Chapter 10: The Gang of Human Traffickers

There is a tree in the center of Qingnian Road in Wuling City, a hundred-year-old peach tree.

On 2 October 2000, a young woman lifted a 4-year-old boy out of the back seat of her bicycle and said to the boy: "Want Wang, you wait for your mother under this tree, and your mother will go to the toilet and come back immediately." ”

The little boy sat on the stone railing under the tree and said, "Okay. ”

Ten minutes later, the young woman returned, but the little boy was gone. The young woman, with a pale face, stood under the tree and asked passers-by, and half an hour later, panicked family members arrived, called the police, and took the child's picture to the nearby intersection, station and pier to inquire. During the investigation, the police learned that the little boy had been taken away by a woman, and when the young woman heard the news, she collapsed on the ground, and the crowd of onlookers helped her up, and some well-wishers suggested that she write a missing person notice and post it on the street. After a while, the young woman took off her shirt in full view of everyone, bit her fingers, wrote a missing person notice on her clothes with her own blood, and hung it on a tree.

There were more and more onlookers, and the woman wearing only a bra finally burst into tears. She sat on the ground like a madman, clenched her fists, and let out a hoarse cry, and the heart-rending pain changed her voice, and the words she uttered were all the more poignant and horrific, enough to bring every mother to tears:

"My son is lost, oops, what should I say, God, it's gone, it was abducted by a woman, and people say they saw it. I'll kowtow to people, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, please. Oops, it's windy, it's cold, and my son is still wearing a little jacket. Wangwang, where are you, I can hear your voice, you cry, you laugh, call my mother. My son, taken away by human traffickers. Human traffickers, I spit on them, human traffickers who deserve a thousand knives to go to hell. A woman, stealing other people's children, I skin you, pump your tendons, drink your blood, chop off your fingers, you really damn it! Damn it! Damn it! That's the meat that fell off my body, he's only 4 years old. No, no, no, I said the wrong thing, you are merciful and merciful, give me back my child, okay? I couldn't live without him. You are also a woman, hugging other people's children, do you still have a conscience? If you want to sell my child for money, I am willing to pay ten times the money, a hundred times the money, to buy my child back. Tell me, where is my Want Want, I am willing to climb on the ground, I want to crawl to the child. I am willing to sell the house, take out a loan, and give you all the money, just ask you not to hurt the child, and don't ask for the child's organs. Please, you wicked woman, you will go to hell, hell......"

The next day, she stood under the tree again, looking sluggish, as if she had aged ten years overnight. For several days, passers-by saw a woman talking to herself to a tree, like a pale, sluggish, eerie ghost. Sometimes, when a man pushing a flatbed cart of walnut cake walked in front of her, she would let out a series of vicious curses, but because of her hoarse voice, no one could hear what she was saying—she had gone mad.

Half a month later, in the square of the Hwaseong Railway Station, an old beggar led a little boy with an iron chain to beg, the little boy rolled up his trouser legs, three shocking sores on his legs, and flies buzzed around him.

Half a month ago, this little boy was still in kindergarten, and all he had to do was sing a few songs, memorize a few numbers, and tell a simple story. Like all children, he has a little face like an apple and a voice like a bird, digs a hole in the ground with a small shovel, and when he finds an earthworm, he happily runs to tell his mother, chatters, excitedly says something into his mother's ear that no one understands, and then all he does is fall asleep on the couch with a teddy bear in his arms. When he woke up, he didn't want to eat, even though he was only 4 years old, he would raise his little face and say seriously, Mom, I haven't eaten ice cream for more than ten years. He has his little train, he has airplanes and an army, he rules all the stars in the sky and all the flowers on the earth, that is to say, happiness and joy.

When a child and a dog become one, and move in front of you at the same time, and the neck that should be wearing a necklace is tied with an iron chain, and his eye sockets are sunken, his gaze has changed from frightened to dull, he does not speak, he no longer laughs, he does not even dare to cry, he just kneels and begs; When this yellow-skinned, skinny, dusty, tattered, unkempt child suddenly appears in your sight – even in the sun, what this child tells us is that darkness exists.

A child kneeling on the ground states the sins of all mankind.

According to the Ministry of Public Security, in 2004, 1,975 cases of child abduction and trafficking were cracked, and 3,488 children were rescued. This is just the data on solving the case, it is the tip of the iceberg, and there is much more that is not known under the sea. There is nothing more cruel in the world than a mother losing her child. Traffickers abduct and sell one child, which is equivalent to destroying three or four families, how many parents who have lost their children have gone insane since then, and how many grandparents and grandparents have never been sick since then?

China punishes fixed-term imprisonment of not less than five years but not more than ten years for the crime of abducting and trafficking in women and children, and Bai Baoshan, the main culprit in the No. 1 criminal investigation case, was sentenced to four years in prison for stealing several pieces of clothing; Ma Qingxiu was sentenced to three years in prison with a five-year suspended sentence for the crime of having a huge amount of property from an unknown source, and the amount involved in Ma Qingxiu's case amounted to 9.31 million yuan (the maximum sentence for the crime of a huge amount of property from unknown sources is five years).

We can't help but wonder if the balance of the current law is tilted.

Are the two ends of the scale, sometimes too light, sometimes too heavy?

Not only that, but we have to ask every pair of bare feet, why are there no shoes? It only takes a closer look through the ragged hole to reveal a world of suffering.

We should face up to this, because that's what we made ourselves.

That trafficker, that woman is Guli.

After Kuban was imprisoned, Guli wandered around with Balang. She wanted to work, but she couldn't find one, and she wanted to go to the prison to see Kuban, but she dismissed this idea because she was also involved in drug trafficking and bank theft. In the days of displacement, she missed the grape trellises and cotton fields in her hometown, and missed the ordinary life in the past. Eventually, she felt cornered, and the femme fatale sold her son to a peasant family in Shanxi.

At that time, when Guli took the money and walked under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, she let out a fart, she giggled, laughed and cried again.

She returned to the house, and the honest buyer, the farmer with a few walls, asked her why she had returned. She said: "I can't bear the child, I will say a few more words to the child." She took Balang in her arms and whispered in his ear: "Ten days later, you sneaked out of his house, and I will wait for you under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, and I will pick you up again, remember?" ”

Barang nodded knowingly.

She had only played this trick three times. The second time, she sold Balang to Guizhou, and when she fled with Balang a few days later, a whole village chased her with torches. The third time, she sold Balang to an old man in Hwaseong named Apar, who begged for a living.

Here is a brief explanation, in Huacheng, Shenzhen and other developed cities, there are a large number of professional beggars, taking Shenzhen, Shanghai hotel bus station near the beggars as an example, several from Henan called Huazi as long as they see the traffic light turn red, will shout: "The light is red, hurry up!" If you want to, the lights will be gone as soon as they are green! "They kept begging for money from the cars waiting at the red light, and each of them earned about 70 yuan a day, 2,000 yuan a month. This number is very tempting for farmers, so people are constantly joining this group, some families come out to beg together, and even a whole village of villagers begging in groups.

Apar was a professional beggar.

At first, he carried a wooden stick and a broken tea jar, walked the streets and alleys, and earned very little. Later, he brought a disabled child from his hometown, a baby girl with crooked eyes and drooling, and sat at the door of the kindergarten every day. The entrance of the kindergarten is indeed the best place to beg, and it is easy for parents who pick up and drop off their children to turn their love for their children into sympathy for this "grandfather and grandson".

In 1999, the year the chrysanthemum dollar coin was issued, Apar went to the bank every month to exchange two boxes of coins. A box of one dollar, brand new and shiny, with a chrysanthemum on every coin; A box of five cents, yellow and shining, radiating a gold-like glow.

In April 2000, his cash cow, a sick baby, died. In late September, Guli sold Balang to him for 4,000 yuan, and he was disappointed that Balang was too healthy and a little old, and he offered Guli a high price for a child under the age of four. On October 6, Guli brought a crying child.

In Apar's residence, in a rented house in the Tianhe district of Hwaseong, he had this conversation with Gu Li:

Apar shook his head and said, "I can't take this child." ”

Guli asked, "Why?" ”

"He is so cleanly dressed, look, this clothes, this shoes, this arms and hands are too tender, where did you steal them?" The child's parents are not looking for madness, they will find me, they will beat me to death. ”

Guli made a gesture of breaking something with both hands: "You can cripple him." ”

Apar said, "You can't do anything that is unconscionable." ”

Gu Li said, "Your heart is not bad. ”

"Unless you sell it cheaply," Apar said. ”

Guli said, "You say a price." ”

Apar said: "4000, for the sake of the face of the fellows. ”

Guli said: "Deal, give money." ”

Apar said, "What kind of money, let's settle the matter, you take Balang away, and this child stays." Your little Balang, he doesn't go to the street with me to beg for food, it's embarrassing, he even takes a knife, stabs me, plays outside all day long, and comes back to eat when he's hungry, you better take it away. ”

Guli scolded: "Ah Sang die (expletive), I will take Balang away in a few days." ”

That night, when it was raining lightly, Apar sat down at the small round table and drank, and he taught the child to call grandpa, but when the child did not shout, he struck the ground with a stick and said, "I will be your grandfather from now on." ”

When Balang came back humming a song, he grabbed the boiled sheep's trotters on the table and gnawed them, and when he saw a little boy tied to the leg of the bed, he asked, "Who is this?" ”

Apar said: "Buy it, and take him to the street tomorrow." ”

Balang said, "Then I'll put makeup on him first." ”

Baran smeared the oil from his hand on the boy's clothes and poured the ashes on the boy's head, and the boy cried.

"In this way, it's like a little flower child, don't cry." Baran took out a butterfly knife and threatened.

The little boy stepped back in horror.

"What's your name?" Baran stabbed the boy in the stomach with a knife.

"Want Want." The boy replied, almost crying with fright, but he didn't dare.

"Want Want." Baran repeated the name and laughed, "You are a puppy, I will call you a puppy in the future." ”

"Puppy, where are you from?"

The little boy shook his head.

Balang patted his forehead and changed the way he asked, "Where is your home?" ”

The little boy thought for a while: "Building No. 4 of Guanghua Community, Wuling Youth Road. He said it very skillfully, and it seems that his mother usually teaches him a lot.

Apar said: "Dare to say Wuling again-"

The old beggar raised his crutch and made a gesture of beating: "I'll make you jump." ”

"Your mother doesn't want you anymore." Baran said.

The little boy rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and began to cry.

"So what?" Balang shrugged his shoulders and said, "I, Ada, entered the number, and Grandma sold me three times, three times. He held out three fingers to Want Want, and then he shoved a sheep's hoof into Want Want's hand.

"Nibble." Baran ordered.

Every day, Apar took Want Want to the street to beg, and Want Want has completely reduced to a dirty little beggar. Apar also used white glue, red ink, and cotton swabs to make several wounds on Wangwang's legs, these fake rotten sores are very realistic, if you put maggots and smear a little stinky bean curd to attract flies, it can have a more effective effect on begging. Because of frequent crying, Want Wang's eyes are deeply hidden in a shadow and have lost their luster. At first, kneeling in the street, with a panicked look and an uncontrollable fear of everyone, then the 4-year-old got used to it and became numb. Baran sometimes followed Apar to beg, but more often he liked to wander the streets. Children are easily acquainted, just as the light of two stars is the same. Balang sometimes bullied Wangwang and sometimes affectionately called him "little dog brother".

One day, when it was raining lightly, and it was impossible to go out to beg for money, Apar lay down in bed and slept, and the old man always slept deeply. Want Want pulled out a small box from under the bed, which contained some cards, two magnets, and a few small cars that had fallen off the wheels, and he took out a very beautiful plastic figure and said to Balang, "Here you go." ”

"Picked up in the trash." Baran was dismissive.

"Here you go."

"What's so funny about this," said Baran, "there's a lot of fun that you don't know." I'll take you to the ice cellar, it's hot, and there's ice there too. Going to the swimming pool again, we can sneak in and jump off the platform into the water. I'll take you to Sanyuanli to see the bone woman, she's not dead yet, and she's going to the train station to watch people fight. ”

"I miss my mom." Want Want said, raising a pair of big eyes and holding back tears in his eyes. He didn't cry out loud, but let the tears welling up, alas, the little child had learned to be strong and patient.

Baran said, "Oh. ”

After a while, Balang snapped his fingers and seemed to have made an important decision, he said, "Isn't it simple, I'll take you home." ”

The two children walked hand in hand in the rain, the rain drenched their hair, they didn't speak, they just walked and walked out into the streets. Want Want is holding Balang's hand tightly, we can't know what the 4-year-old was thinking along the way, and when he grows up, can he remember who led him out of this nightmare, can he remember the hand he is clutching at the moment? Near a wet market, Baran pulled out a crumpled piece of money and said to the stall owner who sold mutton sandwiches: "Come on two sandwiches, I want to treat you." He said to Wangwang, "Eat it and stuff it in your stomach." After eating, they continued to walk forward, and Balang led Wangwang to the door of the Tangxia Street Police Station in Tianhe District, and Balang asked Wangwang: "Do you remember where your home is?" Want Want nodded. Balang said, "Go in and let the strips wipe your ass, and they will send you home." ”

Baran nudged him and said, "Go, little dog." ”

With that, Baran quickly ran away. He hid on the corner of the street, and secretly saw Wangwang standing at the door of the police station crying loudly, a female policeman came out, squatted down and asked something, and then took Wangwang's little hand and walked into the police station.

Baran left with peace of mind, whistling a song:

You have a garden to plant fruit trees,

You have a son to read,

To teach children to love labor,

Be a strong, good man.

When Guli was discovered stealing a baby, she was beaten to the point of dying, and the victim was afraid that she would die, so he did not send her to the public security bureau, but threw her at the entrance of the hospital.

Many days later, a prostitute appeared on Shikang Street in Sanyuanli, Hwaseong, and she was the oldest and ugliest prostitute on that street. She sat inside the glass door of the hair salon, like quiet air, quietly cultivating enoki mushrooms on her lower body. She doesn't smile because she lost two front teeth, and even during the day, she gives people the breath of the night. The woman, who had not yet contracted syphilis, beckoned to everyone who passed by, and she was especially fond of the elderly, hooking her fingers, flattering her eyes, and even lifting her skirt, but business was still bleak. It didn't take long for her to pay the rent and the protection money collected by the local ruffians, so she had to put on heavy makeup and go out on the streets. This woman yawning while standing under a street lamp can be used as a night view of the city at night, just as the dark clouds are part of the sky.

At the stations, docks, squares, subway passages, and pedestrian bridges in Hwaseong, there is a group of people, whether summer or winter, always lying on the concrete floor, covered with a broken blanket, and their arms are pillows. When he stood up, his head came out of a hole, and the blanket became his clothes.

They also had a hat or a broken teapot to beg.

A little girl who was passing by once had a question about this one winter, and she asked her mother, "Aren't these people cold?" ”

Mom said, "They are beggars. ”

The little girl said, "What is a beggar?" ”

Mom said, "The one who wants food and money is called Hanako." ”

The little girl said, "Why should they be called Hanako?" ”

Mom said, "Because they are poor and have no money." ”

The little girl said, "Why are they poor?" ”

Mom stopped talking and didn't know how to answer.

The little girl said, "Where is their home?" ”

Silent......

No city would ban begging.

A female textile worker who got off the night shift once saw a frightened scene: at the intersection where she went home, there were more than 20 people in black, they were in strange postures, some were lying down and sleeping, some were sitting on the ground and shaking their heads, some were standing and looking at the sky in a daze, some were chanting, some were shouting, all of them were in tattered clothes, and they stinked.

Underneath civilization, beneath the soil of society, there is another world.

A 76-year-old man dressed as a beggar, went undercover and begged for two months, at his own expense of more than 10,000 yuan, to uncover the dark scenes of mutilation and coercion of street children begging. This respectable old man is Cao Dacheng, a retired veteran cadre from Beijing who lives in Shenzhen.

In his investigation notes, it can be seen that beggars have become professionalized, organized, collective, and have underworld overtones, and they gather together according to their place of origin, demarcating the land as boundaries, and if someone violates their territory, then group fights will break out.

Every city has an urban village, with low houses, dilapidated streets, and garbage everywhere, and when you walk in, you will see a few skinny, dirty children banging on a clay pot with a tree branch, and when they leave, the children are still knocking.

Yuexi New Village, Tangxia Village, Huacheng, rents a large number of beggars.

This is a corner that cannot be spurned, where filth gathers and dregs settle, allowing us to jump into this cesspool and into the depths of the souls of these people. All kinds of stenches are mixed together, and in a trance in front of me, I can only see strange dark scenes, some like people, some not in human form. They wrirm in groups, converging into one monster: the beggars.

They are also part of the social order.

When begging is no longer because of poverty but because of laziness, when begging becomes a profession, any logic becomes a mess here, and self-esteem has no place here. There is also some light when they get together, and in the interval between the two deceptions, so many eyes that have never shed tears, flashing with greed and yearning for life. During the day, he put on his own rotten sores to ask for money, and at night he turned into a robber to rob money. Sewage flows in and out, and these able-bodied parasites make their way from their dark nests to the streets of the city. Roundworms can also turn into pythons, devouring more things than we think. There are constantly people who fall into this group, living on the sympathy and pity of others, starting with laziness and ending with ignorance.

Of course, there are also real beggars who are not here to live but to survive, for example, people with disabilities.

The following passage of lotus fall is sung by an old beggar, that is, these words come from the inner world of a beggar.

He was paralyzed and paddled a homemade car with both hands, as if the sea was all around him.

He begs along the streets every day on an allegro.

Here it is, here it is, here it is!

The sun comes out to shine on the Western Wall,

According to my rags.

It's called a flower coat, it's called a flower hat.

It's still the same as last year.

The bamboo board shook the street,

Worship the Three Religions and the Nine Streams.

Bamboo planks hit, come into the street,

A good deal on one street and two roads.

Gold signboard, silver signboard,

These days, I haven't come,

All walks of life are rich.

If you want to worship me, go from house to house,

Worship the God of Wealth and people are not to blame.

There are rules in the family, there is a way to go,

Now the streets are not good to want,

I'll go to the vegetable market first.

Walk and go, walk and go,

I met an old man selling green onions.

Big brother, sell green onions,

You did great service when you were young.

Big brother, you, it's not simple,

I'll compliment you.

Big brother, deaf and blind,

Lived twenty-nine hundred and eighteen.

Say green onions, say green onions,

One white and one green,

Below the beard is messy,

It's like old Jiang leaving Nanjing.

Bring more, sell fast,

Three ditches and two ridges are not enough to sell,

It can sell tens of thousands of dollars a day.

Sold it for a lot of money, built a house,

so that I can marry a daughter-in-law for my eldest son.

Build the east house, another hall,

Set up the incense stand in the middle.

High gatehouse, low ditch,

Sycamores planted outside the wall,

The grandson's path to study is easy to walk,

It must be the Qing official who left his name.

Big brother, how many cents will you give me?

(white), just sold for more than eight yuan, give you five cents.

Bend down to take the money and go,

The eldest sister next to her is selling lotus roots.

Big brother, don't sing, I'm late with my child, and the market hasn't opened yet.

I go out, take care of it,

The eldest sister leads a college student.

If you don't sell for money, don't bother,

Brother advertising to do publicity.

Beijing's, Shanghai's,

Harbin, Yantai,

There is also the return of Macau,

Don't buy someone else buys yours.

The lotus root is white, how easy it is to sell,

If you bring less, you can't sell enough,

Sell dry, sell clean,

Sold for a tael and left,

I can't carry the money I sold,

You rent a tricycle and send it home.

(White) this big brother, I said not to give it to you, you sing well, hey, give you a dime first, let's go!

Walking through one house after another,

When I met my eldest brother, I praised it.

This big brother is not bad,

Selling celery on a foreign cart.

This bike, light at both ends,

You don't ride in the middle of a two-headed ride.

Say celery, say celery,

Stir-fried shredded pork, stir-fried sliced pork,

Visitors are well entertained,

How pleasant it is to eat in the stomach,

Celery, a good dish.

I always called Hanako, and I haven't eaten meat in a few months!

Don't sing, why should I give it to you, celery is cheap, ah, let's go!

Don't worry, brother,

Listen to your brother sing it.

This burden is to be burdened with many burdens,

You're at home and I'm away,

It's hard to go out,

Please bear with me, big brother.

People are more angry than people,

I'm always called Hanako,

Disabled with paralyzed legs,

How can you survive without children and daughters?

No matter how pitiful you sing, I won't give it to you.

Big brother doesn't bother me,

Listen to your brother and I finish singing.

I bent over with my head to the north,

I'm annoyed that I can sing until black.

Don't bother, boss,

I sang on the bamboo board for two years,

Your business is surrounded,

Can't sell a penny and a penny.

Don't give me and don't get angry,

Little vegetable vendor, not easy,

After a year of hard work,

It's this that asks for money, that it costs money,

Everyone who wants it is annoying.

(White) I'm a mother.

That ninety-eight year,

The great water is coming,

flooded eight provinces and nineteen counties,

The people in the disaster area are in difficulty,

Support from all sides,

A soldier is a good man,

Sacrifice your life for the sake of fighting the flood.

Big brother, I see that you are wearing camouflage uniforms, and you must have also served as a soldier, how strong you are.

(White) Hehe, I don't, I sing happily, give you five cents.

Big brother, the heart is straight, the heart is good,

Pick up a gold ingot on the way.

Go fast, go slow,

In the blink of an eye, I came to the cabbage stall.

This cabbage, tender and tender,

Add more urea and more feces.

People's cabbage drooped their heads,

Lady's cabbage is shiny and oily.

This cabbage is really not bad,

It's cheap and sells fast.

This old lady, the old birthday star,

Old birthday star, high age,

Seven sons are in power.

The ruler is the king, and the minister is beheaded,

Conquest on the battlefield for the people.

(White) You are this contemporary Mrs. She.

The more you live, the more spiritual.

I wish you a bamboo plank,

Shoubi Nanshan Ageless Pine,

Four generations in the same house, a filial piety.

(White) obediently, I don't dare to be, just ask for the safety of my children and grandchildren, give you a few cents, and then rush to the door, I am quite pitiful.

Thank you, Auntie, for your kindness,

Thank you for giving me RMB.

Beat up the bamboo plank,

I saw my eldest brother selling bean sprouts.

Stop singing, there's no money.

Big brother, it's unreasonable to worship others and not you.

(White) What are you singing nonsense, I'll beat you.

This boss, tempered,

Selling bean sprouts in a tantrum.

I will not do anything that is lawless.

I promote good documents for the country.

I don't steal, I don't rob,

Always with our party,

What can you do with me.

If you want to give, you give,

Who is afraid of whom in the present world,

There are people in the underworld and the white way.

Hey, you're not simple, around this big circle of people, if I don't want to be unreasonable, I really won't give it to you, go.

Bend down and pick up the money,

Next to the owner sells spinach.

You sell spinach fair scales,

Give me a few cents to miss?

(White) will you give you a dime?

This big brother,

Five cents for you,

A dime more, a dime less,

You know the price of materials is rising.

The public toilet also has to be two cents,

You say, "Do you give a dime less?"

(White) grandma's, this one who asks for food also talks about the price.

Walking and walking, watching and watching,

I heard someone shouting at me.

Where have you been lately, fellow, haven't seen you sing on this episode for a long time?

Yo, I am so happy to see you on the earth, you are busy, you are busy.

A dozen bamboo boards croak,

This sells tofu, a good family.

Plant soybeans, grind soy milk,

Busy every day of the year,

People eat tofu and pigs eat dregs,

You can make a fortune in half a year.

The surname is Zhang, the surname is Wang,

Restaurants are here to buy yours.

(White) get out, sing again and I'll beat you up brother-in-law, I'll give you money, I'll give you a donkey cock.

This shopkeeper is really going to make trouble,

If you don't give money, you have to give dick.

You give a dick, I don't bother,

If you give more dicks, you can sell them for money.

Said that the boss was angry,

Give me a punch and a guy.

I ran fast on my old legs,

I ran to the fish market platform.

Silver carp white, soft-shelled turtle black,

Small shrimp red, grass carp green,

Just say goodbye to Jiang Taigong.

If you want to worship me, you will worship to the end,

Taigong's fishing rod is passed to you.

(White) day, give you five cents, plus one dime.

This one walks and goes, and walks and goes,

Killing pigs and sheep is also a hero.

The knife is white and the knife is red,

You are the best in the peaceful and prosperous world.

With a fair scale in his hand,

Meat buyers, rest assured,

Buy meat and go home to filial piety.

Look at us, China's Olympic bid has been successful,

How many cents do you give me?

He has money, and he asks for it from the mutton sellers.

If you sell mutton well, you will be able to give birth next year.

Kowtow to me, and I'll give it to you.

(White) Phew!

Kneel to the sky, kneel to the ground,

In the high hall of the kneeling parents,

If you want food, you have to have a backbone!

(White) is playing around with you, and you are serious, you are so old, catch it.

(White) If you want to eat, come here, sing about my wine, my shop has just opened, and if you sing well, you will get a piece.

Ask me to sing, and I promise.

This little song is called the Book of Wine.

Listen up, folks.

The wine field is the battlefield,

The amount of alcohol is the guts,

Wine style is style,

The bottle is horizontal.

Deep feelings, a mouthful,

Feelings are shallow, lick it,

Feelings are thin, I can't drink,

Feelings are thick, and I can't drink enough,

Emotional iron, drink chicken blood.

Wine is a thousand glasses of confidants,

Drink as much as you want,

It's just right how much you drink,

It's not good to drink it or not.

Tell me about some leading cadres.

I saw the bottom one bite at a time,

Such cadres love the collective.

Drink half at a time,

Such cadres have to be tempered.

can drink eight taels and drink a catty,

We can rest assured that such cadres are at ease.

can drink a pound and drink eight taels,

I'm sorry for the people, I'm sorry for the party.

Can drink liquor and beer,

Such cadres have to be transferred.

Can drink beer and drinks,

Such cadres cannot be wanted.

Tell me about the ancients.

Du Kang makes wine for sale today,

Li Bai left a wine signboard.

Several people were drunk in Yueyang Tower,

Zhang Fei was drunk and offered his head.

Guan Gong stared drunkenly,

Zhuge Liang was drunk and borrowed the east wind.

Cao Xueqin raised her glass and sighed in the Red Mansion,

Pu Songling chatted and made friends.

Boss, pour me a drink.

(white) after singing, singing.

I can't buy yours yet, pour.