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The fat aunt looked at the two little boys in front of her and saw that although they were wearing coarse linen clothes, there were no patches on their clothes, and the shoes on their feet were even thick and thick bottoms.

Looking at the faces of the two children, the fat one was so happy. It was white and fat, like a cooked dumpling.

The other one, although she was thin, she was not sick. The fat aunt actually thought of the four words "Yiyi" of Yang Liu. Oh my God, if she was sent to the waiter's house, she would be a treasure.

As for the little fat man, although he is not a good friend, he is a great golden grandson from the sky. If he sells this to those families who want to buy their sons to inherit the incense, he wouldn't be so happy.

In just a moment, the fat aunt found a sales outlet for Feng Moqiu and Dong Jinbao. The fat aunt looked at the two more lovingly, as if she was looking at two piles of silver ingots.

Dong Jinbao was obviously moved, and he sniffed: "We can't find our home, can you send us home?"

The fat aunt's eyes lit up and she hurriedly said, "Yes, I'll take you home now."

The skinny uncle also came over and asked, "Where is your home?"

Dong Jinbao pointed in the direction of the capital: "That's that."

Uncle Skin said, "Okay, okay, uncle and aunt will send you back now. Oh, you are sweating, uncle will wipe your sweat."

As he said that, he took out a handkerchief with a strange fragrance. The thin little man looked weak, but the fat man seemed to have some strength, so let's get him dizzy first.

But the next moment, the handkerchief came to Dong Jinbao's hands. Before the skinny uncle could react, Dong Jinbao was already using the handkerchief to polish the soles of his shoes.

"Mmmmm, my new shoes are dirty. My mother will definitely beat me to death when she sees them. Uncle, I will wipe the shoes clean and you can send them back."

Skinny uncle.

Feng Moqiu stretched, stood up, and suddenly stretched out his arms. The thin uncle was startled and thought he was going to hit someone: "What are you doing?"

Feng Moqiu: "Let you carry me."

"Carrying you? Why do you have to carry you?" Uncle Skinned.

Feng Moqiu was lazy: "Aren't you going to send us home? Why don't you carry me on your back?"

The fat aunt winked at the thin uncle, then smiled and said to Feng Moqiu, "Yes, yes, let your uncle carry you on his back. Oh, my aunt feels distressed when she looks at this delicate little look."

The little boy, who was eight or nine years old, was as thin as a gust of wind, and the thin uncle easily carried him on his back.

When Dong Jinbao saw this, he imitated Feng Moqiu's appearance and stretched out his claws at the fat aunt: "Aunt, come and carry me, I can't walk."

Fat aunt: "You have such a good physique, you can't walk?"

Dong Jinbao: "Aunt, do you know what my name is? My name is Jinbao, Jinyuanbao. Have you ever seen Jinyuanbao walking?"

Fat aunt.

The thin uncle glared at her. It was really annoying that the girl was whining: "If you ask you to carry it, you can carry it. How heavy can a child be? Just carry it on him quickly and just take it as a gold ingot on his back."

When the fat aunt thought, she was the same. Isn’t this little fat man just a gold ingot? The king's eyes were emitting green light when they were looking forward to their son. If there was no son again, his wealth would sooner or later be eaten up. If the king's landlord saw this little fat man, he would definitely be satisfied.

Thinking of this, the fat aunt immediately had the strength, but the moment Dong Jinbao lay on her back, she still staggered a few times. How much good things did this fat man eat? It was simply a small hill.

Dong Jinbao: I am Kingsoft!

The skinny uncle walked vigorously with Feng Moqiu on his back, and the fat aunt was panting with Dong Jinbao on his back. They were all mules and horses that were moving forward.

Feng Moqiu: "My family is not in this direction."

Uncle Skinny: "Uncle will take you to take a shortcut and I can send you home as soon as possible."

Feng Moqiu: "Uncle, you are so weird."

Dong Jinbao: "Aunt, if you are tired, don't recite it. You'd better leave me on the side of the road."

The fat aunt shook the sweat beads on her forehead and said, "Auntie is not tired, be obedient, and I will carry you home."

Dong Jinbao: "Aunt, when I get home, I will ask my mother to steam steamed buns for you. The steamed buns in my house are so delicious."

Fat aunt: I will eat steamed buns and meat when I sell you.

Not to mention, with the means of transportation, I walked fast. After walking for another four or five miles, there was a tea stall in front of me. Dong Jinbao had a good look. Then, wasn’t Feng Jingchun the one who was lying in front of the tea stall?

Looking at the person sitting next to him eating dry food, it was He Xiaojiu.

Dong Jinbao was happy: "Aunt, I'm thirsty."

The fat aunt looked at the tea stall in front of her and said, "There are people and horses." No, she can't go to this place."

"You don't want to go home early, let's leave quickly, and you can drink water when you get home."

Feng Moqiu saw that you can’t do it, fat baby, you must be your brother Qiu.

"Uncle, that little sister is so beautiful. Hey, there are no adults around me."

When the skinny uncle saw it, he was really, oh, there were not one little girl around him, but two.

They were filming flowers, and their eyes were the most poisonous. Although there were other people on the tea stall, those people looked different from these two little girls at first sight.

Besides, these two little girls are just like these two boys. Although they are wearing coarse linen clothes, they are fine and tender. At first glance, they are born in a family that feels sorry for their children and are raised with a delicate body.

Both girls look eight or nine years old, and they are the best at this age. They sell them to those families who raise thin horses. They can make money after three or four years of training. These two girls may be even better than these two boys. Very good seller.

The thin uncle coughed lightly, and the fat aunt immediately understood and walked towards the two pitiful little girls.

He Xiaojiu had long seen Feng Moqiu and Dong Jinbao riding on someone else's back.

What's going on?

Did these two guys find two mules for themselves?

Before the skinny uncle and fat aunt got closer, Dong Jinbao shouted loudly, "Little sister, are you lost?"

Zong Qin, who was sitting not far away, was stunned and looked at this side intently. He only heard his princess say aggrievedly: "Little brother, how do you know that my sister and I can't find a home?"

Before he finished speaking, the cry of a child came from the corner: "Wow, I can't find my home either."

The thin uncle and the fat aunt looked in the direction of the sound and saw a child about six or seven years old walking towards him crying. This child was so beautiful.

The skinny uncle and the fat aunt swallowed each other. What happened today? I was so lucky. There were only five at once, and they were all good people selected from one in a hundred.

At this time, a man drinking tea said in a muffled voice: "These three children have been eating and drinking here for most of the time, and they are probably thrown here by their mother, so I'm afraid they can't afford to raise them."

The thin uncle and fat aunt grinned at the corners of their cheeks, and there was no doubt anymore. So when they left the tea stall, the team expanded from four to seven.

The five children's mouths are not idle yet.

The little girl said, "That fat man, come down and let the aunt carry me on her back."

Little girl 2: "That thin man, come down and let the uncle carry me on his back."

The youngest boy: "I am the youngest, and if I want to carry it, I will carry it first."

The little girl said, "Yes, if we don't carry it, we won't leave. Whoever carries it will follow you."

The skinny uncle and the fat aunt couldn't bear to make the children unhappy, so every time they walked, they would change the children to carry them. When they were so tired that they were shaking their feet and were about to walk, they finally saw that they wanted to go. place. "Let's go to that village to have a rest, eat something, and then go to the village to hire a ox cart. It's so comfortable to sit on it, and you can sit on it all."

The five children: "If we don't ride in the ox cart, we will let you carry it on your back."

Uncle Skinny and Aunt Fat, it’s not good, these five little guys are going to cause trouble.

The skinny uncle was about to threaten him, but a cold voice came from behind: "Uncle, look what this is."

The skinny uncle looked down and said, "Oh my god, there was a knife around his neck."

"Uncle, don't move around, my knife is not sure."

The thin uncle hurriedly looked at the fat aunt. There was no knife on her neck, but there was a rope. It was not an ordinary rope, but a rope cover, and the knot was held in the hand of the little girl behind her.

Zong Qin took people to ride a horse past them. The skinny uncle showed a begging look and wanted to call for help. A small knife was sore and sore from his neck. He didn't dare to shout.

Zong Qin seemed to have seen nothing and rode away on a horse.

The two slaughtered Huazi. Who can tell them how this happened?

"You are all good kids. Good kids don't play with knives. Put them down quickly. Uncle comes to the front to buy you delicious food."

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

"You are lying to others. If you grow up, no one will say we are good kids."

Take a picture of the flower.

"What do you want to do?"

He Xiaojiu: "Of course you are asking you to walk on your back. You don't understand such a simple thing?"

The two slapped Huazi and breathed a sigh of relief. The child was just a child. He didn't know how to blackmail him with a knife in his hand. He just asked him to walk on his back. It was so naive.

The sun sets west, and the two slaps of the flowers are so tired that their eyes are blurred. At this time, Feng Moqiu said, "Let's go west from the path ahead, hurry!"

Want to take a small path?

The two slap flowers immediately became energetic. It would be nice to walk the path. Then, while the little boy on his back was not paying attention, he fell out from a distance, and then ran away and ran into the grass that was as tall as a man. Don't these little boys. Want to catch up with them.

Yes, now the two saihuazi no longer want to catch these five children and sell them. Now they just want to run away. These five are not children, but are clearly five evil stars.

But as soon as I walked on the path, I saw the people who had been riding by them before standing on the path, as if waiting for them.

Zong Qin: "Can you catch me?"

Feng Moqiu: "Who will carry me after I caught them?"

Dong Jinbao: "And I am."

He Xiaojiu, Feng Jingchun, and Lu asked: "We are there."

Zong Qin: "Forget it, let them carry you on their backs."

This time, there is no need to hold a knife or put a rope on it. The two slap kawako takes turns carrying these five little evil stars in their favor.

With a puff, the fat aunt spitted blood, and Feng Jingchun on her back reached out and gave her a big pussy: "Hold on, don't vomit anymore!"

With a puff, the skinny uncle also spat a mouthful of blood. Feng Moqiu covered his nose: "It's so dirty, so disgusting."

In this way, when they finally arrived at their destination, the small mountain village at the foot of the mountain, the two people who were taking pictures of the flowers were finally relieved and they lay on the ground and couldn't get up.

He Xiaojiu: "They can't die. When they come, the big mules and horses in the village can rest."

Two photos of Hanazi: Let's die.

The hard labor life of He Xiaojiu and his friends officially began.

On the first night they arrived in the village, they were separated, and the five were taken away by five families. The five waved their hands and said good night to each other, and they saw each other tomorrow.

In addition to taking away their people, these five families also took away their rations.

The food ration is 30 kilograms of coarse grain per person.

Zong Qin said that this is a month's food ration. In a month, he will send someone to deliver the food for the next month.

Thirty kilograms a month, an average of one kilogram of grain per day.

He Xiaojiu thinks it is enough. Most of the time, she only eats one bowl of rice every day, and a bowl of rice is definitely not a pound, so she can save food and give it to her fellow villagers. Look, she is really a good person who loves the people as much as her son. The Crown Princess.

The other four children also had the same idea. Although Dong Jinbao was fat, he could eat at most two bowls of rice every day. He had learned weights and measures. Two bowls of rice were at most half a pound, and he could save half of the food.

As for Feng Moqiu, he didn't even calculate how much he ate. He was picky about food and had nothing he liked to eat. He could stay hungry and not eat.

As for Feng Jingchun and Lu Wen, well, they have no idea about the scale. They won’t go hungry anyway. They haven’t heard of any prisoners starving to death.

However, after they arrived in this village, they were still a little surprised.

In their perception, the villages near the capital are very wealthy. This person named Zhaocai Village can only know by the name. Even if he is not rich enough, he will not be much worse.

Besides, this village is only thirty miles away from the capital. Villagers can work in the capital or grow vegetables and sell them to the capital. Among their families, there are villages near the capital.

But after arriving in the village, they soon discovered that the best house in the village was stone houses, while more were thatched houses.

There is not even a blue brick house in the entire village.

He Xiaojiu soon knew what was going on.

It turns out that the people in this village are not locals, they fled here.

In the early years, many refugees were born due to war and famine. Later, the world was peaceful and many refugees returned to their hometowns, but many of them could not be returned. Either the houses and fields in their hometowns had been destroyed by war or the journey was long ago. No money.

All local governments have resettled these refugees who cannot return home, allowing them to open up land and farm and take root.

Zhaocai Village is such a refugee village. All the people in the village were refugees before.

Although they have lived here for more than ten years, the villagers in nearby villages still cannot accept them, are unwilling to marry them, and will not interact with them.

As for the reason why they refused to accept them, they looked down on them and the refugees, and they hated them for robbing their own land.

Yes, there were wastelands here in the past, and the court encouraged farming. For wasteland, whoever cultivated it would belong to him.

But even so, those native villagers were too lazy to reclaim wasteland.

They are very close to the capital, and they can get all the vegetables, fruits and melons that they can't finish at home to sell. Besides, any strong person will go to the capital to find work. Even if they are a clerk in a restaurant, they will be better than Farming in the countryside makes a lot of money.

They want to rent the fertile land at home to others to plant, and free them up to make a lot of money in the capital, let alone spend time and effort to reclaim wasteland. Isn’t that stupid?

People often do this. If they place wasteland there, they may not reclaim it, but if foreign refugees reclaim it, they will feel that they have taken advantage of it, as if their own things were stolen.

Therefore, although the people in Zhaocai Village have their own fields, they are still restrained everywhere. For example, the water used for irrigation is a big problem. Every year, they are bullied by people from other villages because of their use of water. (End of this chapter)