The fourth girl of the farmer

Chapter 85 Homeless Alley (1)
"Uncle Wang, is this pier the same as when you came last time?" The pier, as a transit hub, is completely devoid of the bustling scenes of people coming and going like modern stations, ports, and airports.In front of the Grand Canal, the river bed has also fallen a lot, and there are a few black-covered boats in the river.

"Last time it was much more lively. The dry weather has affected everywhere. You see, this ship can't dock anymore!" Wang San looked left and right, looking for his old cousin among the ragged porters.

"Yeah, the water is shallow and the boat can't dock. It's even harder for us coolies!" Next to him, a middle-aged man sitting on a rock and resting sighed.

"You all live by moving goods?" This is the stick-stick army of the Western Song Dynasty!Yang Ziqian stepped forward and chatted with him: "Are all these ships from other places?"

"Most of them are passers-by. In the past, when the sky was not dry, the riverbed was at this position. When there were many ships docking, we pulled the fibers; if there were goods to be moved, we helped load and unload them. We could earn three to five yuan a day. Now, The boat is no longer docked, and I won’t be able to earn a penny for three to five days!" The man pointed to the traces on the ground and said to the curious little girl in front of him.Alas, in fact, how does she understand these sufferings.

"This day's work has a big impact!" Wang San looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see his old cousin, and he didn't know if he was still in this business.

"Why not? You're from another place, right? You didn't look at the homeless alley. There are more children and women than ever!" The man sighed helplessly.If this continues, if this continues, I'm afraid I will have that thought. Instead of starving to death in this family, the children might as well be sold to other houses, so that they can earn a living.

Homeless Alley is a concentration camp for human traffickers, Yang Ziqian thought, that scene must be very tragic, forget it, he better not go there.

"Uncle, let me ask you something. In Hebao County, which street is the bed and furniture usually sold?" Yang Ziqian thought, no matter what, he had to find out where the furniture store is. At home, the second brother made several sets. The bed, desk, wardrobe, alas, I have to climb up a hill, and I don’t know how to move here to sell.Forget it, let's look at the market first. If this way doesn't work, change to something else, for example, open a restaurant.

"Go along this alley, pass Wujia Lane, and you will find Yingxiang Street, where you can find all kinds of furniture." After the man finished speaking, he took a special look at the girl. Come to think of it, there are not many people who have enough money to buy furniture. This girl is not like a rich person, but she still wants to buy some furniture.Could it be selling furniture?

Just now, she was thinking about not going to that street, but in the end, God deliberately teased her by making her go to see the miserable scene where her wife and children were separated.

"Brother, can I ask you another person?" Among the people waiting to be pulled and carried, none of them saw the old cousin. They must know something about him after such a long journey. "I have an old cousin named Huang Shunzi who used to pull and carry fiber at this pier. Do you know him?"

"Shunzi?" The man looked Wang San up and down, alas, he thought he was a rich relative, but in the end, it was also patched up or not. From this point of view, it couldn't save his anxiety, "You may still see it if you go to Wujiaxiang now. Follow him!"

Isn't Homeless Alley just about human trafficking?Yang Ziqian thought, Wang San, this old cousin, is he going to sell his sons and daughters, or buy slaves to buy servants, or, he simply became a human trafficker, specializing in such evil deeds!
"Okay, thank you, big brother!" Wang San obviously didn't have as many devious thoughts as Yang Ziqian, and only wanted to find someone quickly and meet him.So, take the lead to go to Homeless Alley.

Homeless Alley, the real Homeless Alley, a narrow alley, a street side by the wall, and people who can't see the end.Or squatting or standing, or sitting or lying down, men and women in ragged clothes, old and young, the common feature is that the complexion is yellow and thin, and a straw is stuck in the head.

Buying and selling at will, and taking life and death, this is no longer a person, but an animal.

Yang Ziqian looked at the scene in this alley, even if it wasn't Guanshiyin, he felt a little sad in his heart.

Already poor, but encountering natural disasters and man-made disasters, and unable to live on, it will come to this point.

Yang Ziqian didn't want to see these tragedies, so he quickened his pace and walked forward, leaving behind Wang San and the others who were looking for people all the way.The thing is like this, the more you don't want to see something, the more you hear something.

"Master, please buy this girl, she can do everything, wash and cook, and do housework..." In front of him, a man pulled an eight or nine-year-old child, begging to the middle-aged man in brocade clothes in front of him.

"No, no, I want to buy a bed warmer girl, this thing is too small!" The man in brocade clothes said loudly without any shame.

Hearing that it was a bed warmer, the man hurriedly pulled the child back.

"Hahaha, what are you afraid of, as long as my uncle likes it, eating delicious food and drinking hot food is a hundred times better than following you, a poor ghost!" The man in brocade clothes continued to be arrogant.

"Yes, yes, it's just that the child is too young to be suitable!" Explained in a low voice, some people can't be provoked, but they can hide.

"Master, look, how is this girl? It's just that the family is a little poor. You can buy it and raise it for three to five days, and the color will not be bad!" The middle-aged woman hurriedly took the girl on her hand and stepped forward.

"Well, the size is okay, but the appearance is not good. Anyway, it is pleasing to the eye. How old is it?" The man in brocade clothes stopped, stepped forward, pinched the girl's chin, raised his head, looked around, and said frivolously.

"Master, you have a good eye. This girl is thirteen. Last time, the mother of Hongxiangyuan offered eight taels of silver and said she would buy it. At that time, the family still opened the pot. I didn't agree. Now, it's really difficult, just eight taels of silver." Go!" The middle-aged woman looked happy, as if she saw the shiny silver.

"Eight taels, eight taels, I can buy two of these!" the man in brocade clothes brushed off his small face with one hand, and said in disgust.

"Six taels, how about six taels?" Women lowered their self-esteem.Just hope it closes quickly!

"Four liang, don't pull it down!" The man in brocade clothes is ready to look at the next item. This woman is greedy, rich, and afraid that she won't be able to buy a good item?

"Okay, okay, I'll sell it!" Sure enough, before the footsteps moved, the woman agreed.

"Mother!" From beginning to end, the girl who lowered her head without saying a word looked up at her own mother, her eyes blurred with tears.

"Xiang'er, go, go with the uncle, it's better than staying at home and starving to death. It took a lot of energy for your parents to raise you for more than ten years. Right now, your father is lying down, and there are two younger brothers to support Mom, I can't do it alone. It's better to follow the uncle than to go to Hongxiangyuan!" The woman's joy was also mixed with a little bit of reluctance.

I thought it was picked up, but it was also a piece of meat that fell from your body.

Yang Ziqian watched for a long time, and finally saw a bit of conscience in women.Well, it’s another one who can’t make it through, selling her 13-year-old daughter to a man twice her age to warm her bed, thinking about it, I feel disgusting.

(End of this chapter)