The three-story building is made of red bricks and green tiles. It has a courtyard but no high-rise courtyard walls. It is oval, has stone steps on both sides, and has twenty-four doors on each floor.
From the second floor to the third floor, there is a long fence outside the door. Young children sit behind the long fence, dangling their calves and chewing bone sticks in their mouths.
One, two, three, four, more than ten, more than twenty, Huang Laosi couldn't count them all.
The buildings are very dense, almost connected together, horizontally and vertically, facing south and north.
Those ragged refugees, yes, they are refugees, with no trace of color on their faces. They gathered in the courtyard under the building, singing and dancing, with smiles on their faces, filled with the kind of smile that should not appear on the faces of the refugees.
smile.
There are several piles of bonfires, with old and broken iron pots placed on them. Yes, chickens, fish, pigs, rabbits, raw, cooked, raw, hung on the wooden frames, cooked, in the bonfire
Above, in the iron pot, no one is fighting for it, no one is grabbing it, and there are jars of pickles, no bark, not even porridge water.
Huang Laosi's eyes were not enough. He looked around and stayed here and there, but no one moved.
He couldn't understand it, but he was moved. At this moment, he was both moved and regretful.
What is touching is that someone did it, someone took good care of the refugees, and took good care of his Chang Chengyou people, the most pitiful refugees among his people.
Regret is, no, regret, extremely regretful, regretful that I did not participate, I only participated in words, but never looked at it, never filled a handful of soil, never sent a bucket of rice, and never held a brick personally.
Watch, be moved, stop.
Huang Laosi raised his head and looked at the strange-looking building.
The child was running outside the house. His little face was not dirty. Even his coarse clothes full of holes were so clean and even tidy.
The woman chased after her, cursing vulgar words, holding a thin stick in her hand, picking up the bone stick thrown by the child on the ground, picked it up, wiped it, blew on it, picked off the minced meat on it, and put it away.
After entering the mouth, continue to chase and curse.
Huang Laosi lowered his head and looked at the ground paved with bricks and stones, which extended to every place, extending to a swaying rattan swing. Several dolls, you push it, I push it, the youngest girl on it is
, giggling and smiling.
Extending to the bonfire, a group of men surrounded an old man. The old man was very thin, but full of energy, recounting memories that had not been mentioned for many years.
It extended to a pond, no, it was not a pond, it was a pond that Huang Laosi could not understand. The pond was surrounded by bamboo tubes. I don’t know where the bamboo tubes were connected, but clean water was dripping.
A few men were soaking in a pool filled with lotus flowers, chatting loudly and comfortably.
Huang Laosi couldn't understand, couldn't understand everything in front of him, and the same was true for the ministers behind him.
Wei Changfeng's eyes turned red, and he nodded violently and kept nodding.
"Good boy, Chu Qing, good boy, Chu Qing is a good boy, good boy."
Like a nagging old man, Wei Changfeng kept talking.
Qiu Wanshan puffed up his chest. This was the first time in his life that he puffed up his chest so hard.
He is the same as the emperor, but also different.
The same thing is that I have never been here, and I have never shed a single drop of sweat while being here.
But he has fought, fought for Chu Qing, everything in front of him, because of Chu Qing, Chu Qing can do all this, because Qiu Wanshan, the right minister of the Ministry of Revenue, has fought before, and when he returns to the house, he can drink wine,
Wantonly proud, proud.
More and more refugees noticed Huang Laosi and others. They saw many people wearing official robes, and their laughter became less and less. The peace and comfort disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The young men in the pool put on their clothes and came out, looking wary.
The women screamed and cursed in low voices and told their children to get back into the house.
The young children hid behind the elders, while the old men whispered instructions and guarded the wooden racks where the meat was hung.
The eyes of those refugees showed disgust, wariness, and even hatred.
These gazes pierced into Huang Laosi's heart.
At this moment, Huang Laosi was ashamed, very ashamed, and ashamed.
His own people actually looked at him with such eyes.
A little girl with pigtails running up to the sky ran up to Huang Laosi and handed over a barrel bone covered in saliva.
"Are you also refugees?"
The little girl made a babyish sound and looked up at Huang Laosi.
Huang Laosi pursed his lips and was speechless.
"My boss said that those who come here are all poor people. The world bullies us. The officials in Beijing bully us. Anyone can bully us, but refugees don't like to bully their own people. You are a refugee, so you can eat it."
Your clothes are neat and tidy, and you don't look like refugees, but we don't despise people who are suffering, and we don't despise people who are suffering."
The little girl doesn't know official robes, but in her understanding, those who come here are all refugees.
Huang Laosi looked at the fragrant pork bones in front of him, and his eyes, which had once looked coldly at thousands of troops, were covered with a layer of mist.
"Young lady, come back quickly." A woman in the distance screamed, holding up the hem of her coarse cloth skirt and running over.
The little girl who was called Youniang turned around and said, "Master Qi is here, don't be afraid."
The little girl was not stupid, so Qi Haoran lowered his head and followed behind Huang Laosi and others.
"You eat." She tilted her head and smiled sweetly, then the little girl stuffed the pork bone into Huang Laosi's hand.
Huang Laosi grasped the greasy barrel bones, and the arms that had killed countless thieves were trembling slightly.
Sun An didn't get any instructions from the emperor, so he squatted down, rummaged around in his arms and sleeves, found a ten-guan silver note, and wanted to stuff it into the little girl's hand.
The little girl waved her hands and backed away: "My boss said that people who give us money for no reason must not be good people."
Sun An blushed with embarrassment, as if he had suffered a huge injustice, and kept shaking his head: "He is a good person, he is a good person, and our family is a good person."
"Thank you grandpa, I can't have it."
The little girl held the banknote back until the woman ran over, then she hugged her thigh and looked at Huang Laosi curiously.
The woman was at a loss and looked at Qi Haoran as if asking for help.
Just as Qi Haoran was about to speak, Huang Laosi shook his head, his voice a little hoarse.
"Uncle Qi, can the students go into the building to have a look? Please lead the way."
His name was Qi Bo, and he called himself a student. Huang Laosi raised his hands, and the officials had complicated expressions.
"Okay, okay." Qi Haoran was also confused and pointed at the entrance of the stairs. Just as he was about to walk over, he quickly stepped back a few steps and showed respect.
"You..." Huang Laosi looked at the refugees, looking at the refugees with wary faces. His mouth was open, but he didn't know what to say. He sighed deeply.
Instead of walking up the steps to the second floor, I entered the first room.
This time, Huang Laosi stopped again.
It is a little narrow, no more than ten steps square, but although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs, including two wooden beds, two wooden stools, a low table, and two pairs of wooden bowls and chopsticks. It is neat and clear at a glance.
Huang Laosi left the house and walked into the neighboring house again, looking at one room after another and one floor after another.
Every room is exactly the same, every room is very narrow, but they are all so neat and have everything you need.
It was obviously the same room and the same building, but as if Huang Laosi couldn't get enough of it, he walked faster and faster with his legs to the next building.
It was also full of laughter and laughter, and after seeing Huang Laosi and others, they also looked wary.
Huang Laosi was both happy and heartbroken.
But he still wanted to look, and every time he looked at it, he became more determined to kill the people who deserved to be killed, those who wanted to frame Chu Qing, and those who wanted to harm his people, Chang Chengyou!