Only with He Berg and Wei Taiqiang can they attract these first-class e-sports players to their side.

Hoberge and Wei Taiqiang lived a comfortable and comfortable life, and they allowed these people who defected to them to live a comfortable life.

But no matter how comfortable they are, they still have to eat!

Therefore, He Boge and Wei Taiqiang used various means to let the e-sports players participate in the competition, earn bonuses, and receive various endorsements. Only these endorsements can allow He Boge and Wei Taiqiang and their companies to survive. Only when their companies survive, these people can live a good life.

Some people refuse to commercialize, but if they don’t, they have no way out.

"But, one person has a home," Wei Taiqiang said in surprise.

"Hmph, what do you know? What do you ask about those things?" The old man said mockingly, while uncovering the lid of the wooden pot to see if the water in the pot had been opened recently. A ball of hot air surrounded him, causing his wrinkled face to be hidden in the water vapor. However, he was kind after all. When he showed his head out of the steam, he saw the soldiers coming again, searching everywhere on the street where all the men who could work had run away. But Wei Taiqiang could not see these from where he squatted.

"Look down," he said to Wei Taiqiang, "they are here again."

He was afraid of being dragged to the battlefield, so that not only would his old father and his whole family stay and starve to death, but he himself might also bleed and killed on the battlefield, and he would never see his own land again. He looked at Alan and seemed exhausted. Finally, he said: "Now I really want to sell this little girl and go back to my hometown in the north."

But after hearing this, she pondered for a while, then said in her expressionless way: "Let's wait a few days. There are some strange discussions outside."

However, he stopped going out during the day. He asked the older child to return the car to the place where he rented the car, and at night he would go to the store warehouse to pull the cart for cargo. Although he could only earn half of the money he had earned before, he would rather pull the cart full of boxes all night. Each cart was pulled by about a dozen people, but the person who pulled the cart was so tired that he made a burst of humming. The boxes were filled with satin, cotton cloth or cigarettes, and the fragrance of tobacco overflowed from the cracks of the wooden box. Sometimes there were large barrels of oil or large jars of wine.

He pulled the rope all night, walked through the dark streets, naked, sweating profusely, and his naked feet slipped on the tide of the night. In front of them was a child, holding a burning torch, and under the light of the fire, their faces and bodies were shiny like wet stones. Wei Taiqiang went home before dawn, hungry and tired until he fell asleep. However, when the soldiers searched the streets during the day, he could sleep safely behind a pile of hay in the corner of the mattress that Alan picked up to hide him.

Wei Taiqiang didn't know what war had happened, nor did he know who fought whom. But after some time in spring, fear and anxiety appeared everywhere in the city. During the day, a large cart pulled by horses carried the rich and their fine materials, silk clothes and bedding, their beautiful women and their jewelry, and they were pulled to the river by boat to other places, and some were pulled to the stations where trains traveled south and north. Wei Taiqiang went from the street during the day, but when his son came back, his eyes widened and bright and loudly told him: "We saw such a man, such as this, who was fat and strange, like the Buddha in the temple, with many feet of yellow silk on his body, and a gold ring on his thumb, and the emeralds inlaid on it were like a piece of glass. His flesh was as bright as oil, as if he could eat it!"

The eldest son also said, "We saw so many boxes. When I asked what was inside, a man said, 'It contains gold, silver and treasures, but the rich cannot take them all away when they leave. One day this will become ours.' Dad, what does he mean?" The eldest son opened his eyes wide and looked at his father with curiosity.

Wei Taiqiang simply replied, "How do I know what a lazy man in the city means?"

His son shouted dissatisfiedly: "Ah, if it were ours, I would like to bring it now. I want to eat a sesame cake. I have never eaten a sesame cake."

When the old man heard this, he looked up from his sleep. He murmured to himself, "When the harvest is good, we will eat this kind of cake on the Mid-Autumn Festival; before we collect the sesame seeds, we will leave some to make this kind of cake by ourselves."

Wei Taiqiang remembered the kind of cake that Alan had made in the New Year, which was made with good rice, flour, lard and sugar. He was salivating, but his heart was painful because of his desire for what he had lost.

"It would be great if we can return to the land of our hometown." He whispered.

Suddenly, he felt that he could not stay in such a cowardly mattress for a day. He couldn't even stretch his legs behind the haystack, and it was even more difficult to bear the ropes that had eaten into the meat at night, pulling the heavy cart on the stone road. Now he was familiar with every stone on the street, as if every stone was an enemy; he was also familiar with every rut that could avoid the stone, so that he could spend less effort. Sometimes, on dark nights, especially when the rainy road was wetter than usual, all the anger in his heart was concentrated on the stones at his feet, as if these stones had tried hard to grasp the inhuman wheels of the cart.

"Ah, those fields are so good!" he suddenly shouted, and then started to cry. The child felt scared. The old man looked at his son in shock, the wrinkles on his face twisted and twisted, and his sparse beard shook a little, just like a child's expression when he saw his mother crying.

Finally, Alan spoke in her tablet voice: "We will see changes soon. Now there are people talking about this matter everywhere."

Wei Taiqiang kept hearing footsteps passing through the mattress he was lying. It was the footsteps of soldiers rushing to the battlefield. Sometimes he lifted the mattress a little and looked out from the crack. He saw his legs moving constantly in leather shoes, one after another, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and almost tens of thousands of people. At night, when he pulled the cart, under the light of the torches in front, occasionally saw their faces flashing in the dark. He didn't dare to ask anything about these soldiers. He just buried his head in pulling the cart, ate in a hurry, slept behind the haystack in the mattress throughout the day, and no one spoke to anyone during those days. The city was turbulent, and people hurriedly finished what they had to do and quickly went home to close the door.

Even their lives are nothing. If the enemy wants to come, let him come. No matter how bad their situation is, it will be like this now. However, each of them still lives in their own way, and no one talks about anything publicly to anyone.

Then, the shop manager told the workers who pulled boxes back and forth from the river so that they would not have to come again, because no one had bought or sold things at the counter these days. In this way, Wei Taiqiang had to stay in the mattress day and night. At first he was very happy because his body had never had enough rest, so he fell asleep like a dead person. However, he could not make money without working, and in a few days his surplus of copper coins would be used up, so he tried hard to figure out what he could do. At this time, it seemed that their bad luck had not been enough, and the porridge shed for poverty was closed. Those who had helped the poor with this kind of alms return to their homes and stayed away. There was no food, no work, and no one could be begging on the street.

However, like a sudden loud noise, it suddenly became silent again. At this time, Alan raised her head and said, "What I heard has happened now. The enemy has broken through the city gate and come in." Before anyone could answer her, a shout sounded over the city. This was a bustling voice. At first, it was not clear, like the strong wind before the rainstorm came, and then it formed a low roar, which became louder and louder, until the streets were ringing.

The group of men and women who were roaring like a group of men and women; they were hungry and cold, and at this moment they were doing what they wanted to do. The door of the rich family opened, and the people were crowded with wind and rain, and the whole group moved forward like a person. Others who came from behind squeezed Wei Taiqiang into the crowd, and whether he wanted to or not, they surrounded him and moved forward. However, he did not know what his wish was, because he was too shocked by what happened. In this way, Wei Taiqiang was also hurried into the door, and his feet were as if they were not touching the ground in the crowded stream. People shouted loudly like angry beasts, roaring around.

He was hurried through one yard after another, and was kept to the innermost inner courtyard, but he did not see any of the men and women living in this house. This place seemed to be a long-standing abandoned palace, only the lilies between the rockery rocks in the garden were still blooming, and the forsythia was covered with golden flowers. But food was placed on the table in the house, and the fire in the kitchen was still burning. The group of people knew very well about the house of this rich man because they squeezed through the fire to cook and the servants lived in the house.

The front yard where he lived was always in the inner yard where the master and his wife lived, where they had their elegant beds, silk boxes painted in black and red gold-painted, carved tables and chairs, and axes hanging on the walls. The group of people rushed to these belongings and snatched each other what they had found from each newly opened cabinet. As a result, clothes, bedding, curtains, dishes and bowls were poured from one hand to the other, and the things they grabbed were also grabbed by the other hand, and no one would stop to see what they had got.

Only Wei Taiqiang took nothing in the chaos. He had never taken anything that belonged to others in his life, and he could not do that. Therefore, at first he stood in the middle of the crowd and was squeezed around, and then he finally understood a little, squeezed out of the crowd, and finally squeezed to the edge of the crowd. He stood there, even though he was disturbed by the trend like a small vortex by the pool, he could still understand where he was.

, ready to sneak out and escape. Since Wei Taiqiang has been hiding from the crowd, he is the only one left in the end, so the two of them met.

Long trembled all over. Although Wei Taiqiang was unarmed, he still screamed loudly as if someone had cut his flesh with a knife. Wei Taiqiang felt strange about this scene and wanted to laugh, but the fat guy knelt on the ground and kowtowed while shouting: "Give me a life, spare me a life, don't kill me. I'll give you a lot of money!"

It was the word "money" that made Wei Taiqiang realize it suddenly. Money! Yes, he needs money! And he clearly felt that a voice was saying to him: "Money can save children and have land!"

The man once again stretched out his hands full of gold and whispered, "Now there is nothing at all. I have nothing except my miserable life." He couldn't help crying, and tears flowed down his fat face like oil.

Seeing him trembling all over and crying, Wei Taiqiang suddenly hated him. He had never hated anyone like this in his life, so he shouted with anger: "Get out, don't let me see you again, otherwise I will step on you to death like a fat maggot!"

Although Wei Taiqiang was so weak that he didn't even dare to kill a cow, he now shouted such words. The man ran over him like a dog and then disappeared.

At this time, only Wei Taiqiang and the gold were left. He didn't count it, and hurriedly put the gold into his arms, walked out of the Taiping Gate, walked through the small street behind, and returned to his mattress. He hugged the gold that still had the warmth of others, and said to himself over and over again: "We want to go back to our own land and tomorrow, we will go back to our own land!"

A few days later, Wei Taiqiang felt that he had never left his land, and his heart had never left. He used three pieces of gold to buy some good grains from the south with full grains of wheat, rice and corn, and spent money without caring to buy seeds that he had never planted before, such as celery, lotus roots prepared to grow in the pond, big carrots that could be cooked with pork to the table, and some small red fragrant bean pods.

Even before he got home, he bought a ox with five gold from a farmer who was plowing the fields. He saw that the man was plowing the fields and stopped. The old man, the child and his woman stopped even though they were home. They looked at the ox. Wei Taiqiang first felt that the ox had a thick neck, and then immediately saw that its shoulders were tough and strong, so he shouted: "This ox is not very good! How much are you going to sell it? Look, I have no animals and it is difficult to walk. I am willing to buy it at the price you offer."

The farmer replied, "I would rather sell my wife than this cow first. It is only three years old, and it is the best time." He continued to cultivate the land, but did not stop because of Wei Taiqiang.

At this time, Wei Taiqiang seemed to feel that among all the cows in the world, he had to buy this one. He said to Alan and his father: "How is this cow?"

The old man looked at it and said, "It seems that this is a castrated cow."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!