At about nine o'clock in the evening, Oi Village was completely noisy.

The sky above the village was filled with the sound of dogs barking, pigs barking, chickens flying and dogs jumping.

All the animals were so restless that they wanted to call together.

From time to time, the cattle would let out several screams in succession, and the shouting was heartbreaking, which already showed that the white knives were in and the red knives were out, and their owners slaughtered them indiscriminately.

The cries of old people, women, and children, the sound of messy footsteps, and the anxious sound of reminding them not to leave something behind, came from the sky above one house after another, one after another.

It was in such a chaotic situation that some old people, especially individual old men, who usually did not wilt or speak, but at this moment they said loudly:

"Let's go, the conscription can't be on my head, I'm past my age, I'll guard the ancestral tomb, the ancestral hall, and the family's one-third of an acre. When there is a certainty, I will send you a letter, and then I will come home again, I can't be without a home. ”

Some old people are not guarding, but: "You go, my body can't escape far, it will affect you." ”

When they said this, the filial sons and daughters wept even more happily as if they were parting from life and death.

Song Lizheng really thinks about it, don't look at him older than a few people here.

He didn't stop it, because in his opinion, the truth that should be said had been finished, and he had repeated everything Song Fusheng said to everyone, and if there was nothing to say, no one could go door to door to persuade him.

Song Lizheng only turned around and said loudly to his son, which could be regarded as saying to those old people, hoping that they would shake their minds and fight for it as the last time:

"Eldest son, I have to go with you, how many acres of land my family has, I can't do anything if I guard it.

Still guarding the ancestral hall? I'm so old, and no one in the stinky ancestral hall will know about it when I die.

Even if I'm not in good health and throw me halfway down, you can dig a pit for me and collect my body.

No matter what, when the whole family is together, you can see your children and grandchildren when you raise your eyes, and if I stay here alone, I have to scratch my heart and worry. ”

He was very touched and felt that such a father was a good father, and he didn't want to cause trouble for his children.

And Song Lizheng's words also played a role, although some old people continued to stalk their necks, some old people hesitated.

Just when some people in the village were still arguing about who would go and who would not go, they were shocked to find that Song Fusheng's three mule carts had already taken the lead out of the yard.

And behind Song Fusheng's house, followed by the outsiders who came many years ago, the famous Yin Shi family in the village, the family of Gao Tu, this family is more generous than the mule cart in front, it is three ox carts.

Song Fusheng and Si Zhuang drove the first mule cart, and when they saw Song Lizheng far away, they shouted: "Grandpa, let's go." ”

"Let's go!"

Song Lizheng waved his hand, and the doors of Lizheng's house immediately opened.

Two ox carts driven by two sons, and two carts pushed out by five grandsons, also appeared in front of the group.

I only felt a hula, and the Li Zheng family also followed.

Everyone looked more anxious, urging, shouting, and some people shouted: No matter how urgent you are, you have to go and collect the grain, and you can't throw it in the ground.

A bold man said that his mother was out of the way, and she was confiscated and had no life, no food or drink on the road, and no life, so she grabbed it first, and it was a big deal to hide in the mountains.

A sentence of being able to hide in the mountains, many people in the village suddenly seemed to have expectations in their hearts, so that more and more men ran out of their homes, carrying hoes on their shoulders, and running into the ground with the wind under their feet.

When these people arrived, they were shocked to find again that Song Fusheng and his group did not drive away directly, but were on the ground one by one, and the sickle had already been thrown away.

And the children of those families all got out of the car to break the corn cob, and they didn't lift their heads.

The women of those families, regardless of whether they would show their flesh or not, ran back and forth in the fields to deliver it to the car.

The point is, they are not harvesting land that belongs to those families.

On the side of the road, the mule and ox cart stopped, and it was really a stick that broke whatever piece of land was in the picture.

These people look at it, come on, they are the same, and they are looking for their own land.

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At half past ten o'clock in the evening, first three, five, and then ten, twenty or so, more and more people poured into the field, and their eyes were bloodshot and rushed to collect it.

At this time, Song Fusheng and the others were finished.

Song Fusheng looked back at his three mule carts, as well as his brother-in-law's two trolleys, and found that they couldn't be stacked, and there should be no place to sit for Lao Tzu and his children.

He brushed the sweat and mud from his face: "Let's go!" ”

Although people die for money, birds die for food, but they are almost enough to eat on the road, or the same sentence, who knows what will happen in the next moment, you have to live first.

In front of the mule car, Song Fuling first pushed Qian Mishou's ass to climb into the car, and then held Grandma Ma's arm to let her go up, turned back to find her mother, Qian Peiying waved her hand: "You go up, you can't sit down, I'll walk with your father for a while." ”

"Then I'll go too."

"Obedient, Poria Cocos!"

Ma sat down and shouted: "Second brother, let Jinbao come up." ”

Song Lao Er glanced at it and didn't let it, because the first mule cart was sitting in the mother, as well as the nephew of the younger brother and sister, and the daughter of the third brother, a bunch of things brought by the third brother's family and everyone's luggage and clothes, plus a handlebar type, the pile was full of Dengdeng, just a mule pulled these, and he was worried about overturning.

But he really feels sorry for his son, after all, he has been looking forward to it for so many years, and he only got this kid after giving birth to two girls, so he glanced at the second car, and got it, just one glance and knew that it was no play.

The second cart pulled the wheat that had been dried some time ago, the family's annual grain and the brother-in-law's family's grain, plus the cured meat and fur that the brother-in-law had hunted before, and the second mule was even more tired.

As for the third station, Song Lao Er didn't worry about it at all, because it was stacked with corn that had just been broken. There is also the old son of my brother-in-law's family, I have to let people get in the car, so old, I have to sit on the third platform.

Song Lao Er and his brother-in-law worked together to pull up the trolley, and they used manpower to pull the big sauce jars, pickle pots and pans, and two buckets full of water.

He told Song Jinbao: "Go with your father, be honest, if you make trouble with your father and beat you again, you will talk about it when you are tired." ”

At this time, Boss Song and his two sons also set up a trolley, which was a mess of oilcloths and clothes.

Boss Song urged Song Fusheng: "No need for you, you and your younger siblings will drive the mule." ”

Song Fusheng also thought that the life was light and could sit, but he wouldn't.

Don't be blind in the dark, he will rush to the ditch again: "I let my brother-in-law's family Huzi catch up, and I happen to take care of him in a car, big brother, give it to me quickly, let my two nephews rest for a while, and we will change hands with each other." ”

"No, third child, you're not the one who does this rough work, listen to the eldest brother."

In this way, the group humbly carried torches for each other and went on the road, and most of them had to walk on their legs.

The mighty procession is like a winding stream.