There was a commotion outside.

When I came out of the house, good guys, the crowd of people "all over the mountains", on the streets, on the earthen walls, on the low trees, all the way to the entrance of the village, were all onlookers, and it seemed that the villagers from ten miles and eight towns had come to see the lift.

Daming has nothing else, but there are a lot of people! Four billion in total! One gives birth to two, two gives birth to four, four gives birth to eight, and it has doubled in twenty years, and there are people everywhere, except for people or people, just ask if you are afraid!

The village soldiers held hands, desperately trying to maintain order. They wore shabby light yellow military uniforms, and the word "Yong" or "Bing" was written in large letters on their chests, but the characters were crooked by the unclosed plackets, like ghost drawings. They shouted, "Don't squeeze! You uninformed hillbillies! ”

The sound of firecrackers could be heard in the distance, and it seemed crisp in the empty plain. A few more cannons rang out, and it sounded a little dull from afar.

The sound of firecrackers is getting closer and clearer. The sound of the cannon also began to vibrate people's eardrums.

A few people in torn cotton jackets were holding long bamboo poles, and firecrackers were hanging from the bamboo poles, and the firecrackers were burning one by one, falling one by one, and bursting one by one, like bursting watermelons.

A few old men with gray hair and toothless smirk, holding a fire gun made of iron pipes, filled the gun with gunpowder as they walked, and then rolled the cigarette in their mouth to the root of the fire gun, and there was a loud "boom", so his whole body was in the rising smoke, everything was like a dream, and he stared in a daze.

The children ran into the distance, the old woman and the old man giggled into the distance, and the young men stared straight at the street.

In the midst of thousands of onlookers, the protagonist finally appeared.

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Two cars slowly move in from the crowd!

Car!

Car!

Car!

There was a car in our small village!

No one knows how to build a car anymore, and it is said that the cars that exist are relics dug up from the ground, and they are so expensive that they can't even be bought with money. Moreover, all the gasoline is bought from the palace, which is not only expensive, but also cannot be bought with money - you have to have the right.

And now, there are two cars in our small village!

I watched closely.

One is a swarthy car, and the other is a swarthy car. Two small flags are inserted on the front cover of the car, on the right is the provincial flag of Gyeonggi Province "Dragon in the Nine Heavens" and on the right is the family flag of the Longnan Oriental Family "Sunrise East".

Everyone surrounded the car, and the head of the car was lifted before reluctantly taking a step. People are stroking the car as if they were stroking an old man. Everyone touched the window of the car and leaned their heads close to the black glass to see who was sitting inside, but it was so dark inside that they couldn't see it, so people's faces were stuck to the glass.

I squeezed through the crowd, craned my neck to watch, and said to the people next to me, "This is a car, a type of car." There is also a kind of car called a truck, and Luoyang and Chang'an also have armored vehicles and tanks......"

Everyone else gathered around.

Someone said, "Sedan? Sedan car? ”

I continued, "I don't understand! This kind of car doesn't have to be carried by anyone......"

People say, "Is anyone kicking in there?" ”

I said disdainfully: "It burns gasoline!" Do you know what 'gasoline' is? ”

People say, "If I had a car, I would have people carry it every day!" ”

I looked at them: "a bunch of hillbillies......"

- Suddenly I had a feeling that I was in the air and saw a circle of people surrounding me......

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Zhao Sanye was standing in front of his house, and his face was full of anger when he saw people watching the car uneducated. He gestured vigorously with his hands, his expression exaggerated, and his hands danced.

The soldiers rushed forward, took the sticks at their waists, and poked them in the shoulders to separate them. A half-sized boy still wanted to lie on the window to watch, but was kicked a few meters away by the village soldiers.

The car finally drove in front of Zhao Sanye's yard.

The door of the car opened, and a foot in black leather shoes protruded.

This leather shoe alone already shows his status.

The King James Law has already defined the dress hierarchy for each class. The so-called "civilians in cloth clothes", of course, can only wear cloth clothes and shoes, even if you have leather clothes and shoes, you can't wear them, because trespassing is a capital crime.

The shiny leather shoes have already declared the preeminent status of the master. Those crowds of onlookers, those hundreds and thousands of onlookers, no matter how hard they struggle all their lives, will not reach the status of being qualified to wear leather shoes - unless they are "incorporated" after castration.

The black leather shoes were followed by black trousers, which were also a symbol of hierarchical status.

Then there was a black suit - Zhao Sanye's son Dongfang Rong got out of the car. The gelding-like pork Rong rolled down, whiter, more tender, and fatter.

- I deliberately said "Zhao Sanye's son Dongfang Rong", as if saying "Your son looks like the old king next door", there is naturally a reason for such strange words.

Dongfang Rong, formerly called Zhao Arong, we all call him Pork Rong, because he eats pork and eats pigs. He is the youngest son of Zhao Sanye, one year older than me, and he is twenty-one this year.

He participated in the township test, won the show, and then went to the capital, went to Longnan Dongfang's house to join the scholar as a slave, and changed his name to Dongfang Rong. He participated in the examination in the name of Longnan Dongfang, and actually won the lift! He was castrated and became the emperor's imperial official - higher in rank than the county magistrate. In other words, the county magistrate has to kowtow when he sees Pork Rong!

Depraved! The world is going down! Scum! In the future, I will call you Gelding Rong!

- I thought with hatred in my heart.

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The magistrate of the extinction! Thinking of this word, I, like everyone else, piled up smiling faces and hugged Dongfang Rong.

Dongfang Rongfang's chubby face still had a cowardly and weak look. His black suit covered his thick belly, and a small red flower was stuck in his pocket. He wore white gloves and held the top of the car with his hands on it, watching the people.

At this time, his "cowardice and weakness" seems to look more like "steady and resolute".

Zhao Sanye wanted to go up and touch his youngest son, but the eldest son next to him, Zhao Dapang, hurriedly grabbed him.

Zhao Sanye immediately understood: this is no longer Zhao Arong, the son who is often beaten and scolded by him, but Dongfang Rong of the scholar clan. This "scholar Dongfang Rong" can dispose of him at will, because the scholar has the right to do anything to the commoners. You must understand that "loyalty" is always greater than "filial piety".

Zhao Sanye immediately nodded and said to his son, "This ...... Hello Lord Dongfang, you are really fortunate to come to the land of precious treasures! He bent his legs and was about to kneel.

Dongfang Rong took a step, grabbed his father Zhao Sanye, and said, "Dad, don't be like this." I have always been your son. I'm coming back today to see you, to see my mother and my mother. ”

Zhao Dapang also nodded and said, "Brother...... Oh no, Lord Dongfang, go inside, rest inside. ”

Dongfang Rong looked at a woman behind his father, his eyes full of tears. He ran forward in a few steps, and his chubby body knelt in front of her.

"Bang", it was the sound of kneeling on the ground; Another "bang", it was the sound of his head hitting the ground; A few more "bangs", which was the sound of him constantly kowtowing.

Everyone laughed happily, and everyone was happy to see the plot like acting.

I was rarely impulsive, but at this point I felt the urge to cry.

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Zhao Arong, the youngest son of Zhao Sanye.

One day when Zhao Sanye was in his forties, he fell in love with the little girl who was waiting on the side. After a few tosses, Xiao Yahuan gave birth to a boy. Giving birth out of wedlock is a felony of killing the head, so Zhao Sanye can only marry this girl to make a third room.

I don't know if the young son who is the village chief is lucky or unlucky. At least he will not lack food and clothing, and he can also read and read, which is where he is better than our group of inferior people. But he was often bullied by his eldest mother and his brothers. And as a young son of a commoner, he must be castrated to the scholar or the emperor as a slave, which is clearly stipulated in the Ming law, the so-called "young sons of the royal family are scholars, young sons of the scholars are commoners, and few sons of commoners are eunuchs." Of course, this law is not strictly enforced now, but he has always been the least of his status as a young man.

Zhao Arong has been depressed. He is not welcomed by his brothers, nor by us. He went to school in the township, and the children of the big families in the township also bullied him. He played in the village and was also ostracized by us.

He often sat by the puddle in the west of the village, or read a book, or was in a daze.

When I was flapping in the puddle with Dog Leftovers and Dog Bully, he just looked at us with a smile on his face. I really can't understand what this smile is, this smile seems to be a "happy smile", but what is happy?

One day, I said to him, "What book are you reading?" ”

He raised his head and said with a smile: "Useless idle books." You see, you know braille anyway. ”

I wiped my hands on my pants with all my might, and then took the book he handed me - "The Dream of the Red Chamber". There are a lot of words I can't understand, but the words I understand are extremely beautiful.

Me: "It's a novel written by Cao Xueqin." My dad told me about it, but he didn't read it. ”

Him: "It's not all written by him. But that's okay. What's the point? ”

He muttered to himself, then in a daze.

I thought at one point if he was really stupid.

He said, "The book has been delivered to you, and I'm going back to prepare my homework." I have to take the Xiucai test, and I can only take the test in the future. ”

He touched my shoulder, smiled, and turned away, leaving the book behind. Books are very valuable things, and I have been reading that book for a long time, and I can memorize it.

Later, I went to school, and I was smarter and harder than him, so much so that I could teach him later, but sometimes, I still remembered his saying, "What's the point?" ”

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Now, Zhao Arong changed his name to Dongfang Rong and became a scholar, and he was promoted and returned to his hometown, and even the county magistrate had to be respectful.

I think of a sentence - "Wealth does not return to the hometown, such as brocade clothes at night". But I've always thought that this is a very low grade. When you return to your hometown, you return with honor, it means that you care about the feelings of the countrymen, that you value them, and that you are the same person as them—the same inferior people. If I win the promotion, or even the champion, and become a big official, hehe, don't go home to be with this group of subordinates, I have nothing to do with them...... But if you don't go home, how will they know that you are a big official, and how can you prove that you are very capable and special?

Will you go home or not? I couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Suddenly, sorrow strikes – this ethereal self-deception can only be momentarily satisfied.

I have no one to recommend, and I am not even qualified to be a taxi, I will shovel for a lifetime like my father.

I only have fantasies, no future.

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Dongfang Rong walked inside, he helped his mother, his brothers helped him, and the crowd supported his brother - towards Zhao Sanye's compound.

Dongfang Rong saw me and waved at me: "Zhao Daniu! ”

I was one of his few friends, though I never considered him a friend.

I also waved at him: "Brother Rong is good." ”

Dongfang Rong said to my father on the side: "Hello uncle! ”

Dad nodded to him and looked left and right.

- And a car! People nodded at Dongfang Rong, completely forgetting that there was still a car.

The other car door opened, a leg stretched out from it, and a man walked down.

Everyone stopped talking.

I'd love to write a poem to describe my mood and a word to describe that person, just like those novels – but I really can't write poetry. In short, everyone should understand that meaning, and pretend that I really wrote a poem and a poem like a poet, and everyone should fully understand that mood and feelings—because that person is that kind of person.

What is certain is that this person is a child of the Dijing family, a person from the real Oriental family. That kind of temperament is not something that our group of subordinates can have, the aristocratic temperament must have the heritage of dozens of generations, and he himself also needs decades of experience, which is the aristocratic temperament piled up with money and time.

Of course, there must be an outfit that matches the temperament. The most obvious is the "Sunrise East" family emblem on the chest, followed by a tall black hat, a straight blue suit, a snow-white shirt, a dark blue tie, and a gold wire flat mirror. There is also the meticulous hairspray, the well-maintained beard, and the contemplative and steady eyes, the whole person is full of manly atmosphere, which is completely different from Dongfang Rong's eunuch temperament.

He was in high spirits, took off his hat, and waved at everyone, like the emperor in a propaganda poster.

The brothers of the Zhao family and Zhao Sanye hurriedly returned.

Everyone clapped their hands happily and hugged them into Zhao Sanye's compound.

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Pork Rong walked and walked, and suddenly said to the son of the Dongfang family: "Young master, this is my brother Zhao Daniu, he taught me homework, and it was he who persuaded me to go out and gain fame." ”

The young master of the East said in surprise: "Oh! It turns out that this is the protagonist! ”

He took my hand and said, "Young man, do you want to come to Longnan Dongfang's house?!" We are born and die together, sharing wealth and glory! ”

I resolutely said, "Death to a confidant!" ”

So we ......

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However, this is not possible.

This is my imagination.

I watched as thousands of people gathered around to watch Pork Rong.

I was just one of a few thousand onlookers.

Unremarkable.

How I wish it was me who would be watched.

I have to admit that I was very jealous of him.

Jealousy left me delirious.

My heart, my stomach, my throat burned.