Receiving the news that the above was going to be forcibly conscripted, Erlang also handed a letter to the Ninth Uncle Ancestor before leaving. The Ninth Uncle Ancestor is still powerful. Otherwise, the village would not be desolate.

Along the way, the faces of the people were haggard and lifeless. After all, there is no hope at home. Without the pillars of the family, life is definitely not very good. went to the barracks, and whether to die or not is secondary. Those who went to the conscription later, not to mention whether they came back, did not have any money. Forcibly taking people to war, there is no return.

Erlang looked dish-faced, so he went to the house to have a look first.

The door key to the house has been changed. Maybe a little bit of your own caution. Repair the house well, and make a big difference. The walls are still there, and the houses inside are dilapidated and dirty.

Mo Lanshi was at the door to accept the soles of his shoes, and when he saw Erlang, he instantly burst into tears and shouted: "Erlang! ”

Erlang held Mo Lan's hand and said, "Mother, I'm back." ”

Mo Lanshi cried loudly: "You can be regarded as back, there has been no news for so many years. You said you were leaving for the north, and there was not a letter left. You don't know how hard my mother has been over the years. My son! ”

As he spoke, the group followed in.

The main house is now occupied by Mo Tieshu and Mo Lan, and they also sleep with their two granddaughters at night. Da Lang sleeps in one room alone. Lan Yuan'er ran away with the people when Mo Dalang lost the gamble and sold the house in the town. I don't know where it went.

Da Lang's legs were a little lame, and he sat on the stool, his hands were up, his head was lowered, and he was curled up, and he didn't know how to say hello.

Mo Tieshu, who was in the field, also received the news and saw the carriage enter the village, and after a while, the news of Mo Erlang's return came, and Mo Tieshu carried a hoe and hurriedly went home. Over the years, Mo Tieshu regretted it. I have to value Mo Dalang, but Mo Dalang is useless.

Mo Dalang, who is not useful, is still pitted. will not give birth to a son, so he pulled Mo Saburo to give birth to a son to him. Mo Dalang was unlucky, both children were daughters. It also hurt the Huang family to know and killed Mo Sanlang's life. Later, he got involved in gambling, which bankrupted his family, and he could only eat meat for half a year. It's too pit!

Mo Tieshu has long regretted leaving Mo Dalang for retirement. If you leave the second and third children behind, it is better than Mo Dalang.

Thinking of Mo Erlang, Mo Tieshu's feet moved faster.

Pingping looks at this is obviously his own home, but it's very unfamiliar, there is a little vague memory, and now he looks at a different home.

Lan Niang took out the things she brought back, instructed her subordinates to start cooking, turned around and took pastries and snacks, and went to the village to invite relatives and friends to eat.

There are not many people invited, only the village chief's family, the patriarch's family, and the close Uncle Banzi, as well as the pockmarks and dogs who work with them, as well as the pigs and fish of the next generation. The stone came on its own initiative.

The dragging family and the mouth all came together, and there were six tables full.

Women surrounded Lan Niang to ask about their lives over the years, and Lan Niang also asked how they had been doing over the years.

Xin: "We went to the mountains and reported death. My God, the conscripts are coming, and they can't give the money to the top of the quota. At first glance, it is sent to death. It scared the hell out of me. The people in the next few villages are all smoking, and the families are very bleak. The board didn't dare to go down the mountain, for fear of being reported by the next door. In the past ten years, our mother has thought about the board and went into the mountains to live. I don't dare to live long. ”

The village chief's wife: "Not really! It's still Uncle Nine. Our Mo family organized to go into the mountains to hunt, and reported that they had encountered a herd of wild boars, and they were dead and wounded. Those who stayed at home and pretended to be wounded, and the third conscription was also reported dead. ”