Chapter 2 The world is tough
As soon as the old man died, the victims became even more numb, and the open space outside the city became extremely quiet for a while.
Manager Yang was very proud. He took out the small bronze mirror and looked at it, then looked at Liu Dabao.
"Sell it or not?" Manager Yang didn't hide it anymore.
Liu Dabao was timid and cowardly. He looked at the dead old man on the ground and then at Manager Yang. When he saw that he was impatient, he quickly knelt down and said bitterly: "Buy, sell, sell, as long as you can survive, I will sell you anything." Yes! ”
Manager Yang picked up his fingers and smiled, then looked at the homeless people and stepped forward to inspect them. It was clear that one ditch was not enough, and he wanted to select the best among the best and find a few more.
The older ones will be skipped, just look for handsome young people. However, most of the victims were very thin and disfigured, so we could barely get a rough look at them.
Manager Yang walked around, picked out a few more, and then came to Meng Yuan.
"The bones look good, but they are so dirty that you can't tell whether they are beautiful or ugly." Manager Yang put his hands in his sleeves and said, "Grab a handful of snow and rub your face together, let me take a look."
"Not for sale." Meng Yuan replied directly.
"Bah! If you pretend to be noble, you won't be able to find a place to sell it later!" Manager Yang sighed on the ground, gathered seven or eight young people, said a few words to the policemen, and then hurriedly left in a car.
The few detectives paid no attention and went back to warm themselves under the porridge shed, pretending that nothing happened.
The world is silent, with the occasional child sobbing, making it even more lonely and desolate.
Meng Yuan grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed his face, then came to the old man, knelt down on one knee and tried to breathe, and then touched his neck. He was obviously dead.
Just when I was thinking about whether I could find a yamen servant to arrange it for me, I heard someone make a sound.
Meng Yuan looked up and saw a woman wearing a ragged flower coat leaning against the wall at the entrance of the alley, spitting out melon seed peels.
The woman had an ordinary appearance with dark circles under her eyes. She glanced at the carriage driving into the city gate and said angrily: "It's a disaster year, so it's just a bitch to steal a bitch's business, and men are also here to steal a bitch's business! What a world! ”
Obviously, this woman was not a disaster victim, but probably a prostitute in the alley. It's just that her knowledge is not very high. Those who like Lord Rabbit probably won't go to dark alleys to have fun, so the idea of grabbing business is not accurate.
"Sister." Meng Yuan sat on the snow. When the woman looked over, he asked, "Dare I ask if my sister has any old mats that are no longer needed?"
The woman smiled when she heard this, and while eating melon seeds, she said: "What's the use of a mat in this freezing and snowy world? There is hot water in my sister's room to keep her body warm." She blinked as she spoke, but she looked ordinary. , and can't dress up, not coquettish, but a bit funny.
"When a person dies in the earth, if there is no coffin, at least he has a mat to wrap himself up and cover his face." Meng Yuan lowered his head and begged.
After hearing this, the woman saw that the young man was wearing tattered and bloated clothes, with frostbite on his hands, and a withered face, looking embarrassed, so she asked: "Who is he to you?"
"I don't know him. They are all poor people who fled. He died for a just word, so he can't let it go unnoticed." Meng Yuan replied.
The woman sighed, turned around and walked into the alley, spitting out melon seed peels, "You want something from me? Haven't you heard that bitches are ruthless?"
Meng Yuan was not discouraged. He took a breath and found a few prisoners warming themselves under the porridge shed.
"Good Lord." Meng Yuan bowed his hands and said, "Just now, Steward Yang beat someone to death. What should I do with him?"
"What?" A bearded policeman looked Meng Yuan up and down, put his hand on the knife at his waist, and said defensively: "Do you want justice?"
"I don't dare." Meng Yuan cupped his hands covered with chilblains and said, "It's just that the weather is freezing and the place is chaotic and chaotic. I'm afraid the victims will gather more and more. If the dead are left alone, they might get infected by the epidemic." It won't matter if some of the victims die, but some of the police officers are here on business, which will inevitably disturb their cleanliness. So I came to ask the police officers if there are any mass graves or charity villages nearby, so I can take care of them. ”
"You know how to get things done, there are mass graves half a mile to the southwest!" Seeing that he was a salesman and that he spoke in an orderly manner, the policeman loosened his grip on the knife. "I really don't have the energy, please put in another bowl of porridge." Meng Yuan made a small request.
"The porridge is gone!" The catcher glanced at Meng Yuan, touched his money bag, and said impatiently: "It's enough for you to find someone to help, go ahead!" He threw out a dozen copper coins and looked at Another police officer said: "What do you say above? What are you going to do with the victims? I came to provide relief. Not only did I not send out any money, I also had to pay for it!"
The copper plates were scattered on the ground. Meng Yuan bent down and picked them up one by one, then bowed his hands and returned to the corpse.
"What a world." Old Uncle Jiang also came over. He seemed to want to say something, but he just said: "Let me help."
"That's fine." Meng Yuan grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed the blood off the dead man's face, revealing a weathered old face.
"Here!" At this moment, the woman who had returned earlier came again, holding a broken mat under her arm, holding a pancake in one hand, and then threw them together in front of Meng Yuan.
Meng Yuan quickly caught the mat, covered the deceased with a pancake, and said gratefully: "Sister, I will repay you for your kindness in the future."
"Okay, okay, I'm grateful to repay you! You men are just trembling and you are telling the truth!" The woman waved her hands, nibbling melon seeds again, and said with a smile: "If you are really conscientious, you will be stable in the future, Yueyue If you can come to Jixiang Lane to have sex with me a few times, that’s better than anything else! Remember, I’m calling you Miss Hua, don’t go to the wrong person!”
Meng Yuan thanked him again and again, broke the cake into two and gave it to Old Man Jiang, who gave half of it to his granddaughter.
The three of them devoured the food and grabbed a handful of snow to smooth their throats.
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Meng Yuan did not dare to wait long, for fear that the corpse would be stiff and difficult to move, so he quickly wrapped it in a mat and carried it with Old Man Jiang to the mass grave.
Having been frozen and hungry for a long time, the two of them lacked strength, so it took them an hour to reach half a mile.
It was snowing heavily and cold, the soil was frozen solid, and he had no digging tools at hand. Meng Yuan simply dug out a piece of snow, put the man down, and looked for gravel to cover him, thinking it was a tomb.
The world is tough and there is only so much we can do.
When we returned to the city gate, we saw that there seemed to be more refugees.
"Let's go eat something first." Meng Yuan suggested that Uncle Jiang's granddaughter could no longer walk.
"I have no money." Old Man Jiang said.
Meng Yuan reached out, took out a handful of copper coins, and said with a smile: "The reward from the official is our reward for moving the corpse."
Without waiting for Old Man Jiang to speak, Meng Yuan glanced at some of the alleys under the city wall, avoided Jixiang Lane, and walked in.
Food is expensive during the disaster year, so I checked several stalls and finally chose one selling hot tofu. A bowl cost six cents, and Meng Yuan ordered two large bowls and one small bowl.
After paying the money first, the stall owner picked up the sea bowl, opened the lid of the pot, scooped out two large pieces of tofu, scraped some salt from the salt brick, scooped out a large spoonful of leek flower sauce, and poured on two drops of sesame oil. Finally add a ladle of hot soup.
The tofu is piping hot and the chive sauce is spicy. Mix the two together and have a bowl in the cold winter. It is truly delicious.
Gulu Gulu even ate the bottom of the bowl, and the chill was immediately driven away. Meng Yuan's head was filled with steam, and he felt warm from the inside out. His whole body finally came to life.
This meal was comfortable, but I still didn’t know where the next meal would be. It was time to find a way to survive.
(End of chapter)