After getting a definite answer, the psychology of the Song Jiu clan and the others remained:

It's really moved from the urine to the.

"Huh?" Patriarch Ren stepped forward and was just about to ask, when he saw the group of people on the other side of the river, calling to each other very calmly and supporting their companions: "Let's go, go home for a meeting first." Milk? You watch your step, don't fall, don't get out, don't get out, huh? ”

Patriarch Ren turned around and looked at the people in Renjia Village, as well as the Ren Gongxin family who rushed forward and dragged the official to inquire endlessly.

I usually don't compare, and I can't feel the difference.

This contrast can be seen.

The people in the village cursed God at this time and cried and howled, and many men still asked their parents what to do.

In addition, the babies of the younger generation dragged their fathers and cried: "Let the uncle go, the father is not allowed to go." There is a foolish and filial piety of the father, so he squatted down on the spot and hugged his head, and only sighed deeply: "Alas." ”

"Dad, you can't listen to grandma anymore."

Then there were many families at the entrance of the ancestral hall, and there was infighting.

Immediately, there was a beating of the child, scolding your father who would go if he didn't go?

"Why did my father go, grandma is partial to your big house on weekdays, and good things can't fall on our three rooms, and I think of our house when I conscript."

"You little girl, you can't afford to lose money about the affairs of the family. When your father and brother are requisitioned, they will sell them for you in exchange for food. ”

"Sister-in-law, what are you talking about!" The man's eyes were red, and he looked at his father and mother and cried: "If I leave, will I sell it to my family?" ”

In short, there are all kinds of human tragedies at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

If something goes wrong, don't think of a way first, first infighting the problem of parental eccentricity.

Patriarch Ren frowned tightly, and his heart was blocked.

"Daddy?"

Patriarch Ren waved his hand and told his sons not to say anything, and they didn't need to say anything.

He planned to learn from the group on the other side of the river, "The old three sets of cars, let's go out of the village and ask." I am a good person, I am still a showman, can I exempt our family's quota, use food to pay for it, go away, and think of a way. ”

His third son immediately answered happily.

Does crying and swearing work?

The members of the Song Nine Clan have the most right to speak: it's useless, it's useless to scold the flowers.

Or they can escape the famine.

Their hearts have long been ground out of a thick cocoon by life, and they have long been tempered.

So on the way across the bridge, the group on the other side of the river was thinking about what to do next.

In the conference room, everyone gathered.

Song Fugui raised his hand to speak, "Grandpa, Brother Fusheng, I thought of a trick, I don't know whether to say it or not." ”

"You speak."

"Please, we have someone above us."

Ask whom?

Gao Tietou grabbed the words, "Third uncle, ask the little general, capture the thief and capture the king first." ”

Da Lang and a few of their boys immediately agreed: That's right, the third uncle once taught that only by catching the leader can you get twice the result with half the effort.

Everyone nodded their heads, yes, that's right.

Although on weekdays, we always keep in mind that we must live our own lives, so that we can not ask for people without asking for help, and do not go out and pretend to know the little general, but now we have reached a dangerous moment of fate, and we really need the little general to pull it.

"The little general was able to let us get a big red card at the beginning, and he couldn't help us if he wasn't familiar with us at that time, and he can't just ignore it now, right?"

"The little general is such a good and good person, I think he can manage it."

"The little general has eaten with us, and his third sister and eldest mother have opened a shop together. The little general is very rare for our Mi Shou, he takes one step at a time, this kind of should be regarded as a deep relationship between us and him, right? ”

"If the little general wants to take care of it, although more than a dozen of our families are in trouble, and we have to help dozens of boys not to be conscripted in one go, but when we get to him, is it just a matter of one sentence?"

The high butcher hugged Mi Shou, pleading with a face, but he didn't say it yet.

Mi Shou patted the rough big hand of the high butcher with his little hand, and interrupted: "Grandpa Gao, let my uncle send me into the city, as long as I can see the little general's brother, I beg." I kowtow to him, I grew up to work hard for him, but I don't know if he can agree. ”

Qian Peiying hurriedly snatched the child from the arms of the high butcher.

Our baby is only five years old, so don't burden the child's psychology anymore. With such a small baby, how can you say all the words of your life? I know that I owe someone a lot of affection, and I have to pay back my life. The mind must be heavy.

"Mi Shou."

"Auntie?" Mi Shou was in Qian Peiying's arms, his eyes were red, and he held back hard, clenched his fists tightly and desperately reminded himself:

When there is a meeting, you can't cry, and if you cry, you should be sent back, and you can't hear what your uncle is talking about.

But why can't I help it?

Is my uncle going to block the tower with his life like my father? Why is he only five years old, how good it would be if he was fifteen, my uncle wouldn't have to go.

Grandpa Song looked anxious: "Fusheng, when it's time to beg him, open your mouth to make three points, and if you can't do it, it's enough." ”

Song Fusheng said to Grandpa and everyone: "I will beg, but everyone should not be too optimistic." ”

Don't be too optimistic, it was his daughter who reminded him.

When Song Fuling was crossing the bridge, she once analyzed with his father:

"That guy on the land side, we talked about it.

He gave me the feeling that the education he received when he was a child was very positive, and there were a lot of things in his head.

His family and his father are working the front line, they are both generals, and they are proud of wearing military uniforms.

He is also full of thoughts to go to the front line, eager to wrap his body for reunification and the future of the country and the people, and serve the country loyally.

You beg him to say that he doesn't want to be a soldier? Just want to live your own little life? It's easy to backfire.

Not only did they not agree to your plea, but the good feelings they had before were easily lost.

So, Dad, we have to have a second set of plans, and prepare them with both hands. ”

When Song Fusheng was about to say his daughter's second plan, Mrs. Ma interjected:

"San'er, you go and ask the little general first, after all, he is the biggest official among the people we know.

But if he can't do it, I'll go to Miss Xu and ask her to beg the third lady.

The third lady is the grandmother of Qi Mansion, and Qi Mansion is also a big high gate.

Then if the third lady still doesn't work, I'll go to find the two officials who have eaten in our store. I know where they're on duty.

Although we are only face-saving with people, I will talk to them and we will cooperate. If we want money, we will find all the ways to pay for food, and all of our current food can be handed over. ”

Everyone agreed: "Yes, yes, all food and money will be given, as long as there is no conscription." ”

Song Fusheng thought about it and nodded, the old lady had the idea of using her own brain.

Then he declared:

"We have to prepare with both hands, if all of the above requests have not succeeded, then the second plan is: I will tell the little general that our nine clans have been requisitioned and want to go to the team managed by the little general."

Guys: Well, isn't it? Fighting under the hands of familiar generals is always a hundred sets better than going to the hands of unfamiliar generals, and there will be no such thing as letting us be cannon fodder without saying anything.

Song Fusheng continued: "When I went into the city to ask for help, everyone also studied and studied, if I really couldn't avoid being conscripted, then which strong laborer in the family had a good brain and good bones, and there was a high possibility of surviving on the battlefield." Don't prevaricate and scramble for this kind of thing, and calmly think about which one can live. ”

Grandpa Song slapped the table: "If you really don't win, let's pick up the covers, and then escape from the famine!" ”