After hearing the explosion, some refugees simply collapsed on the ground and wiped their tears.

Unconvinced, aggrieved.

Soldiers, farmers, industrialists, merchants, and military households, they used to be farmers and had good status, but now they are let them be the lowest people. Maybe they can't even mix with the bottom, and they will go directly where they need to go, and take their lives to fill the city tower and reclaim the sea.

Not to mention these refugees who couldn't think of it, even Song Fusheng had a sad face, and looked back at the notice again.

Thought:

The first is to do the work of forced labor, which in their modern society is not just going to prison.

Get up and go to bed at the end of the day, send food at the end of the day, and when it's over, it's labor reform, work every day, and the money you earn doesn't belong to you, day workers.

Lettering on the face, you can't run away, it's equivalent to a wanted warrant, or the kind that is networked.

Outside, as long as someone sees a word on their face, they don't need to check or ask, they can be arrested if they are caught.

The second type, you look at what is written on it, military households, within a mile, go in and out of the twilight, and know each other's ways of work and rest.

What does it mean, it is to let everyone supervise each other, it is best to move at the door of the house, not to walk around, don't worry about running outside to do small business, don't think about going to other places.

Military households are no better than conscription, which is equivalent to residential surveillance and control in modern society.

Where to go have to report, plant land and vegetables for people, and after planting, part of it must be handed over, and the labor of the family will have to be paid as soon as there is a war.

The most important thing is that after a generation is characterized as a military household, if it does not contribute to the campaign and does not become a small leader, it will not be promoted, and it will be this identity for generations, and the children can only intermarry with the descendants of the military household, and the babies born are still in this identity.

Giving birth to a baby, giving birth to a boy or a girl, to put it mildly, qualitative from birth, what's the use of giving birth? What can you do if you give birth to a few, it's all wasted goods, you can't do anything if you want to study and take the exam, you can't do anything, you are destined to be born to block the tip of the knife, what are you doing with him? Does it allow children to suffer?

Song Fusheng had a toothache after birth, and when he looked back and saw Song Poria Cocos, the toothache was so bad that the green tendons on his brain immediately jumped.

Waving his hand: "Let's go, line up first, study while queuing, let the medical officer feel the pulse first, and get the wooden stick to make porridge." ”

Song Lizheng's group immediately turned the direction of the cart and followed Song Fusheng.

The elderly, women, and children, one counts as one, and none of them cry except sighing, which is much more stable than the refugees before the announcement.

Aren't you aggrieved? Why don't you be wronged, flee all the way to here, that's the result?

I don't know others, but they are really farmers with red roots.

However, it has already been trained.

Sharing weal and woe again and again, and holding summary meetings again and again, deeply taught them: crying, complaining, and scolding the world are the most useless. Again, don't say scolding, no one cares about you even if you're on the edge of the dead road. So line up to feel the pulse and drink porridge, and drinking porridge is the safe way.

If you want to queue up, no one will let you in.

The guide soldier asked, "Did you read the notice?" ”

"Looked."

"Got it?"

"Got it."

Only if you understand can you enter, let's enter.

A trolley pushed up the hillside on both sides of the road with difficulty. The refugee trolleys cannot be parked anywhere, at least not in front of the tents.

Song Lizheng said: "Touch it quickly, is there a baby with a fever?" I hurriedly said, I have a brain awakening pill, feed one first. ”

Tian Xifa replaced Song Fusheng, who had a toothache, and also arranged: "Let's designate two groups to go to feel the pulse and make porridge, and someone has to stay here to watch the car." ”

The boss of the Guo family replied in a loud voice: "Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, brothers, you take them, we can wait." ”

Probably because the voice was a little too loud, I also heard the porridge on the other side, and someone in the team shouted excitedly: "Brother Zi Frame, Brother Zi Frame!" ”

Song Fusheng squinted and looked over, hey, this is an acquaintance, a fellow countryman sees a fellow countryman.

Hurriedly arranged for Tian Xifa to take the big guy to line up first, he had to go to catch up and listen to the news by the way. I didn't see that old friend mixed up to the second step to make porridge, it can be seen that he came earlier than them, and he may be able to understand more.

When he got closer, Song Fusheng clenched his fists: "Brother Zhefa, are you okay?" ”

Wang Zhefa, who used to teach with Song Fusheng, had a stick and a torn cotton jacket at this time, and the stacks of bowls in his hands were all open.

He hid his face with his sleeves, looking insulting.

Qian Peiying asked her daughter: "Why did your father become a son again." ”

"My father's words. Daimyo Song Fusheng, character frame. ”

"What are they talking about there, I don't understand what you say or I say, I can't understand it, it's too good to drag the text."

Song Fuling told her mother in the vernacular: That person seemed to say that he was a scholar who should have made more contributions to society, but now he has been reduced to begging for food, and he has no shame to see Jiangdong's father. When it was over, my father said, "Oh, the environment is like this, and it's not bad for us, you don't need to be ashamed."

Qian Peiying frowned and glared at her daughter, disgusted that her daughter's tone was too brisk: "Poria cocos, why don't you know how to worry, your father is angry when he sees you now." ”

Song Fuling was puzzled: "Why don't I worry, I've been thinking about how to get closer to the discretion." I don't know how many gifts I have to give. ”

At the same time, Song Fusheng was also asking old friends.

Wang Zhe sent a gossip and whispered to Song Fusheng:

I heard that sending more than 100 taels will be discretionary, do you have 100 taels? One hundred taels is either cash silver, or a silver bill that can be exchanged in more than a dozen provinces in Erjing. A lot of people's silver tickets, when they get here, they are useless. This is not exchanged, it is wasted!

Song Fusheng: Him? He didn't, he just wanted to sell foreign wine and cigarettes, and he had to let him into the city first.

"What about you, Brother Zhefa, we two brothers can't serve as conscripts, but, alas, do you just recognize being a military household? Children have been military households for generations, and there will never be a day to turn over. ”

Wang Zhefa showed his yellowed teeth: "How come? I'm not like you, I'm talented. Above Xiucai, entering the city gate is farming. My old son and brother are queuing up in front of the city gate, I'm here," said this, and shook the rice bowl with a gap in his hand:

"Let's make porridge. What was issued to my family was a red card, a red card, a peasant, a white card for a military household, a black card, and a conscription. I, the red card, have already taken it in my hand, and I will wait for the city gate to be released. ”

Song Fusheng's heart ached suddenly, damn!

Licking his face, he asked: "Brother Zhefa, there are not many scholars, if you cherish your talents, is it possible to be reduced to a child?" You came early, did you hear? ”

Without waiting for Song Fusheng to finish speaking, Wang Zhefa interrupted, meaning that you don't dream Song Zijiao.

He learned with his own ears that there was a child, because he was alone when he fled the famine, and the officials decided that he was an unstable person who had no home and no job, and what about returning to the military household? didn't even have that beautiful thing, just carved his face and went to the conscription. Only Xiucai and above can be.

"Brother Zijiao, back then, you, alas, it's a pity."

Song Fusheng doesn't want to get along with Wang Zhe anymore, and he won't play with this person in the future, what should he do, keep sprinkling salt on his wounds, that's what it means, can't it be tactful? I thought: Drink your porridge and ask for your meal, bye-bye!

Song Fusheng finished talking to Qian Peiying and Song Fuling about what he learned.

Qian Peiying: "Alas, why do you say you are so bad at studying." ”

Song Fuling: "Alas, Dad, with my foresight, if we can be a farmer as appropriate, you have to study hard in the future." ”

"I have a toothache, can you say something useful, a hundred taels of silver or something!"

Qian Mishou happened to come over and call them to line up, and listened to it: "Uncle, what silver?" ”