Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

The snow has just melted, and the Lin family’s village is dilapidated. Many people froze to death in the deep winter, and those who are still alive gather together to survive by robbing houses. The Lin family, a big local family, naturally becomes a piece of fragrant steamed buns, which makes people greedy. If you look at it now, the once bustling Linjiazhuangzi has now become a dead house, with no popularity in it.

Father Lin was lying in the dry grass, with his ears pressed to the ground. He heard the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away, and he took a bite. He ran for a short distance before running back to the woods.

"Master." The old servant ran back from the other side.

"They're all gone." Father Lin said to the old servant, and the old servant also said, "The people over there have also left."

The two of them got into the woods together, and the female relatives stayed in a relatively safe place. Mother Lin was sitting on the ground with a Buddhist bead in her hand, chanting words, as if she was reciting Buddhist scriptures, and there were a few little girls sitting beside her, At the age of the head of the capital, he looked at his father Lin with his eyes open, and didn't know what happened.

They only remember being carried out of bed by servants one night, and the adults took them to run together, but the house behind them was on fire.

After they left home, they kept walking. They didn't bring enough food, so they could only live on wild vegetables, but wild vegetables were not enough, so there were so many refugees, and they didn't even have food.

The servants were also at a loss, they had never seen such a thing after staying in the Lin family for so many years.

Father Lin sat next to Yang, and said to her: "The snow has melted, let's go on the road and find Yuan'er."

Yang's tone was cold, she has always been like this, and she was lukewarm to this husband: "Yeah."

Lin Yuan asked someone to bring a message years ago, telling his family that he was in Wucheng.

Father Lin was glad that his son still remembered to bring the letter to his family, and he was also glad that the person who brought the letter came in time.

"Mother." The little girl leaned over, she was afraid, and only felt safe by her parents' side.

The Yang family had never had any children, including Lin Yuan, all the children were born to maids, and the peasant family was not happy to take concubines, so even if a maid gave birth to a child, she would still be a maid, and she would still work, but her food and clothing would be better.

The little girl's biological mother is Yang's personal maid, who is boiling water at this time.

Father Lin was still in the mood to joke: "I still have the foresight to tell Yuan'er to go to the south first, otherwise we will have to go there with the refugees, and we won't even find a place to live."

Yang glanced at him: "Yuan'er was only 14 years old when she left."

For this reason, she gave Papa Lin a good face ever since Lin Yuan left.

Father Lin: "A child from a peasant family can support a family at the age of 12. Besides, the word-of-mouth has already said that we Yuan'er now have land and Zhuangzi. This is my son!"

There was a lot of pride in his tone.

He has only one son, but this son is worth ten sons of others.

At that time, he and he told their son to go to the Zhang family in the south, but they never received a message. It was not until the bandits appeared that they had to drag the family and escape with them. Now they are probably refugees. They only know that they are going to the south, but in the end? I don't know where.

Mrs. Yang recited Buddhist scriptures and stopped caring about Father Lin.

She was born in a scholarly family, her father was a scholar, and the house was full of books, her mother died early, and her father did not remarry.

So she didn't get married until she was 24 years old, and she married Father Lin because the family had no rice to cook.

Nowadays, people who are not married are old girls, let alone 24 years old.

But Yang didn't feel ashamed. She didn't love her husband, nor her husband's family. She would rather write big characters for a day than say a few more words with her husband.

Father Lin: "Let's sleep during the day and drive at night. Don't let anyone see you."

The servants all nodded without any objection.

Although they experienced terrible nightmares, the servants were extremely obedient. They did not take the opportunity to escape, but stayed with the Lin family all the time. They knew clearly that once they left the Lin family, they would also become refugees. worse.

And following the master and madam, you can also join the young master.

You can still eat as much as you did before.

They don't know how long they have traveled, sleeping in hidden places during the day, and traveling under the moon and stars at night. Sometimes they will see starving people on the side of the road.

The great sense of fear often makes them more cautious.

Everyone only dared to wear tattered kudzu clothes, and the female family members also had black mud smeared on their faces, their hair was covered with withered grass, and they walked barefoot on the road in coarse cloth clothes they had never worn.

They are becoming more and more like refugees.

When I came to Wucheng, it was already autumn.

It took them more than half a year to finally come here.

Papa Lin died of two daughters on the road. They both died of a bad stomach and fever, so they had to be buried on the spot.

There are three daughters in total, only one is left, and this one is brought by Yang's side. When digging wild vegetables in the mountains to eat, Yang has to eat it first, and then give it to this child after a while when she is fine. Although she is now thin It became skinny, but somehow survived.

Some of the servants died, too, and some got lost.

Looking at the gate of the city, Father Lin finally couldn't hold it back. His knees gave way and he knelt on the ground with tears and snot all over his face.

The servants behind him couldn't hold back either, and cried along with them.

"Go over there!" The soldiers guarding the city were driving people away, they would not let the refugees enter the city, "Go over there!"

Father Lin hurried over: "Master Bing, we are not refugees, my son is in Wucheng, and I am here to join him."

As he said that, he also took out a hairpin from his bosom, which belonged to the Yang family, and the only valuable things along the way were some jewelry. He smiled obsequiously: "Master Bing, please be accommodating."

The soldier touched the hairpin with his hand and bit his mouth to make sure it was gold before he asked, "What's your son's name?"

Father Lin: "Lin Yuan! My son's name is Lin Yuan!"

The soldier froze for a moment, then smiled, showing his white teeth: "It's a coincidence."

After speaking, he shouted to the back: "Brother Jiang! Your brother's father is here!"

Father Lin couldn't understand what he heard. He only saw a person in his early twenties coming out of the city gate. He was wearing a thin padded coat and was holding a steamed bun. He was eating deliciously. When Father Lin saw the steamed bun, he swallowed hard. Spit, he has never been so greedy for steamed buns in his life.

Jiang Gui looked at the refugees in front of him, but he didn't know any of them, and they were dressed in rags. Fortunately, the early autumn was not too cold.

"This uncle?" Jiang Guigang asked.

Father Lin immediately said: "Nephew, I am Lin Yuan's father!"

Jiang Gui: "Do you have any proof?"

Father Lin quickly said, "Yes, yes, my son has a mole behind his ear."

Jiang Gui: "..." I haven't looked behind Lin Yuan's ears, how do I know?

"Do you have any other certificates?" Jiang Gui asked again.

Father Lin explained clearly where he lived and how many people he lived in.

Jiang Gui knew this, so she whispered: "I will drive the ox cart at night, how many of you are there?"

Father Lin was surprised: "My son isn't in the city?"

Jiang Gui: "He's in the village outside the city. I'll take you there tonight."

Father Lin is not afraid of being deceived by others. In fact, all they have is a little jewelry. At worst, they just give it to the other party. As long as they can find their son, everything is worth it.

So at noon the next day, Lin Yuan, who was standing on the ridge of the field watching the harvest, watched his sworn third brother lead a group of refugees over.

Even Erliang didn't recognize Papa Lin and the others.

Could it be that Jiang Gui felt that they were short of people and sent another batch over?

"Third brother." Lin Yuan jumped off the field ridge and walked over. He was wearing bunts, which made it easier to move. In the past six months, he often wandered around in the fields, but his physique improved a lot. During this period of early rice harvest, he also worked for a few days.

It was rice, and because of the fertile land, the tenants said that the yield was larger than ever seen.

However, before Jiang Gui could reply, a figure jumped on Lin Yuan. The man looked fat, but Lin Yuan didn't feel heavy. He was about to push the man away when the man started crying: "Son. Ah! My son! Daddy is here!"

Father Lin?

Father Lin!

Lin Yuan was taken aback. After all, the father in the memory of the original owner was a very rich middle-aged man who always wore satin shirts. He was a very standard landlord, but the man in front of him was wearing rags and his face was muddy. .

Erliang also came over, he took a few careful glances, and lost his voice: "Master!"

"Two taels!" Father Lin also shouted.

Erliang cried: "Master, Master, you have suffered! Ma'am! Ma'am!"

Er Liang ran over to Yang Shi, and his parents followed Yang Shi, and tears welled up when they saw Er Liang.

After all, Lin Yuan was not the original owner. Although he had memories, he did not inherit the original owner's feelings. He really couldn't cry, so he could only hang his head and pretend that he was crying.

A group of people cried and howled, and it took a while to calm down.

Lin Yuan led them to Zhuangzi.

Father Lin didn't dislike the rudimentary Zhuangzi, which was once in and out. On the contrary, he felt that his son was smart, so it would be unobtrusive. Moreover, the Zhuangzi was big enough to accommodate so many people without feeling crowded.

"Father and mother live here." Lin Yuan led them to the best and largest room.

Father Lin looked at Lin Yuan in relief.

His son matured faster than he imagined, and he felt that the most correct thing he did in his life was to let his son go south.

"Si Niang!" Lin Yuan shouted, "Go get some pimple soup!"

Siniang agreed and went to the stove.

Erliang was rummaging through clothes, looking for clean clothes for Father Lin and Mrs. Yang.

"Brother!" The thin little girl threw herself into Lin Yuan's arms. She hugged Lin Yuan's leg and said nothing to let go.

Father Lin said in a low voice, "Your elder sister and second younger sister disappeared on the way."

Lin Yuan's body was a little stiff.

Father Lin said: "It was buried there, and no monument was erected."

A child who died young cannot erect a monument.

The little girl hugged Lin Yuan's leg tightly. She knew that as long as she found her elder brother, she would be able to have enough to eat.

Lin Yuan patted the little girl's head, and his tone was gentler than he imagined: "Go and wash your hands, we'll eat right away."

Only then did the little girl reluctantly follow the servant and leave.

Lin Yuan thought to himself, this family is all here, and his ability is limited, so he doesn't know if they can all be saved in the end.

I hope the original owner is alive in heaven.