May in the Plains, though not the best of the year, is not as good as it gets. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAt this time, that is, when the green yarn tent was raised, the sky was full of white clouds, and the ground was a rolling green sea that could not be seen. Villages and towns are like floating in the green sea.

But for the people, the best is autumn. At that time, the millet was yellow and the sorghum was red. When the autumn wind blows and rustles, for the people, it is hope, it is the hope of a busy year.

Now, for the people, although the green yarn tent is up, but the year has not yet been revealed, to the time of harvest, there are still a few months, when the rain can keep up, directly affect the harvest of the year, now the sorghum is a pole, the millet is a grass, when the ears are grown, and the rain is enough, the rain is a little less, the grout is not a star or two points.

That's God's face, no one can do it.

But despite this, when the green yarn tent was raised, the people were still full of expectations and hopes for this year's harvest.

On the field road between the green gauze tents, a Western-style four-wheeled carriage was slowly pulled by two large mules, and the sound of its wheels crushing the ground could be heard from afar, and the sound of the brass bell hanging between the horse's neck was also very crisp.

This carriage was driven out of the railway station in Baofeng County -- after the Spring Festival this year, the railway was repaired to Baofeng, and after the railway was repaired, some businessmen from the south opened a carriage shop at the railway station, and the carriage shop was full of Hanyang's big carriages, and Baofeng County had a "public carriage" business for the first time.

Early in the morning, it carried the passengers from the train, along the dirt road in the countryside, towards the market, the big mule had just eaten and drunk, and the handlebars of the car were in the form of catching it, and from time to time it was strangled, so that it could go a little slower, and the big carriage had to go dozens of miles a day, and the mule could not be tired.

But the mule walked so vigorously on its own that it had to be strangled by the handlebars. Before noon, he drove out more than 30 miles. Along the way, people get on and off the bus from time to time, and for the people in the market villages along the way, they are now accustomed to spending a few copper plates to ride a big carriage to drive away relatives.

Lifestyle changes always happen inadvertently.

It was already noon, and although the semi-open carriage had a canvas canopy on top to block the sun, the sun was still soaking people's sweat. At this time, the mule was also slowed down, and it had not yet reached the place where it was sharpened. The handlebar style walked by it, and despite the urging of the people, the handlebar style had his idea.

There were only nine passengers on board, and though there were twelve seats in this light country carriage, it was still crowded, even though their luggage was thrown on the shelves on the roof, and the mule's material bags, and small tin buckets with long ropes were tied there. The carriage was a bit crowded because there were also goods in the carriage, and the goods carried by a vendor filled the car.

Among the passengers, near the door sat a young man in military uniform. He got off the train at Baofeng Railway Station. Because of the hot weather, he unbuttoned his military uniform, opened his arms, and held a military hat in his hand, revealing the monk's head - the military masters of the Han army were all monks.

He was not too tall, he looked like he was twenty-five or sixteen years old, his face was dark, and his personality was very cheerful, and he quickly became acquainted with the people in the car, even those who had just gotten in the car. And the woman who got into the car in front of the village holding the doll and leading the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl looked at him from time to time.

"Master Jun, where are you from?"

The woman holding the doll asked him.

"Wangjiacun."

"Who's in the house?"

"There is a father, there is a mother."

"When did you get out? You're a soldier, right? ”

"Sister-in-law, how do you know that I am a soldier?"

In fact, the answer is very simple - after Changmao fled last year, the rebels recruited 30,000 recruits in Henan, and there was only that group, and this person must be among those recruits.

"My third brother is also in the army......"

The little girl who was really silent on the side interjected.

"Well, what are you doing in the army?"

"Guess what."

The little girl tilted her head and looked at it for a moment, and then said:

"You're an infantryman, aren't you?"

"Haha, I guessed it right."

He grinned.

He is not an infantryman, in fact, how many people are not infantry? Even if it is the leader of the group, it is also infantry, and in the rebel army, it is either infantry or artillery, or cavalry. In the army, when the infantry saw the cavalry riding a tall horse, they could only envy it. And he is the cavalry, and he is also the commander of the 3rd Cavalry Regiment, the rebels have 57 infantry regiments, but there are only 3 cavalry regiments! Here, however, no one can recognize his rank of lieutenant colonel, and for the common people these ranks do not seem to make any difference.

The carriage walked slowly. On both sides of the road, sorghum ears are large and red, densely arranged. The sound of sorghum leaves was everywhere.

Soon arrived at the entrance of Wangjia Village.

After saying goodbye to the people in the car, he jumped out of the carriage and walked towards the village. Carrying two burdens, he walked towards the village. Somehow, the closer he got home, the more uneasy Deng Mingshao's heart became.

According to common sense, there is nothing a person is most familiar with than the road in his hometown. There, a well, a small depression, a small tree, and a field road were all engraved in his heart since childhood, and he will not forget until he dies of old age. Because on that well, he carried water with his mother since he was three or four years old, and on that little tree there was snot that he wiped, and in that small depression he dropped a bowl and was scolded. These are deeply hidden in the memory together.

But now that he was home, he couldn't tell which one was his door.

Where is home?

Deng Mingshao remembered that in front of the fence at home, there was a jujube tree with a crooked neck. My mother always stood under this jujube tree and shouted to him.

"Xiao Shao! Come back for dinner. ”

But now there is no fence, and the crooked-necked date tree cannot be found.

Which doorway is your own?

He stopped, and twelve years ago, as the eldest in the family, he saw that if he stayed at home any longer, all the three brothers would starve to death, and like the rest of the village, he would go out to beg for food and make a living. He was only fourteen years old at that time, and then he came to Wuchang, asked for food, carried work on the dock, and later became a partner by chance. Later, the Taiping army came...... But for so many years, he has never been home.

This farewell is twelve years, these twelve years, he clearly remembers the appearance of home in his dreams, thinking that one day, he will always come home, why have he forgotten it all now!

How can you forget your home?

Just when Deng Mingshao was nervous and at a loss, he suddenly remembered that next to his house, there was a stone luqi, and he often held a bowl and squatted on it to eat. Didn't you break a big bowl once! It was also in that place that he gave him a cold blow from the back of the third child, making him fall to the ground from above, and his head fell out, and he was slapped twice by his mother for this,......

turned around and walked a few steps, and sure enough, I saw the stone luqi, but the crooked neck jujube tree.

Putting down the burden in his hand, he walked over to the broken wooden door and knocked on it. There were a few knocks, but there was no movement inside. Deng Mingshao took a deep breath and shouted a little nervously.

"Mother! I am back. ”

No one answered, this, what's going on.

Deng Mingshao shouted into the courtyard again, in his Henan dialect, which had changed its taste.

"Mother, I'm back......"

"Who?"

In just an instant, he heard his mother's voice. The voice had only been heard in dreams.

"Mother, it's me, it's me, Xiao Shaozi!"

Deng Mingshao shouted into the courtyard, tears already flowing from his eyes.

I only heard a sigh in the room, a sound, and something fell to the ground with a bang. The door opened, and I saw my mother wearing a torn blue coat, hiding her arms, and tripped over the threshold.

Finally, after leaving home for 12 years, Deng Mingshao saw his mother again, in the past 12 years, he never dared to forget his mother's appearance, and now his mother is old and her hair is gray.

"Mother!"

The moment he saw his mother, Deng Mingshao hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed three times in a row.

"I'm back, I'm kowtowing to you......"

Walked to his side, looked at him from top to bottom, circled around him for two or three mills, and then turned his face to look closer, looking, looking, as if he could not recognize this man in a foreign military uniform. Suddenly, she hugged and knelt in Deng Mingshao's arms and sobbed.

"Xiao Shaozi, when I was a mother, I thought I wouldn't see you in my life......"

The mother's cry made Deng Mingshao's nose sour and force him to hold back his tears.

"Don't cry his aunt."

Some of the neighbors around him came out listening to the movement, and immediately said comfortingly,

"Xiao Shaozi is back, this is a great joy, you just cry and make him feel sad."

Until she was persuaded to do so, she picked up her clothes, wiped her eyes, and held back her tears.

"Mother cooks food for you, make your favorite food......"

The mother and son entered the courtyard, and the courtyard was as simple and shabby as before, but it was very tidy.

Holding a hug of rotten bean stalks, she sat in front of the stove and rowed the fire sickle.

"Mother, I'll ......"

Deng Mingshao hurriedly snatched it over and lit the fire, but she didn't let it, she looked at her eldest son who hadn't seen her for more than ten years and said.

"Shaozi, you can rest. You have been out there for so many years, I don't know how much suffering you have suffered! Mother thought she couldn't see you anymore, so you rested......"

"There is no bitterness outside, there is food and clothing......"

"Alas, don't coax my mother, you don't know the pain of asking for food when you go out? That's what you're ...... now."

Looking at the clothes her son was wearing, although she hadn't seen much of the world, she also knew that it was worn by those soldiers in the city, and they were paid a few dollars a month.

"When you become this soldier, what you eat is also a severed head meal......"

It doesn't matter what I said, my mother's tears rolled down like a string of water droplets.

"My brother, my brother's ......"

When the shout came, I saw an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy in coarse cloth clothes rushing in, he looked at Deng Mingshao in a black military uniform, was stunned for a moment, and then asked.

"You, you're my brother?"

"Little Three......

Although he had the light on his back, Deng Mingshao still saw the scar on the young man's head, and Deng Mingshao recognized that this was Xiao San, his brother.

"That's right, I'm your brother, you're my brother!"

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