Traveler Major League

Chapter 286 Memories
Wang Zenglun covered his head, his mouth was extremely thirsty, he picked up the cold drink on the bedside table and drank a lot. This was the sequelae of a hangover. In the end, he didn't know how much he drank yesterday. He only remembered that there was still a certain amount at the beginning. In the second half, I thought about my wife and children not being around for so long, and I felt depressed. I drank too much before I knew it, and I didn't even know how I got back.

Seeing that it was already three o'clock in the morning outside, I scooped out a basin of water from the water tank and gave my face a cold bath. Then I felt better and felt a little hungry again. I opened the door and wanted to find some breakfast, but I never wanted to stand in front of the door for a while. A soldier.

"Cui Nengwu? Why are you here?" Wang Zenglun asked in surprise.

"Investigator, I, I, didn't you make an appointment for me to come to you today yesterday?"

Wang Zenglun patted his forehead and then remembered that before he got drunk last night, he held Cui Nengwu and chatted for a while. What exactly they talked about, but now he can't remember. He vaguely remembers asking Cui Nengwu to come to him.

Wang Zenglun was quite blushing as he forgot the agreement and made people wait at the door for an unknown length of time.

"Please come in, please come in, I'm so sorry, I drank too much."

"It's okay, it's okay." Cui Nengwu even entered the room in a serious manner. Even if he was sent to the third world, he would definitely have a military attitude.

This made Wang Zenglun even more curious. He quickly took out his camera and set it aside to turn on the video mode, and started chatting with Cui Nengwu.

"Where is your home?"

"I heard that you were among the first batch to join the People's Army?"

"Can you tell me about your military experience?"

Cui Nengwu was a little shy, and Wang Zenglun's words reminded him of his hometown.

Cui Nengwu's hometown, Lijia'ao, is very small. If you shout from the entrance of the village, you can hear it at the end of the village. Basically everyone in the village has the surname Li. As a small surname, Cui Nengwu's family has learned from his father's life experience. Honest, duty-bound, law-abiding, hard-working and hard-working like a donkey.

However, the family is still so poor that they don’t have quilts. In winter, the whole family can only rely on loose wheat straw to keep warm.

When Cui Nengwu was born, everyone in the village crowded in front of Cui Laojia's door and surrounded him. It wasn't until the baby's cry came from inside that everyone said "Okay" in unison.

In this big-ass village, any happy event for a family can be a rare source of conversation in the village, no matter how far or near it is.

Lao Jian was drilled, squeezed, bumped, and kicked, but as a single family in the village, he had absolutely no dignity in front of the villagers, so he was almost pushed out of the crowd.

Lao Frame didn't pay much attention to this matter, but he was a little anxious. Not long after, a cheerful cry came from the house.

"A baby was born!"

At this time, Lao Frame finally got into the deepest part of the crowd and became proud. This was his third son. The more boys he had, the easier his family's life would be in the future.

"Another one! There are three men in my old Cui family!"

Time passed by, and Lao Jian's third son did not bring much status to his family. On the contrary, he became poorer. Coupled with successive years of natural disasters, the debt owed to Mr. Li became more and more. In a thatched hut, the family If you are crowded together, you can move as little as possible. If you move less, you can save more food.

It wasn't until Liu Ze led his group of hungry people to break up the Li Family Ao, put Old Mrs. Li on trial, and divided the land and wealth, that the Old Cui family had the slightest chance to change their lives.

Liu Ze recruited soldiers, and only those who became his soldiers would have priority in sharing property. In the Ming Dynasty, if you set up a recruiting flag, you will have people who will feed you, and besides, you can't survive at this time.

However, Liu Ze's agitation did not achieve full success. At that time, there were two types of soldiers recruited. The ones with the best treatment were the standing soldiers, who were the main force who followed Liu Ze back and forth. The second ones were the soldiers stationed in each village, who generally did not leave the village. .

The three Cui brothers stood in a row.

The boss rubbed his dirty left foot against his muddy right foot. He looked like a coward who couldn't be beaten with a stick, even worse than Lao Jian.

The second child, on the other hand, was just the opposite. He kept looking around at the bustling meeting outside the door with his eyes rolling around. Finally, because he was young, his spine had not been crushed by poverty.

The third child looked like the elder again, with his head shrunk. He was fourteen years old, but he still looked like a fool. He looked at his father nervously, kept wiping his nose with his sleeves, and stared at the movements up and down in his father's hands. rattan.

Fortunately, Lao Jian put down the cane, "Boss is like me. He stays at home and doesn't get involved with those thieves. In case the court blames him, he can keep a seed. Second, second and third, you go to be the militia of Mr. Liu's family. Second brother, you Take care of the third child and go with him to take care of him. "

The second child looked at the third child with disdain and couldn't stand his stupid look. But Lao Jian hit the second child's paw with a cane, "Look after your brother!"

Lao Jian was very proud of his dignity among his sons, although outside he was just the opposite.

The third child watched the cane swinging around, his legs trembling and his mouth trembling.

This kind of cowardice made Laojiang furious: "Our family is poor, why did we give birth to you three? The boss is a boring gourd. He is still a bachelor in his twenties. He can't speak well. The second brother, you are also a fool. You can't even work in the fields. You can’t even do the farm work, third child, you stand up.”

Cui Nengwu trembled more and more violently.

Without saying a word, Lao Jian picked up the cane and walked to the wooden bench beside him. Cui Nengwu stuck his buttocks out with a look of grievance on his face.

This big deal was settled, and I signed up that night.

Cui Nengwu covered his butt with one hand and held up his pants with the other hand, and he and several young people around him were examined by Liu Ze.

"Name?"

"Cui Lao Er." Lao Er pulled the person behind him, "This is my brother, Cui Lao San."

"You don't have a proper name?" Liu Ze scratched his head while holding a pen. This was the first person called the Second Brother or the Third Brother, he couldn't even remember.

"You." Liu Ze looked at the two people in front of him up and down, pointed at the clever second son and said, "From now on, your name will be Cui Nengwen."

The stiff and dull man behind him was even taller than his second son, with prominent and tight muscles. Liu Ze decided, "Let's call you Cui Nengwu."

A group of young people who don't know their future look at each other in confusion. It can be seen from their walking posture that they don't know where to put their hands and feet. They are almost all the same people.

Being old-fashioned and honest does not mean being stupid. There are these little clever things to be careful about.

He has three sons. The eldest son, Cui Nengwen, and Cui Nengwu, the second son, are all serving as militiamen. At the age of 14 or 15, they are the age when I have to live in poverty. They hang out in the village militia to earn a living. They are stationed in the village anyway. .

Thanks to these two sons, Lao Jiang got the first quilt for his Lao Cui family. It was thick and had a lot of cotton.

Lao Jian looked at his two sons lining up, his eyes full of worry, "Why did Mr. Liu change their names?"

The quilt is warm and the donkey is strong.

When Liu Ze was in the village for a few days, all the militiamen gathered together and lived together. It was not until a few days later that they announced that they were going to attack Dujiazhuang that they were allowed to go home to pack their belongings and explain themselves.

"What did Mr. Liu do to you today?"

Cui Nengwu was a little hesitant. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. Only when he plucked up the courage, Cui Nengwen said before him: "Master Liu said that everyone comes from different places, all for the same purpose." This is a sacred mission. From the day we were born, we have shouldered such a sacred mission, which is to protect our family, protect our lives, protect our property, and fight against all reactionary forces. fight."

"What do you mean?"

"I, I don't know either." Cui Nengwen scratched his head. He has a good memory and is good at rote memorization.

"The master has asked us to carry a lot more."

"The head of the family said he would make decisions for us poor people and rob the landlords of their money and property..." Cui Nengwu forgot his words.

Cui Nengwen then said: "Robbing the rich and giving to the poor! Doing justice for heaven! Don't be afraid, murder and arson will be punished! The second brother Wang is responsible for the huge disaster!"

Cui Laojiang chuckled and rubbed Cui Nengwen's head: "Brother Wang, just hold on and work hard. Maybe he can go to the city and become a white servant."

Cui Nengwu was stunned, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. He obviously had no confidence in being a white servant.

(End of this chapter)