Later, I heard from Aunt Hua that our Chen family was also wealthy.
Five years ago, that was also the richest household in the entire county. They had luxury cars in and out, no white men coming and going, and they lived in beautiful little foreign-style houses. There were even more than a dozen old ladies waiting on Chu Gong.
But to be honest,
I don't believe it at all.
Because I stood in front of that luxurious building and looked at it for several years, but I still couldn't figure out what the connection between me, an orphan who relied on thieves to survive, and a luxurious house.
It takes three hands to beat a small person.
To put it simply, he is a thief.
I hang out in crowded places like stations and hotels all day long. I will take action when I find the right opportunity and use the stolen things to exchange for some food so as not to freeze to death or starve to death.
But it rarely succeeds.
Because I was too young and my hands were weak, I would often spot a good opportunity, but I would always be discovered by the adults. If I were younger and stronger, I might run away.
But I couldn't run away, and if I stayed, I would be beaten severely.
But I think it's okay,
Those who had their things stolen were not beaten lightly, and they would hit someone when they were angry, but at least they didn't want to cause death, so they would always have scruples when starting.
It's better than falling into the hands of a murderer, which will make the sky unresponsive and the earth ineffective.
The killer is a well-known villain in this part of the county.
I heard that during the troubled times in the early years, she was the wife of the king of the nearby mountain. Later, after the bandits were suppressed in the pass, she came down to the mountain and became a good person. Now she is responsible for the work of three hands like us.
She whipped her pretty hard.
I was eight years old at the time, and for a little Gada like me, the fee for killing a wife was ten yuan a month.
Ten yuan is a lot in these days.
If he can't get it, the killer will bar his big gold teeth, command his good bandits to wave their sticks, and attack us crazily, not caring whether anyone is killed or not.
I saw with my own eyes that a friend who was close to me was beaten violently because he stole three yuan. By the time the killer left, my friend had been dead for several minutes.
"Take it away and bury it, bad luck!"
The killer bared his teeth and didn't even look at her.
I was trembling with fear in my heart. I knew that in the eyes of the killer, human life was not life, especially those of us who were abandoned and trafficked. She did not regard us as human beings at all.
But there is hatred in my heart.
I will never forget the way my friend blinked and asked me for help. He wanted to live.
I thought about resistance and revenge.
But it's no use,
The killer is too strong, not to mention that she controls all three hands in the county. Even the big and powerful bandits who are always following her are not something that a young boy like me can resist.
I can only tremble under the lustful power of the killer.
So, I stole desperately, worked hard for the ten yuan monthly fee, deceived and abducted, and did whatever I could to survive.
But there are unforeseen circumstances,
I remember that day very clearly.
When I woke up early, a heavy snow covered Guanzhong.
The blizzard lasted from night to noon and finally stopped at noon. We usually hate this kind of weather the most, because there are few people on this kind of sky and there is not much money to be made.
But I have no choice,
Because it was almost the end of the month, and I still had three dollars left to pay, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and find the target.
What I was eyeing was a woman wearing a velvet cloak.
To be honest, I am not very old, but I am sure that this woman is definitely the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life. The velvet cloak made of snow-white fur almost blends into the white snow.
Normally, I would definitely have a crush on this woman.
Because there are rules in our industry: steal from the poor but not from the rich. This means that if you steal from the poor, you may be lucky enough to steal three melons and two dates, but the rich must never touch them.
No one knows what kind of business others are doing and whether they care about human life.
But I can't help it.
When I cautiously reached out my hand, I was grabbed by a pair of hands.
Slender and white, I wanted to run away in fear, but unfortunately, those weak and boneless hands grabbed me like iron pliers, making me unable to move forward or retreat.
"Don't hit me, don't hit me. I was wrong. I won't dare to do it next time."
I was so hasty that I begged for mercy, and with a bang I was about to kneel down. I've done this kind of thing more than once. I immediately surrendered when faced with a tough challenge, just hoping that I could avoid a beating if I met someone with a kind heart.
Unexpectedly, the woman looked at me thoughtfully.
"Your name is Chen Xiaoman?"
I was blinded.
As long as I can remember, no one has called me by my name.
The gang of killers all call me Chen Liuzi, or Bunny, because among the three children in this group, I am the youngest and happen to be ranked sixth.
I nodded blankly,
The woman breathed out, turned around and left without saying anything else.
I breathed a sigh of relief,
I thought this was over.
But when I saw her that night, I happened to be in the Temple of Wealth in Dow Village. I was worried at that time because even after a day passed, I still couldn't collect the ten yuan required for the fee.
But as soon as I entered the mountain temple, I realized something was wrong.
The usually domineering butcher was now crying and falling at the woman's feet. Her nose was bruised and her face was swollen, and her clothes were stripped off, like a sow piglet about to be slaughtered.
I was completely confused and even asked what was going on.
But the woman didn't answer me. She handed me a knife and asked me to avenge myself and complain.
My eyes suddenly turned red and I rushed towards the killer.
But unfortunately,
In the end, I didn't kill the murderer. I stabbed the murderer three times, one for me, one for my friend, and one for the three hands who had been oppressed by the murderer for several years.
Revenge when there is a grudge, and revenge when there is a grudge.
And before leaving, I even knocked out a big gold tooth of the killer.
"He is a person with a bottom line. After all, he is a descendant of the old Chen family. This matter is settled today."
"Starting today, you come with me."
The woman still dropped the words she said during the day.
"what's your name."
I asked.
"You...you can call me Aunt Hua."
Aunt Hua...
I clenched my fists and said silently.
That is, from that day on,
I followed Aunt Hua all over the country. She took me to many places and walked many roads that I had never traveled before. She taught me how to read and write, and taught me many incredible skills.
Turning over coffins and buckets, distinguishing yin and yang clearly, distinguishing objects from literature,
Even a killing technique.
I originally thought that the people in the small county town who killed their wives were the best bullies in the world, and my three-handed career was like a world that ordinary people could not reach, and I followed Aunt Hua.
I just saw it...
Under the bright sky, there is another unknown world.
Catch the moon in the nine heavens and catch turtles in the five oceans.
I also asked Aunt Hua why she was so kind to me, and whether she knew my parents when she took me in, but she never answered.
Whenever I ask in a hurry,
Aunt Hua’s eyes would turn red and she would reward me with a few big-eared melon seeds.
In the past eight years, I have been to too many places, and I gradually realized that Aunt Hua asked me to call her Auntie, but in fact she was not much older than me.
On the day of my eighteenth-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, Aunt Hua had a rare opportunity to cook a table of delicious dishes, and she called me over.
"How many years have you been with me?"
"Eight years!"
"How much of your skills have you learned?"
"Less than 70%."
I thought Aunt Hua was testing me, so I told the truth.
Hearing the sound, Aunt Hua nodded,
"Seventy percent of the ability is enough. You Chen family are really born to do this. Even if your father is gone, it will still be the same. Xiaoman, don't you always ask me why I want to pick you out from the pile of dead people in the county town? come out?"
"I'll tell you today."
Aunt Hua looked at me with unprecedented seriousness.
"You are not an orphan without roots. Your father's name is Chen Qinghai, and your father's name is Chen Longqing. They are not famous names, but you must have heard your father's nickname. People in the street call your father Chen Sanlianzi."
In a word,
My head buzzed and exploded.
