Origin Chapter 164: Alo

Wu Shaoyong did not expect that Wu Zhongyuan would dare to refuse the servant he had arranged for him, but he did not turn his face immediately, but smiled and said, "Is it too old? Want to be young? How about sending Atong to you?"

Wu Zhongyuan knew for a long time that Wu Shaoyong made things difficult for him because he was jealous, but when he saw that he took the initiative to reveal it, he didn't hate him so much. No man likes his girlfriend to serve other men. Wu Shaoyong rejects him It is also understandable.

"I think you have misunderstood. Atong is a doctor, and she doesn't take care of me, but helps me heal," Wu Zhongyuan explained patiently, "You saw it too, since I was able to go down, I haven't stayed much. in the house."

Wu Zhongyuan thought that his patient explanation would make Wu Shaoyong clear the misunderstanding, but he never thought that Wu Shaoyong was angry, "What do you mean? Do you think I'm arguing with you?"

Wu Zhongyuan did not answer the call immediately. He is now on the verge of turning his face and not turning his face. He has the ability to make a living, so there is no need to endure the humiliation and bear the burden of staying here. But then again, there's no need to find trouble if you're not afraid of trouble, and you don't need to take the initiative to offend people if you're not afraid of offending people.

"Tell me clearly," Wu Shaoyong said aggressively, "what do you mean? Do you really think of yourself as a bear clan?"

Wu Zhongyuan still did not answer, Wu Shaoyong had stepped on his yellow line and was very close to the red line.

"If I didn't see you as a sick child, see how I would take care of you." Wu Shaoyong glared and threatened.

Wu Zhongyuan smiled contemptuously. At this time, it was different from modern society. People at this time advocated force and used fists to speak. In fact, modern society is also like this, but it is not so obvious.

"What are you laughing at?" Wu Shaoyong raised his eyebrows and asked.

"It's nothing," Wu Zhongyuan turned and walked into the room, "Take them away, I don't want them."

Seeing that Wu Zhongyuan's tone was not very tough, Wu Shaoyong thought he was timid, "You don't want this yourself, don't say I didn't assign it to you."

Wu Zhongyuan was too lazy to pay attention to him and went into the house to close the door.

The house is very dilapidated, with air leaks from the top, and there are no decent living utensils in it, only a water tank and two worn-out pottery urns, no bedding, not even tableware and chopsticks.

Wu Shaoyong did this. The motive is obvious. He wanted to force him to leave here. In fact, he has no feelings for this place. It doesn't matter if he leaves. forced away.

Wu Shaoyong didn't leave food, he had nothing to eat, he wanted to ask the blue-qi old man who passed the decree, but he gave up after thinking about it. If he really asked for food, it was no different from complaining, and the old man would definitely reprimand Wu Shaoyong, he is not afraid of Wu Shaoyong being reprimanded, but does not want to do such a spineless thing.

If you don't have something to eat, you have to find something to eat. He lost his previous bow and arrow when he was fleeing. He can't hunt without a bow and arrow. People, I am embarrassed to speak.

Although A Tong had already kept a distance from him, he lent him the bow and arrow when he saw him coming.

Wu Zhongyuan is very weak and can't walk very far, but he doesn't have to walk very far. He only has to turn around in the fields outside the city and he will reap the harvest. These fields used to grow millet, and there are a few The pheasant was picking up grains of rice that fell to the ground in autumn, and he found and shot two of them.

The pheasants in ancient times are not the same as the modern pheasants. They are slightly smaller in size and brighter in color. However, when they hit their prey, they can't do without firewood. They have to find firewood. Some straw was bundled, and wood was everywhere at this time, and few people burned straw that had little firepower.

Because of his weakness, it was very difficult to carry firewood and straw, and he was sweating profusely. On the way back, many people saw him walking with difficulty, but no one stepped forward to help. I don't know if it was a lack of compassion or a right He was on guard.

Wu Zhongyuan had suffered from severe physical exhaustion before, and has not recovered yet. Every few dozen meters he has to stop to breathe and wipe his sweat. He has blisters under his feet, making it extremely difficult to walk.

He is completely holding on now. He can rely on himself and never ask for help. This is Lin Qingming's warning to him.

In the end, someone came out to help. It was a 12- or 13-year-old boy. He was not tall and his facial features were very handsome, but he was very dark and thin.

Wu Zhongyuan asked him what his name was, but he didn't say anything. When I asked him where he lived, he didn't say anything. After sending Wu Zhongyuan to his residence, he put down his things, turned around and left.

Wu Zhongyuan took a few steps, reached out and grabbed him, and handed him a pheasant, "This is for you."

It can be seen that the little boy wants it, but after hesitating, he shakes his head.

"For you, take it." Wu Zhongyuan stuffed the pheasant into his arms.

The little boy holds the pheasant and looks up at him.

"What's your name?" Wu Zhongyuan asked with a smile.

The little boy didn't answer his question, whispered thank you, and turned west with the pheasant in his arms.

Hearing this person speak, Wu Zhongyuan knew that he had misunderstood. Although this person had dark skin, he was not a boy, but a little girl.

The house now has fire pits, cooking is done in the house, the pottery urn is hung, and the pheasant is cooked. It is past 8 o'clock in the evening.

Because there is no bedding, the straws can only be dried and used as bedding.

The house is ventilated, it must be very cold at night, and no one comes to deliver bedding and food to him. There is a saying that you know your hardships and you can only bear some things yourself.

Early in the morning, the black and thin little girl from yesterday came and brought a small bag of taro. Look closely, it is really taro. The taro at this time is different from the modern taro, and there are few tubers. The branches, which are whole, are about the size of an egg.

"Here." The little girl put down the taro and wanted to leave.

"Wait," Wu Zhongyuan hurriedly stopped her, "What's your name?"

The little girl hesitated and didn't answer right away.

"If you don't say it, I will call you little **** in the future." Wu Zhongyuan laughed.

Little **** is not a good name, and the little girl rejects it. "My name is Alo."

"Alo, where do you live? Who else is at home?" Wu Zhongyuan asked.

Alo doesn't answer and turns to leave.

"Can you do me a favor?" Wu Zhongyuan asked.

Alo stopped and turned to look at him.

"I can't climb high now, can you help me fix the roof?" Wu Zhongyuan asked.

Alo looked up at the roof, then looked at the straw in the house, and without speaking, came over and started to clean up the straw.

Covering the roof with straw is not a simple thing to do, it needs to be combed and tied. Arlo's movements are very skilled, and it can be seen that she has done similar things more than once before.

While Ah Luo was busy, Wu Zhongyuan took the opportunity to talk to her. Ah Luo didn't say much, usually he would only answer after a few questions, but as long as he spoke, he could learn something about her. Ah Luo is thirteen years old this year , her father was killed by the enemy in the early war, and her mother was kidnapped. She now lives with her grandmother and lives in the west of the village.

He helped Wu Zhongyuan fix the roof, and A Luo helped him clean his room and yard. Although his residence was broken, he had a small yard.

Aluo was about to leave when he was done, and Wu Zhongyuan asked again, "What are you going to do today?"

Alo didn't know why, looked at him suspiciously.

Wu Zhongyuan said, "I'm going out hunting, can you go with me?"

Alo did not agree, but did not refuse, but hesitated.

"I can't handle heavy things right now, you go with me and help me bring the prey back." Wu Zhongyuan said.

"Are you sick?" Arlo asked.

Wu Zhongyuan nodded, "Yes, if I don't hunt, I have nothing to eat."

Alo said, "You have a last name and you can get more and better food than us, why don't you go and get it?"

"I came from a long way to save a warrior in purple, and they gave me my surname," Wu Zhongyuan said, "but the people here don't like me, or they wouldn't give me such a dilapidated house. ."

Wu Zhongyuan's words aroused A Luo's curiosity, "Where are you from?"

"A very far away place." Wu Zhongyuan said.

"How far?" Arlo demanded.

"It's so far that I can't go back." Wu Zhongyuan smiled, a wry smile.

Of course, A Luo didn't know what Wu Zhongyuan was referring to, but she still understood the meaning on the surface, "Okay, I'll go with you, but I have to go back and talk to my grandma."

"Okay," Wu Zhongyuan nodded with a smile, "I'll wait for you from Ximen."

Alo nodded in agreement and turned away.

The two set off at around 8:00 in the morning and returned before noon. At this time, Arlo was in awe of him, because he could always accurately find the hiding place of his prey, and his arrows were not in vain.

Because the two didn't go far, they didn't catch larger prey, a bunch of turtledoves, two rabbits, and a few mountain mice, the kind he ate before. It is a modern saying that it is better to eat two taels of birds than half a catty of animals. At this time, beasts were more popular than birds, because they had more body fat, and secondly, the fur of beasts could be used for clothing.

Wu Zhongyuan only kept the bunch of turtledoves, and gave the rest to Ah Luo. The distribution system at this time was somewhat similar to the work-point system of the people's commune in the 1960s and 1970s. It was not absolutely average, but focused and shifted based on labor income. Both Arlo and her grandmother had little labor ability, and the food they received It must be small and bad, otherwise she wouldn't be so thin.

On the way back, Wu Zhongyuan and Wu Shaoyong had a meeting. When he saw the bow and arrow on Wu Zhongyuan's body, Wu Shaoyong's face turned ugly.

Not long after, A Tong came over to ask for a bow and arrow. Naturally, she wouldn't say that Wu Shaoyong didn't let her borrow it, but only said that she was going out hunting.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't say anything, but returned the bow and arrow to her with a smile.

In the evening, Wu Shaoyong came, with strong hostility, "It seems that you are almost okay, it's time to assign you errands, we Daqiu don't support idlers."

"I don't need you to support me." Wu Zhongyuan said sternly.

"If you live here, you should work," Wu Shaoyong said. "Don't say I bullied you. Now I'll give you two choices. You're not an archery, okay? You can go out hunting, but you don't have the right to assign it yourself. All hunting proceeds must be turned in."

Wu Zhongyuan sneered.

Wu Shaoyong said again, "Second, aren't you running fast? You will travel to Daqiu cities, besieged cities, and pass news for us."

"What if I don't choose either?" Wu Zhongyuan asked.

"Then hand in the Qi-practice card and go back to your hometown." Wu Shaoyong said loudly.

The sentence "This is my hometown, I'm more qualified to stand here than you" has come to his lips, but he was forcibly restrained in the end. The wooden sign was thrown to Wu Shaoyong, "As a man, you are too narrow-minded."

No one likes to be judged by others, and no one likes to hear negative comments. Hearing Wu Zhongyuan's words, Wu Shaoyong was furious, "Who do you say is narrow-minded?"

"I told you." Wu Zhongyuan looked him in the eyes.

Wu Shao raised his hand in a hurry, but after raising his hand, he suddenly thought that he couldn't explain it to the top after killing him, so he had to shrink his hand angrily, "Go away."

Wu Zhongyuan said, "I was injured to save Wu Chen. I won't leave until the injury heals."

Wu Shaoyong sneered contemptuously, "When will your injury heal? Ten days? Ten months? Or ten years?"

"It won't take that long, I'll leave in seven days..."