Chapter 6 Section 5 Infighting and massacre

The next day, I secretly told Angkor about my idea of ​​going out.Ever since I saw the scene where Angkor pleaded for me, I felt that he was an absolutely reliable person.Angkor said that he also had this idea a long time ago, but considering that the money was still in the hands of the gang leader, he was unwilling to run out empty-handed like this, with a son and a daughter at home still waiting for him to support. I said, I don't need the money, just get out quickly, everything will be fine after I get out. Angkor said that he was not reconciled, he was not reconciled to giving all the money begging for these years to the gang leader.

Angkor also said that he only wanted his share of the money, and after getting the money, he would go home and build a small two-story western-style building in the village.After dinner at night, he moved a wicker chair and sat on the roof, smoking the leaves of dry tobacco. No, he stopped smoking tobacco at that time, and changed to filter-tipped Hongtashan; when he saw the plane flying overhead, he followed The pilot said, "Give me one too, man." I said, the pilots don't want your cigarettes, and smoking is not allowed on the plane. Angkor said seriously, let him take it home and smoke it!What are you afraid of?Brother is rich!

I thought of that crazy woman, and I asked why there was a woman in the Angkor manhole. Angkor said that this woman was also a beggar in the past. Another male grass flower head found her sleeping in the park at night, kidnapped her, brought her into the manhole, and dedicated it to the leader.Afterwards, she became the gang leader's woman, and a woman only the gang boss could touch. No one knows where the crazy woman's family is, and no one knows her experience, where she came from. I think the woman in the mansion's manhole may have been thrown into the provincial capital from other places, and then kidnapped by beggars and sent in. Until now, it can be seen that she is very beautiful.Has she ever had a husband?Could her parents have been looking for her?Does she want to live in the manhole for the rest of her life?To be the boss's lust tool for the rest of his life?

Later, when I came to a city in the south, I deeply felt what is called humanized management and what is called people-oriented.Once, I went to the aid station for an interview, and there happened to be a reporter from the TV station that day.I saw a tall and neat building, in which there were all mentally handicapped people, ranging from elderly people in their 50s to children a few years old.The rescue station first sends these mentally handicapped people to rehabilitation centers for treatment. Some of them can alleviate their illnesses, while others can't.For those with mild illnesses, we will ask their family members to pick them up after knowing their family conditions; for those whose family members are in financial difficulties and have no money to come to pick them up, the rescue station will take the train for several days and nights to send the mentally handicapped people home; If there is no slight relief, they will always live in the relief station.

Under the same blue sky, on the same land, in the words of Brother Fan Weiwei: "Why is there such a big difference in being a human being?" Angkor's dream is to go home.He said that he often dreamed of a pair of sons and daughters waiting for him at the door of his house. He also dreamed in summer and in winter.In summer, the child's skin is tanned, and in winter, the child's hands and feet are cracked. I said, since I miss home so much, I should go home quickly.You are the boss, no one is watching you, you can leave whenever you want. Angkor said that his money is still with the gang leader, and he cannot go home until he has the money.There is no good home anywhere, "a cow on 30 acres of land, a woman and a baby on a kang head".

I don't know if there are any wives in Angkor, and I didn't ask.He only told me about his son and daughter, never about his wife. Angkor also said that when he got the money one day, he would go back to his house with me.His home is on the bank of the Yellow River. There are dozens of households in the whole Baozi. There is one school, but there are no teachers.I have worked as a private teacher, and it is suitable to teach with them. I asked, has there been no teacher in the school? Angkor said that there used to be one who came from outside the fort and couldn't teach.Once, people from the village came to inspect the work and listened to the teacher give a lecture to the students.Standing on the podium, he shouted to the students: "Trick la la-ah (Chinese pinyin a), read." The dolls followed up with loud voices: "Trick la la-ah." (Chinese pinyin o), read." "Prickly—oh." After class, people in the village asked: "Why do you still have thorny in front?" The teacher said confidently: "I am I learned from the tape recorder." Then, he took the people from the country to his house and pressed the playback button of the tape recorder. The tape was old and the tape recorder was stuck, and the sound of "thrilling - ah" came out. .

I was in tears laughing, the first time I've laughed out loud in days. Angkor said, alas, even such a teacher cannot be retained.The village is small, there is only one village like this within ten miles around, and no one is willing to come to teach.You must have taught well here.After all, teaching is much better than being an idiot. I have no words, I know that I will not go to the village on the bank of the Yellow River to teach.I'm worried that speaking out will disappoint Angkor. One day, I asked Angkor, why everyone is afraid of the leader? Angkor said, do you know MLM?This is the same as MLM.

I don't understand, I want Angkor to explain further, but Angkor doesn't explain.Angkor said: "You will know later." It was an afternoon when Angkor said these words.That day, I was begging on the street, when there was a sudden thunderstorm, the streets were full of panicked crowds, and the big raindrops hit the asphalt road, creating bubbles of dust and smoke.I tidied up the broken bowl in a panic, stuffed a handful of coins into my trouser pocket, and ran all the way into a nearby unfinished and abandoned floor. Suddenly I saw Angkor and his couple. It turns out that this is their base.

Those little beggars were all disabled, some lacked feet and hands, some were blind, and they looked dumb and didn't say a word.I asked how there are so many disabled children in Angkor. Could it be that they were really disabled?Angkor just said quietly that he heard that some of these children were stolen, and some were picked up on the street, just like the two children I saw begging across the street last time. My heart suddenly tightened.These poor children, if they are really stolen or picked up, then they are begging here, do not know where their home is, do not know who their parents are; and the parents who have been looking for them will not know where the children are. Where, I don't know that the child has become a beggar.How miserable this family must be.The mother and child are separated from each other, and the news is vague, which will leave them with a lifetime of pain and regret.

However, I still hope that Angkor's words are just hearsay.Over the years, I have made unannounced visits to beggar communities many times, but I have never witnessed the scene of thugs mutilating children. Ten years later, there was a movie called "Slumdog Millionaire," which won an Academy Award.There is a scene in the movie where the thugs covered the child's mouth with a towel soaked in ether, and the child soon fell into a coma.The thugs then took knives and brutally gouged out the child's eyes. At that time, when I saw this episode, my hair stood on end, I was sweating profusely, and my whole body was trembling.

Watching the scene of children begging in this movie, I suddenly remembered the afternoon after the rain when I talked with Angkor ten years ago. My heart ached and terror swept my whole body. I told myself that the plot in the movie is in India and we live in China.China will not have such a cruel scene. Angkor, and those disabled children, where are they now? Since I entered the manhole, I seldom talked to the leader. I just sorted out the income and expenses of the day and the living expenses of the beggars every day, wrote them on a piece of paper, and handed them to the leader.The boss didn't say a word to me either. One morning, as I was going out to beg as usual, the leader suddenly said, "Wait a minute." I didn't know what he was going to do, and I was a little nervous. When there were only him, me, and the crazy woman in the manhole, the gang leader said, "You have done a good job during this period, and I will take you to America in the future." I didn't say a word, and buried the ridicule in my heart, but my face remained calm.I thought: Can you take me to America?What are you taking me to America for?Continue to be a beggar? The gang leader continued: "When each of us saves 100,000 yuan, we will take you to the United States. Everyone who sleeps here will have a share." He drew a circle in the manhole with his finger. I continued to listen, feeling this bearded lunatic talking in his sleep.The United States is too far away. Some people want to go to the United States, such as those corrupt officials and rich people.Could this group of beggars also go to the United States?joke. 100,000 yuan can go to the United States?I heard that some people from Fujian and Guangdong want to go to the United States to work illegally. They must hand over at least 200,000 yuan to the smuggler, and the smuggler will take you to the United States. Seeing my expressionless face, the leader asked, "What? You don't believe me?" I quickly nodded and said, "I believe, I believe." The leader said casually: "I have relatives in the United States who have a lot of money. My relatives run a factory in the United States and make TV sets. After that, everyone works in his factory as workers." I hastily nodded again. Walking out of the inspection well and walking on the secluded road in the park, I suddenly understood what Angkor meant by "pyramid marketing".The leader drew a colorful American Dream for everyone with red and blue pencils.The leader said, as long as you obey, this building is yours, and this factory is yours.So everyone listened to him very much, and they all wanted to work in the United States as workers. In the United States ten years ago, that was the dream of many Chinese, not to mention these beggars at the bottom of society. After knowing the base of Angkor, I pretended to relieve myself every few days and went to Angkor.I know there is a pair of invisible eyes staring at me.Surveillance and informers are ubiquitous in beggar communities, it's like white terror. Angkor said he didn't want to go to America, he just wanted to go home.He said, even if he went to the United States, what would happen to the son and daughter?I didn't burst the soap bubble of the gang leader, and I didn't say that it is impossible for you to go to the United States, or even Mongolia.You need a passport to go abroad. Which one of you has a passport?Do you know how to apply for a passport? But I don't know why the gang leader deceived everyone with the American Dream.What kind of conspiracy is he playing? Angkor asked me where the leader's money was kept. I said, what do you want to do? Angkor said, I just asked casually.Will it be okay if we put so much money in his hands alone? I said that every few days, the gang leader asked people to change the small change into whole money, and then hid it.There is an iron pot in the corner of the inspection well, and there is a hole under the iron pot, and the money is hidden in the hole. Angkor didn't speak, just looked at the sky with a pair of cloudy and sad eyes. What happened later made me regret telling Angkor where the money was hidden that day.If I hadn't told him, maybe there would be nothing that happened later, and I wouldn't regret it so deeply. That night, maybe at the dawn of the next day, when I was sleeping outside, I suddenly heard a sound of beating, scolding and begging for mercy. At first I thought it was a dream, but then the sound became louder and louder.I opened my eyes in horror, and suddenly saw Angkor lying on the ground, with blood all over his face, like a layer of red paper pasted on his face.He groaned and gasped loudly, as if pulling a bellows. Seeing that Angkor was injured like this, I forgot to be afraid, and I asked the leader: "What's wrong? Why did you beat him?" The gang leader didn't speak, and I looked at Scar's hideous face in the candlelight again, and Scar said, "Fucking steal my money." Angkor said weakly: "I just want to go home, I only want my share."