Today I hold the world

It was the beginning of winter, and a heavy snow fell in Yuancheng, overwhelming thousands of families and unable to get out of the threshold.

But no matter how cold the weather is, every household has to go outside against the cold wind. They have to go out to dig mountain treasures, wild vegetables, and winter bamboo shoots to satisfy their hunger.

Yuancheng is a poor place, located among the mountains in the southeast of Liang Kingdom, with only [-] registered households, and most of the people's ancestors were born in poverty.

In the 70 years since the founding of Daliang, three kings successively ruled the world. There were many natural and man-made disasters in various counties and counties, and they were all rescued by the emperor. Only Yuancheng never received disaster relief money.

In the early decades, when the old county magistrate was alive, the people were still very concerned about what happened in the court, because at that time, the court would send officials to Fulu every year, and many students in the county were also sent out to take meritorious examinations.

After the death of the old county magistrate, his favor in the court was cut off, and the newly appointed officials had no ability themselves, and they could win less and less.

Therefore, the land is surrounded by mountains and forests, and there are no other countries to the west. It is not an important place in the first place. The government is not strong, and the people are not convinced by the government.

There are only three inns in the city. The owner of the largest inn gave birth to a young son a few days ago. Today is the time to entertain the wealthy households in the city and their relatives and friends. There are beggars crowded outside the inn, scrambling to beg for a bite of leftovers.

From noon to dusk, all of them huddled together in darkness, trembling, and finally waited for the rich people inside to leave. When the waiter pushed the wooden cart to transport the leftovers from the backyard, the beggars rushed over.

"Mine, I'll eat first."

"Don't squeeze, there are all of them."

"There's a lot left this time."

"Second Kidnapper, don't you fucking step on me."

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The waiter in the shop is a sharp-toothed young man, wearing a blue padded jacket, watching these beggars scrambling to and fro in such a mess, he rolled his eyes and said contemptuously: "I didn't even say thank you, it's in vain that I stole a few more steamed buns for you!" .”

Those beggars were [-] to [-] years old, and the young were only six or seven years old. They quickly wiped off the dishes like hungry wolves. Master Six."

As for those who didn't compete for food, they didn't bother to say anything more, and stared at the waiter who was called 'Six Lord'. The latter glanced at them in disgust, and pushed the wooden cart back to the backyard of the inn.

He knew what those people who didn't get it were thinking, they were just blaming himself for not buying more leftovers, they were simply a bunch of white-eyed wolves, and they were not familiar with it.

The waiter’s real name is Yang Chuanfu, because he is the last of the six brothers in his family, outsiders call him “Yang Xiaoliu”, his parents and five elder brothers died long ago, and now the whole family is fed by himself, and the innkeeper recognizes him because he recognizes two characters. In the middle, life is quite satisfactory.

Giving leftovers to beggars is not because he is inherently benevolent, but because he often needs a few people to help with manual labor. He can't fool smart people, so he can only ask those beggars for help from time to time.

After returning to the inn, the sky was completely dark. It was dark early in winter, and he didn’t stay at the inn at night. There was another annoying old man working on his job, so he touched a bag of rice cake roll jerky from the back kitchen. , rubbing his hands and walking out the side door.

The chilly wind pierced directly into the neck of the person, stepped on the snow step by step, and soon walked to the residential house in the west of the city, where all the small yards half the height of a person could be seen as far as the eye could see.

Yang Chuanfu looked left and right at each house. The houses were mostly dark and the candles were expensive. These poor people lay in bed early to sleep. Those who can keep their clay ovens alive are already considered capable. More people live in this harsh winter , can only rely on the body to keep warm.

The west city gate is hundreds of meters behind it, dilapidated and dilapidated. There are two soldiers guarding upstairs. They don't care if there are people coming in or out of the city. They open it when there are many people, and close it at night when no one is around. The two masters were holding the wine jar and drinking.

"Damn it, it's the weather, I'm freezing to death!" A sneeze went out, shrunk his neck, stepped towards the path of the house, did not take two steps, stopped and looked back, and was very happy.

"Hey, I just said that you should come back, boy, have you gained something today?" What was originally a normal sentence changed from Yang Chuanfu's mouth.

He stood there with a sneer on his cheap face, looking at the young man walking from the direction of the city gate. This young man was about twelve or thirteen years old, with a hatchet on his back, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't hit anything." Yang Chuanfu watched the young man walking quickly, took out the rice cake oil paper bag from the inn, and handed it to the front.

The young man walked straight past without saying a word. The black padded jacket had several holes, which were obviously cut by branches and other sharp objects. It was the first time in his life that he was in such a mess. He went hunting outside the city for a day, and he didn't even have a snow rabbit. After being caught, Yang Chuanfu saw the joke again, which was the moment of anger.

Yang Chuanfu also followed him and turned around. Before he could take a few steps, he said lazily, "Don't be angry, why are you so angry?"

The young man would not care about him, and continued to move forward. Yang Chuanfu smiled helplessly, spat into the snow, and suddenly shouted fiercely: "Zhong Shouyi, I know you look down on me, your father knows astronomy and the earth Zhi, stargazing, fighting swordsmanship and martial arts, you have been preached by him since childhood, and you don't want to be eaten by you, but you fucking wake up, your father is dead!"

The boy gradually stopped, and Yang Chuanfu continued to say coldly:

"Your mother's illness is getting worse, and your sister is only four years old. Do you think you can fight the jackals, tigers and leopards in the mountains with your three-legged cat skills? Can you make them full?

If you don’t take this morsel today, they will starve, and if they are hungry, they will get sick, and the disease will get worse and worse, and they will die! "

The young man froze in place, the word 'death' was firmly imprinted in his mind, and the repeated echoes made him dizzy and terrified. He looked down at the snow and silently dripped tears.

The people behind him came step by step, and the shadow could be seen stretching out his hand on the snow, and pushed the oily paper bag wrapped in the smell of meat into his hand, and said calmly: "Take the things and get back quickly, as long as I live one day, I will definitely be hungry." I don't care about you three, this is to repay my master, if not, I don't care about your bad temper!"

Zhong Shouyi held the oiled paper bag, breathed disorderly, wiped away his tears, and clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, I will pay you back later."

Run quickly down the path.

Yang Chuanfu snorted and curled his lips, and muttered, "My temper is bigger than my ability, and I still need to deal with it."

Shrinking his neck, he walked towards another path, separated from Zhong Shouyi's path by a frozen mud field, the two families were less than twenty feet apart, and they could see each other's house when they stood in the yard.

Back in his small courtyard, Yang Chuanfu stood and looked at the small courtyard opposite. Seeing the lights, he turned his head and walked into the house. He only lived in the middle one of the six huts, and sat by the clay stove to open a book. Book, an hour passed quickly, rubbed his face in the basin, and then lay down on the bed to sleep.

******

In the early morning of the next day, before dawn, Yang Chuanfu opened his eyes in a daze, tidied up, put on the blue warm robe and walked out of the yard.

He was originally a lazy person, and in the freezing weather in winter, he shouldn't have gotten up early if he was killed, but he had something in his heart, and he couldn't sleep well.

Standing in the yard and being blown by the cold wind, the whole person regained his senses and was extremely awake.

Looking towards the courtyard to the west, as usual, I could see the little figure gaiting and waving his fists.

Yang Chuanfu sat with his head shrunk on the stone bench in the yard, watching quietly like that, with flashes of light flashing in his mind, past events surfaced in his heart, and warmth and feelings were all written on his face.

He should have died a long time ago. When he was ten years old, his family members were all infected with the plague. Fortunately, the young couple who moved in across the street were benevolent and tried their best to save his life. As for the family members, it is strange They were unlucky and didn't make it through.

In the past nine years, I have changed from an ignorant orphan to being so smooth and sensitive today, all thanks to the education and teaching of those two couples.

There was snowflakes in the sky again, every winter the house was piled full of firewood, and there was never a shortage of cotton clothes and quilts, but this year, that generous middle-aged figure will never appear again.

Yang Chuanfu stood up, covered his hands, breathed lightly, rubbed them vigorously, and walked out of the courtyard door against the snow. When he passed by Zhong's small courtyard, he quickly walked out of the house and walked into the snow.

When he came back again, he had a large pack of medicine and food in his hand, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier. He pushed open the gate of Zhong's small courtyard, patted off the frost on his body, ignored Zhong Shouyi who was still piling, He walked into the house by himself.

Facts proved that the child was not a person who didn't know how to adapt, and followed Yang Chuanfu back to the house.

The room is very spacious with simple furnishings. The temperature of the tandoor is just right, and something is cooking in the iron pot on it. A girl doll about four years old is squatting on the stool. Shuangshui Lingling's big eyes narrowed into crescents, and shouted happily:

"Sixth brother."

"Ah, Xiao Ling'er woke up so early, are you hungry?" Yang Chuanfu lifted the lid of the iron pot, and the yellow rice flower rolled in the water, gurgling non-stop.

"Hungry." The girl groped her stomach and responded aggrievedly.

Yang Chuanfu passed a large bag of things in his hand to Zhong Shouyi beside him, took out one of the hay bags, and opened it to reveal a steaming bag of sugar flowers, "Be careful of burning."

The girl was overjoyed, she stretched out her little hand to grab the thing and was about to sip it, her eyes suddenly turned to her brother, and with his permission, she took a sip, not to mention how satisfying she was.

Yang Chuanfu walked to the inner room, Zhong Shouyi still followed behind, and the two came to the side of the bed. There was a woman lying in the warm quilt, her face was gray, and there were many black spots and pestilence. The contour also becomes ugly too much due to swelling.

The woman opened her eyes slightly, and said softly, "Xiao Liu is here."

"Master, it's me." Yang Chuanfu's face was bitter, and his heart was heavy.

The two exchanged a few words, and the woman fell into a dream again in a daze.

After staying in the house for a long time, he boiled the medicine and left it aside to cool. When it was almost time to go to the inn to work, Yang Chuanfu opened the door and walked out, followed by Zhong Shouyi.

As the snow fell harder and harder, Yang Chuanfu turned his head to look at Zhong Shouyi, frowned and said, "Don't go out and run around recently, and take good care of your mother."

As soon as he turned around and walked out of the courtyard, he heard the young man behind him say, "Find me a job."