[The exiles in Liaodong are miserable, and the book friends also support it, don't hesitate to collect, don't be soft on the recommendation, thank you for the crabs :)]

On the west bank of the Sand River, in a relatively remote nest away from the riverbank.

The small space was filled with a strong fishy smell, and a rough man with a full beard was aware of Suosuo's belt and shoes, and after cleaning up, he took out a handful of copper from his coat and threw it to the ground, and said with a Shandong accent, "Old rules, ten, count." After saying that, he lifted the curtain and went out.

The fresh and cold air outside the "door" rushed in, diluting the fishy smell in the "house", and also making Xu Wanyun, who was lying on the ground with dull eyes, feel excited, as if her soul had just returned to her body.

She sighed faintly, pulled up the tattered cotton cloth that was used as a futon and wrapped it around her naked body, and reached out on the ground to fumble for the copper coins that the man had thrown - it was already dark, and nothing could be seen clearly in the ground.

The copper coin is thin and light, Xu Wanyun doesn't need to look at it to know that it is the private coinage of the black-hearted money village, and only two pennies can be worth a penny, she sighed helplessly - it seems that the business of the fish market is not very good these days - after collecting ten pennies, she slowly took out a rag bag, opened it layer by layer, took out a piece of dry and hard steamed bun that had been gnawed on half of the side, fed it to her mouth, and chewed it slowly.

The nest grew darker and darker, and finally fell into inky darkness completely.

The sound of chewing stopped, Xu Wanyun shrank back, and two lines of tears slid down silently.

She is a native of Liaoyang, Liaodong, today, October 14, is her birthday, and after today, she will be eighteen.

Once, she had a poor but extremely warm home, her father was the husband of Liaoyang City, and her mother had a good embroiderer, which was specially designed for sewing and mending for large families in the city; The seven-year-old brother has just been enlightened, every day before dawn carrying his small book basket and shouting crisply, "Mother, sister, I go to school" and go out, every time at this time, she will run out of the door in a hurry, catch up with her brother to check whether his books are all right, whether the dry food at noon is enough, whether the face is clean, whether the clothes are neat, and see her brother, a scholar, obediently listen to her own mercy, is one of the happiest moments of her day.

There is no big rich, no big fish, no big meat, no big red and purple, but the days are extremely peaceful and sweet. If it hadn't been for that night, she would have been married by now, married to a young man in Liaoyang City, or a simple young farmer outside Liaoyang City, and of course, she might have married a scholar as she dreamed, and since then she has flown up the branches and become a phoenix.

But all that was disillusioned with the arrival of that night.

March 21 of the first year of the Apocalypse!

This is a day she will never forget in her life, that night, Liaoyang fell, and the Tartars entered the city!

How many times has she woken up from a nightmare, and that nightmare is Liaoyang City on March 21: it was also a dark night when she couldn't see her fingers, and Liaoyang City, which had been surrounded for two days, suddenly burst into flames, shouting and killing to the sky; By the light of the fire, she saw her father's face pale, and his trembling hands were nailing wooden planks to the gate of his house one by one, and the suffocating atmosphere was pressed against this small courtyard, and it was also heavily pressed on the entire Liaoyang City! At that time, she was still young, and she didn't know that the atmosphere was called despair! Just clinging to the corners of her mother's clothes, watching her father nail the plank, it seems that nailing the door will keep all the chaos out.

Soon, however, there was a beastly howl and a tartar language she didn't understand, and the door crumbled with a thud, and his father and mother took their sibling in his arms, trembling as the planks fell one by one.

The door was slammed open! Three small mountain-like figures swarmed in, and at the same time, there was a disgusting smell mixed with the smell of blood, the smell of fur, and the strong smell of body.

Her father raised the hammer in his hand like a beast to meet him, and the bright knife flashed, and she saw that her father was split in two diagonally from his neck to his ribs!

The rain of blood rushed into the sky, splashing on the frightened mother and son, until her mother was dragged away by the gray-haired tartar who was smiling strangely, she reacted, and was about to reach out to pull, but saw her mother's tightly held brother being kicked down in front of her, and a big axe swung down, and the brother's head jumped up and strangely crossed her head; Blood sprayed all over her head and face, and the smell of blood was so thick that she fainted!

When she woke up, she was already on horseback, her hands tied behind her back, leaning over in front of the saddle. She couldn't see anything except the ground with remnants of snow in front of her, but she felt that her lower body hurt so much that it seemed to tear her into two!

In this way, she became the slave girl of this gray-haired Tartar named Kyakhta, and was taken by him to the village south of Hetuala; During the day, he did all kinds of dirty work like an animal, and at night he was ravaged by Kyakhtu and his two sons.

She also thought of death, using death to get rid of this desperate life, using death to wash away her shame, but several times when she had put her head into the cloth belt hanging on the roof beam, her father's body that was split in half and the head of the jumping little brother would suddenly appear in front of her, and finally the beautiful face of her mother, who was slowly shaking her head at her, and finally she cried again and again and fell to the ground, and as the days went by, the heart of self-destruction slowly faded, and instead of it, the hatred for Kyakhta's father and son, and for the Tartars became deeper and deeper.

She didn't see her mother, and in the three years she had been in that village, no matter how much she tried to inquire, she couldn't find the slightest message about her mother.

Kyakhtu and they often went on expeditions, which gave the Han slaves in the village an opportunity to communicate, and at the instigation of a young Han man named Zhang Xiong, they decided to flee - to die, and also to die in the land of the Ming - but Hetuala was too far away from the Ming Dynasty for them to dare not move.

In the fourth year, the opportunity came.

Under the leadership of wild boar skin, the Tartars marched westward and fought to the death with Lin Dan Khan of Mongolia; Mao Dashuai of Dongjiang Town took the opportunity to dig out the Tartar's nest and went all the way north, even beating Kuandian.

When the news came, the Tartars who stayed behind were panicked, but the Han slaves were overjoyed, and an undercurrent of escape came surgingly.

Zhang Xiong did it! With more than a dozen Han slaves, including Xu Wanyun, they killed a few old Tartars who stayed in the village, successfully escaped from the village, and joined the fugitive army that went south to Dongjiang Town.

After going through many difficulties and dangers along the way, Xu Wanyun finally followed the mighty Dongjiang army and returned to Phi Dao.

However, the overcrowded Phi Island was extremely short of food, and even the soldiers who went into battle could not eat enough, let alone women and children like Xu Wanyun.

She had to trade her body for food - the only option for most lonely women on Phi Island.

It should be said that Xu Wanyun's luck is very good, once she received an uncle who transported grain from Dengzhou, and after begging hard, the other party agreed to her and brought her back to Dengzhou from Phi Island.

Although she was far away from the nightmarish Liaodong, Xu Wanyun's situation did not improve much, she still couldn't find a job to do, so she could only rely on her body to exchange for barely surviving food, struggling like a maggot in the quagmire on the bank of the Sand River.

She hates Tartars! It was the Tartars who ruined her home and ruined everything for her!

She hates herself even more! Hate yourself for being a daughter! If she were a man, she would definitely be like thousands of hot-blooded warriors on Phi Island, holding knives, gritting her teeth, and fighting with Tartars!

Wiping away her tears, Xu Wanyun woke up from her memories and silently nibbled on dry and hard steamed buns

In the boundless darkness, her consciousness gradually blurred, and she finally fell asleep.

The next day, she was woken up by a sharp cry, dressed and crawled out of the nest, Xu Wanyun looked at the crowd not far away who were carrying the frozen corpse out, and the widow's mourning and weeping hit her numb heart - although it was just winter, but in this ghostly land, similar scenes have been staged every now and then, and she is already used to it.

Sometimes she even envies those frozen blue corpses, dying, is not a relief, as soon as her eyes are closed, everything is over, how good!

She was thinking about it, and a familiar call sounded in her ears, "Wanyun! Wanyun! ”

Turning her head, she saw that it was Aunt Cao, who took good care of her on weekdays, and was walking towards her with a happy face at the moment, "Are you up?" Auntie told you, it's a great thing! …… At the pillar of the bridge, it is said that it is recruiting, and it is a female worker! ”