The Nameless of the Common Clans

The next morning, Chen Mo got up early as usual, learned a passage of Analects from his mother, memorized it, and wrote it again. Then he carried his backpack to the grain field to start a new day of busyness, but he unexpectedly saw several friends coming with bruised faces.

"Aduo, what's wrong?" Chen Mo looked at Aduo in confusion.

"My father beat me." Aduo looked sad.

"Why?" Chen Mo was puzzled. Why was he beaten for no reason?

"Last night I asked my father why people die, and my father couldn't answer, so he beat me!" Aduo shed a few tears of grievance while speaking.

Chen Mo suddenly felt fortunate that his mother was knowledgeable and reasonable, unlike Uncle Zhang, who beat people when he couldn't explain.

"Then don't ask, what's the point of asking these questions? Don't we still have to live our lives?" Chen Mo grinned, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but he didn't know how to comfort him. He could only solve the problem from the root. Now think about it, this matter was very far away for them, why bother asking? When the fathers are in a bad mood, they may directly take action just like Uncle Zhang.

"Brother Ergou, Uncle Wang is back. Have you asked him if he is willing to teach us?" Aduo asked after wiping his nose.

"No, Uncle Wang is injured and can't come to teach. He has his own things to do. Don't you want to learn?" Chen Mo looked at Aduo in confusion. He backed out after practicing for a while on the first day, and even played with everyone in the last stick training, which made Chen Mo very bored.

"Then go and ask Uncle Wang how to teach us." Aduo wiped his tears and said, "Once I learn the skills, my father won't dare to bully me like he does now."

Chen Mo looked at Aduo strangely: "What? Do you still want to fight with your father?"

"No..." Aduo's eyes flashed with fear and said, "It's just that I think that as long as I have the skills, my father shouldn't beat me casually like he does now."

Uncle Zhang is a well-known good man. Chen Mo doesn't understand why Uncle Zhang often beats Aduo at home, but Chen Mo doesn't want to interfere in other people's affairs. He nodded perfunctorily and said, "Okay, I'll ask Uncle Wang after I finish today's work."

In fact, Chen Mo didn't want to disturb Uncle Wang at this time. Uncle Wang was in a very low mood yesterday. Being around him, he would also be affected.

"Aung, you have too much land here." At noon, Chen Mo, who had been busy all morning, sat next to the head of the village and complained that it was not easy for them to dig ten manure pits on the 100 acres of thin land.

"Okay, Aung brought some good things today, let them eat." The head of the village smiled and waved to his daughter-in-law.

Under Chen Mo's curious eyes, Aung's daughter-in-law brought a wooden tray and placed it on the table at the edge of the sky.

"This is..." Chen Mo looked at the things in the wooden tray curiously, a string of purple-black beads, washed very clean, but Chen Mo had never seen it before.

"Pearl." The head of the village peeled one and put it in his mouth, looking at Chen Mo and smiling: "This is the food from the Western Regions that Zhang Qian brought back when he was on a mission to the Western Regions. Now there are many places in the Central Plains that grow it, and the market in the county town occasionally sells it."

"How much is this?" Chen Mo picked one from the top, peeled it and put it in his mouth like the head of the village, and immediately a sour and sweet feeling spread along the taste buds to the surroundings, and Chen Mo squinted his eyes with some enjoyment.

"Three coins." The head of the village thought for a while and said.

"It's not very expensive. Next time I go to the county town, I must buy some for my mother." Chen Mo said vaguely. Such a sweet thing is not expensive. Why didn't I find it before?

"Three cents a piece." The head of the village peeled another rambutan and threw it into his mouth.

"Cough cough cough~" The rambutan seeds got stuck in his throat, causing Chen Mo to cough violently. He looked at the head of the village in disbelief: "Auntie, how much is three cents?"

"One." The head of the village leisurely spit out the rambutan seeds and looked at Chen Mo and said: "Why? Do you want to buy it?"

Chen Mo originally wanted to eat another one, but now, looking at the rambutan on the plate, he couldn't do it. He said hesitantly: "Auntie, this is too expensive. We can't eat it."

"Don't worry about eating it. It won't cost money. These days, you little guys have helped me water the land. If I don't treat you, others will think I'm unreasonable." The head of the village said with a smile.

Chen Mo didn't know whether to refuse or not. In the end, he still called all the teenagers over according to the instructions of the head of the village.

"Delicious, so sweet!"

Watching a group of people eating those rambutans heartlessly, Chen Mo felt a little uncomfortable. They were not eating rambutans, they were clearly eating money!

"If you don't eat them now, they will be gone." The head of the village did not fight with these people, but just smiled and looked at Chen Mo.

"I can't eat it." Chen Mo sighed. He wanted his mother to try the rambutans, which cost three cents each, but the price... the money to buy such a bunch is enough for the mother and son to live for a month.

In just a short while, the rambutans in the wooden plate were snatched away by a group of teenagers.

"Aung, what is this, so sweet!" Aduo casually wiped the saliva on his hands on his clothes and looked at the head of the village with curiosity.

"Rambones are generally not easy to buy. Leave them for a while and I will wait for you to have lunch." The head of the village did not talk about the price again, and took the opportunity to divert the topic.

At noon, they had brown rice with some cooked dishes. Most people ate corn, and only those from a family as wealthy as the head of the village could eat rice. For people like Chen Mo, it was good enough to have three or five meals of brown rice throughout the year. As for the better refined rice, they couldn't even think about it.

"The afternoon is over, go and see your Uncle Wang." After dinner, Li Zheng called Chen Mo aside, handed him a package and said, "Bring these to him."

"Ah, why is Uncle Wang so depressed?" Chen Mo looked at Li Zheng and said, "When I came here this morning, I saw Aunt Cai crying in front of Uncle Wang's house. Isn't that a bit excessive? Uncle Wang did not kill Uncle Cai."

"You are too young. There are some things that you will understand in the future." Li Zheng sighed, sat on the wooden pier beside him, shook his head and said, "You don't understand this now."

Chen Mo was a little unconvinced by these words, but he couldn't stand up to Li Zhengjian, so he could only lead a group of teenagers to continue digging cesspools in a depressed manner.

In the evening, Chen Mo said goodbye to A Duo and the others and went straight to Uncle Wang's house. Aunt Cai was still there. Uncle Wang tied one hand with a cloth and held a bowl of porridge in the other and said in front of Aunt Cai: " Brothers and sisters, even if you don’t eat, you should let your child take a bite. Do you really want him to starve to death here?”

"There's no need for you to pretend to be a good person!" Aunt Cai's aunt slapped the bowl away, causing a bowl of corn rice to splash on the floor. Duan swallowed and saw Chen Mo coming over with a package. He opened his mouth and wanted to say What, but I couldn’t say it.

I'm showing off my presence weakly and asking for a vote.