Wei Taiqiang, the e-sports tycoon of the Xuanwu Kingdom, has invested in some e-sports Internet cafes and e-sports training schools in both the Sunshine State and the Tudou State of the Lighthouse Country.

Wei Taiqiang's competitors Tu Tuqiao, Cao Jiao and that Luo Xian, they also invested in some similar projects, and they didn't want to see that Wei Taiqiang make a lot of money in the Lighthouse Country.

Therefore, the e-sports tycoons Tu Tuqiao and Cao Jiao of the Xuanwu Kingdom, they also invested in many e-sports players, and they joined forces with that Yun Mengjie to acquire many e-sports Internet cafes and e-sports training schools in that lighthouse country, and these e-sports Internet cafes employ a lot of employees.

In these esports Internet cafes, those who love esports, they train day and night.

In the sleep of these esports players, it is also the moment when these esports players win in esports competitions.

It was a day after autumn, and some of the lads at the grain store were idle at noon, and he was very angry when he heard what was happening in the grain store, and when he went home through his field, he said to himself: "Well, none of those guys in the city have an inch of land, but everyone can giggle at me like a goose, and this is only because I am illiterate." At this time, he gradually lost his temper, and said in his heart: "I can't read, and I can't write, and it does make me a little ashamed." I can't let my eldest son go to the ground anymore, he should go to the school in the city. In the future, when I go to the grain market, he will read and write accounts for me, and no one will laugh at me like this anymore. ”

The old man and the children settled down at the foot of the long gray wall of a house, and let the woman watch over them, and went to buy mats himself. As he walked, he inquired where Market Street was. At first he had a hard time understanding what people were saying to him, and the esports players spoke with a high-pitched and crisp voice. Several times when he asked others and they didn't understand, they got impatient, so he learned to observe what kind of people to ask in order to choose a kind person, because these esports players are impatient and lose their temper easily.

But he finally found the mat shop on the edge of the city, and he put the big money on the counter as if he knew the price, carried it and left. When he returned to the place where the family had stayed, they all stood there waiting for him. When the children saw him, they cried out with relief; He could see that they were filled with fear in this strange place. Only the old man watched all kinds of things happily and in amazement, and he whispered to Tu Tuqiao: "Look at these e-sports players, how fat they have grown, how white and tender their skin is. They must have eaten meat every day. ”

But none of the passers-by looked at Tu Tuqiao and his family. On the gravel road leading to the city, people come and go, busy with their own business, never glancing at the beggars next to them. Every once in a while, a convoy of donkeys passed by, their little hooves rattling on the stone path, carrying on their backs a basket of bricks for building a house, or a large bag of grain. The donkey driver rode on the last donkey of the carapace, holding a long whip and shouting and throwing a trumpet whip on the donkey's back. When the donkey passed the Tutu Bridge, everyone cast a contemptuous and haughty gaze at him; They were dressed in rough overalls, and when they walked past the small group of men standing by the roadside with surprised expressions, they looked even more proud than the prince. This is a special pleasure for donkey drivers. They thought Tutuqiao and his family were very strange, so they flung their whips as they walked past them, and the crisp sound of the whip pierced the air made them jump, and the donkey drivers laughed when they were so frightened. After two or three times, Tutuqiao got annoyed, and he left the side of the road to find a place where they could build a shack.

Behind them, some other people's huts had been erected, but no one knew what was inside the wall, and there was no way to know. The gray wall stretched long and was built so high that the small hut against the base of the wall looked like a dog with fleas. Tu Tuqiao carefully observed the shacks that had been built, and then began to fiddle with his mats back and forth in one way and another, but the mats made of reed moose were hard and difficult to shape, and he was disappointed.

At this time, Cao Wangrong suddenly said, "I will do it." I did it as a kid and remember. ”

She put her daughter on the ground, picked up the mat and pulled it so and so on, and then made a round roof that hung down to the ground, tall enough for people to sit under without touching their heads. On the edge of the mat that hung to the ground, she put the bricks she had thrown nearby and pressed them, and then asked the boy to pick up some bricks. When the hut was set up, they went inside and spread the unused mat she had left on the floor. Then they sat down, and they had a place to stay.

They sat like this, looking at each other, as if they did not believe that they had left their homes and places only the day before, and were now more than a hundred miles away.

At this time, they felt the abundance of the region, and not even a single person here seemed to have enough to eat. So when Tu Tuqiao said, "Let's go out and find the porridge shed," they stood up almost happily. Once again, they walked out.

This time, the boy tapped the rice bowl with chopsticks as he walked, because the bowl would be filled with food immediately. They soon discovered why the huts were leaning against the long wall, for there was a street not far from the north end of the wall, and there were many people walking on the street, holding empty containers such as bowls, pots, and cans, and walking towards the porridge hut for the poor, which was set up at the end of the street, not far from the wall. So Tu Tuqiao and his family blended into the crowd and came to two large sheds made of mats, and each of them squeezed towards the opening side of the shed. He inquired as he went, for it was a crowded street, with vendors walking around with baskets, women shopping at the market, horse-drawn carts and many rickshaws like those he had. The streets were so crowded that it was impossible to run with the car, so he pulled the car as fast as he could, but he always felt that the car behind him was beating awkwardly. He was accustomed to carrying things, but he was not used to pulling carts, so before he could see the wall of the Confucius Temple, his arms hurt and his hands were blistered, because the handlebars and hoes were not sharpened in the same place.

When he arrived at the gate of the Confucius Temple, Tu Tuqiao lowered the car bar, and after the old gentleman came out, he touched it in his arms, took out a small silver dollar and gave it to Tu Tuqiao, and said to him: "I have always given so much money, and it is useless to complain." With that, he turned around and walked towards the temple.

Tu Tuqiao didn't think to complain at all, because he had never seen this kind of silver dollar, and he didn't know how much money he could exchange for. He walked to a nearby rice shop where he could exchange money, and the shop gave him twenty-six large sums of money, which made Tu Tuqiao surprised at how easy it was to make money in the Xuanwu Kingdom. But another rickshaw driver, who was standing nearby, leaned over and said to him as he counted the money, "Twenty-six, how far did you pull that old man?" After Tu Tuqiao told him, the man shouted, "What a door-slamming old man!" He only gives you half of what you deserve. How much did you start asking him? ”

"I didn't ask for a price," Tu Tuqiao said, "and he said 'come here,' and I went." ”

The man looked sympathetically at Tutu Bridge.

"What a country idiot, with braids!" He shouted to the people standing around him. "Some people say let him come and he will go, this fool of fools, their temper is like quicklime, but if they say 'come,' you can pass, and you can trust them, because they are fools, they don't know the proper price for anything, they only spend the foreign money in their pockets like running water." The people around him laughed when they heard this.

Tu Tuqiao did not speak. Indeed, he felt that he was inferior and ignorant among the people of the city, so he pulled his car away without saying a word.

"Anyway, this money is enough for my children to eat tomorrow." He thought stubbornly in his heart. But then he remembered that he had to pay for the car at night, and now it wasn't even half the rental.

He brought in another guest that morning, this time with whom he bargained and negotiated the price. In the afternoon, two more people asked him to pull the cart. But by the evening he had counted all the money he had, and only a large sum had been paid for the rickshaw. He walked back to his hut in great pain, and said to himself that he had earned only a great fortune by doing a day of hard work than harvesting in the field. At this time, his thoughts of the land poured into his heart like a flood. He had not thought of his land once during this strange day, but now, thinking of his land lying in a distant place waiting for him of his own land, his heart could not be at peace. He thought about it and went back to his shack.

When he returned to the shack, he found that Cao Wangrong had forty small yuan a day, almost enough for five big yuan, and there was something to eat everywhere in this city. On the stone-paved street of the fish market, rows of large baskets filled with large silver-white fish, caught at night in the deep river; Some of the pots contained small fish with shiny scales, which were fished from the pond with nets; Piles of yellow crabs, wriggling in angry terror, clamping each other with their forefeet; There's also the wriggling eel, which is a delicacy for gourmets. In the grain market, there are large grain hoards, so big that a man can go in and bury himself, and those who do not see it will never know; There are also all kinds of grains, white rice, brown-red, dark yellow and light golden wheat, yellow soybeans, red beans, green broad beans, bright yellow millet and gray sesame seeds, and so on. In the meat market, the whole pig is hooked around the neck and hanged, and the belly is split open, revealing the red meat and fat of the pig, and the skin is soft, thick and white. On the roof of the duck shop and in the house, rows of brown roast duck were hung everywhere, which they slowly roasted with iron skewers on a charcoal fire, and in addition to the roast duck, there were also white salted ducks and strings of duck gizzard and duck liver. In the shops that sell geese, pheasants and poultry of all kinds, it is also a scene of abundance.

People bake pastries all day for esports moguls' feasts, and kids work from dawn until late at night, covered in grease, sleeping on rough straw mats, and the next day wobbly and go back to the fireside, but they get very little money, not even enough to buy a good pastry they make for someone else. Men and women painstakingly cut thick furs for the winter and light furs for the spring, cut thick brocades, and made them into luxurious gowns for those who enjoyed the abundance of food in the market, but they themselves could only pull a little rough blue creco

When they got home, they found that the door panels had been removed, the roof was gone, the hoes and rakes left in the house were gone, and the only thing left was a few bare trusses and earthen walls, and even the earthen walls had been damaged by the late winter snow and spring rains. But after the initial shock passed, Tu Tuqiao felt that none of this was a big deal. He went to the city and bought a good plough made of hardwood, two hoes, and two rakes, and some mats for the roof—for he would not have grass for the roof until his new harvest came down.

At night, Tu Tuqiao stood at the door of his house and watched his field, his own, which had been frozen in winter and now lay loose and vibrant, just right for farming. It was the middle of spring, and the frogs were whining lazily in the shallow pond. The bamboo in the corner swayed gently in the soft evening breeze, and in the twilight he could dimly see the clusters of trees on the edge of the field nearby. The willow tree has also stretched out its tender green leaves. From the fields that were quietly waiting to be cultivated, a silvery white mist rose like moonlight, lingering among the trees.

Cao Wangrong refused to be idle at home. With her own hands, she fastened the mat firmly to the trusses of the roof; And he took the earth out of the field, and used water and mud to mend the walls of the house; She rebuilt a pot stove and filled in the hollows where the rain had washed out of the ground.

One day, she went to the city with Tu Tuqiao, bought a table, six stools, a large iron pot, and for enjoyment, bought a red clay pot engraved with black flowers and six matching tea bowls. I bought two white forged candlesticks, a white forged incense burner, and two godly red candles, the red candles were made of butter, thick and long, and a thin reed stalk was worn in the middle to make a wick.

For a long time at first, he ignored her and headed straight down the street, bewildered and bewildered, feeling the need to think about what he had just heard. He walked into a small teahouse and asked for a pot of tea. When the runner put the tea neatly in front of him, grabbing the big money he paid and throwing it around, he was already in deep thought. The more he thought about it, the more terrible the decline of the big family became: from his grandfather's life to his father's life to his own, the rich family, which had always been a powerful and famous family in the city, was now in decay and dilapidation.

"It's the result of them leaving the field." He thought with some regret. Then he thought of his two sons, who were growing like bamboo in spring. He made up his mind that from this day on, they would no longer be allowed to play in the sun, and that they would be allowed to work in the fields, and from an early age they would remember the ground under their feet and know that it was not easy to eat with the hoe in their hands.