Dashun, Jianghuai Zeye, Yixing City.

The polished bluestone slabs reflect like mirrors in the moonlight, and the dead leaves fall and do not pile up, floating on the ground.

The wind poured from the surface of the river, and then flowed away from the open part of the roof, and poured into the cracks of the door.

As if the weeds had been blown by the wind, they stood upright with twists and turns, and in the earthen embryo room, the dead and silent young man came out with some vitality.

Hungry!

I'm so hungry!

Liang Qu opened his eyes, his eyes were unfocused, and he only felt that his stomach hurt like a knife, and he was curled up on the bed.

"Liang Qu, he is also called Liang Qu? The mother died in childbirth, and the father died of a cold a month ago, what is the standard start? Only one boat, one room ......"

"No, the boat was also robbed, and the leper bullied me for my youth...... Grass, it's disgusting to grow, and the toad is fine? ”

After enduring hunger and digesting the redundant memory fragments, Liang Qu looked in a trance.

Jianghuai Zeye, feeding thousands of fishermen, actually became one of the small fishermen?

Yellowing sewage, piercing sirens, burning nasal mucous membranes, and huge bright spots cast by a flashlight on the water.

Not a dream.

I really drowned in order to save people......

Yes, I worked overtime until midnight to catch up with the manuscript overnight, how could I still have the energy to save people, slam the water, and dress clearly.

"It's a pity that I don't have children, otherwise I will add points to the entire college entrance examination and win at the starting line."

Liang Qu collapsed on the bed, and he felt the tiredness rising from the deepest part of his heart, as if the traces of autumn leaves had fallen in the past twenty years, which did not exist.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Life is really meaningless.

Grunt.

Well, it still makes sense, it's also too special to be hungry.

Hunger drove Liang Qu to survive, and he cured his myopia with a high degree, like erasing a layer of mist, and the surroundings were extremely clear, but he could look around, one bed, one stove and one empty tank.

Dead memories strike again.

"Roll on, broom star, I still want to borrow food, my six sons can't eat."

"You know, the autumn tax will ...... soon"

No, get some water first.

The stomach pain stimulated the nerves of the brain at all times, Liang Qu grinned, moved off the bed board, barely supported the loess wall, and staggered to the outside of the house, but he was panting badly after only a few steps, and had to sit on the threshold to rest.

"That's too empty."

Liang Qu broke out in a cold sweat, his palms were weak, he couldn't believe that his body was weak, could it be that he was going to die again just after he came?

The cold fear was like a giant hand grasping his heart.

Anyone who dies once is not afraid of death is false, and people's fear of death is engraved in their genes.

Ratch.

The hub is pressed against the bluestone bricks, making a characteristic sound.

Someone!

His heart almost jumped out of his throat.

"Leave it alone, go around ......"

"Bad luck, don't get caught up in the starving ghosts..."

He couldn't hear what the coachmen were talking about, only the sound of the wheels in the distance.

The words came to his mouth and swallowed back, the darkness of the street was endless, Liang Qu only felt a coldness in his heart, and the blood all over his body was gradually getting colder.

He wanted to find a well, but he didn't have the strength to take a step.

"Ah Shui, why are you sitting here?"

Ah Shui, who? I?

In a blink of an eye, a swarthy man was standing beside him, and Liang Qu blurted out: "Uncle Chen? ”

Memory told him that the man in front of him was called Chen Qingjiang and was his neighbor.

By the way, I'm Ah Shui.

The names of the two worlds are the same, just because the word canal carries water, the villagers call it Ah Shui.

Liang Qu was smooth, and the scene just now made him too lazy to ask for anything, so he said hesitantly: "I'm tired of walking, sit down and rest, what about Uncle Chen?" ”

"Just got back from selling fish in town."

"In town?"

"Yes, these days the fish fat is not worried, I must go to the town, I will suffer a lot for the fishing pen, I didn't rent its boat, I want to sell it to whomever I want to sell to, but you are so dignified, what are you doing at the door to rest, not afraid of the wind and cold?"

Chen Qingjiang got closer curiously, and was shocked when he saw the withered appearance.

How so?

In a frightening moment, he suddenly remembered that Liang Qu had no father, and he was afraid that the family had already run out of food, so he subconsciously touched it into his arms, but then hesitated.

There was a piece of baked bread there, and it was he who walked more than ten miles to bring the fish to the city and earned an extra eight cents before he bought it for his little son, who was crying so much.

It's dark, and the bread is not cold in my arms, and I want to give it to others in the blink of an eye, and it's fake to say that I don't feel sorry.

"Daddy, why doesn't Brother Shui play with me?"

"Because Brother Shui's father is gone, I don't have time to play with you."

"Why are you leaving?"

“......”

Chen Shun is Chen Qingjiang's eldest son, only six years old, and he likes to play with Liang Qu on weekdays.

Chen Qingjiang thought that when he was in his teens, Liang Qu was as old as his own children, and he also liked to play with himself, and in a trance, there seemed to be overlapping figures.

Ay......

Chen Qingjiang took out the baked cake from his arms and opened the oil paper bag.

"Ah Shui, eat quickly."

"Uncle Chen! This? ”

Liang Qu's throat was shocking, he thought it was a dead end, but in a blink of an eye, there was life, he wanted to say something, but the rich wheat fragrance was really tempting, and it caused him to take it by himself with trembling hands.

Blood spilled from his chapped lips, and the smell of rust mixed with the smell of wheat and grease stuffed into his mouth.

The little saliva left was squeezed out, stirred the baked cakes, and went into the stomach, Liang Qu swallowed a few mouthfuls, and when he had the strength, he hurriedly thanked him.

"Eat, hurry home after eating, don't dangle at the door."

"Hmm......"

Chen Qingjiang dusted off his trouser leg and got up to leave, but his mood was a little heavier.

Wouldn't it be harder to wait for winter now? Do you want to discuss with Adi and even a few catties of grain? But Erbao has only seen a doctor a while ago, can it be even?

Straw sandals rubbed against the dirt road, drifting away.

"Whew, it's so fragrant!"

Liang Qu finished eating the last bite of bread, looked at Chen Qingjiang's back, and failed to shout.

In recent years, there has been no disaster, and one stone of rice is about 1,000 wen.

Uncle Chen's family has five mouths, one old, two young and one wife, and one season is less than four stone rice, a total of thirty-three wen a day is enough for rice grain.

Fishing in spring and autumn fishing, raising in summer and fighting in winter, and in autumn Uncle Chen's income is roughly eighty wen a day, which sounds okay, but it is far from enough.

Cloth, salt, and vegetables all cost money, and the fishing tax is more than the agricultural tax, in addition to all kinds of miscellaneous expenses, not to mention, the berthing fee on the port costs two yuan a day, and even four yuan in the flood season, and the income is even sharpened in winter, and if there is a disease during the period......

Even if it is a piece of baked cake, I am afraid that Chen Qingjiang finally squeezed it out and brought it to the child, but now it has become his life.

It's really a tribulation to see the truth.

The night sky is full of stars and sparkles.

How can a small town in the haze have such a beautiful scenery, because of this, it reminds us all the time - this is a completely different world.

Liang Qu leaned against the wall, loneliness came like a tide, now he couldn't fish, he didn't have any source of livelihood.

He couldn't think of how he could live, how could he brazenly shout words to repay his kindness.

As for selling it for money with modern technology...... It's also hard.

A cursory glance at the empty streets reveals that many dwellings have stepped horse-head gables, typically with walls higher than eaves.

It shows that the productivity of the current era has developed to a certain extent, which is enough for the masonry structure to replace the ancient slab structure, and the eaves no longer need to extend out to protect the rain and retaining the wall, and finally become a volcanic wall structure with a wall higher than the eaves in order to prevent the spread of fire.

It can popularize the brick and stone structure, and the productivity of Dashun is at least equivalent to that of the Ming and Qing dynasties in the previous life.

The original body is the bottom of the bottom, and he hasn't seen much good things, but Liang Qu knows that sugar, refined salt, horseshoe, steelmaking, and soap basically have nothing to do with him.

Moreover, this world is not simple, and in my memory, there is a fierce man in the town next door, who can punch through the granite that is tall and human, and he is definitely not very human.

But it's useless to have a relationship.

Why did the ancients love men? Looking at the boat that was robbed, you can know that there is no strong labor in the family, and people can really be bullied to death.

The ships are like this, and they have to pay back the cash they have saved?

In ancient times, it was difficult for orphans to survive, and if they were not sold, they would just wait for death.

Damn, how is it a fisherman who starts the game, or a fisherman who was robbed of the boat, it's better to change to a farmer!

Hard, hard, hard!

At this moment, a long breath ran through Liang Qu's mind, and countless memories rolled, like eating a whole bag of mints in summer, which was so cool.

Rely on it, what's the situation?

Liang Qu was at a loss.

Fortunately, I felt that it came and went quickly, and when the strangeness in my mind gradually stopped, it was as if the clouds had dispersed and I saw the blue sky again.

A peculiarly shaped tripod emerged in the sea of knowledge, and the endless mysterious patterns were intertwined, making it dumbfounded.

Its name - Zeding!