The wind swept the snowflakes furiously through the mountains, shook the trunks of the trees, and roared and roared strangely in the bare treetops, as if every qiē in the world was its docile slave, and it could ravage them and destroy them at will.

In the wind and snow, the group trudged with difficulty, supporting and dragging them, as if they would be swallowed up at any time. This is Fan Yongdou's family, following the Manchurians to flee north in panic, this is also a helpless move, the Manchus don't take them, and the new dynasty will punish them, so they can only go to the dark with a dead face. After Suke Saha and other pioneers, the Fan family still had some savings, and they could barely survive at the beginning. After two days, the road became more and more difficult to walk, and the climate became colder and colder, and the Qing army that had retreated from Funing caught up again, and after honestly and unceremoniously plundering these Han lackeys who were left behind, they walked away.

What ermine fur, leather clothes, what vehicles, mules and horses, what gold and silver are soft, even the slightly beautiful women of the Fan family cried and were kidnapped and left. At this moment, the old traitor was ruined and empty-handed.

Everyone had only walked two or three miles in the knee-deep snow, and they were already feeling tight in their chests, their eyes were beating and they couldn't move anymore. As far as the eye can see, there is still no trace of the surroundings. The trees are scattered around with branches that look like ice sculptures. The heavens and the earth are all the same, and only the roars of the beasts that are about to leave are left and right.

finally saw a snow nest, Fan Yongdou couldn't support it anymore, and shrunk into a ball in a trembling way. This old guy is very good at maintenance, and he has been hungry and sad these days, and his body and bones have long been unable to bear it. The rags were wrapped and wrapped, but they still couldn't stop the biting cold.

Fan Sanba knew that he couldn't stay for a long time, but looking at the state of everyone, especially Dad, he couldn't go anymore no matter what.

"I'm going to get some firewood. Make a fire and warm up and go! Fan Sanba sighed helplessly and walked hard in the snow, leaving the others in the depression.

"Alas, the old man can't go outside the gate." Fan Yongdou looked at his son's back, sighed, and said gloomily: "Wait for the warmth to come." Earn your own way! Whether to go to Guanwai, or to turn back to Daming, whatever. I am the first evil, and my sins are so great that one death is a hundred. The new dynasty wants to punish, but it doesn't want to exterminate the nine clans, right? ”

Fan Lao Er sat blankly, with an arm hanging from a strip of rags, and his head was also wrapped. It was all beaten by the master of the people, who made him reluctant to give up that concubine. I'm still thinking about arguing and reasoning!

Ah, an exclamation broke the silence, and everyone didn't know why, so they got up in fright, except for Fan Yongdou, who couldn't move.

When Fan Lao Er heard the words of exclamation, he burst out with amazing strength and limped over. The distance was not very far, and he saw Fan Sanba's figure.

Rush to the front. Fan Lao Er saw some of the branches and dead grass that his brother had picked up and threw them into the snow, and in the snow there was a face and a hand stretched out into the air. That's his little concubine Yanhong.

With a miserable howl, Fan Lao Er climbed onto the snow and scraped the snow desperately with one hand, and the corpse was exposed more and more clearly. Naked, with blood-colored ice under him, his two eyes looked at Fan Lao Er in a daze. It was as if she was complaining to him about the atrocities that had taken place.

The cry came out of Fan Laoer's mouth, snot and tears rolled down, stroking the woman he loved the most, he had ever woken up and understood the cause and effect of this qiē.

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The fire was ignited. The crowd gathered around, and no one spoke, but the wind and the howl of wild beasts. Fan Lao Er was also quiet, his eyes were a little dull, staring at the fire for a moment, and then looking at the snow under his feet and beside him, it was also not for a moment. Red, white, churning and stirring in his mind.

"Let's all go back!" Fan Yongdou's voice became weaker and more decadent, "There is no way to get out of the side wall alive and walk to Liaodong." Walking back, I hope to meet the chasing Ming army. As long as you don't die, you will have a chance to raise the buried silver, and you will have a chance to make a comeback......"

Poof, a handful of snow fell on Fan Yongdou's face, interrupting his words. Everyone turned their heads to look in shock, but it was Fan Lao Er who smirked and picked up the snow again.

"Silver, Daddy, give you silver." Fan Laoer's eyes flashed with crazy light, and he grabbed the snow again and raised it over, "Look, it's all silver, and it's all silver everywhere, it's all from our Fan family." Pick it up, pick it up quickly......"

"Second brother, you're crazy." Fan Sanba hurriedly rushed over to block in front of his father and stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Crazy, you're crazy." Fan Laoer's strength was unexpectedly great, and he knocked Fan Sanba out with one shoulder, and laughed even louder, "If you don't pick up the silver, aren't you crazy?" Hurry, hurry, if you don't pick it up, it'll be dirty, and if you get blood, you'll kill people......"

"Second child, you give me-" Fan Yongdou rolled his eyes in anger, gasping and scolding, trying to make his son sober up.

"Silver, silver - to be spent, to be eaten, to be clothed, to be saved. Take it, eat it! ”

Fan Lao Er continued to go crazy, kicking and raising, and the pervasive snow and dust made the people around him a little breathless. Then the sparks splashed everywhere, and Fan Lao Er tossed the fire again, kicking the burning firewood and grass everywhere. Everyone screamed and dodged, Fan Sanba and the fourth brother hurriedly stepped forward to stop them, and the three of them fell and rolled into a ball.

When the crazy Fan Lao Er was restrained, everyone found out that Fan Yongdou was dead. It's a surprise, but it's not an accident. Fan Yongdou won't live long, everyone can see this. But he died at the hands of his own son, to be exact, it was the three of them who broke the old guy's ribs with a butt in the process of rolling and fighting, ending his shameful dog life.

Snow, silver; Fire, blood. Fan Lao Er is crazy, but he realizes the root of his current miserable situation. Greed for money, unprincipled grabbing, no matter how much wealth there is, will eventually become the retribution of sin, it is just a matter of time.

So, who can really realize the limited role of money, and who can understand that gold and silver treasures are not as good as a steamed bun or a glass of water in a difficult situation. Perhaps only when the time comes, will people come to their senses. Gold and silver treasures cannot be used as food to satisfy the stomach, cannot be used as clothes to keep out the cold, can not be used as water to drink to quench thirst, only when they can be exchanged for things, it has actual value.

From small to large, the Manchu clique that withdrew from the customs will also face such a dilemma. They did plunder and loot a lot of goods, but with whom did they exchange food and supplies? The Mongol tribes, just kidding, if they had abundant supplies, they would not be in a hurry to trade with the Central Plains Dynasty; The neighboring countries, well, North Korea don't have to count on it, what about the polar bears, before the Trans-Siberian Railway, they are beyond the reach of the Far East. (To be continued......)