From the Bird

Hong Liangyu entered the mountain all the way to the charcoal kiln, and saw a fat woman standing under the pergola, with a face full of meat, and a half-big girl with a torn flower coat behind him, with a pointed chin and thin cheeks, and she was probably hungry. of.

The charcoal-collecting Li San took a sip of the herbal tea, squinted at the chattering woman, and waved his hand impatiently for a long time: "Ms. Hua, don't waste your tongue. The proprietor has married four new houses this year, and the girl also added More than ten. Just her? I can't recommend it."

He stood up and lifted the belt of his trousers, looked at the girl up and down, and said with a smile, "If you were with me, it would be fine."

"Go go go." Lady Hua pushed Li San away: "Then the proprietor married us Tweet, and the betrothal gift can give a big car, you, you, you, you, how much can you give?" At the end, Lady Hua's voice was short.

Li San licked his teeth and stretched out two fingers: "Two slings of money." Lady Hua rolled her eyes when she heard it, and Li San persuaded: "You don't suffer. She has been in your house for more than half a year and has eaten you. Not a lot?"

Seeing Lady Hua’s eyes wandering around, Li San hit the iron while it was hot: “Is there no one else in her family? Isn’t she dysentery because of her escape?”

Lady Hua was anxious: "Bandit! The bandit was killed on the way to escape, no illness!"

"No matter how you die, can you still support this woman? You have two sons in your family. Besides, I don’t buy it. Mingzhong is marrying, right? We’ve been married to my neighbourhood for so many years. I have married my own wife. She? You can be regarded as a cousin worthy of her parents. What age is this? Throw the girl in the wasteland and let it go. Just throw a wild cat. Then there are many people. You have a conscience!"

The shrew calculated for a while: "I'm thinking about it." After speaking, she pulled the girl aside.

Hong Liangyu walked over with a face. Li San saw that it was Hong Liangyu. He stood up, poured a cup of tea and handed it over, and said with a smile: "Second brother, you are here to work."

Not long after Hong Liangyu first arrived, Li San took charge of the charcoal, and he was actually very respectful to him.

It turned out that a few days after Hong Liangyu came, the charcoal kiln suddenly had an accident. The mountain-like carbon deposits suddenly burst. A dozen heating charcoal workers and the charcoal collector Li Sanquan were crushed under the charcoal. All the workers were dug out from under the charcoal, which avoided a tragedy. It is precisely because of this that the charcoal kilns all respect the newcomer Hong Liangyu.

Hong Liangyu didn't take the tea in front of him, and said: "Li San, we are all born of suffering. You can't be ignorant of your conscience. That's a life, not a cat or a dog."

No matter who, Hong Liangyu stared straight at this fierce courage, there was a little qi in his heart.

Li San was good at scratching the back of his head: "Second brother, what do you say, I am not... I am 30 years old and have no daughter-in-law."

Li San swallowed and said, "Ms. Hua is not wealthy at home, this girl can't eat for a few days. Then turning around... Isn't her life ruined? Oh, brother, did you fall in love with her? That's okay, you In a word, brother, I..." Li Sanyi patted his chest: "Yes."

"I didn't mean that."

Hong Liangyu glared, he wanted to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it for a long time. He glanced outside the pergola, and Lady Hua was screaming at the girl for a while, teasing her for a while, she burst into tears like acting. Don't cry, Mu for a while, and finally nodded.

Hong Liangyu sighed. When he was sixteen years old, his family couldn't raise two children. That's why he cast the red flag. In these years, he was killed nine times. When recuperating on the boat, I occasionally wondered when I would stop fighting and kill, return to my hometown of comfort, or simply spend my life in Lantau Island.

On that day Hongqi received the news that the government was coming to encircle and suppress, Hong Liangyu had planned to fight to the death, but he did not expect the Tianbao leader to disband all the gangs who had relatives in Guangdong and Guangxi. At that time, Hong Liangyu had mixed feelings. He thought the world was wide, so why now he binds his hands and feet and feels unhappy when he sees nothing?

He shook his head and said nothing.

…

boom!

A thick basket of black charcoal piled on the ground, Hong Liangyu took a deep breath of the fresh air from outside the kiln, slowly exhaled it, and slaughtered the charcoal clay on his body, ending the day's work.

A strong young man in his early twenties slammed on the ground, wiped his sweat with the towel on his neck, clenched a few copper coins in his hand, and couldn't help asking: "This government has a classic system. For every one thousand catties of black charcoal, the quasi-silver costs three to three cents. The original five coins of silver, how come to us, there are only twenty cents left for a thousand catties of charcoal?"

"Wrong?"

The old accountant sitting steadily on the side fiddled with the abacus: "Accounts are not calculated like this. How much money you earn has nothing to do with the price of charcoal." He pointed up: "It has something to do with the Lord."

The young guy asked: "What do you say?"

"If the master gets angry this day and the people suffer from a disaster and can't even eat food, they have to rush to work as charcoal workers. If there are more people, the proprietor will naturally pay less. If this is a good year, no one will burn charcoal. , Won't your money go up?"

The accountant crackled the abacus, and finally received it: "It's useless to complain. You don't want to do it. Some people do it."

Hong Liangyu didn't speak at all, but when he heard this, he said: "The old gentleman will settle the accounts."

The accountant didn’t lift his head: "Hey, kid, don’t be sarcasm, let me tell you, according to the owner’s charcoal kiln’s rules. All new charcoal workers, the first five thousand catties of charcoal are not paid, just take care of the food. Are you not the person recommended by Hong Xibin? The proprietor opened Chrysanthemum, which would be spared for you. You, don’t know how good you are."

The strong guy scratched his head straight: "It seems to make sense, but it also seems unreasonable. Then I have been working for these years, and I have seen the money increase. The cohesion master is angry every year, and his elder temperament is too big."

He spoke humorously and made the dirty and sweaty charcoal workers laugh.

"Second brother, I will be off work today. I don't want to go to my house. My husband came to see me a few days ago and left me two catties of rice wine. Our brothers are almost close."

"Not today. I have to go to Tangjiazhuang. My friend has gone to the far door. There is no young girl in the house to take care of. I think about it, pick her up and live with my sister-in-law."

"Hey, the second brother is kind, but can our talented master agree?"

Hong Liangyu smiled broadly: "My eldest brother has a tofu heart, so he just scolded me."

There was also a charcoal worker who frowned when he heard it: "Tangjiazhuang is not like our peace and peace. I heard that there was a disaster there. There were bandits and rebels on the road. You have to be careful."

Hong Liangyu's face was dumb, but he sneered in his heart: "Rebellion? My Tianbao leader is the ancestor of the rebellion. When I turn around, I am also his uncle! I'm afraid he will be a bird!"