Chapter 217 Zhenghong flag (7)

In Manchuria, there is often butter. My ancestors may like to eat milk, mare's milk, as well as cream and cheese.However, after living in Beijing for several generations, this habit of breastfeeding gradually disappeared.In my generation, I only remember that everyone used almond tea and noodle tea for breakfast, and even those who could afford milk, such as the father-in-law of the uncle and sister, would not easily go to the milk shop.Only my aunt still went to drink once in a while, but it was just to show that she could afford it.As for feeding dolls with milk, it seems that I have never heard of it.

This is hard for me.I was about the same as the crown prince when we were babies, and we had to eat enough to sleep obediently.I can't sleep because I can't eat enough.My mother didn't have much milk, and milk and milk powder were unknown in those days.So, even though I have some talents, I can't help showing my love for crying.As soon as my stomach was empty, I burst into tears, but not many tears.My aunt called this crying method "dry howling". She hated this howling, and predicted that I would bring disaster to everyone. In order to reduce my howling and my aunt's anger, my mother had to buy some Yangcun cakes to cover my little mouth.Therefore, my eldest brother-in-law often mocked me later: A child who grows up eating paste probably won't win the champion of martial arts!As for my aunt, whenever she hit me with a cigarette pot, she also thought my head was not hard enough.

My aunt doesn't have superhuman wisdom, and her prophecy is just to hate me for crying.However, those who pay a little attention to the big things will see that the hungry cries of the children are the harbinger of the big storm.Yes, listen, when I was howling, how many children from all over the world were crying because they were hungry, cold, sick, or sold out! The Yellow River kept flooding, like falling from the sky, tsunamis and landslides rolling downstream, looting the fields, knocking down the houses, taking away the cattle and sheep, and sending tens of thousands of men and women, old and young, into the sea.In places without floods, there has been drought year after year, farmers have collapsed in patches, and many babies have starved to death in their wombs.Yes, my wailing seems to be echoing with the roar of the Yellow River and the wailing of the victims.

At the same time, in Beijing, Tianjin, and every major metropolis, there are shouts of domineering, sycophantic and obsequious flattery, cries of vending officials, gamblers who spend huge sums of money, cooking sounds of bear's paws and humpbacks, The joyful sound of Cilangyu, the sound of chains in the prison, and the sound of whips, boards and sticks in the court all converge in one place. It seems that there is only a wall between "Heaven" and hell, and the distance between carnival and tragic death is unimaginable. Imaginable debauchery and unimaginable pain coexist at the same time.At this time, the sound of the invaders' cannons was still faintly heard, and the sound of dividing up China was rippling in the air.At this time, the gnashing of teeth and the curse of tyranny and traitors, and the voices of hatred for invaders, in the countryside and towns, are like a frenzy. The purest and kindest peasants can't bear it anymore. Find a way out!

It was when I couldn't stop crying that we heard the name "Boxer" (later changed to Boxer). The older the shopkeeper Wang is, the more he likes to say: I have to go home and have a look!However, for the past three years, he has given up his vacation home to the younger guys.He was too lazy to move.The more he misses home, the more he loves staying in Beijing.Beijing seems to have a magic power that makes him not know what to do.He often said that the old bones had to be buried in his hometown.However, if someone asked him: Is it not good to be buried in Beijing?Nor does he seem firmly opposed.

He loves his little son the most.In his mouth, Shicheng (the name of his youngest son) seems not to be a boy, but some kind of standard.When referring to the year and month, he always said: in the year when Shicheng was born, or in the third year after Shicheng was born... .When talking about the height of things, he also said: Yes, it is higher than Shicheng, or one foot shorter than Shicheng....Incidentally, ten costs are ranked third, but "three percent" means poor harvest, hence the name ten percent.None of us have ever met Shicheng, but everyone who knows Shopkeeper Wang seems to know Shicheng too.When people ask him if he has received any letters from home, they always ask: Have you received any letters from 100%?

It was the busy summer season, and Wang Shicheng came to Beijing suddenly!Shopkeeper Wang was both surprised and delighted.The joy is that not only is my son here, but he is also well-grown, his stature is a head taller than his father's, even though he is only two years old.To my surprise, my son had no luggage, was covered in mud, and had several pieces of his jacket torn.He hurriedly took his son to buy a ready-made blue cloth trousers coat and a pair of blue cloth double-faced shoes, and then went to visit two or three Manchu and Han families to exhibit his son.Two days later, I don't know what Shicheng said, and shopkeeper Wang stopped the tour exhibition.However, the neighbors in the neighborhood already knew the news, and kept asking: Why didn't you bring Shicheng to our house?Look down on us?This moved him, but also made him a little embarrassed, so he had to stop making general visits without stopping the tour altogether.

It was already afternoon, and my mother was washing clothes under the shade of the west; I was half awake, half asleep, half hungry and half full in the stars, lying and wrapping my fingers; Dog flies, the Wang family father and son have arrived. "This is 100%!" Shopkeeper Wang simply introduced. Mother asked them to sit in the house, but they refused, so they had to talk in the yard.In summer, our yard is indeed more decent than the house: the two jujube trees have some green leaves, no matter whether they bear dates or not.The few jasmine trees growing on their own along the base of the wall are particularly lush this year.Because he bought me more cakes, my father only bought one five-color plum tree this year, but it took a lot of effort to bloom.There are little swallows flying in the sky, and one or two red or yellow dragonflies occasionally come to the courtyard.There are a few clumps of rabbit grass on the house. Although it is not good for the roof, it is very green and gratifying.All in all, there is quite a lot of fun in our courtyard.

Although the weather is already quite hot, the shopkeeper Wang is very polite, and he still wears a gray cloth shirt that blows the sky.Ten percent of the trousers and coats are new, the trousers are too long and the coat is too short, but they all give off a hot and fierce indigo smell in unison.Mother gave shopkeeper Wang a small bench, and he sat down, looking at Shicheng carefully.100% of them said they "have kung fu" and refused to sit down no matter how much they gave way. Mother had been rehearsed by her natal family and her in-laws' family. Although she didn't like to be talkative, she always had an appropriate set of words when relatives and friends came, and the reciprocation was natural and decent.Yes, on weekdays, she would have inexhaustible words to discuss the weather with Shopkeeper Wang.Today, for some reason, she couldn't find anything to say.She looked at shopkeeper Wang. Shopkeeper Wang's eyes were always fixed on Shicheng's face and body, as if there was something about this young man that made him uneasy.Ten percent, like a small solid pine tree, standing there, taking root, only the two big hands seem to have no place to rest, and they are lifted up for a while, and then fall down for a while.His facial features are straight, his eyes and forehead are shining, but his mouth is tightly shut, determined not to speak unless he can.Mother didn't know what to do, and even forgot about the weather topic.Dazed for a while, Shicheng suddenly squatted down and put his hands on his cheeks, as if he was thinking about some very important problem.

At this time, the second brother Fu Hai came.The rhubarb dog immediately became active, bouncing and running, until the mother said: "Rhubarb, settle down!" Rhubarb returned to its original position to continue catching dog flies. The second brother sat down, ten stood up, opened his tightly shut mouth, and called "Second Brother" with a half-smile. The second elder brother took a black-faced, brown bamboo fan and fanned it for a long time before saying: "100% I've thought about it, let's forget it!" "Forget it?" Shicheng looked at his father, then at his second brother. "Forget it?" He swallowed hard. "That's what you said!"

Mother didn't know when Shicheng got to know Fu Hai, and she couldn't understand what they were talking about, so she went to make tea for them. Shopkeeper Wang said while thinking, so he spoke slowly: "Ten Cheng, I don't even look up to foreign cloth coats, let alone foreigners and foreign teachers! But..." "Father!" Shi Cheng is in the new pants Shang wiped the sweat from his palms: "Father! You haven't been in the country for many years, you don't know what we have suffered! Big Maozi listens to Er Maozi's urging, and officials listen to Big Maozi's orders. An ordinary person is not as good as this dog !" Shicheng pointed to Rhubarb. "I hate Ermaozi the most, they forgot about it!" Shopkeeper Wang and the second brother were silent for a while. "Yes, there are some who have not forgotten their roots!" The second brother said with a smile, which was not natural. "The one who has forgotten the original is Da Maozi's relatives!" Ten percent of his eyes were fixed on the second brother's, and the second brother quickly pretended to look at a "flower cloth towel" on the jujube leaf. Shopkeeper Wang still said very slowly: "You have...but not...!" The second brother hurriedly added: "Come on, young man!" Shi Cheng's eyes were on the second brother again: "Don't call me a young man, I am not young at all! I have practiced boxing, I have practiced swords, and I have also practiced how to avoid swords and guns! I am not afraid of anything! I am not afraid!" "But, you didn't win!" The second brother sneered. "No matter how confident you are, the officers and soldiers will always help the morons beat you! You have already suffered!" Shopkeeper Wang took the words: "Yes! That's the bill!" "I don't accept this account, I don't accept this account! If I lose, I will fight again!" After Shi Cheng finished speaking, he closed his mouth very tightly, and his cheeks moved slightly, probably because he was gritting his teeth. "Ten percent!" Shopkeeper Wang said patiently: "Ten percent, listen to me! Let's stay here first! Take a look first, and then make a move after you understand it, okay? I'm so old, With you in front of me..." "Yes! 100%! Your father is right!" The second brother admired 100% in his heart, but it was inconvenient to say rebellious words in his mouth; he was a banner soldier. Shicheng squatted down again, without making a sound. The second brother opened the fan, closed it again, closed it and opened it again, making a light and crisp sound.He was very upset.Consciously or unintentionally, he asked again: "Ten ten percent, how many people do you have?" "There are too many! There are too many bones..." He gave the second brother a hard look. "It won't work in Shandong. Let's go to Zhili and keep going to Beijing!" Shopkeeper Wang stood up suddenly, almost shouting: "Don't say that!" Mother brought tea.But Shicheng didn't say anything, stood up and walked outside.Mother was holding the teapot and stood there in a daze. "Go ahead, I'll pour the tea!" The second brother took the tea set, pushed the mother away, and at the same time let the shopkeeper Wang sit down.Just now, he was so overwhelmed by 100% righteousness that he could barely speak; now, only shopkeeper Wang is left, and he speaks more: "Treasurer Wang, drink the bowl first! Don't worry! I will help you keep ten become!" "He, he's here, okay?" Shopkeeper Wang asked. "He's neither a robber nor a murderer! I've heard about the Boxer Rebellion in Shandong! I've also heard that the people at the top are not allowed to mess around! Ten percent of the time, since he's come here, don't tell him to go back. Here, if we enlighten him, he is honest and honest, and no one else will ask the bottom line!" After the second brother finished speaking in a hurry, he returned to his usual Zhuge Liang demeanor. "Call him honest?" Shopkeeper Wang smiled bitterly. "He's right, we can't persuade him!" The second brother lowered his head again.Indeed, 100% is right! "Hey! Shopkeeper Wang, I want to be just a painter, not a banner soldier, and I too..." Shopkeeper Wang also sighed, and walked out slowly. The mother came over and asked the second brother: "Second brother, what's the matter? What's wrong with 100%?" "No! No!" The second brother's face turned red. He is sometimes naughty, but he doesn't like to lie. "It's okay! Don't worry!" "I think there is something wrong! You should help shopkeeper Wang more!" "must!" At this time, my aunt came back from the West Temple with "Little Liben".My aunt was worried about the money and was too embarrassed to make the trip for nothing, so she only bought a pack of Hu salt for brushing her teeth. "How is it? Second child!" My aunt asked with a smile. According to the rules, the second elder brother would always reply: "Listen to you, old lady!" But today he couldn't muster up the energy to make up a dozen or so.Ten percent of the appearance and words are still in his heart, making him uneasy, ashamed, and not knowing what to do. "Old lady, I still have something to do!" He replied with a smile.Then he said a few more perfunctory words, and slapped his thigh with a fan: "I really should go!" and walked out. Out the street gate, he slowed down.He has to think about it.Like the princes of that day, he didn't know much about the world situation.He only knows that foreign countries are very powerful.However, no matter how powerful foreign countries are, he is a little unconvinced.Therefore, he admired it 100%.However, he also guessed that the imperial court would never allow 100% to offend foreigners, and 100% if they did it stupidly, they would definitely suffer.He is a banner soldier, should he face the court?Or toward ten percent?His heart seemed to be entangled with several strands of hemp rope, which could not be torn apart.His body was sweating, his coat stuck to his back, and his socks stuck to the soles of his feet, making it very uncomfortable. In a daze, he came to the door of Bianyifang.He couldn't decide, to go in or not to go in. It just so happened that 100% came out.Seeing the second brother, he was quite sure, and his mouth was tightly shut again.His air seemed to say: Are you going to arrest me?OK, let's do it! The second elder brother smiled, and said in a low voice, "Don't be suspicious of me! Let's go! Let's talk!" Shicheng's lips moved, but he didn't say anything. "Don't doubt me!" The second brother said again. "Let's go! I dare to act!" Shicheng followed his second brother to the north. They walked quickly and arrived at Jishuitan in a short time.It is very quiet here, there are only two or three fishermen on the edge of the reed pond, and none of them make a sound.Two children came running, and then ran after a dragonfly.The second brother found a rock and sat down, wiped the sweat from his brow, Shicheng squatted down beside him, staring blankly at the slightly moving reed leaves. The second brother needs to explain himself first, so that he can tell the truth 100% of the time. "Ten percent, I also hate the foreigners who bully us! But, I am a banner soldier, how to send and how to do what I do, I can't do it myself! But, in case one day, before the two armies, you and I are on the right path Now, I'll never shoot you! I, 100 percent, lose my job and earn a living, I'm a painter!" "Painter?" Shicheng looked at his second brother and followed him. "Ask!" "I don't ask about church affairs." "What teaching?" "Aren't you a gossip sect? Don't you tell outsiders what happens in the sect?" The second brother smiled smugly. "Look, I am the White Lotus Sect. Ordinarily, we are brothers!" "You are the White Lotus Sect who dare not beat foreigners! Don't talk about my brothers!" The second elder brother thought that they could be more intimate with each other because of this kind of relationship, but he didn't know that he bumped back, and his face turned red. "I, I'm reasonable!" "If it's reasonable, it's reasonable. Why do you involve the White Lotus Sect?" "Forget it, forget it!" The second elder brother took a deep breath. "Tell me, what are you going to do!" "I'm leaving! In my hometown, our whole village was bullied by big boys and two boys, and we rebelled! We broke up the officers and soldiers, and many people died! I We have to go back, find our friends, and do it again! Foreigners, officers and soldiers, fight together! We have the same heart, we are justified, and no one can stop us!" Ten set up, looking into the distance, as if to see at a glance Shandong to go. "Can I help you?" The second elder brother loved this fearless young man more and more.He was born and raised in Beijing, and he has never seen such a simple, clean, and forthright person as Shi Cheng. "I'm leaving right away, you go tell my father, let him understand that if you don't fight or kill, no one has a way to live! Let him understand that I am not doing evil, I want to do something good! Will you? "Shicheng looked directly at the second brother's eyes. "Okay! Okay! One hundred percent, you know, my ancestors were not afraid of war! But, now...forget it, there is no need to talk about it! Let me ask you, do you have any money?" "No! No need!" "Why don't you need it? Who will give you a sesame seed cake for nothing?" The second brother's witticism came again, but he quickly controlled it. "I mean, you need some money to travel." "Look!" Shicheng unbuttoned his coat, revealing a red cloth belt that had been soaked in sweat. "With this, I won't be hungry!" After finishing speaking, he quickly buttoned up his coat again. "But, let Er Maozi see it, let the officers and soldiers see it, then..." "Yes!" Shicheng laughed heartily. "Didn't I quickly fasten the buttons? Second brother, you are a good man! If the officers and soldiers are like you, we will be much smoother! Hmph, one day, we will even ask the emperor to bow his head!" "Ten percent," the second brother took out all the coins, "Take it, don't let it go!" "Okay!" Ten percent took the money and went. "I'll count! Write down this account! After all the foreigners are driven away, I'll go home and farm, and I'll return the grain to you!" He said while counting the money. "Hanging all four!" He stuffed the money in his arms. "Goodbye!" He walked east.The second brother rushed over, "Do you know the way?" Shicheng pointed to the tower of Deshengmen: "Isn't that the city gate? Let's talk when we leave the city!" Ten percent are gone, but the second brother is still standing there.This is a relatively cool place, with water, trees, reeds, and a small earthy mountain that is not very high.The second brother felt that it was getting hotter and hotter.He sat on the rock again.The more I thought about it, the more wrong I became, the more afraid I became; my head was sweating again.Anyway, a bannerman shouldn't support a rebel!He felt that he was not shrewd at all, and that he had made a great mistake!If 100% were caught and confessed to him, what would he do?If the head is not beheaded, the flag status must be removed and sent to Xinjiang or Yunnan! "Not at all! Not at all!" He comforted himself. "If something goes wrong, you can turn bad luck into good luck by spending money on sports!" Thinking of this, he felt that he didn't sympathize with the rebellion, but took it for granted-anything can be used for personal gain and fraud, and money can be bought Officer, redeem your life.What kind of system is this?He has never read classics and history, but he has heard a lot of Beijing opera and storytelling. Which dynasty didn't collapse because of indecency? Besides, 100% of them want to beat foreigners.A man with a conscience can't help but admire him, how much he has been bullied by foreigners!He doesn't know anything else, but he can't forget the Sino-Japanese War and the burning of the Old Summer Palace with the British and French allied forces.He calms down.If it is 100% reasonable, he is also reasonable, and a reasonable person feels comfortable in his heart.He stood up slowly, wanting to find shopkeeper Wang.After walking a few steps, he stopped again.not good!can not go!He promised to go to Shopkeeper Wang and help him keep 100% of it!Besides, shopkeeper Wang is quick-spoken, and will go around saying: "My son has escaped, and Fu Hai knows the truth!"This will not work! However, instead of comforting Shopkeeper Wang, telling the old man to look for his son everywhere is not right!How to do it? He hurried home and wrote a letter with his left hand: "Father Jin An: My son went home to farm, and I was afraid that the adults would not allow me to go back, so I left without saying goodbye. I will report the matter on the way when I get home. My son nodded." Finished and sealed, the second brother said "no!" and quickly opened the letter again. "Ten percent can write but can't? I don't know!" After thinking for a long time, he couldn't make up his mind, and finally: "Forget it, this is it!" He glued the letter again, and decided to go to Bianyifang after dark The door, stuff it in through the crack.