At that time, it was already morning. I thought, let's go home from here. After a long time, I can always get home.

So, I followed a road. However, my stomach crumbled again, and my legs began to disobey. I couldn't help it, so I sat down and rested for a while, and when I was not too tired, I started walking again.

As I walked, I saw an intersection with a big sign erected on the intersection that read: Eighteen Mile River Township.

"Maybe it's in the countryside," I thought, "why don't you try your luck, and if it doesn't work, you just give up this face and ask for food, and you can't starve to death like this." With that in mind, I walked forward again.

About half a mile away, I saw another intersection, and there was a big sign on the intersection, which read: Xiaolizhuang Village. So I went into the village.

I happened to see an old man sitting on a chair at the entrance of the village. I explained to him where I was going.

When the old man heard this, he first expressed surprise, and then said, "Child, I listen to what you mean, you want to go to Nanyang from here." Do you know how far Nanyang is from Zhengzhou?" I said.

"It's about six hundred miles. With the way you walk now, it will take at least ten days. Do you know in ten days?" I heard the old man say this, not only did my heart feel cold. When I walked out of Zhengzhou Railway Station, I thought that Zhengzhou was only two or three hundred miles away from Nanyang at most. In that case, if you want a few more meals halfway, you may be home in two or three days.

However, my estimate is half the actual number. Although it is possible to get home if you stick to the original plan, it is too far away. I didn't have enough food and clothing along the way, and maybe I couldn't get home and died halfway. Thinking of this, my heart suddenly became half gray, and I squatted on the grass beside my uncle, holding my head with both hands, and fell into infinite trouble.

The old man obviously softened his heart, so he came up to me and said, "Son, in my opinion, it is better to be like this, I have a nephew who is grinding flour noodles, and he just lacks a manpower. He told me yesterday to ask me to find a helper for him

If you don't like it, you can work for a while and let him pay you your wages, and then you can take the car home?"

And he led me to his nephew's house.

The man's name was Li Xiaohu, about thirty years old, not tall, black and thin, and he looked very capable. He looked at my ID and then asked me to sit down and talk to him about the terms. He said that his main focus here is to grind flour, and he earns 100 yuan a month.

I'll work with him for at least two months, and I won't pay the bill if I leave halfway. There was obviously a discrepancy between his words and the man's words, but I had no other way out but to agree to his request.

However, the job of grinding flour is not something that ordinary people can bear, let alone me, who has been pampered since childhood. On that day, Li Xiaohu didn't let me work. I ate three meals at his house and slept in the mill at night. It gave me the illusion.

I thought they would take care of me like this for a few days. However, this is simply wishful thinking. At half past three the next morning, I was woken up. I work with Li Xiaohu.

Our job is: crush hundreds of catties of dried sweet potatoes with a grinder, and then filter them to precipitate the powder. Since it was the first time to do it, I didn't understand many things, and the crusher was deafening with a bang, so Li Xiaohu had to shout at me.

However, I am a person who has not woken up too early, and it is the first time I have gotten up so early, and I just feel lightheaded, and I can't work at all. Even so, however, serving other people's bowls belongs to others, so I have to be busy with this and that, and busy with that.

After the grinder crushes the sweet potatoes, after filtration, the precipitated flour needs to be stirred with a stick, and then precipitated, and then the water on the starch is scooped out for new water after precipitation, and after changing the new water, it is necessary to stir it vigorously, and then precipitate, and then change to new water.

It turned out that Li Xiaohu did the heavy work himself, and his wife just gave him a hand. But I wasn't hired for money, and the dirty, the heavy, the tiring work was all on me. I'm a person who has never worked on gravity at home, and suddenly doing such heavy work is really a bit overwhelming.

The work was done at nine o'clock. Then have breakfast. It is said that after breakfast, Li Xiaohu could have let me sleep for a while, first, to rest and rest, and second, to make up for last night's sleep. But he didn't.

He also asked me to help him smash the powder and tan the noodles. And he himself went home and slept. I was going to work for a while, earn some money and buy a new outfit to go home. However, I woke up at 3:30 in the morning and was busy until 10 o'clock in the evening, and I felt too hard. Moreover, the salary is not high.

I even think that it is better to wander outside than to endure such hardships. So, after a few days, I told him I didn't want to do it. He asked me if I was feeling too tired. I said yes.

But he said that if I really wanted to leave, I could tell his wife myself. He said that if I left, he would have to ask his wife to do it for him, and she still had a two-year-old child to take care of. In this way, it is indeed a bit cruel for a woman. It was time for her to nag in front of him again.

I said, OK. So he found his wife and told him about leaving. The woman couldn't say anything, but she only paid me five dollars. It's kind of a bit of a counter-to-me. Although Li Xiaohu and I had talked about the terms when I first arrived, I think he would probably pay me all his wages out of sympathy.

That way, I might be able to go home. However, I am also a person who loves face very much, but I think about it in my heart, and I am embarrassed to say it. Even if I wanted to say it, when I remembered the conditions I promised when I first came, I had to swallow what I wanted to say.

It is said that Li Xiaohu was so short of people at that time, I could take the initiative to talk to him about the conditions, and then continue to work there. I can ask him to get off work at 9 a.m. and sleep for a few hours after breakfast before doing other work. But I didn't talk to him.

On the one hand, because I have been introverted since I was a child, I am not good at and I don't want to take the initiative to talk to people, and on the other hand, I thought of mixing votes. If I can mix the tickets, even though it is only five yuan, I can still go home, so why bother to look at other people's faces here.

With these thoughts in mind, I didn't think about staying anymore, and I didn't mention the salary again. Fortunately, the next morning, Li Xiaohu's wife let me have breakfast at his house. I took my luggage, left Xiaolizhuang Village, and walked to Zhengzhou Railway Station on foot.

I should be here to talk to readers about my luggage. I didn't even expect to be out for so long when I ran away from home, so I didn't even bring a change of clothes. All I had with me were some outlines and some fragments of inspiration that proved that "Out of the Wall" was written by me, as well as a copy of Ba Jin's "Home".

However, up to that time, the book "Home" was lost at some point. All I had left in my thin green bag were a few lesson plans and a mess of scraps of paper. Of course, some people have to ask, so don't you change your clothes for five days at someone's house?

The change is a change, but the clothes changed are also Li Xiaohu's old clothes, and they will be returned to others when they are dried.

When I left his house that day, I put on my own clothes - not my own, but rather the old beige jacket belonged to the thug from the prefabrication yard.

In this way, I still wore the old jacket of the gangster, and carried the cloth bag containing the outline and inspiration of the novel, and walked towards the Zhengzhou railway station.

Walking on the road, I was thinking, this time I have to mix the ticket to Nanyang. In the past, I often heard the elderly at home say that Nanyang is only more than 100 miles away from home, and it is fast to walk back.

However, when I arrived at Zhengzhou Railway Station, there was no direct train to Nanyang. And I don't know which train passes through Nanyang. When I asked the people at the station, they said that there was no car passing through Nanyang, but there was a car passing through Xinyang, which belonged to the Beijing-Guangzhou line.

"It's okay to go to Xinyang," I thought, "When I used to listen to the weather forecast of Henan Radio on the radio at home, the announcer always liked to say that Nanyang, Xinyang, and Zhumadian were cloudy on a sunny day, or how, Xinyang must be closer to home than Zhengzhou, otherwise how could the weather forecast pull these three areas together?"

However, I want to mix tickets, where can I buy to get to Xinyang? I didn't see the frequency of the ticket office at the beginning, so I asked the conductor for a ticket to XX.

Before she started to play tickets, I looked up and saw the words "Xinzheng Siyuan" written on the ticket window. Maybe the place I want to buy won't be in Xinyang, and Xinzheng will arrive.

Thinking of this, I hurriedly changed my words: "I'm sorry, I don't buy a ticket to xx, I want a ticket to Xinzheng." "This doesn't work, I can't give you a ticket, you just said that you want to buy xx, why do you want to go to Xinzheng again?

The conductor said to my heart, and I was willing to admit it, "I was going to xx to see a friend, but then I wanted to go to Xinzheng to see another friend." "The conductor didn't believe what I said and didn't give me a ticket.

Just looking at me with those big angry eyes. I looked at her without showing any weakness. And so we looked at each other for five minutes. She finally compromised and gave me a ticket to Xinzheng. Unexpectedly, the car to Xinzheng happened to belong to the Beijing-Guangzhou line, and it also passed through Xinyang.

I took the car to Xinyang again. It was already evening when I arrived in Xinyang. I used the dollar under my body to buy two steamed buns to eat, and I was penniless again. That night, I wandered around Xinyang Station all night.

During this period, I once came to a canvas tent because I wanted to find a place to live, and the supper seller thought it was a thief and picked up an iron rod and blasted me away;

Anyway, I've searched many places, but I can't even close them. I can't even imagine that I could come across a rotten house like I did at Wuchang Station. Still, I survived the night.

This book was first published in Book King