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Two fires inside and outside the city, Wuchang City burned into a white ground, except for a few broken walls, there are a few because the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom's "Heavenly King" and "Prince" lived, dyed a little "weather", fortunately preserved, there are almost few intact houses in this city. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the Taiping army abandoned the city, those who had fled outside the city returned to their homes, and their homes were gone, and they became homeless refugees.

As a result, the helpless refugees built a small wooden hut between the ruins and ruins not far from their homes. This kind of room has no windows, and a straw curtain is hung as a door, so you can only go in and out with your back hunched, and there is nothing else in the room except the sleeping bed.

And in this burnt white dungeon, there are also people who have no place to live, those who are weak old people and young children, and even more such people than young and strong - the former because the old people are a burden to the Taiping army, and the latter, the parents always hope that they will escape from the care of their children. They used the wooden sticks and hemp rope they had picked up to build a small stretcher, and laid it under the eaves of the larger ones that had not completely collapsed to shelter from the rain, and found or begged for some torn cotton jackets and old cotton wool, and spread them on it, which could also be used as a small world for shelter.

But only eleven years old. Her "little world" is one of the thousands of homeless children in this Wuchang city. Her nest is set up in the northeast corner of the house. Although this place has been burned down, it is still relatively clean, and there are at least two walls to shelter from the wind and rain, which is what Du Xinyuan has been looking for for a long time and believes is a very appropriate place.

Sleeping in this "small world" is feverish, wrapped in old cotton clothes, torn quilts, covered with cotton wool, but there is wind leakage everywhere, in this cold morning, she shiveres from the cold. The little cheeks were red and a little burnt, and the lips were so purple that they cracked. Her eyelids were half-covered and half-closed, as if she hadn't slept that night just now, frowning tightly, as if she had suddenly spent a few nightmares, and muttered hoarsely and weakly, "Brother Xinyuan, Brother Xinyuan." ”

Du Xinyuan, who is only fifteen years old, has a sturdy figure, his hair is unkempt and fried, he fled all the way back to Wuchang with his neighbor's sister from Jiujiang, and he looks almost like a beggar, he is squatting in the corner cooking, the wood is the wood pulled out of the ruins, because the wood is a little damp, the smoke is too big, and he sneezes. He was boiling gruel for Ziyan, putting a small copper pot on the stove made of a few bricks, which was also found from the ruins, filling it with water and boiling the broken rice grains together in the pot.

This rice was bought by these **** with the money from selling iron, although it is not much, but it can also warm up Ziyan's body.

The blue flames flickered under the fan. Du Xinyuan's heart was also on fire, worried about Zi Yan, who was burning, and the pu fan in his hand couldn't help but fan with a few heavy hands, setting off a burst of rising flames. He hurriedly used a fan to block the fireworks in front of him, and his eyes hurt hotly.

This fire is like that day, that day in Wuchang City, that day, Changmao burned Wuchang City, his home was also burned down, and he was also arrested and became a soldier of the Taiping Army.

When he was in Jiujiang, he jumped into the river and escaped, and after returning to Wuchang City, he ran into Fang Ziyan, she was his former neighbor, and his family relied on his father's hard work to make a living, she opened a pawnshop at home, although it was not brocade clothes and jade food, but she had no worries about food and clothing, but now, like him, it was gone.

She looked very pitiful at that time, she was curled up in the corner, her round face like a silver moon was very haggard, her face was covered with black smoke, she had lost one of her shoes, and her bare foot was a little swollen.

He didn't know how she escaped, only that after she escaped, she learned from the little beggar she saw along the way, stretching out her hand to beg for a little decently dressed pedestrian. With a little scraps to get cold, she wandered aimlessly through the cold streets every day hungry.

"Ziyan, Ziyan, wake up, get up and eat something......"

After cooking the porridge, Du Xinyuan hurriedly went over to call Ziyan, but no matter how she called, she didn't wake up, and when he touched Ziyan's forehead again, his heart sank.

"It's so hot, it can't be done, I have to go to the husband ......"

He stretched out his hand and touched the few pennies he kept close to him, this was all his belongings, but he didn't hesitate at this time, and directly carried Ziyan on his back and went to the doctor behind her back.

But in this place that was burned to the ground, where is there a doctor?

The former pharmacies were burned to the ground, and in such a big Wuchang City, there can still be a pharmacy there. At this moment, he thought of the volunteers he met in the porridge factory a few days ago, and they didn't know if there were any doctors there.

Once, when he was queuing, the volunteers there asked him if he wanted to be a soldier, and he immediately shook his head and refused when he finally escaped back to Wuchang. Being a soldier, isn't that the same as being in the Cantonese bandits, being driven away as cannon fodder? For him, who finally escaped from the tiger's mouth, he didn't want to go into the wolf's den again.

"It's really not possible, as long as they can save Ziyan, they are soldiers, what ...... of it?"

Thinking like this, with Ziyan on his back, he walked towards the large open space in the city that was fenced with wood, which should be a barracks, and there were several places in the city like that, but now this camp was the closest to him.

"Left, Right, Left, Left ......"

When there are still dozens of zhang away from the barracks, he can listen to the sound of passwords coming from the camp, there are men and women, this kind of sound is not uncommon for the current Wuchang people, there are such passwords in the camp of the righteous army every day, and there are shouts of killing, and even every morning, there are tens of thousands of people running around the city wall inside and outside the city.

According to others, the food of this volunteer soldier is not delicious, it is used as a donkey "call", as soon as the eyes are opened, they will run around Wuchang City, if they fall behind, the stick will hit the body. When you go back to the camp, what else do you need to practice, and who can't walk, and why do you need to practice?

But everyone knows that the volunteer soldier is really not the same as ordinary people when he walks, and he looks majestic and full of spirit.

Outside the barracks, he gasped and said to the guards outside the door.

"I, I'm here to join the army, only, as long as you, you save my little sister, I will be a soldier, I will be a soldier......"

"Hey, join the army? There's a recruiting place over there, and there's a settling-in fee of ten taels, and you think this place is where you can come if you want......"

The guards guarding the camp looked at the little beggar with a little girl on his back with a smile, these years, there are too many people who want to cut off their heads, after all, the soldiers are in chaos, how good it is to be a rebel army, a few taels of silver a month.

"But no, are you literate? If you are literate and have read, you will be here, and there will be a teacher who will teach you to read in the future......"

The guards looked at the boy with contempt, no wonder, although the boys and girls in the barracks were all like him, they were "picked up" from the street, but they were all literate.

"I, am I literate......"

The guard's words made Du Xinyuan's expression embarrassed, but the nonsense of the little sister being burned behind him made him say quickly.

"But, my little sister is literate, she, her father is a showman, she, she has been literate since she was a child, she can read a lot of books, please let the gentleman in the camp save my little sister......"

At this moment, the door of the camp opened, and Qian Fakui, who came out to change the guard, looked at the brother and sister, listening to his bitter pleading, although the Wuchang words seemed a little strange to his ears, and even half of the younger ones couldn't understand it.

"Cui Ergou, come on, don't be embarrassed for this child, you take them in, let Mr. Zhao take a look, a pair of medicine can be worth a few dollars, the marshal runs this camp, isn't it just to save more dolls, if he doesn't give it, I will ...... this silver"

On the way to escape, Qian Fakui met bad people, of course, more good people, now he no longer needs to worry about his belly, he is naturally willing to pass on that kindness to others, when he spoke, he had already found a piece of broken silver and stuffed it into Du Xinyuan's hands.

Looking at the broken silver in his hand, Du Xinyuan almost couldn't believe his eyes, this, this must be a good person.

"Master ......"

When he was about to kneel down to thank him, Qian Fakui waved his hand and said.

"Okay, don't say anything else, you hurry up and treat your sister, if you want to repay this kindness, wait for you to pass on this kindness to others in the future......"

Qian Fakui doesn't understand other truths, but he knows that there are many times when other people's momentary kindness cannot be repaid by the beneficiary, but the beneficiary can be returned to others.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, ......"

Finally entered the barracks, and when the doctor was treating Ziyan, he looked at the people of different ages in the camp, took a big breath, and his eyes were a little straight.

I saw that in a large open space over there, a group of people of different ages were doing military exercises, their movements were neat and uniform, and the vitality exuded was unprecedented before.

"Good fellows! Are you wearing new clothes? ”

Du Xinyuan looked around with envy. At this moment, a voice came from beside him.

"Hey, boy, new here? Why don't you go to the queue over there for inspection? Hurry up, hurry up ......"

Before he could react, he was pushed to the other side, where dozens of beggars, dressed in tatters, like him, were already standing in a line.

"Hey, what's your name?"

Looking at the unknown young man in front of him, Liang Yuqiu, who was lying on the table and registering, smiled at him.

"Nothing stressful, relax ......" (To be continued.) )