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#美军封锁霍尔木兹海峡
I had no intention of letting go, allowing Chen De to desperately fumble with both hands; he exhausted himself. How could he match a strong man like me who does heavy labor every day? No matter how he struggled, it was all in vain.
Chen De was furious, pointing at my nose and scolding, "Are you crazy? What do you want to do?"
"Give me money!" I said decisively.
Chen De's face turned red, "Kid! Let me tell you! This is a society governed by law! You say I owe you money! Do you have the IOU I personally wrote?"
I was taken aback, "I'll take you to work! We have a contract!"

I couldn't help but feel a pang in my nose,.......
But I'm still a man, forcing the tears to stay in my eyes, not daring to let them flow.........
The big brother chuckled, 'Alright! Sit inside! Brother, it's cold outside!'
I lowered my head and nodded repeatedly, 'Thank you! Big brother!'
I walked into the noodle shop with my head down. In the middle of the shop, there was a big stove with a long chimney emitting heat waves, very warm!
I sat by the stove, trying to get my nearly frozen hands and feet as close as possible to the stove, desperately absorbing the warmth........
When I finally felt some warmth all over, the big brother placed a bowl of noodles in front of me.

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In the past three years, both my life and I have been very unhappy!
Especially now, I don't even know how many times I've walked back and forth on this street!
It's so cold that I've put on all my clothes, yet I'm still freezing and can't stop stomping my feet to keep warm!
I'm also very hungry!
Having not eaten or drunk anything for a whole day, I still have five yuan left in my pocket!
Today is the 24th of the twelfth lunar month. According to the customs of Chu, today should be a day for family reunions, as today is Little New Year, the day to welcome ancestors back home for the New Year.
But here I am, all alone on this Little New Year's Eve, waiting bitterly in the cold wind for Director Chen from the project department.

To be honest, we don't have a single grain of food left in the house; even the mice have run away from us.
I asked the village secretary if I needed a letter of introduction from the village to travel long distances. The secretary was very generous and immediately gave me a letter of introduction, stating that my name was Chen Yuan and that I was going to Beijing to visit a friend. Then he stamped it with the village committee's official seal.
After receiving the letter of introduction, I felt much more at ease. I haven't traveled far from home much, and I was still quite nervous.
I went to the train station to buy a ticket, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a train ticket that looked like a small cardboard box, about two centimeters wide and four centimeters long. My ticket was for 8:05 AM the next day, arriving at Beijing Station at 12:28 PM.

I followed that hand down, and behind that hand was the forearm, which was now exposed from the clothes, looking as white as paper under the light.
As I looked further back, this arm was connected to the corpse of a woman, who was now disheveled, sitting in the coffin, raising her head and looking at me with her grayish eyes.
I was instantly scared and let out a loud scream, grabbing the coffin board with both arms and climbing out with all my might.
When I shouted, Huzi seemed to react. Before I could climb up, Huzi jumped out first. After jumping out, he grabbed one of my arms and pulled me out with force. He half-squatted on the ground, using his feet to push against the coffin board. With such force, he actually pulled both me and the corpse inside out. Huzi shouted loudly: "Old Chen, hold on, we have encountered a blood gourd."

That night the wind was particularly strong, the northwesterly wind of spring wrapped the sand of Inner Mongolia, forming a sandstorm. Both of us were carrying shovels, and Tiger was carrying a green canvas bag on his back. With our flashlights, we couldn't see more than three meters ahead, and as we walked, we stumbled many times, but relying on memory, we still managed to find the place.
We found the place, but in this pitch-black night, it was a bit difficult to determine the exact location. Fortunately, there was Tiger's pile of poop to mark the spot, so we kept our heads down and felt our way forward foot by foot. After searching for more than ten minutes, we finally found that pile of poop.

After sending off my grandmother, there were only thirty acres of land, a large cart, and some calligraphy and paintings left at home. Just at that time, the government started to allocate land, and my family was classified as rich peasants, becoming a target for the poor and lower-middle peasants to unite against.
The property in my family was loaded onto three large carts and confiscated by the commune. Even so, due to Chen Junru's diligence and clever mind, life was still better than that of other families. One year in the twelfth lunar month, there was a heavy snow that was knee-deep. Chen Junru brought back a girl from outside using a large mule cart and directly placed her on my father's kang. This girl was my mother. My mother was brought here by my grandmother from Henan while begging for food, and she was on the verge of freezing and starving to death. After seeing her, Chen Junru brought her home. The following year, my mother gave birth to me. The year I was born happened to be when the atomic bomb exploded, and the whole country was rejoicing. So, Chen Junru named me Chen Yuan. Later, I asked why I wasn't named Chen Yuanzi; he said he heard my grandmother say that a one-character name is noble, and people in ancient times had one-character names, like Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and so on. My father looked down on my mother; he always criticized her for being uneducated, coming from a beggar background, and not knowing a single character, lacking manners. Gradually, my father began to treat my mother with cold violence. My father did nothing at home all day; he either gambled, drank, listened to opera, or found an immoral woman from Dongdiao's family to fool around with. According to familial hierarchy, that woman was my father's cousin, which means she was a cousin of my grandmother. This matter caused a lot of gossip and scandal. Once, my father was caught by Chen Junru from that woman's bed and was beaten up badly. Out of anger, he stole a bag of silver dollars hidden at home and gave it to his lover, Auntie, then ran away from home. Later, my father sent a letter home saying he had joined the army. Eventually, he died on the front line at Laoshan and became a martyr; the army sent back an urn and a military medal. At that time, I was already in my teens. My mother was only sixteen when she gave birth to me, and she was only in her thirties when she became a widow. Chen Junru knew that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep her.

My grandfather is named Chen Junru, and he is a cripple.
At that time, the devils had just entered Beiping city. Our Changli County was under the jurisdiction of Tangshan region (later it was designated to Qinhuangdao), which was the throat connecting North China and Northeast China, so there were many military camps of devils here.
Chen Junru then hurried his mule cart to deliver wine to these military camps' devils. Chen Junru, in his twenties, had a good business mind, but he misjudged the intelligence of the little devils. He thought the devils' minds might not be sharper than his own, so he started diluting the wine with water, initially adding a little, then gradually increasing the amount.