Why only send girls in
Because they can not only maintain the livelihood of the aborigines in the city, but also make the aborigines in the city fortune. It doesn't matter whether they are fresh or mature, because when they enter the city gate, they will become a kind of person, the kind of person who will never see the light, and life is better than death.
The trains of carriages gathered from all over Zhongdu and dispersed from here. The sealed carriages are crowded with dozens of innocent lives. Whether they are women who come in regardless of age, or children who go out regardless of gender, they have all turned into other animals, no longer human, but for human beings to buy and sell. of livestock. With ropes around their necks, disheveled and in rags, it made no difference where they were transported, because everywhere was a long night.
There are thousands of tooth rows in Zhongdu. If you draw a zigzag line from north to south, you can connect a long distance made of blood and tears. On the way, there are both Dong Lin's daughter who froze to death, and Gu Shen, who is alone and can't find a home.
This is a carefully constructed isolation place, cleverly hidden in the mountains, avoiding the government. From here, the most ruthless claws in the world can be extended. It tightly grasps the hearts of those who have lost their female relatives and children, and uses this as an opportunity to drag in more innocents.
The copper bell called Gu Shen here, not to tell him where his home was, but to urge him to find the obsession in his heart.
All the memories of that "mother".
Gu Shen is not called Gu Shen, he should be called Chuanzi before he apprentices to learn martial arts. The Taoist priest carried him through the mountains and forests, and it took him half a month to reach the densely populated place.
Chuanzi was deliberately starved by the Taoist priest and his legs became weak. He was lying on the Taoist priest's back, but he didn't even have the strength to jump off. His eyes were swollen from crying, and his throat was hoarse from crying. But for half a month, he was so hungry that he was thin and dry. Even when he was lying on his stomach, cold sweat broke out on his back, and he couldn't even pour out the acid water in his stomach.
"This child looks like he's going to starve to death." The man who weighed in two pounds turned around Chuanzi's head, put his hand on the side of his neck, and said, "This motherfucker is not easy to sell, who wants to go back with a sick seedling? Money comes to buy a son, not a master. What do you want me to tell people about something that can’t escape?”
"I'm not sick, you see this is all hungry, how can it be sick! If there is a sick seedling, wouldn't I be asking for trouble by hugging him? The government inspected him along the way, and if he died on my back, he really said no. It's clear!" The Taoist priest originally followed the man with his sleeves and waist down, but when he heard the words, he hurriedly fiddled with Chuanzi, took Chuanzi's arm and weighed it, "Look, this bone will grow out in the future. Farmers are easy to support, and those who stutter can grow. Aren’t all the people who come here to buy children to be able to work and pass on the lineage in the future? This is all done! I saw his mother grow strong , can he be worse?"
"Did you see him too?" The man laughed and scolded, "Why didn't people catch you?"
"I didn't dare to look back, so I ran with this kid on my back. The woman chased him for two miles. If I hadn't had an idea and got into the woods, I wouldn't have been able to get rid of it."
"It sounds good, it's easy to raise, and if I bring it here, I'll give you a good price without saying a word." The man got up, feeling that Chuan Ziqiang was unsatisfactory, and said casually, "A group of people have died in the family recently, and I'm in a hurry. A woman who seeks a good birth fills the vacancy."
The Taoist priest said: "Didn't I just make up a batch a few years ago? How did it die?"
"It's hard to raise a small one." The man took out the account book, added a new note to the Taoist priest, and continued, "The group of dog days in the north, as if they had never seen a woman before, they went crazy as soon as they entered the city. , in that month, if you say less, you will kill 30 or 40 people. How can you play with the small ones? It won't last for a few nights, but it's better to be stronger, not only able to live, but also easy to raise."
"But it's not easy to do." The Taoist grimaced, "Most of these people who are resistant to tossing are rural women who are able to do farm work, but people themselves are very concerned about it, and they don't give a chance. Come here, those who are smaller can't stand it. Children can run when they are picked up, and there is no search on the road. If you tell your family, you can take less business at a time, and we don't have to worry about this money now. ."
The more the Taoist spoke, the darker the man's face, he snorted coldly: "I think it's not easy for you to forget the beginning. If you think you have more money, the family can reduce it for you at any time. Why don't you think about how many people there are in your family? We have to raise women, and when autumn arrives, the last batch of 'cubs' will also be born, and all they eat before they are sold are grains."
The Taoist hissed, not daring to refute.
The man put down his pen and said, "Go, go to the cabinet and ask for money, get out as soon as possible. Let me tell you, when the snow comes, no matter from east, west, north or south, you have to go home and hand over the account books. Next year, you and I won't be able to eat and walk around! You don't want to be tied back and raised as a stallion, right?"
The Taoist shuddered, hurriedly made a fortune, and hurried to the counter to pay the money and leave.
Chuanzi was dragged into the cell, and now he is so soft that he can't even catch the rope. The man threw him a few steamed buns, then locked the door and went away.
Kawako seems to be pressing people, he didn't mean it. Because this narrow and cramped cell was airtight, as if it had been dug out for Tibetan children, it couldn't even fit two adults, but there were more than a dozen children crowded. They wanted to touch their shoulders and arms, and rubbed their flesh against the wall, and any squirming could lead to vague cries.
Chuan Zi's dirty fingers clasped the steamed buns and put them into his mouth with difficulty, moistening the wet crumbs with his saliva, and swallowing bit by bit. He was lying sideways, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, and the tears pierced his eyes.
I can't cry anymore, my eyes are going blind.
The person under the body only moved a few times and then stopped moving. Chuanzi didn't care about others, he took most of the steamed buns, and then he felt more comfortable in his stomach, and sour water came out. He couldn't hold back, so he could only let them flow out from the corners of his mouth, Kawako wanted to vomit, the smell in the cell made his stomach almost twist up. But he gritted his teeth and swallowed hard, preventing the crumbs from gushing out.
If you eat one meal less, you have to hide half of the two steamed buns, because you don’t know when you can get them again.
Kawako lay sideways like this, and the people below were giggling at him warmly, making him sweat. The beads of sweat smashed down, and the people below were like rain. But there was no response from the person, Kawako slowly turned his head and met the empty eyes of the person below.
died.
A small hand clawed on the dead man's foot, took off his shoe and put it on his own. The children huddled, and the complaints were so low that they were almost inaudible.
Kawako looked at the dead one, and the dead one also looked at him. The two sides looked at each other for a long time, and Kawako actually had two more hot tears. His lips were trembling, and the "ah" in his throat was small, feeling both scary and looking at himself.
He pressed the tip of his tongue against the word weakly, chewing it with all his might, as if he wanted to live by this word, and as if he could get everything he wanted now from this word.
He called out angrily, "Mother."
After a night of sleeplessness in the cell, the children were put into sacks the next day and their mouths tied. Guys carry sacks through the bustling streets, hauling them into wagons full of dung amid the noise of the cattle trade. Chuanzi was unlucky, and when he threw it up, his head fell, so he could only rush down with his head and poke up with his feet. All the weight of his body was squeezed against his neck, and he gradually felt cold and numb in his hands and feet. The pressure on his neck made him involuntarily overflow with painful voices, and a panic that couldn't breathe invaded him. , and was thrown back after a few kicks.
Kawako caught his throat, gasping for breath. The carriage jolted and didn't know where to go. Kawako curled up against the edge, clasping the sack with his long fingernails.
The rough hemp rope was not sturdy, and his fingernails made a small hole. He put his eyes on it and went out. The dark carriage was clattering, and no one else was watching.
Kawako inserted his fingers into the small hole and pulled hard. Weak in his hands, he used his teeth to bite, dragging the twine, until the debris and blood between the teeth were mixed in his mouth. His chest bounced quickly, and he realized wisely that if he couldn't escape during this unattended journey, he would never be able to find his home!
Kawako would rather turn himself into a rat and a wild dog, he must go out! He kicked the corner of the sack, and when he was biting, he swallowed it before he had time to spit it out. His throat was scratching with burning pain.
Chuanzi spit out the rope and stretched out his arms. He couldn't care about his shoulders and arms, so he could only squeeze out desperately and handed his head out. The opening of the hole squeezed his chest tightly, he choked on the wall, and even if his fingernails were scraped off, he felt no pain. He struggled and fell face down in the car. The board was hit with a thud, and his lower body was still in the sack.
The carriage stopped, and the man who was chatting and laughing in the front came down and went around the carriage with a whip.
When Kawako heard the man unlocking the lock, his heart pounded, and the torrential rain seemed to be pouring on his small chest.
"It's all fucking..." The man scolded and opened the compartment door, stuck his head in, and waved his whip.
The sunlight outside was dazzling, and his squinted eyes fell into a moment of darkness, and his scolding was slow.
Chuanzi suddenly burst into flames, he used up the strength of the steamed bun yesterday, just like he had wrestled with someone in the field, he stomped towards the man. The man's nose and mouth were hit hard by Kawako's head.
Kawako rolled to the ground with the sack, and when he bent over to get up, the man had already grabbed his back collar. Chuanzi screamed that the cub was desperate, he desperately bit the man's hand, kicked off the sack, and kicked the man's crotch. The man immediately let go, and Kawako fell to the ground and ran, landing on all fours like a dog, and even got up after a fall.
The scolding from behind almost touched the back of his head, and Kawako didn't dare to look back. He put all his life's efforts on these legs, and put all the strength he used to run in the mountains on these legs.
run!
Chuanzi gritted his teeth, his tears blurred, and in the wind, he couldn't even tell whether his expression was crying or laughing, and his facial features became hideous at this moment. He rushed into the deep forest, stepping on the rocks and thorns, running like a fly.
run!
Kawako choked up.
When you run back, you can see your mother.