Yun Feng hurriedly helped Ban Fu up: "Miss, everything is fine, it's just Uncle Ban's hands." ”

At this time, Ban Fu's hands were dark, and there were already maggots surging in them, and he was afraid that they were rotten.

Ban Fu looked at his hands: "Uncle, it's useless to forgive Ban Fu, there may be no way to do things for the Han family in the future." ”

He looked at Uncle Zhao who came with him, and said embarrassedly: "There is only one grass house in the house to accommodate dogs, I'm afraid my class is ......."

Yun Feng dragged Ban Fu up, and saw that the man in front of him, who was more than one meter eight, was easily lifted, and Zhao Zhutou's eyes behind him were full of brilliance.

"Uncle Ban, don't talk too much, I'll accompany you to find a medical center to heal your hands first, even if you can't keep this hand, you must keep your life, right?" Yun Feng looked at Ban Fu in front of him almost without love, so he continued: "At the very least, you have to see how miserable the person who harmed you like this will be in the future." ”

It seems that this sentence gave Ban Fu a little fighting spirit.

"yes, I'm going to see what happens to this ungrateful fellow." Ban Fu gritted his teeth and persevered, trying to get up.

Yun Feng said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital." ”

Zhao Zhutou saw that Ban Fu also came out, and said to Yun Feng: "Yun Feng's virtuous nephew, if it's okay, I'll leave first, the yamen is very busy." ”

Yun Feng arched his hand: "Thank you, Uncle Zhao." ”

Zhao Zhutou said: "It's easy to say." ”

A few people also left the Xiangzhou prison.

It's a very easy thing to do.

After bidding farewell to Zhao Zhutou, Yun Feng took a few people to the nearby He Family Medical Center, and under the personal reception of Dr. He, he drank hemp boiling powder. Move the saw and cut off your hands directly.

These hands are completely useless.

How much pain he suffered in the prison, Ban Fu did not reveal a word.

Just looking at his anxious expression as soon as he came out of the infirmary, he knew how deep the hatred was in his heart.

There weren't many words along the way, Ban Fu just kept his head down and hurried desperately.

Xiao Taohong and Han Wenyuan followed behind, looking at Ban Fu's hands, there was still some horror in their eyes.

……

Ban Fu's home is located on East Street in the north of the city, which is already considered the most marginal area of the city, and is inhabited by refugees from the city.

So when Yun Feng arrived here, he still couldn't believe that this was Xiangzhou City.

Walk through the yamen of the prefect of Xiangzhou and go north, and turn east when you are about to reach the city gate, which is this slum.

Ten rooms and nine are desolate, and the walls are still there, as if you can recall that this place was once glorious, and there was once a huge building complex.

But now it is a ruin, and it is simply laid on the ruins with straw, and it is a family, and the people who live in it do not even have a place to cook.

Yun Feng watched as two women who looked like beggars were cooking on the improvised stove at the door.

"What the hell is going on here." Yun Feng whispered to himself.

Several people were silent, and after a long time, Han Wenyuan whispered: "Uncle, two years ago, the Jin people went south, and the Xiangzhou army went to Zhushan to rescue, and an army broke the north gate of Xiangzhou and looted half of the city, until the nearby Guangwu army arrived, and the Jin people were driven out." ”

Without saying much, Yun Feng already understood.

Some people became scapegoats, some people made a fortune, and some people left Xiangzhou and returned to the south of the Yangtze River, but no one took care of the north of Xiangzhou, which was looted, and the poorest people in Xiangzhou occupied the magpie's nest, and gradually became the current appearance of Dongjie.

"Ugh." Yun Feng sighed, but there was nothing he could do.

"Uncle Ban, where is your home?" Yun Feng asked.

Ban Fu looked at the old street, which was already in ruins, and pointed to the direction at the end of the road: "That's my house." ”

Looking in the direction he pointed, among the rubble, in the smoke of the cooking, in the mess of defecation underground, a stove one size larger than the others was burning, and a child of about fifteen or sixteen years old was standing beside the stove, kneading the dough with difficulty.

The young man has a round face, horizontal eyebrows, big eyes, a little honest, but a little slender, and it looks like he hasn't eaten for a long time.

The neighbors on the side watched the boy cook, but no one said a word.

Just silently watched.

Yun Feng looked at the young man from a distance, looking at Ban Fu's focused eyes.

Holding back not to disturb the young man, Yun Feng just watched silently.

The people next to them cooked, a little bit of rice bran, a whole bowl of wild vegetables and tree roots, this may be their meal at night.

But no one envied the whitish dough of the boy in the distance.

There were even small whispering voices.

"Mother, Brother Xiaolou is leaving, we still have straw mats at home."

"They are all hard-working people, no one can take care of others, if my mother leaves, I will have to wrap myself in that straw mat."

"Mother, Brother Xiaolou needs it more, if my mother leaves, I'll make up another one for you."

The mother and son were chatting at home, and Yun Feng seemed to be cold for a second when he heard the blood.

The same city, the south of the city Xiangzhou has beautiful scenery, and the street vendors and rich families abound, everyone is talking about going to the north to make a lot of money, it is really a good style on the Canglang River, but the mother and son in the north of the city are discussing whether the straw mat wrapped in the body after death can be lent to others.

Ban Fu looked at his son and whispered: "This is the custom of our people in the north of the city, if you encounter a hurdle that you can't get over, eat a good meal first." ”

"Then fight for this life, come clean, and leave full."

Listening to Ban Fu's words, Yun Feng already knew that this Ban Fu was already like ashes.

Now if his son is looking for someone to work hard, Lao Tzu lacks his hands, and there will be no way to live in the future.

The boy in the distance seemed to be concentrating on kneading the dough, as if he was making a nice bowl of noodles.

Yun Feng took out his treasured bamboo tube from his sleeve and ordered several other people to wait in place, and then walked over to the young man step by step.

The young man didn't care about Yun Feng's arrival at first, until Yun Feng walked to the side and watched him make noodles.

The boy finally couldn't help but ask, "Have you eaten it?" If you haven't eaten it, try my noodles. My dad is a cook, so he wants me to be a cook and cook for others, this is the first time I have cooked, and I want to cook for others. ”

Yun Feng found a stone next to him and sat down, watched the young man make noodles, and waited until the dough was kneaded and cut with a thin iron sheet.

Then he said, "Serve me half a bowl, it just so happens that I haven't eaten dinner yet." ”

The young man raised his head and looked at Yun Feng for a long time, and finally said loudly as if he was learning the voice of the young man in the hotel: "A guest officer, half a bowl of noodles with a knife, come right away!" ”

A handful of wide noodles are put into the pot, the pot is piping hot, and the bottom of the pot is floating with a little wild vegetables, and it is dotted with two small river shrimp the size of fingernails.