Thousands of years

Chapter 103 Huaxia Storm Blows Landmines
"If you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood." Everyone set off to walk down the hill, but the old uncle intentionally stayed behind, uttering his words while there were few people.

He Qinglian is not young anymore, the truth is understandable needless to say, and it was not because of anger with Master the night before that he sat away from the crowd.

Life and life, survival and remembrance, which is more important, needless to say, in He Qinglian's eyes, there is nothing that can't convince him - nothing is more important than life, but... obviously escaped a catastrophe, why? To cease to exist on such an ordinary night?

In a trance, He Qinglian's thoughts went back to last night when he couldn't figure it out. Master took the clothes and put them on himself, and murmured: "Master..."

"Sister, sister, wake up!"

He Qinglian heard the voice of his own little sister, and before he opened his eyes, he realized that his arms were numb and painful. Looking around, it turned out that he fell asleep while fiddling with the abacus, and dreamed about the past.

The moon is bright outside the window, and there is still a bit of pungentness on the lips.The trance of just now completely faded away, and He Qinglian suddenly realized that five or six years had passed in the dream, and the master he was muttering in his mouth also left him two years ago because of an illness in winter...

Over the years, from the beginning of getting used to the light food in Hangzhou and not being used to the hotness of Sichuan, to doing as the Romans do now, even the local accent has changed by three points. In retrospect, He Qinglian can't count the hardships of these years.

"Mother, mother!"

A few calls brought He Qinglian's thoughts back to reality again, and then looked at his little sister, knowing that the latter couldn't stop the two young children who were fond of playing around, so she came into the room and woke herself up.

Don't look at An Xia, the younger sister who was born a little later than An Hua, but now she is much more sensible than the latter bastard. Seeing that her mother is busy with the accounts, she has no intention of making a fuss.

On the contrary, it was An Hua, who hadn't cleaned up the ink stains on his hands, and bumped into his mother's arms, causing He Qinglian to be helpless for a while: "An Hua is good, go study hard, a brother shouldn't be a role model... Mother The things here are not finished yet, don't make trouble with your aunt."

"Hua'er, Xia'er, you go out first, and mother will accompany you after finishing her work."

Although the current situation on the battlefield has been reversed, the trampling and exploitation of this land by the great powers for more than ten years cannot be changed in a short time. ?
As a result, He Qinglian has long filled the account book full of entries with all kinds of scattered expenses. Only by careful calculation can he guarantee the life of his family and even the mechanics who came with him.

"It was not easy for a big factory to relocate at that time, but at least there was support." After hearing what my grandfather said, An Ji sighed, "It is a rare avant-garde consciousness for such a small machine shop to think that it will not fall into the hands of the Japanese invaders."

"Coupled with these migrations that rely purely on manpower... I really can't imagine how they survived at that time."

Speaking of this, An Ji certainly understands that the story of grandpa is not as simple as coaxing him to sleep, but also wants to let himself make a decision, so he can't help but say to himself: "What should we do to be worthy of them?"

"Qing Lian...it's our family who is sorry for you." Sometimes, parting always happens so suddenly, and Ning Shouyun's father just left everyone in one autumn day.

In the past seven years, I have not received a single word from Ning Shouyun, and I don't even know where Ning Shouyun is. extravagant hope.

"Sister, death is like a lamp going out, don't be too sad." Since the death of the Ning family's father, only the elder sister is left by the old man. He Qing'an understands how my sister is feeling now.

It's just that even now, He Qing'an still doesn't have a good impression of the Ning family, whether it's because Ning Shouyun took away his elder sister's concern for him, or because Ning Shouyun disappeared shortly after the elder sister's child was born. ——Who knows if he used the military as an excuse to find someone else to be his wife?

"Qing'an, you go out first, I'll be quiet..."

After leaving home for many years, people around him passed away one after another, and the moment of tranquility was gone. He Qinglian was full of hesitation in his heart. He raised his eyes and saw the locked wooden box beside him. He just stood up and walked slowly. Move to the front of the crate.

The wooden box was the dowry prepared by the master for He Qinglian. Because of the layer of lacquer painted on the surface, the wind and rain along the way a few years ago did not cause the wooden box to be corroded. In the house, the eyes are full of old friends...

The box was locked, but there was nothing special inside.In other words, for He Qinglian, this thing is not hard to come by - the half-piluo lay quietly in it, and there was a tear mark nearly five or six inches long.

"Sister, come out quickly, I really can't control An Hua anymore!"

"Sister!" He Qingan, who is in her 20s, is still a child under the protection of her sister. Of course, she can't control the child who is at the age where cats dislike dogs. On He Qinglian.

"You come into the house, just don't talk to him." He Qinglian was in a state of confusion when thinking about old things, how could he have the mood to take care of his unreasonable children?
"The more you get used to him, the more he will make trouble. When you come into the house, just don't talk to him, he will be fine in a while..."

Don't look at He Qing'an's distaste every day, only saying that An Xia followed his mother, and An Hua looked like their father Ning Shouyun. At this time, he still made ten percent of his aunt's identity.

No matter how annoying he was, He Qing'an never really cared about it. He was afraid that the child would be stolen or cheated by others, and then he would feel sorry for his sister?
"Sister?" Handing the restless An Hua to the old uncle who can take care of the naughty child, and then picking up the smart and sensible An Xia, He Qingan followed the sound and went into the house to find his sister. When it comes to the latter, there is a bit of temptation in the words.

"Sister? I'm taking..."

"Just come in, what else can I hide from you, sister?"

In two or three steps into the room, she put down An Xia who was in her arms, He Qing'an never said that she would forgive her elder sister.

"Back then, sister..." Times have made these people who rose from suffering more mature, but in front of their own family, they are still immature children who can always act like a spoiled child. Take it on yourself, where did you tell my little sister?"

Knowing the kindness of her little sister, He Qinglian just smiled: I am still alive as an older sister, so where is it my turn to go to my little sister to support the family?What's more, when my mother left, she repeatedly told me that the elder sister was like a mother, and no matter what she said, she couldn't make the family disperse!
Glancing at the still half-open wooden box, and then looking at the ledgers and abacus on the table, He Qing'an lowered her eyebrows and pushed An Xia out silently, presumably she had some private matter with her sister. talk.

"An Xia, go, go find your brother, your aunt and mother have something to talk about." Sisters naturally have a good understanding, and He Qing'an doesn't even need to look at him, as a sister, he can guess the former's thoughts thoroughly, " Mother talked to your aunt, and then went to find you."

"Yeah!" The little girl went out bouncing around, vaguely showing the carefree appearance of her aunt when she was a child, only to see He Qinglian, the mother, miss her for a while, and sighed in the spare time.

Fortunately, it was An Xia who was brought into the house instead of An Hua. At this time, it was inevitable to complain that her mother was always talking about playing with the two of them, but most likely she had no time to fulfill it.

"Just talk about your sister and me, without thinking about yourself. Isn't it because you refuse to tell the children those troublesome things?"

He Qinglian had known for a long time what his little sister was going to say to him, so he preemptively made fun of him, trying to make the two of them laugh out of the hesitation in their hearts, but they only ended up laughing without concealing their sadness.

"Sister!" He Qing'an was a little ashamed and annoyed, "Sister really thinks I'm still a child? A girl from an ordinary family has already become someone else's wife at this age... I am not young, so I can naturally take care of things. "

"Didn't sister herself be a child back then? Take me, who was ignorant in the previous issue, to find Master."

"Sister can do it, but now Zensheng underestimates me, little sister?"

The two sisters are all for each other's good. Although they don't mention it in words, no one knows the other's good intentions in their hearts, and they hope to repel each other with their own cold words.

"Business is not good during this time, my sister knows it without telling me."

After all, the one who dared to speak was the winner. As soon as He Qing'an said this, she was called a sister and had no place to argue, and the frequency of blinking slowed down a bit.

"I moved here from a wealthy land in the south of the Yangtze River, and the young men here are all rushing to the battlefield. Naturally, no one can afford to buy Luo. Now the family can maintain their livelihoods, and it depends on sister's hard work. , and everyone uses some small crafts to make money."

"So, what do you think..." Turning his eyes to his little sister, He Qinglian had to admit that he had underestimated her little sister's ability all these years. The little girl who used to cry until her legs went weak, has long since To be able to hold up this home side by side with myself.

Looking back on everything that happened back then, He Qinglian didn't know whether what he did was right or not--Master's machine shop said it was a big deal, but it really fell into the hands of others and turned into a gun for his own people.
He Qing'an could understand the hesitation in her sister's heart, and looked at the latter with her eyes, wanting to use her eyes to give people strength: "Sister did nothing wrong."

"Back then, the Luo Ke in the machine shop was not only sold in the HZ market, but many of them also flowed into the hands of the rich and high-ranking officials' wives in the concessions. If it was in our own hands, then the little Japan entered the HZ market and did it. What, it's not like my sister didn't see it!"

"Didn't the machine shop where Song Jin was made be burned down?"

"Those little Japanese even took the industrial factory as their own... a lot of silver dollars became theirs!"

Workers will not survive if they don’t work. Even if they die with the mentality of sacrificing themselves and not letting that little Japan take advantage of it, there will be times when they are coerced by their family members and have to do it as a last resort.

The factories that remained in the coastal area and did not move inland were destroyed, and the rest were occupied by Little Japan, and the people undoubtedly became tools for enslavement.

One He Qinglian may not have much impact, ten or one hundred He Qinglians, and finally commercial, industrial and even education, tens of thousands of He Qinglians...

There was a loud noise outside, and He Qing'an's words came to an abrupt end.The two sisters sat and stood, staring at each other in this small and cramped space, and did not speak for a long time.

Before leaving the room, He Qingan's eyes lingered on the half-opened wooden box at the side: "Sister, there will be a day when I will make up a whole piece for sister!"

He Qinglian didn't wait for a response, and the latter was only at this moment, and once again wandered into the void: that half-hearted, is a regret, but it is also a memory.

The memory is that He Qinglian and Ning Shouyun met ideally, and finally fell in love with each other day by day, and had a pair of children belonging to the two of them.

The memory is that when He Qinglian couldn't come up with half a silver dollar, he was also reluctant to pawn the half horse, but when he saw a passing soldier wearing single clothes in winter, he ruthlessly tore off half of the horse and exchanged it for money...

"Sister! Sister, An Hua and An Xia are back!"

"Mom, Mom, Xia Xia and I are back, why didn't we cover our clothes when we fell asleep?"

There are old things in dreams, maybe people are old, and their minds are full of what happened in the past, so that when talking to children, they always say: "I think about the past..."

Seeing her mother waking up with confused eyes, not paying attention to the needle loosely held in her hand, Ning Anxia was anxious, and her tone was somewhat urgent: "Mom, you are not afraid of hurting yourself, since you are tired, take care of yourself." Rest, why bother to sew these again?"

"Mom, look at your hands are hurt!"

The nagging who used to be a mother and aunt was afraid to say a little less, but now the nagging has become a child, but the mother seems to have not listened at all, and she can't catch her breath in a daze.

Seemingly obsessed with old dreams, or drunk with reality, He Qinglian just felt that everything was in a trance, there was no sound of gunfire in his ears, and a not-so-short building was even built in the distance, which was indeed unprecedented in that era in his memories.

"who are you?"

He Qinglian's question really frightened An Xia. What did the mother dream about?Unable to recognize herself: "Mom, what's wrong with you, I'm An Xia!"

"An Xia, An Xia..."

"Ah, An Xia." Chewing these two words repeatedly, He Qinglian seemed to want to rely on these two words to think of something, but in the end he just smiled like a child: "Mom is joking with you, why is Mom?" Do you know An Xia?"

Although she still found it strange, Ning Anxia didn't want her mother to continue to be nervous, so she pretended to be relieved, and said angrily, "Mom, don't scare me and brother all the time!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

While tea and dinner were hilarious, An Hua and An Xia didn't see anything abnormal about their mother, but they didn't feel at ease after all, they just avoided the latter and held on to their aunt.

He Qing'an couldn't resist, so he could only tell the facts he knew: "Ever since I met the uncle who was with your father that day, your mother would talk to me about old things from time to time... It's like living in the past."

(End of this chapter)