Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 107

"I was born in the spring of the 42nd year of Wanli, and in the summer of the seventh year of Chongzhen, I was just 13 years old and less than two months old.

What happened that summer, I will never forget it for the rest of my life; if I use the words of some old people, I met a noble person in a catastrophe, and it was the fate that changed my fate. "

Under an old locust tree at the head of the village, Li Siping, who was already white-haired, opened his mouth with only a few teeth left.

Facing the younger generation and the dolls surrounding him, he began to murmur in his mouth.

Even about the above and the following content, he has said it countless times in his mouth, and these people in front of him have heard it countless times.

But as in the past, as long as Li Siping, who is honored as the Fourth Grandfather in the village, talked about these things, the people of Lijia Village would gather around and never tire of hearing them.

Even this year, according to the Tartars, is the 39th year of Kang Mazi.

That happened more than 60 years ago, but everything that happened in that summer, after so many years.

Not only has it not been downplayed, but it has become a legend among everyone's private word of mouth.

Every time after listening to these stories, some young people in the village can't sleep at night, using an adjective from the modern plane, that is:

Sleeping with a knife on the pillow, I wish I could have been born 60 years earlier...

In Li Siping's countless stories, the content is as follows:

I remember clearly, that year we harvested the crops in the field, and I heard that the Tartars broke through from Datong Town and Xuanhua Town, and looted everywhere.

They are like locusts, as long as they snatch all the people they see after crossing the border, rob them of their belongings, resist and yell at the slightest bit, and kill without mercy.

In their eyes, human life is as worthless as weeds on the side of the road.

What would the young and old in Lijia Village do at that time?I can only stay at home, and I beg God to let the tartars not come here; as the old saying goes, good people leave their hometowns and go to other places to seek refuge. How do we ordinary people live?
In the end, begging God was useless. In the hottest dog days in early July, the Tartar army still appeared.

They rode tall horses and opened up the village's earthen fence at once. At that time, my mother saw that something was wrong, so she stuffed me, the youngest in the family, into a small cellar that had been abandoned long ago.

Before covering the wooden boards, my mother told me that no matter what I heard, I must not come out.

I listened to my mother's words, and I survived.

No matter how chaotic it was outside, no one cried or yelled, and the Tartars never found the cellar entrance blocked by straw.

After a day and a night, I was hungry and thirsty, and I couldn't take it anymore, so I secretly pushed the wooden boards open and climbed out.

As soon as I came out, I was scared and sat on the ground.

why?You say the Tartars are robbing things, so let’s rob things, they also kill people.

There are dead people everywhere in the village. I glanced over, my father, my mother, my eldest brother Daping, my second brother Erping, the sister-in-law with a big belly next door, Mr. Li, a boy in his 50s.

Also, many people in the village were killed, and their bodies were everywhere.

Before I left, the Tartars had set fire to the village and it was almost a piece of white ground. When I came out, many places were still smoking.

I'm not afraid of your jokes, how old was I at that time, only one and a half children?

At that time, I was so scared that I sat on the ground and started to cry. After my voice became hoarse from crying, I thought about drinking a few sips of water, and then dug a hole to bury my parents and my two elder brothers.

At this time, there were seven or eight more people in the village, all of whom had escaped from the Tartars.

After hearing my cry, I crawled out from the hiding place, but the big guys don't have the heart to talk to each other at this time.

Everyone was crying and busy, burying their own family members first.

Then together they buried the others.

After I got up from the ground, I first walked to a well in the village, that is, the dead well in front of Old Shitou's house, and wanted to get some water to drink.

When I got to the place, I saw that the inside was full of dead bodies...

When it came to this point, Li Siping was already skillfully rolling a trumpet cigarette in his hand while talking.

After lighting it up and taking two or three puffs, he coughed violently.

Talk!If Yang Dongli and the others saw such a scene, they would definitely find that the old man rolled cigarettes, smoked, and his posture was very similar to their deadly commander.

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Under the light of a bright moon, everything in the countryside is so quiet; even naughty children are attracted by Li Siping's stories.

Without talking or making noise, they all lost their thoughts into that extremely difficult year.

Only in the surrounding area, the crickets' cries, and the voice of an old man coughing and whispering, kept ringing under the big locust tree:

After digging three big pits outside the village, not to mention finding a thin coffin, there was not even a completed straw mat in the village that had been burned to the ground long ago.

There was no other way, so I had no choice but to bury my father, mother and two elder brothers just like that.

Parents are buried together, which can be considered a joint burial.

After doing this, I was confused with a hoe, my family was gone, my home was gone, and the last bite of food was taken away by the tartars.

Next, I don't know what to do?
At that time, the remaining 8 people in Lijia Village gathered under this old locust tree, and began to discuss, what should they do in the future?

Maybe go to Huangtubao to see if you can find some work and stutter there.

But I heard that the city gate has been closed long ago to prevent people from entering.

At this moment, a man riding a tall horse appeared, wearing a tattered mandarin duck battle jacket, which was the familiar attire of the Ming Frontier Army.

After he stopped at the head of the village, he shouted loudly:
"My name is Zhao Fugui, I was originally Suiyudun's Ye Buhui, but this time I saved my life from the Tartars by hiding in Suifengdun.

But my farming parents in Jingweitun were killed by Tartars like chickens and ducks.

The wives and children were all taken away; now they are like big animals, together with our family belongings, being driven out of the pass by the tartars.

Judging by the appearance of you people, you must be similar to me, Zhao Fugui.

Enmity between parents, hatred for breaking the family, what should we do?
The last morsel of food in the family was either snatched by the Tartars or burnt clean by them. There is still so much time to harvest the food next year. How should everyone live?
Let me tell you, don't think about Officer Wang and Zhou Baihu, those old men who are hiding in Huangtubao now.

When they saw the Tartars, they almost peed their pants with fear, and they would only hide behind the walls of Huangtubao in fear, and would not send out a single soldier;

But brother Hu Biao said, since we can't rely on God or those officials, then we have to rely on ourselves.

All of them are gentlemen with handles, instead of crying here, how can they cry the Tartars to death?It's better to fight the Tartars, kill all the Tartars, save the family, and grab the food.

It's a death anyway, if you drag a tartar down to the [-]th floor of hell before you die, that would be a joy, wouldn't it?

Not afraid to scare you, it was just two days ago.

Brother Hu Biao led Brother Dunzhong, and 32 of us in the army, withstood the repeated attacks of the Tartar army, killing and wounding at least 300 Tartars.

Now, all courageous gentlemen should go to Suifengdun to report to brother Hu Biao.

Brother Hu Biao also said that the good wine and meat in his hands are gone now, but the flesh and blood of the Tartars is enough, and he will find the ones that are enough to grow. He will take you to eat a big mouthful of the flesh and blood of the Tartars. "

After finishing speaking, the soldier didn't say anything, he patted his horse and ran towards the direction mark of Majiagou which was farther away.

But at that time, everything was different in my heart.

I felt an indescribable arrogance rising directly from my lower abdomen and rushing directly to the top of the Tianling Gai, giving me strength all over my body.

It was strange to say that the hot and dry weather with no wind for several days suddenly turned into a strong wind.

At that time, I raised my head and looked at the sky, and I could see that in a strong wind, the colorless clouds all over the sky were already floating mightily.

This is in the middle of the flat ground, there is a storm...

(End of this chapter)