: Fanwai 2: Step by step (1)

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At the end of the second year of Xuantong, Leshan County, Jiading Prefecture.
In February, the Allied League revolutionary party action, Qin Bing, Cheng Dejun and other hundreds of people split the way to seize the Jiading Tongjiachang and other regiments, and launched the "Kawabata Jiading Uprising".
Although the revolutionary party was forced to change to Pingshan by the early imperial court, the uprising still tightened the atmosphere of Jiadingfucheng.
Leshan County, Jiading Prefecture, as a political center of the government, in the past two months, the pedestrians on the street seem to be still a little less.
Leshan County is located at the intersection of Minjiang River, Dadu River and Qingyi River. It is known as
the scenery of the world is in the hustle and the hustle and bustle of the 曰 曰 曰 州 州 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 本 本 本 本 本 本 本 本 本 本I had to shrink my head, and I was caught by the county magistrate.
Emeishan tea, Wutianma of Jinkou River, these are the famous products of Leshan. However, in this year, the imperial court’s control over the local area was weakened, and the government’s rulings were unreasonable. The merchants who were doing business in the north and the south were not able to do things. They relied on mountains to eat water and water, and the locals who used tea for their livelihoods were even worse.
At the beginning of April, the tea workers lived and ate on the mountain, and they were busy for a few days for the most valuable "pre-Ming tea."
Mingqian tea is tea produced before the Ching Ming Festival.
The Huaxia people divide the year into twenty-four solar terms. After the horror and the spring equinox, the tea tree begins to sprout, and this part of the sprout can be harvested before the "Qingming". Due to the generally low temperature before Qingming, the number of germination is limited, the growth rate of tea is slow, the yield of harvesting standards is very small, and the matter is rare, and the
pre-Qing tea
in Emeishan tea has always been sought after by merchants.
Both indicate that the former West Lake Longjinggui, Emeishan tea set Chuanxiong mountain water essence, the bud leaves are delicate, the color is green and fragrant, not as good as the former Longjing, but there is another kind of wild tea, which is not sold out.
There is a long street in the south of Leshan County. The alley is narrow and long. The curved street of more than ten meters is crowded with hundreds of families. It is a famous gathering place for the poor people in the county.
The first floor of the street is the storefront. The wooden boards are unloaded one by one. The shop with a size of ten square meters is full of appearance. The innermost part of the shop usually has a narrow and narrow road for people to pass through. The walk through the dim way and the courtyard leaks. Shimmer, the back is the real residence.
The two-story small courtyard is surrounded by a patio. It is a half-person loft, but it is only eight rooms, but there are four households with fourteen people.
The family surnamed Shu, because the old mother is still in the family, the three brothers are not separated, and an old man is crowded in the old house. The shop in front of the old house opened the konjac tofu shop, which is the old man who runs with a young man.
The konjac is easy to grow, and the suburbs are everywhere. Leshan Snow Magic is famous for it. Shujia's tofu shop is open on the poor street, which is corresponding to the needs of the same poor Baijia households, and the income is mixed.
At four or five o'clock in the morning, the sky is still not shining, the light of the stars and moons is still there, and the people of Shujia have already got up.
In the corner of the small patio, a large stone mill was placed. By the moonlight, Shu Laoda was grinding. The konjac cut into pieces was put into the stone mill, and as the old man's arm could not wave, the dark gray sticky konjac juice flowed down the shovel into the big wooden barrel.
"San Nizi, where did the end of the water go? The konjac juice must be too thick to make tofu!"
"Oh, come!"
A small head appeared on the side of the well, and the red rope was tied with two small babies. The face was dark gray, and it looked like a five- or six-year-old girl.
She struggled to pull out a small half of the bucket of water from the well and carried it to the stone mill with a wooden barrel.
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A fair-skinned woman opened the door and poured water on her face. She held the door frame and sneered: "The old lady has to serve a few old and small children, but unfortunately, without the third hand, hey, there is no such thing." Lazy goods, seeing her niece to live!"
The woman refers to the mulberry and speaks Shu Lao Da speechlessly.
She is not directed at the little girl, but the old man in the left room.
Shujia three brothers have not been separated, Shu Laoda is running a konjac tofu shop, Shu Lao two has a handicrafts, live early and late in the weekdays, work in a shop in the county. Shu Laosan married a tea girl, Qingming is the time to pick tea. Both of them lived in the tea garden of Emei Mountain, and the six-year-old daughter was thrown at home and taken care of by her mother.
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"Oh, I can drink water."
The little girl finally moved the tub to the side of the grinding disc. When she was young, she knew that she often quarreled at home and quickly said that she could work.
Shu Lao took the tub from the hand of the prostitute, touched her head, and sighed and poured the water into the konjac.
The world is not good, making money is not easy, Shujia is poor, a small family is crowded in a small yard, there is friction in life, which family often has quarrels.
He has a trick, can only blame himself as the eldest son can not hold the door, can not give his wife and children a good life, and can not pull the brothers, the most pitiful is the little prostitute in the big Bo Niang and Er Bo Niang, because My aunt left home all the year round and was not less tempted.
Shu Lao Da wiped the sweat and finished the konjac with a bang.
The diligent little niece helped the fire, and when the sky was shining, the konjac tofu was also put into the store.
In the Qing dynasty, the poor family must tighten their belts to buy a chicken or a piece of meat to go to the ancestors. The ancestors "enjoy" is finished, chicken or meat should be left to the family to eat, and less than to come to Shujia to buy two pieces of konjac tofu back to braised to eat, so today Shujia tofu shop business is exceptionally good.
Shu Dazhen looked at the store, Shu Lao Dalian made two pots of tofu and sold out at noon.
Has been busy until noon, Shujia's grinding disc finally has free.
Qingming wants to eat Qingming oysters, simmered glutinous rice with Qingming cuisine, grinds it into rice syrup and drains it, then wraps the meat with glutinous rice balls. It is steamed with grapefruit leaves and is very delicious.
Shujia was busy with business, and it began to steam and clear the alum. When the hot Qingming came out, it was already dinner. After running for a day, San Nie head can finally rest, sitting under the stove and burning the fire. The little feet are stuffed with a clear sputum, and she can’t take care of the hot mouth. San Ni’s small mouth bites the Qingming 耙, meaty and citron leaves. The fragrance, as well as the bitter bitterness of the Qingming cuisine, was eaten in the mouth, and San Ni was so happy that her eyes were picked up.
It is said to be six years old. In fact, she was born in the 32nd year of Guangxu.
After the sky was all black, Shu Dazhen ordered the soybean oil lamp, and Shu Laotai helped the stairs to eat. Shu Lao Er, who works in the county town, also went home. There are fourteen people in Shu’s family. There are four children in Shu Lao. There are two children in Shu’s family. San Ni’s family is her only daughter, working in the tea garden. Shu Laosan’s husband and wife will throw the only daughter to Shu Laotai, but the old lady is a patriarchal grandmother. The days of San Ni are certainly not good.
In the family, there are only honest big brothers, and Er Bo Niang, who is often surrounded by small feet, is still taking care of San Ni.
The food is on the table, Shu family has no fields, usually can't afford to buy food, today's Ching Ming Festival family eat meat, Shu Lao, two teenage boys went to the river to catch a few big squid back, and in the suburbs Rishun radish and leeks, Shu Erqiao skillfully fried, and picked up a few dishes.
A large pot of watercress, a bowl of eggs fried with leeks, a pot of radish and konjac tofu burned the pig's large intestine.
The dishes are rich, half-large children eat poor Laozi, watching a few grandchildren sipping a dish of rice, Shu Lao too smiles and chews the radish pieces, I feel that there is a taste.
San Ni looked at the fish with her eyes, and Shu Erzhen handed a piece of belly meat with the least amount of fishbone to her, and provoked the eyes of Shu Laotai.
"Children don't eat and eat, and they don't know how to let their brothers. They are licking their bodies and can't lose them!"
San Ni was glanced at her grandmother, and the fish in the bowl did not dare to swallow it.
"Aunts and aunts don't have to pay for their family. The female baby has a piece of fish." Shu Erzhen couldn't get used to Shu Laotai's patriarchal, because she was born with two daughters.
The daughter-in-law of the daughter has no status, and even Shu Lao Er and Shu Lao San are both pressed and can not be separated. The two sons together to support the four boys of Shu Lao, Shu Dazhen also often refers to the mulberry, so the second is to stand in the same team with the old three, often guarding San Ni.
Shu Laotai is about to swear that the two daughters are not filial, and the door panel of Shujiapu is squeaky.
"Shu Auntie, not at home?!"
"Open the door, Shu Auntie, your third child has an accident!"
San Ni held the bowl and carefully swallowed the fish that Er Bo Niang gave her. The younger one is slower, and she has no way to connect the "third child" of the knocking population with her father.
Shu Laotai slammed San Ni’s chopsticks:
I’m so busy, I’m not going to open the door, I’m going to see you.

"Oh." San Ni put down the bowl and opened the shop door.
By the moonlight, San Ni found that the tofu shop had been surrounded by a circle of people, most of them were neighbors on the street, and several were strange men she did not know.
"Auntie, the third brother and the three sisters, fell to the cliff, unfortunately went...you want to mourn."
Several strange men carried a stretcher covered with white cloth and saw Shu’s family coming out, and their eyes were red.
With the aunt of San Ni, she only felt that her head was knocked down, and she did not react to what the noisy neighbors were saying. Until Shu Laoda opened the white cloth, Shu family saw a smashed flesh-and-blood Shu San three couples, Shu Auntie was "my child -" crying and prolonged and cut off from it, his eyes fainted.
Shu Dazhen and Er Yi both cried and took Shu Auntie to the chair.
Shu Lao Da and Shu Lao Er also squinted with tears, and Shu Jia’s children were scared and cried by adults. Only San Ni, holding the door frame, was actually staying.
The neighbors gave a sound of comfort, and the tea workers who carried the body of Shu Laosan’s husband and wife were telling Shu Lao that the incident happened.
It was originally a couple of teas, and Shu Sanyi was an experienced tea girl. The tea garden owner asked her to pick some wild tea that grew on the cliff. Shu Sanyu had long wanted to separate, and the risk of wild tea was high.
The couple had a good relationship, and Shu Laosan went with her to pull the rope for her.
Who knows that Shu San’s feet slipped off the cliff and brought the old three of the ropes together.
When the tea workers found the couple, they fell together, and only the clothes could recognize their identity, and they had no breathing.
After listening to the tea workers, the fainting Shu Auntie did not know where the strength came up, and slapped on the face of San Ni.
"It’s all your mother who is a good person. I gave birth to you to lose money. I killed my son, and it hurts my family, oh..."
San Ni was knocked over by her slap, and Shu Auntie cried with tears in her nose.
Although the neighbors are pitiful, they don’t know how to comfort themselves.
The population of Shu Sanqi's family is dying. The origins are somewhat unclear. They are very beautiful. They marry Shu Laosan and provoke the envy of the neighborhood. Shu Auntie does not like her demeanor. She always has opinions on this three-year-old daughter-in-law. . San Ni is a daughter. When she grows up, she is someone else's family. She didn't have a son. Shu Sanzhen was tired and Shu San San fell to death. Shu San San, it is indeed "after the end."
In the second year of Xuantong, the six-year-old San Ni was the orphan who died.
The grandmother hated her, and the second son was distressed, but she couldn’t afford it, and the uncle was too honest.
After the parents' funeral was completed, under the grandmother and the big brother, the cousin sent her to the tea garden where her parents had an accident. At the entrance of the Dabo Niang Tea Garden, he splashed and asked the owner of the tea garden to feed her.
After a turn of negotiations, the tea garden owner agreed to raise San Ni to 18 years old to marry.
San Ni spent a small face, her face was tears called the uncle, called grandmother, and the three-step-one Shu Shuda was dragged away by Shu Dazhen.
"Do you want to raise your brother's lost goods? You are not afraid of her, I am afraid that she will kill my son! You have to dare to repent, I will take four children back to my parents..."
The sharp voice of Dabo's mother echoed on the hillside. San Ni cried and screamed, and Shu Lao was squatted by her wife, never looking back at her.
The five-year-old San Ni, with black sleeves and small white velvet flowers, became a child laborer in the Emeishan Tea Garden.