Li Guo stood at the gate of the squire's compound in the county, his fists clenched, and his uncle, who grew up together, was tied up in the squire's compound with ropes. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This courtyard is really big and luxurious, this is a typical two-courtyard four-entry brick and wood structure courtyard, there are ear rooms, left and right wings, divination room door openings, street gates, the courtyard has built a rockery, a flower hall, a fish pond, a door welcome, in front of the door, the window in front of the door, the tile head between the buildings is also carved and carved with a variety of various patterns exquisite and magnificent patterns. Li Guo didn't know much, he could only vaguely distinguish that some were Jiang Taigong fishing, some were peony chrysanthemums, some were lying on the ice for carp, and some were eight immortals crossing the sea, these expensive wooden structures stood there generously, as if they had been located here since ancient times, but Li Guo did not dare to stop in them.

It was a kind of wealth that he would never have access to in his life, and the thin wall separated it from each other had completely opened up two different worlds. Inside the wall is tranquility, wealth, and tranquility, with maids drawing water, small servants sprinkling and sweeping, young ladies playing the harp, and literati coming and going, while outside the walls are dirty, poor, and chaotic, and there are only rampant bandits, greedy servants, thieves, and hungry vagrants.

Li Guo didn't dare to defile this pure land with his dirty cloth shoes, although he was worried about his uncle's safety, he only dared to look outside the door, and did not dare to enter this sacred realm at all.

The young man seemed to have recovered from yesterday's blow, his eyes were red, but his expression had regained his composure, and his expression had returned to honesty, which was the standard image of a rural farmer. But if you look closely into his eyes, you will find that the flame that once shone in the eyes of this young man, the flame of love that was once active has been completely destroyed, and now it is only a walking corpse with a heavy responsibility that is still alive in this world.

His heart is dead.

"Uncle, why did the uncle ride the horse of the post station to death, but he had to be tied up in Squire's house?"

"Cough, cough" Uncle coughed twice, his respiratory tract became fragile and sensitive because he often breathed air with loess, he took a few breaths hard before panting and speaking: "This Ai squire is a tyrant in the county, your uncle slept on his door with a bare back a few days ago, and he was already dissatisfied, and the day before yesterday he saw your uncle peeing on the wall of his house, so he sent someone to beat your uncle with a stick, tied him there, and did not give him water or food." He also said that it was okay for the post station to deal with your uncle, but he had to wait for him to tie up your uncle for three days! ”

Li Guo gritted his teeth and clicked, he looked up at the courtyard, although he could see the uncle, but because the uncle was tied with his back to the gate, he couldn't see the uncle's face, and he could only guess the uncle's situation at the moment through imagination.

Since I received the news, it has been almost three days, and the water and rice have not been eaten for three days, even a man who is beaten with iron can't hold on, not to mention that the uncle is still tied up? Li Guo once starved, it was a disaster year five years ago, the whole village had almost lost its grain harvest, and his family had not eaten anything for five days. It felt like there was a hole in his stomach, his brain couldn't think, his ears couldn't hear, his stomach was dry, his heart was weak, he couldn't even pump blood. All he thought in his heart and what he said in his mouth was food. Ah, how painful that feeling is, as if there is a person manipulating himself, all he does and thinks about is "eating", at that time, where there is no morality, where there is a bottom line, where is there any etiquette, a person's greatest luxury is to have something to eat, even if it is soil, tree bark, human flesh!

If there is any enemy of rituals, it may be starvation! Li Guo finally found the nemesis of Lifa, but he was not happy about it, because both of them were things he could not afford to provoke.

Therefore, Li Guo knew his uncle's situation very well, and he wanted to replace him in person, but he didn't have the courage.

Entering someone's yard without the permission of the master's house can be taken by the squire to the official.

I have a strong labor force in my own house, and I must not make any mistakes again.

From a distance, I saw a child in a brocade robe walking out, probably one of the sons of Squire Ai. He has a round face, about eleven or twelve years old, and small tiger teeth, delicate and slender eyebrows, and a full and round heavenly court, which is often said to be a blessing. Holding a piece of cake in his hand, round, bright, and fragrant, it was the oil cake that Li Guo had told Nian'er. Oh, Nian'er, as soon as she thought of this woman, Li Guo's heart that she thought was already as hard as a rock tightened, she, I don't know if she is okay now?

Li Guo saw his uncle stretching his neck with difficulty and making a begging look, is this begging for a piece of bread? I guess there was nothing in my stomach for three whole days, and anyone who has experienced it will not want to go through it a second time.

"Give him a piece of bread, give him a piece" Li Guo begged in his heart: "He just offended your family, and he didn't do anything wrong, you must be a good boy, please show mercy and give him a piece of cake!" ”

Be merciful.

Li Guo saw the child with a warm smile, and gently stretched out the oil cake in his hand in front of Li Zicheng, he could almost imagine the aroma of the hot oil cake in front of the uncle, the smell of oil, the aroma of wheat noodles, how coveted, and how yearning!

A little further, a little further, let him eat!

Li Guo saw that the oil cake was advancing little by little in the child's hands, advancing little by little, and gradually approaching the tip of Li Zicheng's nose, Li Guo could almost imagine that the slightly burnt yellow edge of the oil cake was about to rub the hair on Li Zicheng's nose.

It's almost, it's almost!

Li Guo felt a little better in his heart, although this Squire Ai was mean, but his son was still good, after all, children are always innocent.

Suddenly, the child transformed into a demon, he made an angry and evil grimace, and slapped the oil cake on Li Zicheng's face, and he pumped so hard that a complete oil cake shattered into countless pieces on Li Zicheng's face, and then turned into a flying star.

The yellow, perfect oil cake was stained and crumbled.

Li Guo watched with a blank gaze as the child pumped the cake on Li Zicheng's face, and watched the child fly up and kick Li Zicheng's lower abdomen, this kick was so hard, and the position of the hit was so delicate that he could almost hear the uncle moan in pain, and his whole body shook like a shrimp. Immediately, ruthlessly, the child crushed the oil cake on the ground with his feet, which were wearing Songjiang dun cloth socks inside, and cotton shoes depicting auspicious patterns and decorated with gold and silver threads.

He looked at the child's squirming lips, he could almost read the child's words, and could almost hear the child's exhortation, even hoarse, "I won't give it to you if I throw it away!" I won't give it to you if I throw it away! ”

I won't give it to you if I throw it away!

I won't give it to you if I throw it away!

I won't give it to you if I throw it away!

Li Guo suddenly felt that this world was strange for a while, obviously they were also people living in the land of Sanqin, and they were all children raised by their fathers and mothers, why did they have so much hatred for each other, and they had to practice each other to such a point?

If you really don't want to eat that oil cake, you really don't need it, why not give it to the person who needs it?

When you don't eat for three hours, you feel hungry, and do you know that there are people in this world who have not eaten for three days?

Li Guo clenched his fists tightly, the terrible roar of the child roared in his mind, the muscles on his arms were entangled with each other, accumulating the power of anger, and the green tendons on his face were raised high, as if to announce the infinite grief and indignation of his master to the surroundings.

Why, why can't it be given to us?

Why, why oppress us?

Li Guo felt a strong anger, this anger came from a driving force called morality, from a primitive and simple emotion that does not suffer from inequality, although it is still suppressed by the master's reason and the morality and etiquette of the surrounding society, but once it erupts, it will be like a flame, like a hurricane to destroy all resistance.

When the puppet was angry, blood splattered ten steps, ten thousand people were angry, and the sky collapsed.

Li Guo was suddenly pulled by someone, this power is not big, but it is enough to make him sober, this kind of physical obstacle directly acts on his spirit, and the result is to disintegrate his desire to destroy and kill.

He turned around, it was the uncle.

Uncle shook his head with a serious look, his cloudy eyes were shining at the moment, this old man who has survived in this cruel and unwarm world for nearly sixty years has sufficient life experience, he knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, knows how to bow low and be small, and knows how to sacrifice self-esteem to save life.

He is smart, but at the same time sad.

Li Guo wanted to shout: "Is it true that life that is trampled under people's feet, like a dog, like a worm, is it really life?" What's the point of living like this, even if it's a hundred or 10,000 years? ”

Uncle doesn't know life, doesn't know value, and doesn't know nobility, but he knows how to live. He was very serious, and warned Li Guo in a hoarse and deep voice: "If you and Zicheng want to live, you have to endure it!" ”

Li Guo was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his head deeply, but his fists did not relax, on the contrary, they clenched tighter. The martial arts he had learned as a child had been imprinted in his muscles and in the depths of his mind, and the techniques of killing roared, angry, and roared in his veins, inciting him to kill, to destroy, to kill.

"I, remember." Li Guo's head drooped, but his heart was high, he knew that he was not subdued, and the retraction of his fist did not mean retreat, it more likely meant accumulating strength. It may take a quarter of an hour, or a few months, or a few years, but once it is accumulated, the consequences are not something that anyone can easily contain. This power does not come from the flesh, it is rooted in the deepest unwillingness of human hearts, and once it explodes, it will violently shake all the existence of this ancient country.

Li Guo took a deep look at his uncle, the young man who was the same age as him, the young man he regarded as his brother and idol was suffering at the moment, being severely humiliated by a yellow-mouthed child, and he couldn't do anything about it, this situation once again made him relive the feelings of yesterday, so he had to leave.

"Uncle, you wait, that day won't be too long." Li Guo secretly swore that his teeth were clenched, and his gaze was solemn and deep.

He was going to pay the fine, and to save his blood kins with the money his women had sold themselves.

On the scales of fate, his loved one was more important than his lover, and although it was not of his will, he still felt that he had made a difficult choice.

A choice he wouldn't even want to think about unless he had to.

"Perhaps, this is what the old people often call 'life'." Li Guo thought like this, and his figure walked into the frosty autumn day, gradually disappearing.

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