Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 662

Chapter 662: Hard Small Stone

It's a sunny and windy day!

Stone was hiding behind a rock on the hillside, almost greedily licking a piece of kraft paper.

His beloved Dahei was grazing on the hillside not far from the stone.

Shitou is only seven years old this year, but he is already the main labor force in the family. He can carry water for the family, and can also go to the mountains to chop firewood alone. Then when the sun is high, he will carry a bundle of dry firewood and rush home to cook for his sister. Good meal.

It's not because the children of the poor are parents early. No matter how poor the mountainous areas are, children aged seven or eight can only help the family with some farm work and housework within the child's ability.

But the stone can't do it. His parents left him after contracting a strange diarrhea disease two years ago.

Because of medical treatment, almost everything that could be sold at home was sold. Except for a stone house that could provide shelter from wind and rain, Shitou's 60-year-old grandfather left a five-year-old grandson, a one-year-old granddaughter, and a The female black sheep was the last property of the family that the middle-aged couple would rather die of illness than sell.

It's not that black sheep can be fattened and eaten for meat, but because ewes have milk, the weak and sick little sister cannot eat whole grains. Without goat milk, the little girl will starve to death.

The middle-aged couple chose to exchange their own lives for the life of their daughter.

The old man, who is over 60 years old, can only watch his son and daughter-in-law tortured to death by illness, and he also has to take on the responsibility of raising two young grandchildren.

Fortunately, the children of the poor have become parents early. Although the five-year-old Shitou is still so small, he is far more mature and sensible than other children of the same age. In just one year, he can do almost everything that adults can do, except for those heavy physical tasks. .

Although the villagers were also very poor, they tried their best to lend a helping hand, and the family finally did not collapse completely.

Shitou's little sister has goat milk and has withstood two winters. Although her health is still not good, every time she uses her sleeves to wipe the sweat of Shitou who is returning from carrying firewood, she makes a milky sound. When he said: "Brother, you are tired, please take a rest!" The child who had to bear the weight of life that he should not bear at his age felt that it was all worthwhile.

His biggest dream is that his grandfather and little sister can be happy every day. Seeing them smile, his young shoulders will not be afraid of peeling off no matter how much they do. .

This late autumn, Dahei was already pregnant. Shitou hoped that Dahei could give birth to a lamb, and then wait for the lamb to grow up and sell it to Aunt Zhou in the west of the village.

I used the money I exchanged to make some cloth for my grandpa to make some clothes, and yes, I also need to make a pair of shoes. Grandpa's pair of cloth shoes have already become rotten. They have been **** with straw ropes for the past two months to completely wear out the uppers and soles. separate family; separate family;

I also need to buy another red headband for my little sister. Her braids are all tied with thin straw ropes woven with gold thread. Uncle Zhao, the only educated man in the village, once said in his story that in ancient times, when girls were sold, They all had grass stuck in their heads. After hearing this, my little sister cried worriedly for several nights.

She was not afraid that the straw rope would not look good, but she was worried that her grandfather and brother would not want her.

Shitou is very sad. He must earn enough money to buy a hairband for his little sister so that she will not worry so much.

This was Shitou's biggest dream after entering autumn, but the dream was shattered by sudden changes.

Two days ago, groups of uncles carrying guns and wearing military uniforms appeared. They told the villagers that the Japanese were coming, and asked everyone to pack up their things and hide deeper in the mountains.

Shitou has never read a book at all. The farthest place he went was a town six kilometers away. That was when he took Dahei up the mountain to eat grass and shot a pheasant with bright feathers with a slingshot. Naturally, the whole family was Reluctant to part with food, the six or seven-year-old child went to the town to exchange for a small packet of salt.

That was the farthest road he had ever walked. Naturally, a child in a mountain village had no idea what kind of creature the Japanese were.

Let alone stones, even uncles and aunts don't know a lot about them.

Fortunately, there is an Uncle Zhao in the village who has been studying for several years. According to his description, the Japanese are the descendants of the Japanese pirates who plundered the coast hundreds of years ago. They are typical bandits, committing murder and arson.

The villagers have heard Uncle Zhao tell the story of Qi Jiguang's fight against the Japanese for decades. When they heard that the descendants of such bandits had broken into the mainland, of course they were still afraid.

At least half of the people took their families to seek refuge with relatives further away in the mountains.

But there are still some people who choose to stay, mostly old people. Firstly, they want to watch the door, and secondly, it is winter, and letting them eat and sleep in the mountains is undoubtedly asking for death.

As for Shitou's family, the oldest one and the youngest one, they have nowhere to go, so they can only choose to stay.

Seeing this situation, the uncle who led the troops had no choice but to ask the villagers who remained in Qinglongling Village not to go down the mountain, lest they be seen by Japanese troops who might enter the mountain.

The old people refused to leave, and the military uncles did not use force to drive them away. This was also due to the special terrain of Qinglong Territory.

The reason why Qinglong Territory has this name is because it is the first section of Qinglong Mountain and is called the head of Qinglong Mountain. Shuangxi River turns a corner here and merges into Wuliang River. If you stand at the highest point of Qinglong Mountain Looking at it, it looks like a green dragon laying down its head to draw water.

The side of Qinglong Ling facing the water is a cliff with a height of more than 30 meters. The other side is a rocky **** with jagged rocks and countless vines and shrubs. There are only two roads on the left and right to go up the mountain to the village. The trail can be used by mules and horses.

Village people have to walk down hundreds of meters of rugged mountain roads to plant crops or carry water, which is extremely inconvenient.

Logically speaking, this place is not particularly suitable for human habitation, and it is most reasonable to move to the foot of the mountain.

But the ancestors of the Qinglong Territory had their wisdom in choosing to live in the inconvenient mountains. What they feared most in the mountains were not jackals, tigers and leopards, but natural disasters.

There is a mountain stream several meters wide here that provides water necessary for human survival. However, this mountain stream, which brings water and plump fish to the mountain people, may bring disaster in summer. Once the rain is abundant, Flash floods can cause huge waves in flat areas, destroying people's houses. Moreover, if you choose to live in the mountains, you can also use the terrain to prevent bandits from plundering.

Most of the mountains are made of stone houses, and there are also stone walls. As long as the bandits are not impatient and organize young men to defend themselves, they can basically be repelled.

Such a mountain village that is almost secluded from the world. As long as you don't observe it closely, you can hardly detect its existence.

Therefore, the sergeant who came to urge the villagers to evacuate under Leng Feng's military order did not force the remaining dozens of people to leave with guns, but strictly ordered them not to go down the mountain and not to light a fire for cooking in the past few days.

Shitou liked the uncle who led the team up the mountain very much, although he had a cold face and almost never smiled.

But Shi Shi could clearly feel the sparkle in his eyes when he heard his name. When he touched his head, his palms were warm, like a long-lost father's warmth.

Of course, what Shitou cannot deny is that the reason why he likes his uncle is because the uncle gave him a candy, which was wrapped in brown paper. At first glance, he could see that he had hidden a lot of milk candy in his purse for an unknown amount of time.

Stone had never eaten candy, and of course he didn't know what toffee was. That was what his uncle told him personally.

“This is the toffee that my brother left for me. Here it is for you, Shitou!” Shitou always remembered the way his uncle looked at the toffee and himself with pity in his eyes.

“What about your brother?” Shitou asked the uncle subconsciously.

“He's dead!” The uncle gently rubbed the stone's head and looked at the sky. "However, he is good. He did not embarrass my Leng family."

Although he couldn't see the uncle's face, Shi Shi knew that he was crying.

He looked up to the sky, but the tears still rolled down his cheeks and fell on the stone head, hot!

However, what Shitou didn't know was that the cold uncle in front of him had not shed tears for a long time.

To this day, I see this child with the same name as his brother, who is also walking hard with the burden of the family.

Memories that had been forcibly sealed came out like a flood, burning the strong Chinese soldiers, who could no longer restrain their sadness.

yes! He missed his brother, the boy who stubbornly picked up a gun and wanted to avenge his family. He was so young.

Although the small stone in front of him is not his stone, they all have exactly the same characteristics. They are willing to give everything for their family.

Shitou knew the sadness of the cold-faced uncle and that his younger brother died fighting Japanese bandits. He clumsily wiped away the uncle's tears with his little hands and told the cold-faced uncle in a slightly childish voice that when he grows up, he can help him. He fights Japanese bandits.

The cold-faced uncle smiled. It was the first time Shitou saw him smile in such a long time.

He is very happy.

The cold-faced uncle liked Shitou very much, and Shitou was extremely grateful to him. The uncle not only gave him candies that made his little sister smile as brightly as a mountain flower, but also gave him a few big cakes. Grandpa and little sister didn't have to go hungry at least for the past two days. I'm pregnant.

As for him, he only needs a piece of bread mixed with a few mouthfuls of cold water, which can last him two days. Shitou has experience in this regard.

It's just that people can survive for a few days by starving, but pregnant Dahei cannot.

　　The winter hay prepared for it could not satisfy Dahei's appetite at all. Dahei, who also knew that she was going to be a mother, bleated at home every day, and looked at Shitou in prayer, which almost broke Shitou's heart.

Stone knew that Dahei needed grass, otherwise the lamb in his belly would not be safe.

Grandpa's new clothes are gone, and the hair tie that my little sister has been hoping for for a year is gone. Maybe Dahei will die too.

Dahei is my younger sister's wet nurse. Her parents are almost dying of illness and are reluctant to sell it. She is the fourth member of Shitou's family and the whole village knows it.

Therefore, in this afternoon, Shitou did not listen to the warning of the soldier uncle who hurried over last night, and secretly took Dahei down the mountain to the sunny hillside opposite the village, where there was a small amount of grass for Dahei to eat. full.

Then, the **** sheep that was grazing on the grass suddenly raised its head and began to bleat in a panic.

Happiness licked the brown paper stone and poked his head out, and saw a dozen guys wearing yellow military uniforms and holding guns running from three directions.

Stone's breathing suddenly stopped!

The brown paper slipped from his hands.

That's it, Japanese bandits!

(End of this chapter)

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