Those people from China Normal University, they used to only play in Internet cafes.

Now they are eating deliciously, and they are more than a cow.

These people, however, are still not satisfied, and they compare themselves to the rest of the esports group.

They feel that they have been wronged.

At this time, Tu Tuqiao stretched out his hand to these people, and he sent someone to invite these people to a café, and Tu Tuqiao gave each of them a top-notch fruit mobile phone. Then, Tu Tuqiao said: "You might as well talk to me, Wei Taiqiang doesn't have as much money as mine." ”

However, those people wanted to take advantage of Tutu Bridge, and they did not dare to betray He Boge and Wei Taiqiang.

Because, they are cooperating with Hoberg and Wei Taiqiang, and they seem to be real people who play e-sports.

Now let them betray their masters right away, they don't have the guts.

People bake pastries all day for the feasts of the rich, and the children work from dawn until late at night, covered in grease, sleeping on rough straw mats, and the next day they wobbly go to the fireside, but they get very little money, not even enough to buy a good pastry they have made for someone else. Men and women painstakingly cut thick furs for the winter and light furs for the spring, cut the thick brocades, and made them into luxurious gowns for those who enjoyed the abundance of food in the market, but they themselves could only tear a little rough blue cotton cloth and hastily sew it to protect themselves from the cold.

Living among these people who toiled for the enjoyment of others, it was not surprising that Wei Taiqiang had heard some strange things. Indeed, older men and women are reluctant to speak up to anyone. Some of the white-bearded "old men" pulled rickshaws, and some pushed carts to deliver charcoal and firewood to the bakery and the official residence, and their waists were tired and bent; They pushed and pulled heavy loads of goods on the gravel road, causing the tendons on their bodies to burst out like ropes; They were quite frugal, ate pitiful food, and slept for short periods of time; They remained silent, their faces expressionless like Alain's, and no one knew what was going on in their hearts. If they speak, they are only talking about food and copper coins. They seldom speak of money, because it is extremely difficult for them to get it.

They frowned as they rested, as if they were angry, but they weren't. This is because for many years, they are often tired and grinning when hauling heavy loads, and this heavy labor deepens the wrinkles at the corners of their eyes and mouth. They themselves don't know what they look like. Once, one of them saw himself in the mirror as a cart of furniture passed by and shouted, "Look how ugly that guy is!" When others laughed at him loudly, he smiled bitterly, not knowing why they were laughing, and hurriedly looked around, as if he had offended someone.

They all lived in the small shacks around Wei Taiqiang's tent, one after another. In their homes, women sew rags together and make clothes for their successive children. They steal some vegetables from farmers' fields, a few handfuls of rice from the grain market, and dig up wild vegetables from the hillsides all year round. At harvest time, they follow the reaper like chickens, their eyes fixed on every grain left. Moreover, children continue to die in these tents. They were born and died, and even the fathers and mothers didn't know how many were born and how many died, and they could hardly figure out how many were alive, and the fathers and mothers only regarded them as a mouth to feed.

These men, women, and children go in and out of the markets and cloth shops, and they also wander in the countryside near the cities; Men do this and that to earn a few pennies, while women and children steal and beg on the streets. Wei Taiqiang and his wife and children are among them, and the older men and women accept the way they live. But the young boys finally grew up, and they were young men of strong flesh and blood, and they were extremely dissatisfied with life. There was anger among them. Later, when they were fully adults and married, more and more people felt depressed, and the chaotic anger of their youth became deep-rooted, forming an unbearable despair and a deep resistance that could not be expressed in words, for they had worked like cattle and horses all their lives, and all they received was a little leftover to fill their stomachs. One night, Wei Taiqiang listened to this discussion, and he heard for the first time what was going on inside the big wall against which their hut rested.

It was late winter night, when for the first time it was felt that spring might come again. The ground around the tent was still very muddy due to the melting of the snow and ice, and the snow water dripped from the roof of the tent, so everyone looked for the ground to pick up some bricks to sleep on. Although the damp ground was uncomfortable, the night air seemed mild, which made Wei Taiqiang more and more uneasy, and it had become his habit that he could not fall asleep immediately after dinner, so he went out to the side of the street and stood there to kill time.

His father, who used to squat against the wall, was now squatting there with a bowl and drinking porridge, because the child was noisy and noisy, and the tent was too crowded. In one of the old man's hands was the end of a circle made of cloth strap, which Alain had made out of her belt, in which the little girl swayed and walked around without falling. He looked at the little girl every day, and she was now reluctant to hang in her mother's arms while she begged. In addition, if Alain takes the child with her again, and the child makes a fuss about her, she will be too tired to stand it.

Wei Taiqiang watched as the child got up, fell down, and got up again, and the old man held one end of the cloth circle. As he stood like this, he felt the evening breeze soften, and a strong longing for his land welled up in his heart.

"On such days," he said aloud to his father, "it is time to plow the land and plant wheat." ”

"Well," said the old man calmly, "I know what is on your mind. Several times in my life I have had to leave the fields as we did this year, but I also know that there will be no new harvest without seeds in the field. ”

"But you always go back, Daddy."

"There's land there, kid." The old man said briefly.

Yes, they will also go back, if they don't work this year, they will go back next year, Wei Taiqiang thought to himself. As long as they have their own land! Thinking that the land was lying there waiting for him, and there was a lot of spring rain, his heart was full of desire. He walked back to the tent and said to his wife in a rough voice, "If I have anything to sell, I will sell it, and then we will go back to our hometown." Or, if there are no old people, we can walk back. But how could he and this little kid walk hundreds of miles? And you, you're too tired! ”

Alain had been washing her rice bowls with little water, and now she stacked them in a corner of the tent and looked up at him from the squatting ground.

"There's nothing to sell except this little girl." She replied slowly.

Wei Taiqiang took a breath in surprise.

"No, I won't sell the child!" He said loudly.

"I was sold," she replied very slowly, "I was sold to a large family so that my father and mother could go back to their hometown." ”

"So you're going to sell this kid?"

"If I were alone, I'd rather let her die before selling her...... I'm a girl's girl! But a dead child will bring you nothing. For your sake, I can sell this girl so that you can return to your homeland. ”

"Resolutely not sell, even if I stay in this wild place for the rest of my life, I will not sell!" Wei Taiqiang said firmly.

However, when he went out again, the idea of selling the child tempted him to go against his original intentions, and all kinds of contradictory thoughts appeared in his heart. He looked at the little girl, who was swinging in the circle held by her grandfather. She had grown up with the food she was given every day, and although she couldn't speak yet, she was a chubby child who didn't bother much. Her old woman-like lips had turned red and she was smiling. She was always like that, and when he looked at her, she became happy, and smiled slightly.

"If she had never been smiling like that in my arms," he thought, "maybe I would have sold her." ”

Then he thought again of his land, and he cried out excitedly, "Shall I never see my land again?" Even if you work and beg like this, you will only get enough to eat for a day! ”

Then a deep voice came to him from the darkness: "You are not the only one who has such a person. There are thousands, thousands of people in this city just like you. ”

The man walked over and smoked a short bamboo cigarette pouch. This is the father of the family that separates Wei Taiqiang's two shacks. This man is rarely seen during the day, because he sleeps all day during the day and goes out to work at night; He pulls a large cart of heavy goods, which is too big, and other cars come and go during the day, and it is difficult to move on the street. Sometimes Wei Taiqiang saw him staggering home at dawn, exhausted and panting, and his broad shoulders hung down. Wei Taiqiang met him a few times in the morning when he went out to pull the cart, and sometimes, in the dusk before the night work, this man also came out to stand for a while with the person who was about to go back to sleep in the shed.

"So, is it going to go on like this forever?" Wei Taiqiang asked bitterly.

The man spat on the ground. Then he said, "No, it won't go on forever." The rich are rich and rich, and the poor are poor, and there is a way to be poor. Last winter, we sold two girls and survived, and this winter, if my woman is pregnant with a girl, we will sell it again. I left a big girl born to the first child. It is better to sell the others than to let them die, although some would rather let them die as soon as they are born. It's a way to do it when the poor are too poor to do anything about it. There is a way for the rich to be too rich, and if I'm not mistaken, that solution will soon emerge. He nodded, pointing at the wall behind them with his cigarette pouch. Have you seen what's going on inside that wall? ”

Wei Taiqiang shook his head and stared blankly. The man continued, "I went inside and sold one of my maids, and I saw it. If I told you about the money coming in and out, you probably wouldn't believe it. Let me tell you, when people eat, they use silver-inlaid ivory chopsticks to make the girls wear jade and pearl earrings, and even the shoes are decorated with beads, and they are a little dirty, or a little bit of a crack that you and I don't think is a crack at all, and they will throw it away, even the beads on it. The man took a hard drag on his cigarette. Wei Taiqiang listened with his mouth wide open. There's such a thing on the other side of this wall!

"That's one way when the rich are too rich," the man said. He was silent for a moment, and then, as if he hadn't said anything, he said indifferently, "Okay, let's get to work." Then he disappeared into the night.

There was a loud cheer from the audience, but Wei Taiqiang turned away dissatisfied. That being said, you still have to have land. The money and food will run out, but if the weather is not good, there will be another famine. However, he was glad to take the paper that the young man had given him, for he remembered that Alain had not had enough paper to make the soles of his shoes, so he went home and gave them to Alain, and said to her, "These are things for making soles." Then he went back to his old work.

But many of those who spoke to him that night in the tent listened eagerly to the young man's speech. They knew that there lived a rich man on the other side of the wall, and that between them and his wealth, there was only this brick wall, which was really nothing, and that it could be knocked down with a few blows with the thick poles they used to carry things every day.

Thus the grievances of the spring were now added to a new grievance, the discontent of the unjust possession of property which had been widely spread among the shack dwellers by the young man and his companions. They thought about these things every day, talked about them in the twilight, and, above all, their daily toil did not increase their income in the slightest, so that a tide of anger arose in the hearts of the young men, as unstoppable as the flooding waters of spring, a tide of anger that demanded the full realization of strong desires.

Wei Taiqiang, however, was different, and although he had seen this, heard their discussions, and felt their anger with a strange sense of unease, all he wanted was to put his feet back on his land.

Then, in his horror, Wei Taiqiang suddenly discovered that all these arrested people, like him, did not know why they were forcibly arrested like this, and they did not know if they could come back. He hurriedly stuffed the car into a nearby alley and put it down, and ran into the door of the boiling water shop, fearing that the next one would catch him. He crouched behind a large stove of boiling water until the soldiers passed. Then he asked the man in the boiling water shop what he had seen, and the old man, whose face was wrinkled from the heat of the big copper pot all day long, replied indifferently, "There must be another war somewhere." Who knows what this kind of war is fought for? I was like this when I was little, and I will be like this when I die, I know that. ”

"What's next?" Wei Taiqiang asked without breathing, "How much pay and what pay?"