"I was born in the spring of the forty-second year of Wanli, and in the summer of the seventh year of Chongzhen, I was just thirteen years old and less than two months old.

I will never forget what happened that summer; If it is said in the words of some old people, I met a noble person in the midst of a great calamity, and it was only when I turned evil into good fortune that my life changed. ”

Under a very old locust tree at the head of the village, Li Siping, who was already gray-haired, opened a mouth with only a few teeth left.

To the juniors and dolls around him, he muttered so much.

Even if there is something about the above and the next things, he has said it countless times in his mouth, and these people in front of him have heard it countless times.

But as always, as long as it is Li Siping, who is respected as the fourth grandfather in the village, after talking about these contents, the people of Lijia Village will come around, and they will never get tired of hearing it.

Even this year, according to Tatar, it has been the thirty-ninth year of Kang Mazi.

That happened more than 60 years ago, but everything that happened in that summer, with so many years going on.

Not only has it not been transformed, but it has become a legend in everyone's private word of mouth.

After listening to these stories, some of the young people in the village would always stay awake at night, using an adjective from the modern plane, that is:

The pillow knife fell asleep, hating not to be born sixty years early......

In the story that Li Siping has told countless times, the content is like this:

I remember it clearly, that year we harvested the crops in the field, and I heard that the Tartars broke through the customs from Datong Town and Xuanhua Town, and plundered everywhere.

They are like locusts, as long as they see all the people after crossing the border are taken away, everything is looted, the slightest resistance and scolding, and they kill people mercilessly.

In their eyes, human life is as worthless as weeds on the side of the road.

What did the old and young people in Lijia Village do at that time? I can only stay at home, begging God to let the Tartars not come; As the old saying goes, if a good person leaves his hometown, he just runs to other places to take refuge, how do we ordinary people live?

As a result, it was useless to ask God, and on the hottest dog days of early July, the army of Tartars still appeared.

They rode on tall horses, and at once opened the earthen fence in the village, and at that time, my mother saw that the situation was wrong, and stuffed the youngest in the family into a small cellar that had long been abandoned.

Before putting on the plank, my mother told me that no matter what I heard, I must not be able to come out.

I listened to my mother's words and survived.

No matter how chaotic it was outside, some people cried and some screamed that they never came out, and the Tartars did not find the mouth of the cellar that was blocked by wheat straw.

After a day and a night, I was hungry and thirsty, and I couldn't stand it anymore, so I secretly lifted the plank from the inside and climbed out.

As soon as I came out, I was scared and sat on the ground.

Why? You say that the Tartars rob things, then rob things, then they kill people.

The village is full of dead people, I looked at it at a glance, my father, my mother, my eldest brother Daping, my second brother Erping, the sister-in-law with a big belly next door, and the fifty-year-old child Master Li.

And many people in the village were killed, and their bodies were littered everywhere.

Before leaving, the village had been burned to almost a white ground by the Tartars, and when I came out, many places were still smoking.

I'm not afraid of your jokes, how old was I then, just a half-sized kid?

At that time, I sat on the ground in fright and cried, and after my voice was hoarse, I thought about drinking a few sips of water, and then digging a pit and burying my father and mother and my two brothers.

At this time, there were seven or eight more people in the village, all of whom had escaped from the Tartars.

After hearing my cry, he crawled out of the hiding place, but at this time, how could the big guys have the heart to talk to each other.

They all cried and worked hard to bury their families first.

And then together, they buried the rest of the people as well.

When I got up from the ground, I first walked to a well in the village, which was the one that the old stone was now in front of his house, and now it was dead, and wanted to get some water to drink.

When I arrived at the place, I saw that it was full of corpses that were soaked and swollen......

When he said this, Li Siping was already talking, and he skillfully rolled a trumpet paper cigarette in his hand.

After two or three puffs after igniting it, he coughed violently.

Saying! If Yang Dongli and the others saw such a scene, they would definitely be able to find that the old man's movements and posture of rolling cigarettes and smoking were very similar to their commanders who were fighting on the street.

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Under the light of a bright moonlight, everything in the countryside is so quiet; Even the naughty children were attracted by Li Siping's story.

There was no talk or noise, and they all plunged their thoughts into that extremely difficult year.

Only in the surrounding position, the cries of those crickets, the coughing and eloquent voice of an old man, kept ringing under the big locust tree:

After digging three large pits outside the village, not to mention finding a thin coffin, there is not even a finished straw mat to be found in the village, which has long been burned to the ground.

I had no choice but to bury my father and two brothers like this.

Father and mother are buried together, which can be regarded as a joint burial.

After doing this, I lost the lake with a hoe, and my family was gone, my home was gone, and the last bite of food was snatched away by the tartars.

Next, I don't know what to do.

The remaining 8 people in Lijia Village gathered under the old locust tree and began to discuss, what should be done in the future?

Maybe it's to go to the Loess Fort to see if you can find a little work there and stutter there.

But I heard that the gates of the city had long been closed and no one was allowed to enter.

At this time, a man riding a tall horse appeared, and the man was wearing a tattered mandarin duck battle jacket, which was a familiar dress of the Ming border army.

After he stopped at the head of the village, he shouted in a loud voice:

"My name is Zhao Fugui, I was originally a night in Suiyudun, but this time I saved my life from the hands of the Tartars by hiding in Suiyudun.

But my father and mother who farmed in Jingweitun were killed by Tartars like chickens and ducks.

wives and children were all taken away; Now, like a big animal, along with the little belongings in our house, we are being driven out of the gate by the Tartars.

Looking at the appearance of you people, it must be similar to me Zhao Fugui.

The hatred of parents, the hatred of breaking the family, what should I do?

The last bite of grain at home was either snatched away by the Tartars, or burned clean by them, and there will be such a long time to harvest grain next year, how should everyone live?

Tell you, don't think about Wang Chengguan and Zhou Baihu, those old men who are hiding in Loess Fort now.

When they saw the Tartars, they were almost scared to pee their pants, and they would only hide behind the walls of the Loess Fort and be afraid, and not a single soldier would be sent out; Not to mention avenging us, saving our families and snatching them home.

But Brother Hu Biao said that since we can't rely on God and those officials, then we have to rely on ourselves.

All of them are old men with handles, instead of crying here, can they cry to death? It's better to fight with the Tartars, kill all the Tartars, save the family, and grab the food.

Horizontal and vertical are a death, if you drag a Tartar to the eighteen layers of hell before you die, it will be happy.

I'm not afraid to frighten you, just two days ago.

Brother Hu Biao, led the Dunzhong brothers, as well as our 32 soldiers, resisted the repeated attacks of the Tartar army, killing and wounding at least more than 300 Tartars.

Now all the brave men will go to Suifengdun to report to Brother Hu Biao.

Brother Hu Biao also said that now the good wine and meat in his hand are gone, but the flesh and blood of the Tartar is enough, and if there is enough to plant, he will find it, and he will take you to gnaw on a large mouthful of the flesh and blood of the Tartar. ”

After saying that, the soldier didn't speak, and the horse ran towards the Majiagou direction marker farther away.

But at that time, everything was different in my heart.

I felt an indescribable pride, which rose directly from my lower abdomen and rushed directly to the heavenly spirit cover, giving me strength all over my body.

It's also strange to say that the hot and dry weather that had not had a trace of wind for several days suddenly blew a strong wind.

When I looked up at the sky, I could see that in a gust of wind, the colorless clouds were already drifting in the sky.

This is in the middle of the flatland, and the storm is rising......

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