Heavy snow covered the mountains around the county town in silver.
However, no one would be interested in singing or reciting a poem at this time.
Puzhou County is surrounded by mountains and has never had a guard station.
There were no Jin Yiwei who could arrive here, who were already few in number, and no soldiers from Jinhua Mansion came.
In front of the city gate, the ground was trampled and flooded. Snow mixed with mud was so wet and muddy that 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 covered with sheds made of wooden sticks and dead leaves and thatch.
The cold air couldn't hide the rancid smell here.
The thinly dressed people were hiding in thatched shacks, most of them huddled together in families.
However, this does not bring them any warmth.
Young children and elderly people were surrounded by adults, but their faces had slender cracks like spider webs, and blood and muddy water were mixed together, black and red.
The purple lips could no longer spit out much white smoke, and they trembled silently when a gust of wind blew.
There is no light or waves in people's eyes, just pairs of eyes and faces.
All numb and confused.
They know they were born here, but they don't know where they will die.
Most likely, he is going to die here.
The atmosphere of death filled the four gates of Pujiang County.
At this time, several men wearing thick cotton coats and tight sheepskin furs held gongs in their hands and started ringing in the thatched huts.
The person at the head was beating the gong, and the four people behind him had two bulging cloth bags on their shoulders. They also had the same cloth bags on their hands.
There is food in there.
The new grain harvested just 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, a few quarrels began to sound. They were very weak and were swept away by the cold wind.
The team that beats the gongs does not stop and moves along the route every day.
On the side, there began to be a sizzling sound of mud being trampled, accompanied by a few coughs.
Then came the cry of a child.
There were also the sounds of women cursing and crying.
It seemed that these few voices had ignited the cold stagnant water around them, and countless voices began to sound.
The man who beat the gong frowned slightly and finally stopped.
In front of him was a man holding a girl with a bun.
There were several pieces of tattered clothes on the man's body, of different sizes, which made the man's body look a little cramped. His black, red and purple face was covered with cracks, and his eyes were filled with numbness and anticipation.
The half-grown girl, who must have been styled by her mother in a flat bun, was only wrapped in a jacket that was clearly an adult's. Her usually watery eyes were now filled with a hint of uneasiness.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
The man held the child and knelt in the cold and biting mud.
He didn't dare to raise his head, but hugged the girl tightly and begged in a low voice: "Five dou! Just five dou! She is eight years old, can work, can serve people, and does not cost food!"
The man who beat the gong walked up with a stick in his hand and raised the girl's chin to face him.
Then he clicked his tongue, with an inexplicable smile on his face.
Then under the gaze of the man who stretched his head to look at him.
The man who played the gong said calmly: "Three Dou."
"Three fights...nothing can be won in three fights...nothing can be won in three fights..."
"She also has an older brother and a younger brother, and they all have something to eat... they all have something to eat..."
The man who played the gong immediately took a step back with a look of disgust on his face and looked around at the crowd that was no longer full at some point.
Most of these people hold children, big or small, in their arms.
Perhaps it was because of the cold or hunger that the children did not cry.
The children hid in their parents' arms and stared blankly at the man and child kneeling on the ground.
"Five dou? That was the price the day before yesterday. It's only eight years old. If it's used too hard, it will break. It's worthless."
After finishing speaking, the man who played the gong seemed to think of something, and added: "If you don't sell three dou today, you might sell two dou tomorrow. If your family doesn't sell it, others will sell it today."
The man kneeling on the ground held the child tightly in his arms, and chanted tremblingly: "Five buckets...Five buckets will not make it...Four buckets! Only four buckets!"
The man who beat 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, she will last forever!"
"As long as you give me three buckets, my house will be sold!"
"And my family also sells three buckets!"
"Me, me, and me!"
"..."
In the surrounding crowd, some people began to come out with children in their arms.
Someone even dragged a woman from behind the crowd into the crowd. The woman kicked the mud all over the ground into the air, as if to echo the flying snow in the sky.
The woman kept shouting, but the man strangled her neck and pulled her arms.
The man came to the front.
The woman was still heavily on the ground.
There was some ferocity in his eyes.
"Er Dou!"
"Easy to use, Run!"
The man who played the gong leaned up and looked down: "The skin is loose, one dou...and a half, I'll give you half a dou."
"good!"
The man agreed.
Behind the man who was beating the gong, a man took out a dou and measured out a dou and a half, no need for extra straps. The man who brought the woman had already stepped forward with his robe in hand and took the bucket and a half.
When he left, he took a deep look at Na Dou with some dissatisfaction.
That bucket is very small.
With someone taking the lead, in the blink of an eye, there were five or six half-year-old girls around the man who was beating the gong.
A person's bag of food is empty.
There is an extra rope on the hand, and the woman and the girl are all tied 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.
"Did you see? I don't need your girl. Three dou means three dou, not a penny more, not a penny less."
The man kneeling on the ground clenched his teeth, and cries could be heard in the distance from time to time.
He seemed to hear his son's cry.
Heartbroken, the man raised his head and dropped the girl in his arms at the feet of the man who was beating the gong.
"Three fights is enough!"
As he spoke, the man took out a cloth bag from his arms, carefully opened it, and raised it in front of the man who was beating the gong.
The man who played the gong raised the corner of his mouth slightly and turned his head.
The cloth bag filled with food landed on the man's empty bag.
"You're a murderer!"
"Hey! I will fight with you! You thief has no eggs and is selling my daughter!"
Suddenly, a woman wearing only a single piece of clothing rushed out from the crowd on one side, holding a wooden stick in her hand and letting the man hit her.
This side was caught off guard.
Rice bags were scattered on the floor.
The woman was already wrestling with the man kneeling on the ground.
It was as if the confusion was contagious.
The surrounding victims looked at the food mixed in the muddy sewage and rushed towards them like crazy.
For a moment, everyone on the scene was on their backs.
Bang bang bang!
Dang, Dang, Dang!
"Who is so bold as to cause trouble again!"
A group of Pujiang County's third shift police officers suddenly jumped out of nowhere.
The knife that was shown was so frightening that they snatched food, and the chaotic victims calmed down one after another.
"unlucky!"
The man who beat the gong cursed lowly and glanced at the servant who came over.
The officers immediately threw aside the woman and man who were struggling together in front of them.
"I gave you the food, most of the bag, and I lost money."
"Your women will also have to pay compensation."
The man who beat the gong said something more, and the guards dragged back the woman who had just been thrown aside.
The woman and the eight-year-old girl were strung on the rope.
"Everyone, stand down. If you dare to cause trouble again, you will be guilty of treason!"
The officers guarded both sides of the men's team, flashing their knives and forcing the surrounding people back.
And the man who beat the gong took a step forward.
They were missing a few bags of food, and there were seven or eight more girls and two women in the team.
And in front of them, there were more thatched shacks.
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