The Tight Embrace of the End Times

The traffic was paralyzed but the communication was not interrupted. There are still several families in the village who have not returned due to various reasons. Among them is Gu Yong, the son of the village head.

Gu Yong is a well-known figure in Gujia Village and even the whole town. Gu Yong has good academic performance and was admitted to a national first-level university. He continued his studies until he got a Ph.D. He is the person with the highest education in Gujia Village. At the same time, his achievement is also the highest. Gu Yong was admitted as a civil servant, and he is already a department-level cadre in the city at a young age. What's more, Gu Yong himself has always been personable and polite. Who doesn't want such a son? The family doesn't want such a son-in-law, but it's a pity that Gu Yong finally found a young lady from the city to be his wife, and the aunts' dream of a son-in-law was eliminated, but this did not stop Gu Yong's popularity. Yong, has always respected and flattered Gu Yong's family, hoping that Gu Yong can go higher, so that he can promote his children in the future, so that his children can also eat public meals.

Besides Gu Yong in the city, there is also Gu Qian, a man in his 40s. He is the pillar of the family and works in the city all the year round. A good man, good to his wife and daughter.

Some other people who did not come back left too far away from home, and their families had no choice but to accept that they might or would die outside in the future, and some of them hung white cloths on the gates.

Under the bright and scorching sun, the village was as quiet as a dead place during the day, and even the livestock hid in hidden places without making a single sound. Only the occasional green smoke from cooking indicated the presence of people.

Everyone's work and rest time has tacitly become nocturnal, not only the people of the Gu family village, but also the neighbors in the nearby villages.

I heard that a nearby villager took the millet to the town to thresh, but they were robbed before they even reached the town.

I heard that the town's threshers, oil presses and other agricultural machinery have been secretly controlled by a group of people. As long as villagers come to the door with crops, they will never return.

Through the mouths of the people in the village, the neighbors and eight townships all know that Gujia Village has a complete set of agricultural equipment, and they are more or less related to the village, so everyone from all over the world has come to Gujia Village to thresh grain and extract oil.

To be on the safe side, any village that wants to come to threshing or extracting oil should call the village head's house one day in advance, and the village head arranges that he will only be in charge of the business of this village the next night.

The old house of Gu Leng's family has completely turned into a small factory. The nearby villagers who come to thresh grain and extract oil will give some grain, and Gu Leng doesn't want it. They are all under the centralized management of the village head, and the main relief targets are children under the age of 18 in the village.

In the evening, Gujia Village seemed to come alive. On the road at the entrance of the village, a team of tens of meters, dozens of middle-aged men, used carts, tricycles, livestock or manpower to transport the grain of the entire village. Gujiacun brought good and bad news from other places, and the threshing machine in Gujiacun kept ringing all night long.

Even though the weather was hot, the villagers did not give up on the land. At night, they went to the nearby ditches to carry water over and over again, and carefully poured it on the roots of vegetables. The children grew up overnight, and they no longer went to play with the water, but used their own The small basins, small buckets, and all possible containers of water, followed their parents' feet and swayed on the field ridge.

The longer Gu Leng practiced, the stronger his strength became, and the more sensitive his eyes and ears became. After finishing his own work, he also helped Aunt He's with work.

Gu Leng looked at Gu Hai, who was carrying water in front of him, he was much darker and thinner, but he didn't look weak, on the contrary, he became more tenacious. Gu Leng was very happy for Gu Hai's change. This man who had never suffered After the child has experienced it, he can go further in the future.

Gu Leng was thinking about something when he was interrupted by a shrill cry. Looking around, the field tens of meters away was dark and dense. There was a group of people surrounded by a circle. from.

The crying was sad, desperate, and shrill, no one could ignore it, Gu Leng, Gu Hai and Aunt He all walked towards the crowd.

Pushing aside the crowd, I saw a woman sitting in the field crying without image. She didn't look young anymore. She was wearing the coarse cloth clothes worn by peasant women when they went to work in the fields. She yelled "Mom, Mom, Mom..." beside her was a large red bucket that fell down and water all over the ground. It seemed that most of it was poured on the woman.

Aunt He was right behind Gu Leng, and Gu Leng could clearly hear what Aunt He and the people around him were talking about.

"Ah, this is Mrs. Qian. How did she become like this? What's going on?"

"Hey, this sister-in-law Qian is good-looking, the man treats him well, and the child doesn't have to worry about it, which woman in the village doesn't envy her," an old lady said to Aunt He in a low voice, "Now everyone guesses that the man is returning home. Don't come, this orphan and widow, this woman is usually arrogant and charming, she is well-dressed, and the big girls and young wives in the village don't like her much." The aunt said gloatingly.

Another aunt couldn't wait to continue: "Everyone is having a hard time now. Guess what, just now a few men gathered together to talk and looked at Mrs. Qian one more time. This Mrs. Qian rushed up and yelled at her, and that one scolded her loudly." Damn, I've never seen her speak so loudly. A few men didn't have the nerve to argue with her, so they broke up cursing. When Mrs. Qian was carrying water, she didn't know who pushed her. Here, it's you I also saw this," said leisurely, "This must be a woman who can't see her man and is scolded."

"Sister-in-law Qian, hey, she's being bullied now. How will orphans and widows live after this?"

"It's up to you no matter what, other women can live, but she can't"

"It's a pity for the child"

Gu Leng listened, and figured out the cause and effect. Seeing that no one cared about him, he shrugged helplessly. Gu Leng was a grown man, so he didn't intend to meddle in this business. He just made up his mind that he could help the orphan and widow in the future. Those who do field work and are surrounded by people should not gossip.

Mrs. Qian continued to sit on the ground crying, and then she howled, her voice sounded hoarse, but no one came forward to offer condolences, everyone watched the excitement, heard a few wailing words, turned around and went about their business .

Some quarrels in the countryside are actually normal. Mrs. Qian's crying aroused everyone's ideas. She just wanted to find someone to comfort herself. The unprecedented hardship of life was about to overwhelm her, but her man was not by her side. I don't know why. Life is death, Mrs. Qian suppressed it hard, and burst out in such a form, but these days, everyone is living a difficult life, how can there be so much sympathy, people's hearts have hardened.

Aunt Qian stopped crying, silently shed a few tears, and continued to sit in the field for a while, surrounded by people carrying burdens to and fro, busy, as if they had no extra time to look at her, and had no strength After talking to her, Mrs. Qian wiped her eyes with her sleeves, and continued carrying water with the child.

On the field ridges and by the canals, there are disputes every night. There are people who quarrel every night, and occasionally escalate into fights. People's tempers are just like the weather. It's easy to get along, and the atmosphere is often tense when getting along.The distance between people is getting farther and farther,

Gu Leng's face has always been indifferent since he was a child. Everyone in the village knows that apart from communicating more with Aunt He's family, he has very little communication with other people. If you can let it go, don't care.

Gu Leng and Xiao Qiao still kept in frequent contact. Xiao Qiao said that he went to the supermarket in the dark again and brought back a lot of instant noodles and clothes; Xiao Qiao said that the person opposite his house was robbed by relatives. Going to collect the dead bodies at night; Xiao Qiao said that the town was silent during the day, but there were screams from time to time at night; Xiao Qiao said that some people also came and knocked on the door of his house, but the door made of fine steel was very strong , the visitor left cursing; Xiao Qiao said that he would not go out now.

Xiao Qiao said: "Xiao Leng, I have stocked up a lot of clothes. According to this rule, the weather will be very cold in winter. Then I will send you some clothes. I also have a lot of food. I will bring them here for you. Don't go hungry."

"Xiao Leng, you must close the doors and windows when you sleep, and be careful when familiar villagers knock on the door."

"Xiao Leng, you must not go out during the day, be careful to get sunburned"

"Xiao Leng, don't go out at night, stay at home if you don't have to, the real safe place may be at home"

"Xiao Leng,..."

"Xiao Leng,..."

There is no doubt that Gu Leng has a good impression of Xiao Qiao. In Gu Leng's mind, Xiao Qiao is so open-minded, so resolute, and makes him feel so reliable. Gu Leng is hesitating whether to let Xiao Qiao move to his Come home.

Plans can't keep up with changes.