In Rong County, Guangxi, a group of people in shabby clothes walked on the mountain trail with the old and the young.

"Daddy, I want to go home." A little girl of twelve or thirteen years old shook her father's shoulder and prayed.

"Youlan, our home was assigned to the natives by the government, and we can't go back." The tall man carried the clothes on his shoulders and touched his daughter's head lovingly.

Huang Youlan is twelve years old, and Hakka girls at this age are already little adults. More than ten years of fighting with the Hakka people led to the hostility of the government to the Hakka people, the Hakka people living in Guangxi and western Guangdong were deprived of their land, and they had nothing but to continue to wander, Huang Youlan knew in her heart that once she left this time, she would never return to the place where she had lived since she was a child, and she was reluctant to leave, she wanted to persuade her father to stay, but she didn't know what to say.

After the fall of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, in order to prevent the Hakka people in Guangxi, the Manchu government deprived them of their land in Guangxi in the name of the Hakka people's fierce and aggressive participation in the rebellion, and only allowed a small number of Hakka people who helped the Qing army to stay in place, and the others were expelled from the country.

Five acres of mountain fields and three thatched huts are owned by Huang Youlan's family of five, and if they lose their land and houses, even if they stay in their hometown, they will be bullied and retaliated against by the Tujia people who hate the Hakka people, and it is difficult to live.

Huang Youlan's big black eyes were covered with mist, and she turned to look at the three thatched huts at the foot of the mountain, and her tears dripped like pearls on the bluestone blocks under her feet.

The mother beside her bent down, put her rough palm on her daughter's fair face, gently wiped away the tears her daughter saw, and said softly: "Ah Long's family went to Nanyang two years ago, and he asked someone to carry a letter saying that there is a lot of wasteland in Nanyang, and as long as you are willing to work hard, you can earn a field in two or three years. ”

"Grandma, I earned a field in Nanyang, shall we come back?"

With tears in her eyes, Youlan asked with wide eyes,

"The Hakka people are where they go, there are many Hakka people in Nanyang, and when we arrive in Nanyang, it is the same as in Stone Town."

Mother comforted.

Huang Youlan's tears gradually stopped, as if thinking of the happy life of building a new home in Nanyang, and a smart look flashed in her eyes.

"Grandma, Youlan is an adult, when you get to Nanyang, Youlan can help Abba cut bamboo and build a bamboo house, and Brother can help Grandma cut water and grass and herd sheep......"

Groups of Hakka people, bound by their fellow villagers, gathered at the migrant strongholds set up by the coastal Jayaya traffickers, where they would sail by boat to various parts of the South Seas.

At the port of Guangzhou Bay in Suixi County, Huang Youlan's family followed the migrating Hakka people to a pig house.

Hundreds of people were crowded outside the pig hall, and more than a dozen pigtailed tooth men were holding wooden sticks to maintain order.

"Stand in two lines, one by one, and everyone has a share!" A vicious man with a scar on his face shouted at his throat.

"King, let them throw away all the garbage, the Ingdewood is a transport of coolies, and there is no room for them to put their garbage."

The blonde foreigner who walked in front of the scarred man said with a look of disgust.

"Don't worry, my lord, I'll take care of it." The man with the scar bent down and lowered his eyebrows, his tone was flattering, and when he turned around, he immediately changed to a vicious image: "A group of ruins, Lao Tzu raised you to eat dry food, and threw away all their rags!" ”

"Yes, Boss." More than a dozen thugs received the order and immediately walked into the crowd and snatched the Hakka people's wrapped clothes.

"Old immortal, let go of your hand quickly, or Lao Tzu will let you taste the taste of the stick."

More than a dozen thugs treated the Hakka people roughly, and the area occupied by hundreds of people instantly fell into chaos.

A 50-year-old Hakka man clung to his package, and after the thug threatened him, he immediately raised a stick and hit the Hakka man, aiming at the old man's head, and the old man was likely to die on the spot if the stick was hit.

The stick went straight towards the old man's head, and just as it was about to fall, a thick arm blocked it.

"Bang" wooden stick hit the arm, making a muffled sound, the thug noticed something strange, raised his head to see the owner of the arm, but heard a cool breeze from behind.

"Plop," the thug was attacked from behind and fell to the ground.

The homeless Hakka people tried their best to be patient when the thugs entered the crowd, but when they saw that the thugs wanted to kill the elderly, the Hakka people could no longer bear it, and hundreds of people surrounded more than a dozen thugs and beat them violently.

The situation is out of control, the Scar Man is undernumbered, and if the situation continues to evolve, more than half of his men may be scrapped.

"My lord, let them bring their luggage, and when they get on the boat, it's not up to us to decide whether to throw their luggage or not!" The Scar Man hurriedly pleaded.

"Wang, I am a businessman, making money is my goal, I don't want the pigs to have problems before they get on the ship, this matter is left to you to deal with, you must not delay the departure time of the Ingdewood!"

The blonde foreigner did not feel the slightest sense that the riot was caused by his words, and handed over the problem to the scar man to take charge of, and immediately left the pig house.

"Folks, stop it, it's all a misunderstanding just now!"

"It's what you provoked first, if you don't give us an explanation, don't let any of the people here want to leave!" The Hakka people were aroused to be ferocious, and more than 300 people surrounded all the pigs and forced the scar man and the two thugs around him.

The man with the scar squeezed out an ugly smile: "Brothers, it was our fault just now, and Wang Erpole apologizes to you on behalf of the brothers." ”

"Wang Erpole, don't think that you have some fame in Suixi County, others are afraid of you, our Hakka people are not afraid of you, the fifth uncle's arm was injured by your people, what do you say to deal with!"

"Ah Zhong must not be rude!" Youlan's father walked out of the crowd and arched his hand at the scarred man: "The Hakka people go to Nanyang to beg for a living, and the luggage they carry is all everyone's belongings, is it too much for Brother Wang to throw away the luggage." ”

"Dare to ask what this big brother is called?"

The man with the scar understood that the other party was a consul of a group of people, and asked politely.

"Huang Ping, Stone Town, Rong County."

"Hehe, it was originally Brother Huang, and I have been looking up for a long time." The man with the scar was polite and explained: "The action just now was instigated by the foreign devil, Wang made a living under the foreigner, and had to obey his orders, but just now I have persuaded the foreigner that your brother's luggage can be taken with you, and the brother can do everything for you, you can let my people go." ”

"The villagers went to sea to make a living, and they didn't want to cause more trouble, since the misunderstanding was resolved, Brother Wang's subordinates naturally returned it."

Youlan's father turned his head and said to a man wrapped in a red turban: "Ah Zhong, let go of Brother Wang's people." ”

"Fifth uncle, they haven't compensated for your arm!"

"It's just a small injury to my arm, it's good to take care of it for two days, listen to my words and let the person go."

The man listened to Huang Ping's words, and reluctantly lifted the thug under his feet and put it back on the side of the man with the scar.

"Brother Huang, see you next time!" More than a dozen thugs who had been beaten and covered in injuries returned to their side, and the man with the scar held back the revenge anger rising in his heart, slightly bowed his hand, and led his thugs to leave.

"Uncle Huang just let them go?" The man wearing a red cloth on his head was puzzled and hateful.

"You have to deal with them when you get on the boat, and you can't offend them too badly."

Huang Ping snorted bitterly as he spoke, and his right hand held on to his left hand that had been hit by a stick.

"Abba, your hand hurts!" Youlan ran out of her mother's arms, looked at her father's red and swollen left arm, and said worriedly.

"It's okay, just use hot water for two days." Huang Ping held back the pain and showed a hint of a smile.

Youlan's mother held down her husband's injured arm, and while applying the herbs she carried with her to her arm, she instructed the man standing nearby: "Ah Zhong, your Huangshu's arm is injured to the bone, and your arm can't move for a month, you go to the bamboo forest in the west to cut some bamboo." ”

The Tuke big weapon fight lasted for more than ten years, and most of the Hakka women mastered some local methods to treat diseases, helping the young men in the family to deal with the injuries and illnesses after the fight.

Huang Azhong is Huang Ping's nephew, his father died in a Tuke fight, and his mother died of illness four years ago, so he was raised by Huang Ping and his wife.

Huang Azhong took out the short-handled Kanchai knife on his waist, and was about to leave when Huang Ping stopped him.

"Wang Erpole will not let go of today's matter, Ah Zhong told the rest of the village to hide the firewood knife and bring it to the boat to prevent Wang Erpole from being unfavorable to us."

"Fifth uncle, I know." Huang Azhong responded and recruited two young people of the same clan to leave quickly.