Chapter 322: Pretending to be a beggar

Let's not talk about the customs and culture along the way. This place can be said to be the birthplace of Han culture. If you like some costume TV dramas and historical idol dramas, if you take a walk here, you will definitely have a strong sense of picture in your mind the next time you watch TV.

After asking many people, I finally arrived at this so-called "Lotus Village". This place is different from what I thought before. The whole village has been connected to the tar road. There are brand new street lights on both sides of the road. Red brick and tile houses are next to each other. Our car is parked on the street by the road. When the window is opened, there is no dung smell that is common in rural areas.

And anywhere in the motherland, as long as it is a rural area, it is difficult to see people on the road at noon. This time is no exception. I changed into Liu Wenchang's tattered clothes in the car, and got off the car to grab some dirt to dress myself up.

I said to Dadan: "Look, how do you think I look like a professional beggar?" He smacked his lips, as if he was thinking about something, and soon said: "No, I think it's not quite right. Look at you, you are clean and white, you don't look like a beggar at all, let me help you." Dadan surprisingly didn't curse me this time. He looked me up and down for a long time, then he ran to the farm tool store not far away and came out with a cart with pulleys. I asked him what he was doing? Dadan said maliciously: "If you want to pretend to be a beggar, you have to pretend to be like one. I see that you haven't been around much, so I'll teach you this trick. Now lie on it and don't move." I was resisting at first, but Dadan really pushed me down, and then tied my legs with the shoulder straps that held Xia Linglong's bag on the car. With his careful dressing, I soon found that I had become a legless man at this moment, and there was no sense of disobedience. Then the bastard took off my shoes and put them on my hands. He pointed at the intersection of the village and said, "Come on, give me half of the money you get today."

I told him to get lost, I was going to work today!

He boldly gave me the middle finger, and then pushed the cart I was lying on hard. This time, I almost pushed me into the drainage ditch on the side of the road. I cursed in my heart that I must get this place back in the future. Then I supported the cart with my hands and moved forward little by little, looking like a miserable beggar.

From a distance, I saw an old man carrying farm tools to work. At this time, I struggled to lie over. The old man saw me from a distance and quickened his pace, avoiding me like a plague god.

It was a hot day, and I was thirsty in a few seconds. I saw at least three passers-by, and they all ran away when they saw me. The scorching sun made me retreat. I wondered if I should find another way? But when I was thinking about getting up, a young man handed me a bowl of cold water.

The young man said: "Drink it, you look tired for a long time. You keep chasing people when you see them. What's wrong? Uncle, what's wrong?"

Although the young man was squatting, his back was still straight. He had three broken fingers on his right hand. He was in his 20s, handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his lips were thick. It seemed that this man should be quite sentimental.

I was already thirsty, holding a large bowl of cold water, cursing in my heart for being bold while going in. I handed the bowl to the young man and said, "Thank you. I am really thirsty. To be honest, I want to find out about someone, but everyone hides when they see me. You are really kind-hearted."

The young man waved his hand and said indifferently, "It's just a bowl of water. Don't be polite, uncle. If you go out in the countryside with this kind of dress, you will be regarded as unlucky, so it's normal for them not to see you. Don't complain. Who do you want to find out about? I will go back and ask for you."

"Ask? You are not from this village?" I said.

The young man said that he was indeed from this village, but he had been a soldier outside for six years. After returning to his hometown, he changed a lot, so he couldn't find him in some places.

I have a very good impression of soldiers in my heart. Although now ordinary people always like to argue about "good people don't join the army, and soldiers are not good people", but that is only directed at a certain person and cannot represent the soldiers as a whole. Moreover, if there are no soldiers guarding the border to defend the motherland, what roads can we build?

There was an old Taoist priest in Shenyang who participated in the Anti-Japanese War at the age of 60. Later, he was killed by the Japanese while transporting supplies. At that time, someone asked the Taoist priest, "You are a monk now? How can a monk fight in wars?" The original words of the old Taoist priest were: "The country is gone, why should I practice Taoism? Isn't the purpose of practicing Taoism to slay demons and monsters? Look at those Japanese, aren't they just a bunch of demons and monsters?" Then he led all 36 disciples of the Taoist temple to participate in the Anti-Japanese War. In the end, only one survived, and all the other brothers died in the Anti-Japanese War. I put aside the unnecessary words and asked the young man, "Do you know the family of Yang Li, Yang Wu, and Yang Wen? I am their cousin. I injured my leg in an accident when I was young. My parents have passed away. Now I am the only one left begging for three years. I finally came to Lianhua Village and wanted to ask her for a full meal."

"Oh, you mean their family? I know, we are relatives. I call his father uncle. When I was a child, I remember his father was a sheep herder for my family." The young man said.

This is like finding the real owner. There is nothing wrong. I can finally get to the bottom of it.

After paddling the board to a cool place with difficulty, I chatted with the young man for a few words. His name is Yang Yingjie. He used to be a soldier. He didn't say anything specific, but just said that he lost three fingers in a mission and was discharged early a month ago.

I said, "I'm older than you, so don't mind me calling you by your name." Yang Yingjie waved his hands to let me be polite, and then I said, "You see, my legs and feet are disabled, and I will cause trouble wherever I go, but I don't want to die, so can you tell me what the Yang family is like? If I go there, will I be humiliated or accepted?" After listening to me, Yang Yingjie suddenly sighed, and then said, "Uncle, to be honest, I went there this time just to find their family to argue." "What? What happened?" I asked. Unexpectedly, he clenched his fist and whispered, "It's really bullying. Yang Li's father used to herd sheep for our family. I heard from my mother that at that time, our family took special care of their family because my aunt died early. Not only did we give him more money, but we also gave them lambs to raise. When he raised the sheep and gave birth to pups, our family didn't want them. But my uncle was lazy and only knew how to cheat money. When he pretended to be a yin and yang master in the village, he teamed up with second-rate people from other villages to steal our sheep. It seemed that they were not evenly divided. In the end, his father was beaten to death. At that time, the three children were always taken care of by a blind man, but our family also helped a lot. Now, their family has become rich. Not only have they occupied our land, but they have also injured my mother and even forced our family to move the grave. Today I must find their family to have a clear argument."

I said, people have two mouths. Whoever says who is right, the bystanders are the ones who can really speak clearly. If the people of the Yang family are evil and unforgivable, I will definitely destroy the dragon energy of their ancestral tomb without hesitation, correct the destiny, and do good deeds.

Listening to Yang Yingjie's words, I felt that things seemed to have changed a little, so I said: "How about this, let's go together, and I will also see how my relatives are doing now?"

Yang Yingjie said angrily: "The eldest brother of their family, Yang, is now a developer in the city, and the second brother, Yang, is the secretary-general of the county party committee. It is said that he will be promoted to deputy county chief soon. The roads in the village were all built by the eldest brother. Even if he is so rich, our family doesn't care. Today, no matter what he says, he will not move the tomb and give up the land. Even if the village chief comes, it won't work!"

From his few words, I understood the whole story. According to Yang Yingjie, the Yang family has a good reputation in the village, but it is not good for their family! Therefore, the two families have always been at odds, but Yang Yingjie can't explain why. Moreover, the twins of the Yang family have been able to prosper over the years, and they relied on their family's support, so Yang Yingjie has always been a little dissatisfied in his heart.

However, the cause of the incident was just a piece of land that sounded very ordinary. So, I followed Yang Yingjie to the largest and most imposing tile house in Hehua Village. Standing outside, I saw that the family's door was made of solid wood with a red flag painted on it, and there were two stone lions at the door. In the past, only officials, gentry, and wealthy people could afford to put such a thing. I saw a large red brick tile house in the middle of the yard, with pixiu, lions and other ridge beasts on the roof.

The two rooms on the left and right, the one on the left is a western-style building, and the one on the right is very much like a warehouse. In short, this house alone cannot be built in the countryside without 300,000 or 400,000 yuan.

Yang Yingjie placed me in a cool place and said, "Uncle, wait outside for a while. I'll go and talk to him so you don't get embarrassed when you go in."

I nodded and watched him walk briskly toward the door. Little did I know that things here were not as simple as I thought.