Hint: This chapter is a bit too tragic, and the little angels with pure hearts can give up on this chapter and read it again tomorrow.

Director Qian thanked the Lei family for his construction, and asked about the customs of the countryside in Badong County.

The head of the Lei family smiled bitterly:

"The folk customs are simple, but they really can't be mixed up, begging for food and selling themselves as slaves is one way, and the other way is to erect poles."

Erecting a pole is about burning, killing and looting, and being a bandit ringing a horse.

In the public discussion of the people, it is always said that the people of Shandong love to be ringing horses, and the people of northern Shaanxi are fierce, or the people of Lianghu love to rebel. However, the people in these places are also kind and simple, but whenever they have a bite to eat. and did not want to go down this path.

Director Qian ate some wine, his face looked red, but his heart was clear. I am the blessing of my old club, so I have the life of a superior person today. The words of the eldest lady are the holy decree, and the trip was made complete and beautiful, even if it took some risks, it was worth it.

Seeing that he insisted, the head of the Lei family changed his words and said some good things, saying that this was the scenery of literati and sages traveling in all directions.

The junior of the Lei family who got a Western watch is willing to lead the way, and the juniors of the Lei family are willing to follow the past, even if there is no watch, it is good to get a cigarette, or even if you are afraid of a box, it is also good.

In the end, Director Qian left the pharmacist Li Si behind, only brought his two personal companions, and invited the three juniors of the Lei family to guide the way.

A group of six people left the county seat in August and led to the countryside for three or five miles, and there was no official road, and the sky was gray.

Director Qian rode on a donkey, freed one hand, held the hat so as not to be blown away by the wind, and then simply tied it with a black cloth hood and a hat, so that his hands were free.

The other five were all on foot, carrying worn-out packages, hands in their sleeves, and bowing their heads.

The road is generally uneven as the dog gnaws.

In the early winter of this year, there was a lot of rain, and the dirt roads were soaked and potholed. Then in the depths of winter, the soil on the road froze again. Men and brutes walked up with a deep foot and a shallow foot, and there was no way to use a carriage.

In addition to the half-human-tall barren grass on the roadside, you can occasionally see a few poplar and willow trees. If it is in spring and summer, it is about romantic and beautiful, but now it is the cold winter season, and there are still some leaves left on the tree, and a few pieces are slowly floating down in the cold wind, and it is extremely down

The first time I rested, it was in a farmer's house, a dilapidated village, where more than a dozen black and gray children gathered at the gate of the courtyard and refused to disperse.

There were some dried ginseng in the yard, Director Qian took a look, and the children immediately introduced it in a chaotic manner:

"It's very bitter, you can't eat it."

The farmer explains:

"This is a medicinal herb, and it can sell copper plates."

They borrowed some water, heated it in an iron pot they had brought with them, and gave half a catty of salty salt before leaving, and the peasants were grateful.

The thirty-mile dirt road was not easy to walk, but fortunately several people were strong. I didn't talk when I got to the cemetery of Doctor Thunder, and it was already past noon.

There was a skinny old man who was a grave watchman, bending over to lead the way.

The cemetery is only a square inch in front of the stone tombstones, which is cleaned up, and a little farther away, there are dead grass and thorns.

The junior of the Lei family was unhappy and scolded a few words in the local dialect.

The old man on guard explained in a hoarse voice:

"The young masters don't have to worry about food and clothing, they don't understand the things in the countryside, these are not just dry grass and thorns, if they are polished, they can be made into grass balls, and if these things are there, they will not starve to death."

The barren grass and thorns are also grain, and heaven and earth are the granary. In the eyes of the countrymen in Badong, this year can also be passed. The real famine year is thousands of miles of bare land, and there are no grass roots and no tree bark.

Director Qian calmly worshiped the Thunder God Doctor, lit a fire and ate dry food. Leave some salted brown sugar for the old man guarding the tomb.

It was not early, so I couldn't delay, so I quickly got up and rushed back.

Passing by the farmhouse where he was resting in the morning, Director Qian wanted to let himself ride a donkey to take a breath, so he went over to ask for water to drink. I gave a packet of brown sugar as a thank you.

Sugar is a rare food, and the two little children of the peasant family stared wide-eyed and put their black fingers in their mouths to chew.

The peasant couple scolded the children in the local dialect, but it didn't work, so they slapped them and pulled them out directly. Turning back, he buried his head in his crotch, and whispered a plea:

"The countrymen deserve to eat such a precious thing, the nobles should take it back, if they can give some more salty salt, and only after eating salty salt can they have strength."

Although sugar is good, it can be boiled without it, but salt is a must.

Director Qian no longer had any salt, and pointed to the juniors of the Lei family and said:

"Your family's Xuanshen will be sold directly to the Lei family in the county seat, and then ask them for five catties of salty salt, and they will say that I agreed, and my surname is Qian."

I went out at five o'clock in the morning and returned to the inn in Badong County at ** o'clock in the evening.

The innkeeper delivered the food, and when it was finished, it was finished.

Let a little girl come in with a wooden basin of hot water, and the shopkeeper bent down to flatter:

"The noble man has gone a long way, and he wants to soak his feet. Let her wash the feet of the nobles. ”

That weird tone, saying some reasons that men understand.

came to this set again, Director Qian waved his hand to let people out, and his face was a little unsightly.

The little girl put down the tub and suddenly knelt down.

"You dare to stalemate with me!"

Director Qian sneered and asked her to raise her head.

The little girl is fourteen or fifteen years old, with delicate eyebrows and facial features, slightly dark skin, and two red cheeks covered with two lumps of red, which are frozen out, but even rouge.

"Isn't there a contractor in the inn? If you can't live, why don't you go to them to sign a deed of sale? ”

The little girl's voice was clear and there was not much sadness.

"I can't figure out the innocence (I don't know the situation,), I have two older sisters, who went out for a year or two, and they all died outside."

The winter in Badong County is a kind of cold and gloomy. The wind stopped in the night, but the moon became hairy again, and there was a red halo around it. In the middle of the night, the voltage flickered even harder. The incandescent lamp in the inn suddenly snapped, and one went black.

The innkeeper came out and extinguished the others.

Director Qian's errand was completed, and he packed up and returned to Shanghai. Thirty silver dollars were left for the little girl at the Eight Winter Inn.

A middle-aged woman stood at the door and waited for him, making a standard blessing and stuffing him with a white coarse cloth handkerchief.

Director Qian had a dark face, got into the carriage and walked out for a mile, only to feel that his heart was held by a big hand, and it was difficult to breathe. Finally, let the carriage turn back to the inn.

It is better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles.

Director Qian has traveled extensively, and many years later, he has also served as an ambassador to more than 20 countries in Asia. It is a common practice in the international community to have the ambassador and his wife present together on some occasions.

Ambassador Qian's wife always shirked, but she couldn't entertain, so she barely showed up once or twice. There is a reporter who was able to interview once, and the sky was blown in the newspaper:

"In the ancient Chinese etiquette, noble women were not allowed to show their faces, they lived in very large houses, never went out for the rest of their lives, and taught each other their husbands and children."

…… Dividing line ......

Thank you to the little angel "Yinjiabao" for the peace charm!

Thank you for the peace charm given by the dear "sister doesn't play the ass"!

Touch, safe and sound.