If you want to eat, you have to train these esports players, which is a contradictory process.

Some people don't understand the difficulty of running an esports business, which is another process of playing together.

If these people don't play e-sports, maybe they will never understand that an e-sports company will have such cute female e-sports players, and some iron-blooded men, who rely on e-sports and He Boge and Dan Wei Taiqiang to develop by e-sports.

These people, after becoming professional e-sports masters, have finally touched a little bit of the doorway.

The old man, who was too old to hope for anything, was not interested in anything but his pot, and replied casually: "No one is paid, but two dried steamed buns a day, drink the water from the pond, and when you get to the place, if you can still walk, you will go home." ”

After some bargaining, the farmer agreed to sell it for half the price he had bought locally. But when Wei Taiqiang saw the ox, he suddenly felt that the gold was nothing, and he handed the gold to the farmer and watched the farmer unload the ox from the yoke. He took the reins of the bull's nose and led the ox away, and his heart was full of excitement to get it.

When they arrived 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 consternation passed, Wei Taiqiang 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.

In the evening, Wei Taiqiang stood at the door of his house and watched his field, his own field, 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. It was peach and willow trees, the pink buds of which were bright and ready to bloom, and the willows had stretched their tender green leaves. From the fields that were quietly waiting to be cultivated, a silvery white mist rose like moonlight, lingering among the trees.

For a long time at first, Wei Taiqiang didn't want to see anyone, he just wanted to stay alone on his own land. He did not go to any of the houses in the village, and he was angry with those who had survived the famine of the winter when they came to him.

"Which of you took my door? Who took my hoe and rake? Who burned my roof as firewood? He yelled at them.

They shook their heads, full of good-natured sincerity. This one said, "That's what your uncle did." And he said, "No, in this unfortunate time of hunger and war, where there are bandits and thieves everywhere, how can it be said that this man and that man have stolen something?" Hunger turns everyone into a thief. ”

At this time, a neighbor surnamed Qin staggered out of his house to see Wei Taiqiang, and he said: "There is a gang of bandits living in your house all winter, and they have robbed both the village and the city. Legend has it that your uncle knows these people better than the average honest man. But at times like these, who knows what's true? I don't dare to say who is bad. ”

Although this person surnamed Qin was not yet forty-five years old, his hair was already thin, and all of them were white, he was so thin that he was skinny and bone-like, and his whole person was like a shadow. Wei Taiqiang looked at him for a while, and then suddenly asked in a sympathetic tone, "You are worse off than us." What do you eat? ”

The man sighed and said in a low voice, "What haven't I eaten?" We ate garbage from the streets, like dogs. We've begged for food in the city, and we've eaten dead dogs. Once, before my woman died, she made a kind of broth, and I didn't dare to ask what kind of meat it was, I only knew that she didn't have the guts to kill anything, and if we ate meat, it must have been found by her. Then she died, and she was too weak for me to hold on. When she died, I gave my daughter to a soldier because I couldn't watch her starve to death. He choked up and couldn't speak. After a while he continued, "If I had a little grain, I would have planted more, but I don't have a seed." ”

"Come here!" Wei Taiqiang shouted in a gruff voice, then grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house. He asked the man to lift up his shabby cloak and pour some of the seeds he had brought back from the south. He gave him a little wheat seed, rice seed, and vegetable seed, and said to him, "To-morrow I will come and plow the land for you with my good oxen." ”

Qin couldn't help but cry loudly, and Wei Taiqiang also wiped his eyes, as if he was angry, and shouted, "Do you think I forgot that you gave me a few handfuls of beans?" But Qin couldn't answer. He cried and walked away, and he kept crying all the way.

Wei Taiqiang found out that his uncle no longer lived in the village, which was a happy news for him. No one knows where he went. Some say he went to a city, others say he lived far away with his wife and children. But his home in the village was gone. Wei Taiqiang was very angry to hear that those girls had been sold, and that the good-looking eldest daughter had been sold by him for the highest price he could sell, and even the youngest pock-faced girl had been sold by him to a soldier who was passing by on his way to the battlefield for a few copper coins.

Wei Taiqiang began to work on the land in a down-to-earth manner, and he even took it into the time to go home to eat and sleep. He prefers to take the pancake roll and green onions to the field, and stand there eating and thinking about the plan: "Here I have to plant black-eyed beans, and here I have to make a seedbed for rice seedlings." "If he was too tired from the day's work, he lay down and slept in the ditch, his flesh sticking to his own land, and feeling warm.

Alain 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 Wei Taiqiang, 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. At last they went to the incense and candle shop and bought a god of wealth to hang above the table in the hall, and bought two white forged candles, a white forged incense burner, and two red candles made of butter, thick and long, with a thin reed stalk in the middle as a wick.

Because of these things, Wei Taiqiang thought of the two minor gods in the Land Temple, and on the way home, he walked over to look at them. They looked very pitiful, their facial features had been washed away by the rain, and their bodies were bare with mud tires and tattered paper clothes clinging to them. In such a terrible year, no one would worship them, Wei Taiqiang looked at them coldly and contemptuously, and then exclaimed as if he were a punished child: "This is God's retribution for the evil done to man!" ”

Wei Taiqiang's home was clean again, the white candles were shining, the burning candles glowed red, the teapot and bowl were on the table, the bed was in place, the bedding was laid on it, the hole in the bedroom had been pasted with new paper, and the new door panel had been installed on the wooden door frame. However, at this time, Wei Taiqiang was afraid of his happiness. Alain was pregnant with another child; His children played in the doorway like brown puppets; His old father sat and snooze against the south wall, smiling as he slept; The rice seedlings in his fields grew as green as jade, and the beans broke through the ground and sprouted. The gold he had left, if he had saved a little, would have enough for them to eat until the harvest season. Wei Taiqiang looked at the blue sky overhead and the white clouds drifting by, and felt that the land he cultivated was like his own flesh. He hoped that the wind and rain would be good, so he reluctantly whispered, "I must burn a few incense sticks in front of the two gods in the small temple, after all, they are the ones who rule the land." ”

On the night of the sixteenth, when Wei Taiqiang was sleeping with his wife, he felt a hard lump the size of a fist in her chest. He said to her, "What is the lump in you?" ”

He put his hand on the object and found that it was a cloth bag, and although it was hard inside, it moved when touched. At first she tried to avoid him, but when he grabbed the bag to take it off, she gave in and said to him, "This, if you must see it, then look at it." She took the rope from her neck and untied it, and handed it to him.

The thing was wrapped in a piece of cloth, and Wei Taiqiang tore the cloth open. Suddenly, a pile of jewels fell into his hand, and he stared blankly, never dreaming that he could accumulate so many pearls together, some of which were red like watermelon pulp, some were wheat yellow, some were green like young leaves in spring, and some were crystal clear like mountain springs. Wei Taiqiang couldn't name the jewels because he had never heard of the names of the jewels and had never seen piles of jewels in his life. But he held the jewels in his hard brown hands, and from the brilliance with which they glittered in the half-dark room, he knew he was holding riches. He held them motionless, intoxicated by their colors and shapes, speechless for a moment, and then he looked at what he was holding with his woman. Finally, he held his breath and whispered to her, "Where did you come from...... Where did it come from? ……”

She replied softly, "From the rich man's house." This must be a jewel for a favored concubine. I saw a brick loose on the wall, and I quietly walked there pretending not to care, so as not to let others see it and give a share. I took the bricks away, found these shiny things, and put them in my sleeve. ”

"How do you know?" He asked in a low voice, his tone full of appreciation. She replied with a smile on her lips that never showed in her eyes, "You think I haven't lived in a rich man's house?" The rich are always afraid. One famine year, I saw thieves burst through the gate of the old rich man's house. The concubines and the old lady themselves ran around, and everyone who had a little treasure stuffed the treasure into some secret place that had been found. So I know what it means for a brick to come loose. ”

Then they fell silent again, staring at the jewels. After a long while, Wei Taiqiang took a breath and said firmly, "We can't keep these jewels like this. What is sold and turned into insurance must be turned into land, because only land is the safest. If anyone had known about it, we would have died the next day, and a robber would have taken all the jewels. These jewels must be transformed into land at once, or I won't be able to sleep well tonight. ”

As he spoke, he wrapped the jewel in the cloth again, tied it firmly with a rope, and then opened his garment and stuffed it into his bosom. That's when he caught a chance glimpse of her face. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed, her heavy face showing a slight look of nostalgia, her lips open, and she couldn't help but lean her face over.

"Well, what's wrong?" He asked, amazed at her expression.

"You're going to sell them all?" She asked in a whisper in a hoarse voice.

"Why not?" Surprised, he replied, "Why do we keep such jewels in an earthen house?" ”

"I wish I had kept two for myself," she said, with a hopeless sadness in her tone, as if she had nothing to count on, for Mr. Wei was a little as agitated as his children were when they asked him to buy toys or candy.

"What for!" He exclaimed in amazement.

"If I could keep two," she humbly continued, "it would be fine to keep only two small or even two small white pearls......

"Pearl!" He repeated, bewildered.

"I'll keep them and I won't wear them," she said, "just keep them." Her lowered eyes turned slightly at the open thread on the mattress, waiting patiently like someone who hardly expected an answer.

At this time, although Wei Taiqiang did not understand, he began to ponder the thoughts of this stupid and faithful woman: she had never been paid for her work all her life, she had seen others wear jewelry in the homes of the rich, and her own hands had not even touched them.

"Sometimes I can hold them in my hands." She added that it seemed as if she was speaking to herself.

Wei Taiqiang was touched by something he couldn't understand, so he took out the cloth bag from his arms, opened the wrapped jewelry, and silently handed it to her. She searched among the dazzling jewels, her hard brown hands carefully tossing them around until she found two smooth white pearls. She took out these two, then put the others on and handed them back to Wei Taiqiang. She took the two pearls, tore a small piece of cloth from the corner of her coat, and wrapped them in her bosom, and she was greatly comforted.

But Wei Taiqiang looked at her in amazement, he only knew a little about it, so that day and the days that followed, he often stopped to stare at her, and said to himself: "It seems that my woman still hides those two pearls in her bosom." But he never saw her take out the pearls to look at them, and they never spoke of them again.

Hesitant to be undecided.