Daming heir

Chapter 187

The heavy snow covered the mountains around the county seat in silver.

However, at this time, no one is interested and wants to sing a poem.

Puzhou County is surrounded by mountains, and there has never been a guard station.

There are no Jinyiwei who are already a small number here, and there are no government soldiers from Jinhua Mansion.

In front of the city gate, the ground was trampled and flooded, snow water mixed with mud, wet and muddy, and people slipped and fell to the ground from time to time.

Starting from the city gate and going out for several miles, the ground is full of sheds made of wooden sticks and dead leaves.

The icy air couldn't hide the rancid smell here.

The people in thin clothes are hiding in thatched huts, most of them are squeezed together from one family to another.

However, this did not bring them any warmth.

Young children and elderly people were surrounded by adults, but their faces had slits like spider webs, blood and mud mixed together, black and red.

The blue-purple lips could no longer spit out much white smoke, and they trembled silently when a gust of wind blew past.

There is no light in people's eyes, no waves, pairs of eyes, and faces.

All numb and bewildered.

They know where they were born, but they don't know where they will die.

Most likely, he was going to die here.

The atmosphere of death permeated outside the four city gates of Pujiang County.

At this time, several men in thick cotton coats and tight sheepskin furs, with gongs in their hands, rang in the thatched huts.

One person beat the gong first, and the four behind him carried two bulging cloth bags on their shoulders, and the same cloth bags in their hands.

There is grain in there.

The fresh grain just harvested this year is white and clean.

Finally, there are two strong men holding fire sticks.

No one spoke, only the sound of a gong.

There were some movements and responses in the shed that could not block the cold wind.

From an unknown corner in the distance, there began to be a few quarrels, and they were very weak, and were swept away by the cold wind.

The team beating the gong did not stop on their feet, walking along the daily route in a fixed manner.

On the side, there began to be the sizzling sound of mud being trampled on, accompanied by a few coughing sounds.

Then came the cry of a child.

And the sound of women cursing and crying.

It seems that these few voices ignited the surrounding cold stagnant water, and countless voices began to sound.

The man who was beating the gong frowned slightly, and finally stopped.

And in front of him was a man holding a girl in a double flat bun.

Several pieces of tattered clothes were uploaded on the man, in different sizes, which made the man's body look a bit cramped.The black, red and purple face was covered with cracks, and there was numbness and expectation in the eyes.

It should be a half-grown girl with a pair of flat buns combed by her mother, only wrapped in a jacket that is obviously an adult, and her eyes that were usually watery and spirited now have a trace of anxiety.

The man was kneeling in the freezing mud with the child in his arms.

He didn't dare to raise his head, but hugged the girl tightly, and begged in a low voice: "Five Dou! Just Wu Dou! She is eight years old, able to work and serve others, and doesn't waste food!"

The man who was beating the gong held the tap stick in his hand, stepped forward and raised the girl's chin to turn towards him.

Then he clicked his tongue, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

Then under the gaze of the man who stretched his head and looked at him.

The man beating the gong said calmly: "San Dou."

"Three fights...Three fights...Three fights...Three fights..."

"She still has an older brother, and a younger brother, she wants to eat...all to eat..."

The man who was beating the gong took a step back with a look of disgust on his face, and looked around at the crowd that was already less than full.

Most of these people are holding children, big or small, in their arms.

Perhaps it was because of the cold, or perhaps because of hunger, that the children did not cry out.

The children hid in their parents' arms, blankly looking at the man and child kneeling on the ground.

"Five buckets? That's the price of the day before yesterday. I'm only eight years old. If you use it too hard, it will break. It's worthless."

After finishing speaking, the man who knocked the gong seemed to think of something, and added: "If you don't sell three buckets today, maybe you will sell two buckets tomorrow. If your family doesn't sell it, others will sell it today."

The man kneeling on the ground hugged the child in his arms tightly, and said tremblingly, "Five fights...five fights are not enough...four fights! Only four fights!"

The man who was beating the gong frowned more and more.

A strong man holding a fire stick walked to the side quietly.

"Three buckets! My house is sold! The girl is ten years old, she can do anything, and it won't break!"

"Men, as long as you pay three buckets, my house will be sold!"

"And my house, my house also sells three buckets!"

"Me, me, and me!"

"..."

In the surrounding crowd, some people began to walk out with their children in their arms.

Someone even dragged a woman from the back of the crowd to the middle of the crowd. The mud on the ground was kicked by the woman and danced all over the sky, as if to echo the snowflakes in the sky.

The woman kept shouting, but the man strangled her neck and pulled her arm tightly.

The man came to the front.

He threw the woman heavily on the ground.

There was some ferocity in his eyes.

"Second Dou!"

"Easy to use, Run!"

The man who was beating the gong leaned up and looked down: "Pisong, one...half, half a bucket for you."

"it is good!"

The man agreed.

Behind the man who hit the gong, someone took a bucket and measured out a bucket and a half without using an extra belt.The man who brought the woman had already stepped forward with his own robe, and took the bucket and a half.

When he left, he took a deep look at Na Dou, feeling a little dissatisfied.

That bucket is very small.

With someone taking the lead, in the blink of an eye, there were five or six more girls around the man who was beating the gong.

The food bag on a person's body is also empty.

But there is an extra rope in his hand, and the woman and girl are all strung together.

The man who was beating the gong looked at the man who was still kneeling in front of him.

He spat unceremoniously and spit out a mouthful of saliva.

"See? I don't need your girl. Three fights are three fights, no more and no less."

The man kneeling on the ground gritted his teeth, and there were cries from time to time in the distance.

He seemed to have heard his son's cry.

Heartbroken, the man raised his head and threw the girl in his arms at the feet of the man who knocked the gong.

"Three fights are three fights!"

While speaking, the man took out a cloth bag from his arms, carefully opened it, and held it in front of the man who was knocking the gong.

The corner of the man's mouth twitched slightly, and he nodded his head.

The cloth bag full of food arrived on the man's empty bag.

"You kill a thousand swords!"

"Yeah! My mother is fighting with you! You are a thief with no eggs, selling my mother's daughter!"

Suddenly, a woman wearing only a single coat rushed out of the crowd on one side, holding a wooden stick in her hand, and let the man beat her on the body.

Caught off guard here.

Bags of rice were scattered all over the place.

And the woman was already wrestling with the man kneeling on the ground.

Chaos seems to be infected.

Seeing the food mixed in the muddy sewage, the victims rushed up like crazy.

For a while, the people at the scene turned their backs.

bang bang bang!
Dangdang Dangdang!
"Who is bold, make trouble again!"

A group of servants from the third class of Pujiang County suddenly rushed out from nowhere.

The flashed knife frightened the food, and the chaotic victims calmed down one after another.

"unlucky!"

The man who beat the gong cursed in a low voice, and glanced at the guard who rushed over.

The guards immediately threw the woman and man who were wrestling together in front of them aside.

"The food is given, most of the bag is lost."

"Your wife will also have to pay."

The man who hit the gong said another word, and the guard dragged back the woman who had just been thrown aside.

The woman and the eight-year-old girl were strung on the rope.

"Retire, and if you dare to make trouble again, you will be charged with treason!"

The guards guarded both sides of the gong-beating men's team, forcing the surrounding people back with their knives on.

And the man who knocked on the gong stepped forward.

They were short of a few bags of grain, and there were seven or eight more maids and two women in the team.

And in front of them, there are more thatched sheds.

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(End of this chapter)