The wind swept the snowflakes, violently sweeping through the mountains, shaking the tree trunks, and roaring with strange sounds on the bare treetops, as if everything in the world was its docile slave, and it could do whatever it wanted.
ravage them and destroy them.:3w.
In the wind and snow, a group of people were trudging hard, supporting and dragging them, as if they would be swallowed up at any time. This was Fan Yongdou's family, who fled north in panic with the Manchus. This was also a helpless move. The Manchus
Without them, the new dynasty would have to punish them, and they would have no choice but to go all the way to the dark side. After Suk Saha and other pioneers, the Fan family still had some savings, and could barely survive at first. Two days later
, the road became more and more difficult to walk, and the climate became colder and colder. The Qing troops who had retreated from Funing caught up again, and after plundering the Han lackeys who had fallen behind, they marched away.
What mink furs, fur coats, vehicles, mules and horses, gold and silver, even the slightly pretty female members of the Fan family cried out and were kidnapped and ran away. At this time, the old traitor's family was ruined and his hands were empty.
Everyone had only walked two or three miles in the knee-deep snow. Their chests were already tight, their eyes were pounding, and their hearts were palpitating. They could no longer move. Looking around, there was still no sign of them. There were ice sculptures hung on every tree.
The branches of trees are scattered and scattered all around. The sky and the earth are the same color, with only the distant roars of wild beasts accompanying them.
After finally seeing a snow nest, Fan Yongdou couldn't hold on anymore and shivered and huddled up. This old guy always took good care of himself. He had been hungry and miserable these days, and his body could no longer bear it. He was wrapped in rags.
Wrapping it up again and again, it still couldn't stop the biting cold.
Fan Sanba knew he couldn't stay for long, but looking at the state of everyone, especially his father, he couldn't leave no matter what.
"I'm going to find some firewood. Let's make a fire to keep warm before we go!" Fan Sanba sighed helplessly and walked hard in the snow, leaving the others in the depression.
"Alas, I can't go outside the Pass." Fan Yongdou looked at his son's back, sighed, and said sadly: "When the weather gets warmer, you can each make a living! Whether you go to the Pass or return to the Ming Dynasty, it doesn't matter. I am the chief culprit.
, His sins are so serious that one death is the end of the world. The new dynasty wants to punish him, but he doesn’t want to kill the nine tribes, right?"
Fan Laoer sat numbly, with his arms hanging from rags and his head wrapped in rags. Those were all beaten by the Manchu master. Who made him reluctant to let go of his concubine? He still wanted to argue and reason!
Ah, a scream broke the silence. Everyone didn't know what happened and got up in fright, except Fan Yongdou who couldn't move.
Fan Laoer heard the words of the scream, and he burst out with astonishing strength, limping over and running over. The distance was not very far, and he saw Fan Sanba's figure.
Rushing closer, Fan Laoer saw some branches and dead grass picked up by his younger brother and thrown into the snow, and what was exposed in the snow was a face and a hand stretched into the air. That was his concubine Yanhong.
With a miserable howl, Fan Laoer climbed onto the snow and dug hard at the snow with one hand. The body was more and more clearly exposed. He was naked, covered with blood-colored ice, and stared blankly at Fan Lao'er with two eyes.
2. It seemed to be accusing him of the atrocities that had occurred.
Crying sounds came from Fan Laoer's mouth, with runny nose and tears rolling down his face, as he caressed the woman he loved most. Did he ever wake up and understand the cause and effect of all this?
…………
The fire started. Everyone gathered around, but no one spoke. They could only hear the sound of wind and the howling of wild animals. Fan Laoer was also quiet. His eyes were a little dull, and he stared at the fire for a moment, and then looked at the snow under his feet and next to him.
, also in an instant. Red and white, tumbling and stirring in his mind.
"You all go back!" Fan Yongdou's voice became weaker and more decadent. "There is no way to get out of the border wall alive and reach Liaodong. If you go back, you may encounter the Ming army chasing after you. As long as you don't die, you will have a chance.
If you raise the buried money, you will have a chance to make a comeback..."
Poof, a handful of snow flew into Fan Yongdou's face, interrupting his words. Everyone turned to look in surprise, but it was Fan Laoer who smiled stupidly and picked up the snow again.
"Silver, Dad, I'll give you some silver." Fan Laoer's eyes flashed with madness, and he grabbed Xue Yang and threw it over, "Look, it's all silver, it's everywhere, it's all from our Fan family. Pick it up quickly.
Where, pick it up quickly..."
"Second brother, you are crazy." Fan Sanba rushed over and stood in front of his father, holding out his hand to stop him.
"Crazy, you are crazy." Fan Laoer's strength was unexpectedly strong, and he knocked Fan San out with his shoulder. He laughed even louder, "If you don't pick up the money, aren't you crazy? Come on!
, Come on, if you don’t pick it up, it will become dirty and stained with blood, which will kill people..."
"Second brother, give me—" Fan Yongdou rolled his eyes in anger, gasping and scolding, trying to get his son to wake up.
"Silver, silver—can be spent, eaten, worn, and saved. Take it quickly, eat it quickly!"
Fan Laoer continued to be crazy, kicking and flying, and the diffuse snow dust made people around him breathless. Then sparks flew everywhere, and Fan Laoer started the fire again, kicking the burning firewood everywhere.
.Everyone screamed and ran away. Fan Sanba and his fourth brother hurriedly stepped forward to stop them. The three of them stumbled and rolled into a ball.
When the crazy Fan Laoer was restrained, everyone discovered that Fan Yongdou was dead. It was unexpected, but it was not unexpected at all. Fan Yongdou would not live for long, everyone could see this. But he died.
In his son's hands, to be precise, during the rolling and fighting between the three of them, Fan Laoer sat down and broke the old man's ribs, ending his shameful life.
Snow, silver; fire, blood. Fan Laoer went crazy, but he realized the root cause of his current tragic situation. Greed for money, unprincipled grabbing, no matter how much wealth there is, will eventually become the retribution of sin.
It's just a matter of time.
So, who can truly realize the limited role of money, and who can understand that gold and silver treasures are not as good as a steamed bun or a glass of water in a difficult situation. Maybe people will wake up only when things are about to happen. Gold and silver treasures,
It cannot be used as food to satisfy your hunger, it cannot be used as clothing to keep out the cold, and it cannot be used as water to quench your thirst. Only when it can be exchanged for something can it have actual value.
The Manchu Qing group that has grown from small to large and has withdrawn from the customs will also face such a dilemma. They have indeed looted and looted a lot of property, but with whom will they exchange food and supplies? Mongolian tribes, just kidding, if they have abundant supplies,
They will not be in a hurry to trade with the Central Plains dynasty; the surrounding countries, well, there is no need to count on North Korea. As for the polar bears, before the Siberian Railway, they were beyond their reach to the Far East. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, novels are better