"You, who are you?" Lu Shoushan was shocked. He didn't expect that someone could find this place. He hurriedly hugged Xu Shounan behind him.
"Monster, monster!" Six-year-old Xu Shounan was so frightened that he cried loudly.
"Han?" Liu Sheng asked as soon as he heard that the other party was speaking Chinese.
"I'll do it. Their accent is like my family's accent," Wu Siyu said. He is from Yangzhou.
"Fellow, my hometown is Yangzhou, where are you from?" Wu Siyu walked closer and asked, he deliberately adopted a Yangzhou accent.
"Dong, Dongtai." Lu Shoushan couldn't help but get excited when he heard that the other party's accent was also from Northern Jiangsu.
Wu Siyu continued to explain: "Fellow, don't be afraid. We are not bad people."
Lu Shoushan asked tentatively: "So, are you officers and soldiers?"
Wu Siyu shook his head and turned to ask Liu Sheng, "Who should we say we are?"
"Overseas survivors." Liu Sheng stepped forward to check the situation in the hut. "Hey, there are two more here!"
"Overseas survivors." Wu Siyu repeated to Lu Shoushan. He saw the little boy behind Lu Shoushan peeking at him, so he took out a compressed biscuit from his pocket, bit it with his teeth and tore it open. He squatted down,
Holding it in one hand, he spoke to the little guy with a smile in the Dongtai dialect he had learned: "Little Nabao is so pretty, and is covered in pond dust. Are you hungry? This is for you."
Compressed biscuits mixed with fat and dairy products have an alluring aroma wafting in the dry and cold air.
Xu Shounan, who was attracted by the aroma of the food, looked at the weird man in front of him, hesitantly stretched out his little hand, and when he came close to him, he took it with a strong hand.
Everyone's eyes were dazzled when they saw the child grab the biscuits, turn around and get into the hay shed.
"Brother Guo (Brother), Brother Guo (Brother), there is something to eat, you eat, you eat." As he said this, he stuffed the biscuit into Xu Funan's mouth.
"I'm seriously ill. Oh, the fever is quite severe." Liu Sheng gently touched Xu Funan's forehead, then turned to look at Pan Xiucheng who was huddled in the hay on the other side.
"The young one is quite sensible." Liu Shengtou leaned out of the hay shed and asked Lu Shoushan, "What's wrong with this brother?"
"Just for fun." Lu Shoushan wiped his tears and answered in confusion. He just heard Liu Sheng and Wu Siyu talking about "overseas survivors". Are they from overseas? Not officers and soldiers?
Wu Siyu said to Liu Sheng: "It's just malaria."
At this time, Wang Yuanfang said to Lu Shoushan: "Fellow, come with us. We have food and medicine there."
Lu Shoushan asked hesitantly: "Where to go?"
"Not far, in the south, south of the island." Wu Siyu lifted Lu Shoushan up from the ground and patted the soil on his body.
"You, you..." Lu Shoushan hesitated and couldn't decide.
Liu Sheng was so anxious that he took off his helmet and exposed his thick head. When the others saw it, they also took off their helmets to let Lu Shoushan see.
"Did you see clearly? We don't have pigtails." As he said this, he walked up to Lu Shoushan and lowered his head to let the other person see.
"You, are you a monk?" In these days, only monks would shave like this. Lu Shoushan was dumbfounded.
"Bah, bah, I'm not a monk." Ding Guofeng shouted.
"Stop being so nagging, let's go quickly. If it's too late, neither the child nor the adults can be saved." Liu Sheng said impatiently.
"Liu Sheng, you carry the adults. Wu Siyu, you carry the youngest child. Zhao Liang, you carry the one with the fever." Wang Yuanfang didn't want to waste any more time here and quickly ordered everyone to leave for the camp immediately.
"Fellow, can you still leave?" Wu Siyu stood up and asked Lu Shoushan.
"Do you have anything to eat with you? Give me something to stutter and I can leave." Lu Shoushan asked very embarrassedly, and there was a "gurgling" sound in his stomach.
When Wang Yuanfang heard this, he immediately took out a piece of compressed biscuit from his vest pocket and put it in Lu Shoushan's hand.
Lu Shoushan took the biscuits and followed Wu Siyu's previous example, tearing open the bag with his teeth. He took big bites and finished them in two or three bites.
"Let's go." Wang Yuanfang waved his hand, and everyone got into the forest again and hurried towards the camp.
Zhao Xin was sitting in the RV, writing and drawing on paper, thinking about the type and quantity of supplies for the next purchase, and preparing for the trip north before spring.
Little A Miao was playing with Duofu in her arms.
The weather is very good today. The sun shines in from the window and makes it warm.
When Zhao Xin was thinking about which day to leave home, he heard a shout from outside.
"Master, Master, Master Liu and the others are back!" Li Ji ran all the way to the outside of Zhao Xin's car and shouted through the door.
Zhao Xin stood up suddenly, picked up his coat and got on the boat. He walked to the door in a few steps, opened the door and got out of the car, and walked towards the east gate of the camp.
As soon as he arrived at the gate of the camp, he saw Deng Fei running fast in front of him dozens of meters away, with five other people behind him.
"Why are you still carrying someone on your back? It turns out there is someone on the island!" Zhao Xin was shocked.
Zhao Xin took a few steps forward, grabbed Deng Fei who had just stopped, and asked hurriedly: "What's going on?"
Deng Fei took a few breaths and said, "It's the thatched hut I found yesterday. I found them there. The two elders and the younger ones are both sick, and two of them have high fevers."
"who?"
"I don't know. But they look miserable."
"Quick! Quick!" Liu Sheng carried Zeng Xiucheng, who was struggling on his back, and shouted to Zhao Xin as he ran, "Save the child first!"
"Put them all in the car!" Zhao Xinchong said to Liu Sheng.
More than half an hour later.
Sheng Kaishu and Liji quietly got out of the car. As soon as they closed the door, a group of homeless people surrounding them came up and asked, "Master Sheng, what's going on?"
"Well, my lord said that they are escaped slaves from the Qing Dynasty, and they have tattoos on their faces. I heard that they escaped from a place quite far to the west." After saying this, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.
He then said to Liji: "Put another tent according to your instructions. Let them install the stove, bedding, and prepare firewood."
Li Ji nodded and immediately found someone to help.
In the car, A Miao opened her big bright eyes and looked worriedly at Xu Shounan, who was sitting opposite. The little guy was drinking rice porridge. Zhao Xin didn't let A Miao get the dry rice, for fear that the child would eat it badly.
I had no stomach, so I asked the kitchen to cook a pot of porridge.
A Miao looked at the tattoos on both sides of Xu Shounan's thin face. She couldn't understand what the tattoos were. She stretched out her hand and touched it tentatively and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Xu Shounan looked at A Miao in confusion, not understanding what the other person was saying. Now his attention was on the porridge in the bowl, so he lowered his head to eat again. After a while, the small bowl in front of Xu Shounan was empty, and he raised it
Start looking at the cute girl in front of you.
"Isn't it enough? I'll serve it to you again. But you eat too much, it will fill your stomach."
Xu Shounan didn't understand what A Miao was talking about, so he had to turn his head and look at Wu Siyu again.
"A Miao, give him another half bowl. Don't eat any more after eating." Zhao Xin, who was checking Xu Funan's temperature, glanced at Xu Shounan's appearance, and then ordered A Miao.
"Hai." A Miao agreed, taking Xu Shounan's bowl and going to the stove in the car to fill him with half a bowl of porridge. Xu Shounan shyly took the bowl from A Miao's hand and continued to gulp it down.
And started to eat.
In the kitchen hut, Lu Shoushan, who was brought over by Liu Sheng, was squatting on the ground, holding a large bowl of rice with some pickles sprinkled on it. Wan Zao's wife gave him another hot fish soup and put it on it.
in front of him.
Lu Shoushan was like wind and clouds. After a few mouthfuls, a large bowl of rice was eaten, and there was only a little bit of fish soup left. Then he looked at Shino eagerly, and a group of women who were watching looked at him with their eyes wide open.
This is so delicious! I ate five big bowls of it.
"Eat, serve it to him!" Liu Sheng waved his hand at the side, and Shino quickly filled another bowl of white rice, which was piled high.
Lu Shoushan poured the remaining fish soup into the rice and started eating. When Wan Zao's wife saw it, she quickly picked up a large piece of pickles with chopsticks, caught them with one hand, and placed them on Lu Shoushan's rice.
Lu Shoushan raised his head and glanced at the other party gratefully, then lowered his head to deal with the food.
"Good guy, you've beaten me three times in this fucking meal." Liu Sheng shook his head and sighed.
"It seems that I have been hungry for too long." Wang Yuanfang said while holding a cigarette and looking outside.
Soon, a full bowl of rice went into Lu Shoushan's belly again. This time he stopped asking for more rice. He stood up and handed the bowl and chopsticks to Shino, then touched his belly with unfulfilled interest.
"Are you full?" Liu Sheng asked with a smile.
"Seventy percent full. I haven't eaten rice in years." Lu Shoushan said with a smile.
"Huh?" Liu Sheng's jaw almost dropped. After eating six large bowls of rice, he was only seventy percent full!
"Where is the young master? I want to see the young master." Lu Shoushan wiped his mouth with his tattered sleeve and said to Liu Sheng.
"Don't be busy yet." Liu Sheng smiled. "I'll take you to change your clothes. Look, your clothes are torn and turned into rags."
After a full meal, Xu Shounan sat in the warm car. Soon his eyelids began to fight, and after a while, he leaned on the chair and fell asleep.
Zhao Xin carefully lifted up the six-year-old little guy, gently placed him next to his brother, and covered him with a quilt.
On the other bed in the car, Pan Xiucheng, who had taken medicine and had A Miao feed half a bowl of porridge, was feeling better and was sleeping peacefully.
Zhao Xinchong made a silent gesture to A Miao and Wu Siyu, and the three of them came outside quietly.
"Master, that child is so pitiful. There are cracks on the back of his hands and feet, as well as the older one." A Miao's eyes were a little red and she whispered to Zhao Xin. "Master, the patterns on their faces are
What is it? Why do both adults and children have it?"
Zhao Xin said in a deep voice: "Tattooed face and hair."
"What?" A Miao blinked, she couldn't understand the master's answer at all.
Tattoo punishment, also known as ink punishment and tattooing, is one of the five ancient punishments. It is the longest-used corporal punishment in Chinese feudal society. Historically, it was not used until the revision of the "Qing Dynasty Code" in the 32nd year of Guangxu's reign in the late Qing Dynasty.
Completely abolished, it has been used for thousands of years; the most familiar ones are Wu Song and Lin Chong in "Water Margin".
The reason why this kind of punishment can last for so long is actually the shame culture in Confucian culture at work.
Zhao Xin did not explain to A Miao anymore. He turned to Wu Siyu and asked, "Where are they from?"
"Dongtai. Next to Taizhou."
"oh."
Zhao Xin took two steps to the side, took out a cigarette and handed one to Wu Siyu, who shook his head. Zhao Xin lit it himself, took two puffs, and sighed: "What a sin!"
After a while, Liu Sheng and Wang Yuanfang came over with Lu Shoushan who had changed his clothes, followed by Li Ji.
Most of the clothes Zhao Xin bought were in small sizes. As a result, Li Ji searched for a long time before he found a pair of medium-sized clothes for him. Then he found a pair of large-sized shoes for him, replacing the original pair.
Single shoes tied with rag strips and urala grass.
Lu Shoushan, who had changed into warm clothes, felt much more at ease. In his eyes, how could any officer or soldier let the captured escaped slaves eat and drink well, and also change into new and warm clothes?
"Fellow, are you full?" Wu Siyu looked at Lu Shoushan approaching and asked with a smile.
Zhao Xin also turned around and looked at each other with a smile.
When Lu Shoushan ran back to the camp just now, he had noticed that the six people who brought him back came to Zhao Xin and said something. He felt that the man in front of him was the big leader here.
"On behalf of the two young masters and my brother, I would like to thank all of you for your help." Lu Shoushan knelt down on the ground with a pop, kowtowing as he spoke.
"Fellow, what are you doing?" Zhao Xin and Liu Sheng were closest to Lu Shoushan, and they helped him up together. Zhao Xin bent down and patted the dirt on Lu Shoushan's newly changed trousers.
"Don't wander around. Both children are asleep. The older one has taken medicine and his fever will go away soon. The younger one has eaten enough and is sleeping with the older one." Zhao Xin looked at Detective Lu Shoushan.
He tilted his head and looked behind himself, and quickly explained.
"Master, are you a bannerman?" Lu Shoushan opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhao Xin blankly.
"Ah?" Zhao Xin was stunned.
"You speak better Mandarin than Mr. Dutong. When I was in the capital, the officials and adults I met were..." Lu Shoushan's voice became lower and lower as he spoke.
By the way, among the seven modern people like Zhao Xin, only Zhao Xin is purely from Beijing.
Although Liu Sheng's family is also from the capital, their family moved from another place when Liu Sheng was a child. In addition, Liu Sheng joined the army after graduating from high school and worked in other places after he retired. Therefore, Liu Sheng's accent does not sound the same.
Not like people from Beijing.
"When did I become a banner man?" Zhao Xin rubbed his eyebrows, feeling very depressed.
Beginning in the seventh year of Yongzheng's reign, those prisoners who were exiled to Jilin Wula, Ningguta, Bertune, Sanxing, and Heilongjiang changed their tattoos from one cheek to both cheeks. The reason for this change was that in the past, they were only tattooed on
The refugees had charges tattooed on their left faces. At the same time, due to the cold climate in the Northeast and the difficulty of survival, a large number of refugees fled. And when these people were captured, it was difficult to tell where they escaped because there were only charges on their faces.
So with Yongzheng's permission, all prisoners exiled to the Northeast from now on would have their crime tattooed on the left cheek and the place of dispatch on the right cheek, with both Manchu and Chinese characters tattooed on them. This way, even if they run away and are caught, they can immediately confirm where they came from.