Water flowing clouds

Kunlun left two days later.This ticket is big: tung oil raw lacquer smoke soil entrains coarse grains, fine grains, rice and millet, and it is likely to be exchanged for a considerable amount of gold and silver when they return.

In the chaotic times hundreds of miles away, the value of gold, silver, pearls and jade has greatly depreciated, and it is far less affordable than food. If you have no money, you can earn money, but can you make money if you starve to death?

Youyang City is neither big nor small, and it is still thousands of miles away from the center of troubled times. The aristocratic families who were forced to retreat all the way to the southwest due to the war made thousands of choices. If they choose to set up camp there and raise their children, they will be just as strong.The city lord recommended by the aristocratic family is a slick and powerful character, and Youyang City can be regarded as a shrunken peace and prosperity under his rule.But who ever thought that the scourge of war would continue to scourge to this place where the birds don't shit?It took only half a month for the soldiers of the two teams to besiege the city after they fought each other fiercely. Once the city was besieged, the reasoning became unclear. The great clans have to make offerings one by one.Entrusting the relationship to the emperor will not work, and the emperor's order will not be accepted. Besides, the emperors already have embarrassing thoughts-the young and strong laborers of the aristocratic and powerful families are working together outside, making fools of the wall, and selling favors on several sides. Eat the benefits a few times, and the oil and water will flow to the rear, so why not support you to death!I will detain your wife and children and hold you seven inches!Let's see how you are still in series, and the news of buying and selling one after another affects the situation of the current situation!

People can't walk, but the land is abandoned. If they don't abandon it, they will be robbed by refugees who are so hungry that they can kill and set fire at any time.After decades of fighting, no one dared to seriously farm the land. The locusts passed through the border, and there was not a grain of food left. It would be better to be a refugee.So the aristocratic family also showed some embarrassment in eating.The few remaining emperors all made articles on "eating".Food is supplied once every ten days, and there is no surplus food. Where the next meal will be depends on whether they are determined to surrender or not.But is the victory of the military strategist a good thing?Today you took the city, I voted for it, and tomorrow he took it back, can you not liquidate me?The aristocratic family has survived for hundreds of years, and the people at the helm have become masters, and the accounts are calculated clearly.Unless the dust settles, neither side can be touched, so as not to have a knife on both ends.The attitude should not be too ambiguous, nor too straightforward, and the supply of food will also be vague. Although it is far from being starved, it is always right to plan ahead.So there were brokers of this kind running around, negotiating with border residents like Kunlun, who were half desperadoes and half gamblers, and took advantage of the gap between the wars to transport dozens of boats of grain without anyone noticing, and the money and goods were settled. each to his heart's content.

Among these countless satisfactions, there is a dissatisfaction that belongs to flesh and blood.

The other children in the village were playing together and being crazy together, only he couldn't get in, and he was quite lonely.Kunlun didn't realize it from time to time, but as soon as Kunlun left, his life quickly faded away.He can only wait for that taste to come back by itself.All kinds of unreasonable fears waited for him. The hesitation of being homeless, having no one to complain to, and nowhere to turn to made him reticent, and his original lively love to laugh was gradually exhausted.

This time the wait was especially long.The coolness of autumn has arrived, the mountain wind is bitter, and the autumn cold in the southwest with fog and rain penetrates everywhere.Rourou was too cold to sit still, trotting up and down the street, his lips were still black with cold.If you don't see him back in the evening, the old sister will look for him.Carrying an earthen jar filled with ginger, egg, and brown sugar water, tremblingly winding down the bluestone road, walking and resting, when I arrived at the street corner, I saw Rourou standing beside the horse-shrinking stone, with a small body Let the mountain wind and freezing rain beat, trembling uncontrollably.

Sin yo!

Although it is not my own child, but after such a long period of time, the feelings have been brought out.Add food and clothes, ask for warmth, depend on each other, can you not be emotional?

"Fatty, let's go back! It's getting dark, come back tomorrow morning, huh?" She babbled, untied the crock pot and handed it over: "I just boiled it, take a couple of sips to dispel the cold, I'm sick from cold Not good." Rourou shook his head, as if he was full after drinking the wind. "Drink it, your stomach will be warmed up. Kunlun will come back. Maybe you will see him as soon as you open your eyes tomorrow morning." She described a "big cake" for Rourou with an old voice that reads the world.Even if people in the whole village were spreading the word that they had traveled too much on the Kunlun Night Road, and that they might not be able to return this time, she had to ask Rourou to get back a limited amount of peace of mind from her.

The deadline is until the next morning, when Rourou opens his eyes.Only then would he realize that the "big cake" described by the old sister was just a kind of implicit kindness, a kind of compassion that the truth is close at hand but he can't bear to break through.

Forty days later, Rourou moved from Jiekou to Zhaikou.There is an ebony tree at the entrance of the village that covers the sky and the sun, and the people in the village regard it as an offering to the gods, and all the difficult and miscellaneous things that cannot be explained clearly can be thrown to the gods to have a headache.Rourou also wanted to entrust this heartache to him, and it was not in vain. He saved his breakfast to the tree god, and after setting up the "tribute", he fell down on the root of the tree, curled up into a small ball, and knelt for more and more time. longer.

The elders in the village have already started to discuss the way of Rourou.Let's see if anyone is willing to take it. If it doesn't work, we will distribute it. Each family will stay for one day, and it will take three months to go through the rounds. Are you afraid that you will not be able to support them!

"Tuogu" again is much more sloppy.Entrust hundreds of thousands of people, stay in each family for a day, eat hundreds of meals and wear hundreds of clothes. Hundreds of thousands of people are all parents, brothers, sisters, a big blur, and they are constantly cut and messed up. , has a little relationship with everyone, and is not close to anyone.

"Three Character Classic" and "Thousand Character Classic" can be saved.No one will take him to the mountain depression where the red maples are everywhere, and read to him "Frost leaves are red in February flowers".No one would carry him up to Wanren Mountain to see the ridiculously big moon.No one will drive more than 30 miles of mountain roads in the middle of the night just to save his life.No one will beat him back step by step on the 30-mile mountain road for his incurable disease.No one would gamble fiercely for him to fight bravely with the stone spirit, tree monster, well god, a life for a life.

Rourou cried bitterly.The "toughness" in his temperament became more and more obvious as he cried.He didn't believe that Kunlun would die in some unknown corner and disappear from sight.He didn't believe that Kunlun would break his word, draw out "big cakes" one by one, and never honor them until he died.

Three months later, even the funeral in the village was handled by Kunlun, only the flesh and blood refused to admit it.He just ran under the tree time and time again, hoping to see through it again and again, and then treated himself even harder, saving lunch and dinner to the tree gods, and keeping the offerings for anyone who gave him some snacks and drinks, and the small drum and small car that Kunlun bought him The horse and the lamb all put it on, just begging it to turn him back into a Kunlun with a full beard and a tail.His collection quickly emptied, along with his rich smile.He treated himself more and more conveniently, saving most of the movements and eating, only saving the day and night for the giant tree in Zhaikou, kneeling and kowtowing.

This is the first time for the Miao people to see the stubbornness of the Han people.Such a little child, so attached to life and death, is asking for trouble and suffering for himself.

What they saw in the little figure lying under the giant tree was stubbornness, the stubbornness that didn't know how to turn back after hitting the south wall.Only the old sister saw the bitterness and anxiety of the end of the road from the fleshy little shoes, the darker and darker hands and faces, and the upside-down clothes.