Beast

The bumpy ancient road looked even muddy after a spring rain, and a few scattered small trees made the sky not yet bright. Although it was not bright yet, a father and son were busy in the fields next to the ancient road.

The old scalper plowed the ground slowly, and a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old with disheveled hair yawned while holding the silent old scalper.

"Dad, our few acres of land are almost finished plowing. What are you busy with? You woke up so early and you haven't woken up yet." The young man complained, with clear eyebrows and slightly dark skin. He tightened the thin and old clothes tightly with his hands.

, the weather is still very cold at this time, I couldn’t sleep well last night and I was not thinking about anything. The boy’s name is Yang Qing, he is fourteen years old this year, and the person behind the plow is his father Yang Dazhi, Yang Dazhi is about thirty years old this year

, but his face has been engraved with wind and frost, and he looks as old as forty or fifty years old.

"You little kid, what do you know? You can lead your ox honestly." Yang Dazhi casually scolded him without raising his head. He carefully played with the wooden plow in his hand, sometimes left and sometimes right, and sometimes pressed or pressed it with his hand.

Look up. His name is Yang Dazhi. He has great ambitions. You can imagine that his parents have placed a lot of expectations on him. But his life is extremely dull. In the past thirty years, he has not been to many small towns dozens of miles away.

Every year, only Yang Qing's mother, He Xiu, goes to the town to do some New Year shopping.

"Dad, Dad, why don't we even have a school in our village? I can't even write my name now," Yang Qing said with drowsy eyes, minding his own business.

"Yes, yes." Yang Dazhi responded impatiently. Yang Qing always asked some irrelevant questions, but he still couldn't answer. "Go to school? Which of our ten villages has a school? Which teacher is there?"

I think only children from that town can come to school in this poor place like ours."

"Hey dad, you said the people in this town..."

This conversation disturbed the early morning sun. After stretching, the sky became bright. People in the village also came to the fields and greeted each other. The east and west houses were long and short, which was very strange.

If you care about the condition of other people's homes, you will pick up your own homes.

"Ta, Ta, Ta" A tall bay-red horse galloped on the muddy ancient road, splashing patches of muddy water. In Yang Qing's eyes, this bay-red horse was as handsome as it could be. His old man

Scalpers are incomparable to it.

"Isn't this old Li Jia Hongwei back?" The farmers who were busy in the fields raised their heads and greeted the handsome young man in his twenties.

"I'll go home and give some money to my parents." Li Hongwei tightened the reins in his hands and responded cordially with a smile on his face, "I'll chat with my second uncle and second aunt when they have time."

Li Hongwei greeted everyone in the field one by one, waved the whip in his hand, and the shiny horse ran hard, getting smaller and smaller in Yang Qing's listless eyes.

"Looking at how grand and promising he is, he works as a soldier in the town for an old man named Wang or something. Doesn't this give his father money? Lao Li, you are blessed to have such a son." The one who was called second uncle

The second aunt said with sigh.

Yang Qing turned sideways and watched Li Hongwei riding his bay-red horse away without blinking, with deep envy on his face. In the past, Yang Qing and a bunch of little kids always played with Li Hongwei, digging out bird's nests.

Drilling a dog hole...

"I also want to go to the town, and I also want to make a lot of money to honor my parents." Yang Qing squinted his eyes and thought silently in his heart, casually holding the hand of the old scalper who lowered his head and was indifferent to the outside world.

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As dusk came and the sky darkened, everyone started to pack up their farm tools and go home for dinner. Yang Dazhi and his son ate some dry food they had brought for lunch. They were already hungry. If Yang Qing, who was usually diligent, would have run home.

, simply couldn’t wait to ride on the bullock cart and go home for dinner, but today I just sat on the bullock cart, lowering my head and muttering, not knowing what I was thinking.

It was getting dark, and the smell of rice wafting from the three dilapidated low-earth houses told Yang Qing that they had arrived home, and saw his naughty brother, who was eight years younger than him, waiting for them at the door.

"Mom, mom, dad and brother are back, let's start dinner." A chubby child happily waved to Yang Dazhi and his son, and ran into the house while shouting.

Yang Dazhi watched lovingly, his originally timid eyelids lifted, and the fatigue all over his body gradually disappeared. The father and son unloaded the bullock cart, led the cow into the shed, let the cow drink half a bucket of water, mixed some fodder, and casually

After rinsing my hands, I went into the steaming room to eat.

Yang Qing's mother He Xiu was dressed simply, her dry skin concealing her youthful appearance. She had an apron tied around her waist and was quickly preparing dishes and chopsticks.

Dinner was freshly baked pancakes, golden and fragrant, stewed with potatoes and radishes stocked years ago, and a plate of homemade pickles.

The four of them sat down, and Yang Song first took a pancake and started their dinner. The rough food was eaten by several people very well, but Yang Qing did not gobble it up like usual, with a hesitant look on his face, always hesitating to speak.

"Dad, Mom, I also want to go to the town to find a job or learn some crafts or something." Yang Qing seemed to be very determined, and after saying that, he looked at his parents with hope.

"What? What's going on, you are jealous of Li Hongwei?" Yang Qingniang He Xiu swallowed the food in her mouth, her face was full of surprise, she didn't understand what Yang Qing's child was causing trouble.

Yang Dazhi still lowered his head while eating and said nothing, seemingly not surprised at all by Yang Qing's inexplicable thoughts.

"Brother, do you also want to ride a big horse like Brother Hongwei?" The chubby Yang Song opened his mouth wide, and the pancake that he had not chewed almost fell out.

Li Hongwei came back in the morning, causing quite a stir among a kid as big as Yang Song. This was a small village with only a few dozen households, and not many people came here in a year. When the kids said this, the whole village

Just know it all.

"Why are you jealous? I just don't want to spend my whole life digging for food in this field. I have never seen anything in the world." Yang Qing quickly expressed his thoughts. The fourteen-year-old boy is still very naive and full of longing for the outside world.

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"What can you do when you go out, you little brat? You don't know anything. You don't even understand it now." He Xiu rolled his eyes angrily, obviously disapproving of Yang Qing's idea.

In her eyes, Yang Qing was still young at this time, and there were also young people in the village who went to the town to try their luck. Among these people, Li Hongwei was the one who behaved like a human being, while most of the others came back shamelessly and let everyone

A joke for half a year.

"I don't know how to learn it. I'm born with it. Why can't I learn what others have learned?" Yang Qingqiang said, and then looked panicked.

"Just you? You don't even know how to talk outside, but you talk a lot at home." He Xiu couldn't help but laugh, and her voice couldn't help but be a little louder.

Yang Qing even blushed when his mother He Xiu said it. Indeed, Yang Qing was not very smart in the eyes of his fellow villagers.

"If I go to the town, I will definitely study hard, and I will definitely learn it." Yang Qinggen straightened his neck, a little stubborn.

"You kid, do you think it's as good as you think outside? I see, it's much harder than farming. You can bear the pain." He Xiu was still persuading, "Besides, you can go

What are you doing? We don’t have any relatives in the town. I can’t help but beg for food when I go there.”

"I can endure any hardship, isn't that work all done by humans?" Yang Qing refused to admit defeat and retorted. At the age of ten, he followed his father to work in the fields, leaving his mother to feed pigs, beat dogs, and do laundry at home.

Cooking. In the past four years, he has done most of the work in the fields, just like a little adult.

"Okay, your mother and I will discuss this matter tonight. We really can't let this kid like you act recklessly," Yang Dazhi said with a serious face and a heavy expression.

"Well?" Yang Qing was a little unhappy and stood up with the unfinished pancake in his hand, "You guys can eat, I'll go out and look at the cows."

After saying this in a rough voice, he turned around and walked out, taking a big bite of the pancake as he walked.

"You kid, why are you so ignorant?" He Xiu said with a helpless expression.

"Eat, eat, he won't starve to death," Yang Dazhi said casually without any expression on his face or raising his head.

"Baby, you eat your own food and don't worry about your brother."

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Yang Qing's chest felt a little tight, and he knew that his mother was right, but in his eyes, the rich and prosperous world outside was deeply attracted to him. He was young and ignorant, and he felt a little irritable at this time, which added to the old scalper's worries.

I walked around the yard with a few handfuls of fodder for a while, found a place to sit down, and sat there alone in a daze, forgetting to eat the pancake in my hand.

The village was very quiet at night, except for the occasional barking of dogs. The evening breeze was blowing and cool. After an unknown period of time, every household turned off their kerosene lamps and worked day and night. Life in the countryside was almost the same every day.

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Yang Qing looked listlessly at the cold pancake in his hand. He lost his appetite, broke it into pieces and threw it into the cow trough. He went into the house and went to sleep. He had to plow the fields tomorrow morning. If he slept late, he would be tired all day long.

When he returned to the house, Yang Song was already asleep. He was rubbing his nose with his chubby little hands, and he didn't know what kind of sweet dream he was having. He could vaguely hear the conversation in the next room. It seemed that Yang Dazhi and his wife were discussing ideas.

When their eldest son went to town, Yang Qing pricked his ears expectantly to hear the outcome, but he couldn't hear clearly.

Lying on the warm Tukang, he didn't feel sleepy at all. He tossed and turned and his eyes were as wide as lanterns. Yang Qing didn't have this idea just today. When he saw the young men from the same village going to town, he started to think about it.

, and from then on, he often had random thoughts, and when he fell asleep in a daze, it would be daybreak, and he and his father would go to plow the fields.

The deliberately low-pitched conversation in the next room has not disappeared, but it is always the women who talk more and the men who talk less, and sometimes there are a few quarrels.

Yang Qing felt uneasy, uneasy, and longing in her heart. She didn't know what she was thinking. After lying there for a long time, she only felt that the quilt today was too short and it was cold under her feet.

"The quilt cover is horizontal," Yang Qing said absently, the warm earthen kang made him inexplicably hot.

I felt uneasy, and I just tossed and turned while I was lying down. I didn't know what my parents had discussed, what if my parents didn't agree, what if they agreed, what could I do in the town, should I go or shouldn't I go?

After leaving her mother, she would have to work in the fields with her father. Yang Qing himself became a little hesitant, thinking further and further, not knowing where he was thinking, let alone how he fell asleep.

Yang Dazhi and He Xiu are just an ordinary farm couple. They have never seen much of the world and don’t know much about it. As parents, they always hope that their children will live a good life, and hope that their sons will succeed and their daughters will succeed. They hope that their children will have a promising future and shine on their families. They hope that their children will have a bright future.

They are more afraid of their children being hurt and want to protect their children under their wings. They think that no one can treat them better than themselves. The same goes for Yang Dazhi and He Xiu. They were torn between the two and lost their sense of proportion for a while.

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