Although it was already the noon sun, it did not affect the lively villagers to stop and watch.

"This landlord's house is finally going to be finished." Someone sighed sympathetically.

"That's what happened to the landlord's family, what is there to sympathize with." Someone disdainful.

"Therefore you teach your children and grandchildren, and do not teach your lords." Someone is alert to himself.

"Whoever let their family beat someone, of course they have to pay for the medical expenses."

"Just pay for the medical bills? I'm going to go to jail tomorrow. "Someone gloated.

"Their family was born at the wrong time."

"Shiya! Fate!

Whispering exclamations around you.

"It's just a lack of grass." Uncle Wen shook his head and looked at the distant sky with his cloudy eyes.

----- while good cannot save the world, evil can destroy humanity.

Wen Anbang was stacking a few washbasins and some new clothes neatly on a homemade wooden rickshaw.

Wen Peiguang also took a half-sack of rice and put it on.

"Abel, you took this rice and sold it, what do we eat at home?" Wen Xiying ran over to grab the rice bag and go back.

"Go, go!" Wen Guicai pulled Wen Xiying away.

"There's still a bucket here, take it, it's estimated that it's cheaper, someone still wants it." Wen Guicai searched the corner of the kitchen and found an almost scrapped iron bucket.

"There's still one here." Wen Guannan took out some books from the wooden shed on the roof.

"Do you want to sell these?" Wen Huancheng hugged a bunch of quilts, and the jute mosquito net came out to ask Wen Guoyuan's opinion.

"Take a few new ones, and keep some old ones for them, we can't kill them all, lest the old folks in the village say that we are ruthless."

"I, the security director, still have humanity." Wen Guicai suddenly raised his eyebrows, and rushed out a few words to label himself with gold.

"No, take it all and sell it, I'll do this wicked man." Wen Guoxing snatched the mosquito net from Wen Huancheng's hand, rolled it into a ball, and threw it into the wooden car with a bang. The rest of Wen Guicai and Wen Huancheng looked at each other.

"Alright, leave the rest to them to live!" Wen Guannan looked at the items on the wooden tricycle with satisfaction.

"Even if it is all sold cheaply, it is estimated that it will be enough for Wen Ruisong's medical expenses." Wen Guoyuan brushed the cobwebs from his hair.

"Village chief, will they be confiscated if they just push it to the streets of the commune and sell it?" The smile on the corner of Wen Guoxing's mouth swept by, and he quickly hid out of the clouds, and no one noticed.

"Ahh Yes, I didn't expect that. Wen Guoyuan touched his sharp nostrils.

"Wouldn't it be okay to give them a proof?" Wen Guicai said casually.

"Okay, I'll go write them a proof." Wen Guannan raised his feet and left.

"Slow!" Wen Guoyuan stretched out his hand to stop it.

"What's wrong?" Wenguannan stopped.

Wen Guoxing's eyes narrowed.

"I mean, how do you write this proof?" Wen Guoyuan turned his head and asked Wen Guicai, the director of public security.

"Write about the village revolutionary committee to clean up the property of the landlord's family?"

"Or write about fights?" Wen Guoyuan asked again.

"None of this can be written, and the clean-up of the landlord's property and the fights need to be reported to the commune."

"We didn't report it." Wen Huancheng reminded.

"Just write that Wen Anbang's old mother is seriously ill and needs money for treatment." Wen Guicai thought about it and said.

"But Wen Anbang's old mother has been dead for many years." Wen Guannan hesitated.

"If I tell you to write, you will write!"

"The mountain here is high and the emperor is far away, who has come to ask the old and dead landlord's wife!" Wen Guicai looked annoyed.

"Okay, okay, I'll write it." Wen Guan Nan trotted away.

"Peiguang, you and your brother Peiwen will push these objects to sell on the street later."

"Your father will stay at home and take care of the children."

"Good!" Wen Peiwen nodded.

"Grandpa, I also want to go to the street." Wen took Wen Anbang's hand and shook it for a second.

"Still want to go to the streets? Now we have nothing left in our house, and we will live in a thatched hut from tomorrow. ”

"My grandma said that if it weren't for your father stealing grain and affecting our family, my father wouldn't have to go to jail tomorrow."

"It's all your fault, my grandma said it's all your fault for being a dead star."

"Your family is a mourning star." Wen Peiguang's eldest son, Ji Gou, hit Wen with a heavy fist for a second.

Woo, woo, Wen cried in pain for a second.

"Your family is the mourning star!"

With a snap, Wen Hanmei raised her hand and slapped Ji Gou viciously.

"I repeat, my Abba didn't steal grain." Wen Hanmei's teeth clucked, and an uncontrollable anger flashed in her eyes, like an enraged lion.

"Dead sister, why are you beating him?" Wen Peiguang's wife, Qin Dahui, came over scolding.

"Enough!" Wen Anbang shouted.

"Grandpa, you obviously saw Hanmei beating my family's dog, and you didn't say a word."

"Let's go, Jigou, Grandma and you will go to the street with Abba and Abba together." Qin Dahui pulled his son and chased Wen Peiguang who was pushing a wooden tricycle unhappily.

"I have long said that marrying into a landlord's family will not end well."

"Thankfully, my cousin didn't get married. ＇

"Your cousin has a good life, how could she marry into these landlords' families."

"It's just.... It is...... The voices of discussion gradually dissipated.

.........

The corner of the courtyard of the head

"How so?"

"Didn't you say we only went out secretly at night?

"Things have changed, and we have to change our original plans."

"You're too blatant to do this, aren't you?"

"You have to be blatant, and you will go out."

"Without proof from the village revolutionary committee, you will not be able to move an inch."

"Okay, let's not talk about it, time is limited."

"You will take the children to the back hill in a moment, cross it, and take the road opposite to the railway station of the commune, where they will be waiting for you."

"Remember, don't take the path, there are few people on the sidewalk, and you are a large group of people, old and young, who are easy to be alerted by others."

"You have to get on the train before 6 o'clock."

"The rest is up to your luck."

Wen Guoxing gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

"Guoxing, if I don't die in a big disaster, I will remember your great kindness." Tears welled up in the corners of Wen Anbang's eyes.

Wen Guoxing grabbed Wen Anbang's shoulders tightly with both hands.

"Don't worry, I'm at home."

"I'm gone, will it affect you?"

"They don't dare to embarrass me."

"I'm going to leave it to you." Wen Anbang wiped his eyes.

There was a brief silence.

Wen Guoxing felt a little sad, he never thought that it would be such a helpless way to send Wen Anbang away from Lan Village, how many things did he want to say, but his heart was so heavy that he was like falling on a big stone, and he opened his mouth but had nothing to say.

........

Friends streaked like meteors, scattered everywhere?

Perhaps, only a farewell song at midnight can leave the twilight and ask, can there be a feast in life?