Chapter 10 Human Trafficking and Beggar Gang

There is a tree in the center of Qingnian Road in Wuling City, a 100-year-old peach tree.

 On October 2, 2000, a young woman took a 4-year-old boy off the back seat of a bicycle. She said to the boy: "Wangwang, wait for your mother under this tree. Mom Go to the bathroom and be right back."

 The little boy sat on the stone guardrail under the tree and said, "Okay."

 Ten minutes later, the young woman came back, but the little boy was gone. The young woman turned pale and stood under a tree asking people passing by. Half an hour later, panicked family members arrived one after another. They called the police and took photos of the child to nearby intersections, stations and piers to inquire. During the investigation, the police learned that the little boy had been taken away by a woman. When the young woman heard the news, she collapsed on the ground. The onlookers helped her up. Some kind people suggested that she write a missing person notice and post it on the street. After a while, the young woman took off her shirt in front of everyone, bit her finger, wrote a missing person notice on the clothes with her own blood, and hung it on the tree.

 More and more people were watching, and the woman, who was only wearing a bra, finally burst into tears. She sat on the ground and clenched her fists like a madman, shouting at the top of her lungs. The bursts of heart-rending pain made her voice change in tone. What she said was even more miserable and horrifying. Those words were enough to make every mother cry:

 "My son is lost. Oh, what should I say? Oh my God, he is gone. He was kidnapped by a woman. People say they saw him. I kowtow to him, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, please. Please. Oh, it's windy, it's cold, and my son is only wearing a small jacket. Wangwang, where are you? I can hear your voice. You cry, you laugh, call me mom. . My son was taken away by human traffickers. Traffickers, I spit on them. Traffickers who deserve to be cut into pieces and sent to hell. If a woman steals other people's children, I will skin you, beat your tendons, and drink your blood. , chop off your fingers, you deserve to die! Damn it! Damn it! That's the flesh that fell off my body, he is only 4 years old. No, no, no, I said the wrong thing, you are so merciful, give my child back Me, okay? I can't live without him. You are also a woman, do you still have a conscience to hold other people's children? If you want to sell the child for money, I am willing to pay ten times, a hundred times the money, Buy my child back. Tell me where my Wangwang is. I am willing to crawl on the ground. I want to crawl to my child. I am willing to sell the house and get a loan. I will give you all the money. I just ask you not to hurt the child. Don't ask for it. The organs in the child. Please, you evil woman, you will go to hell, go to hell..."

 The next day, she stood under the tree again, looking dull, as if she had aged ten years overnight. For several days, people passing by saw a woman talking to herself against the tree. She looked like a pale, dull, and gloomy ghost. Sometimes, when someone pushing a flat cart selling walnut cakes passed by her, she would utter a series of vicious curses, but because her voice was hoarse, no one could hear what she was saying - she was already crazy.

 Half a month later, in the Huacheng Railway Station Square, an old beggar led a little boy with a chain to beg. The little boy had his trousers rolled up and three shocking sores on his legs. Flies were buzzing around him.

 Half a month ago, this little boy was still in kindergarten. All he could do was sing a few songs, memorize a few numbers, and tell a simple story. Like all children, he has a small face like an apple and a voice like a bird. He digs a hole in the ground with a small shovel. When he finds an earthworm, he happily runs to tell his mother, chattering incessantly into her ear. He excitedly said something that no one could understand, and then all he did was fall asleep on the sofa holding his teddy bear. When he wakes up, he doesn't want to eat. Even though he is only 4 years old, he will raise his little face and say seriously, "Mom, I haven't had ice cream in more than ten years." He has his little train, planes and armies. He rules over all the stars in the sky and all the flowers on the ground, that is to say, he rules over happiness and joy.

 When a child and a dog merge into one and move in front of you at the same time, the neck that should be wearing a necklace is tied with an iron chain, the eye sockets are sunken, and his eyes have changed from frightened to dull. He does not speak, does not Smile again, don't even dare to cry, he just kneels and begs like that; when this sallow, skinny, dusty, ragged, unkempt child suddenly appears in your sight - even under the sun, What this child tells us is: darkness exists.

 A child kneeling on the ground speaks of the sinfulness of all mankind.

 According to a report by the Ministry of Public Security, in 2004, a total of 1,975 cases of child abduction and trafficking were uncovered and 3,488 abducted children were rescued. This is just the data used to solve the case, the tip of the iceberg. There are more unknown contents under the water. There is nothing more cruel than a mother losing her child. When a human trafficker abducts a child, it is equivalent to destroying three or four families. How many parents who lost their children have become mentally disturbed, and how many grandparents have become ill.

 In our country, the crime of abducting women and children is punishable by a fixed-term imprisonment of not less than five years but not more than ten years. Bai Baoshan, the principal criminal in the No. 1 criminal investigation case, was sentenced to four years in prison for stealing a few pieces of clothing; Ma Qingxiu was sentenced to three years in prison for the crime of huge amounts of property of unknown origin. The sentence was suspended for five years. The amount involved in the case reached 9.31 million yuan (the maximum penalty for the crime of huge property of unknown origin is five years).

 We can't help but ask, is the balance of the current law tilted?

 At both ends of the scale, is it sometimes too light and sometimes too heavy?

 Not only that, we also have to ask every pair of bare feet, why are there no shoes? One only has to look deeply through the ragged holes to reveal a world of suffering.

 We should face up to this, because this is exactly what we have created.

 That trafficker, that woman is Gu Li.

 After Kuban was imprisoned, Guli wandered around with Balang. She thought about working, but couldn't find one. She wanted to visit Cuban in prison, but gave up the idea because she was also involved in drug trafficking and bank theft. During her wandering days, she missed the grape trellises and cotton fields in her hometown, as well as her former ordinary life. Finally, she felt that she had no choice but to sell her son to a farmer in Shanxi.

 At that time, when Gu Li took the money and walked to the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, she farted. She giggled, laughed and cried again.

 She returned to the house, and the honest buyer—the farmer with a bare house—asked her why she was back. She said, "I can't bear to leave the child. I'll say a few more words to the child." She held Balang in her arms and whispered in his ear: "Ten days later, if you sneak out of his house, I will leave him at the entrance of the village." I'll wait for you under the big locust tree and I'll pick you up again, remember?"

 Balang nodded with understanding.

 She had only played this trick three times, which cost everyone and everyone money. The second time, she sold Balang to Guizhou. When she ran away with Balang a few days later, the whole village was chasing her with torches. The third time, she sold Balang to an old man in Huacheng named Apar, who made a living by begging.

 Let me briefly explain here that in developed cities such as Huacheng and Shenzhen, there are a large number of professional beggars. Take the beggars near the hotel and bus stations in Shenzhen and Shanghai as an example. Several beggars from Henan only need to see the traffic light turn red. , they would shout: "The light is red, hurry up! Be tough, there will be no more as soon as the light turns green!" They kept bowing to the vehicles waiting for the red light to beg for money. Each of them earns about 70 yuan a day. 2,000 yuan per month. This number is very attractive to farmers, so people continue to join this group. Some families come out to beg together, and there is even an entire village begging in groups.

 Apar is a professional beggar.

 At first, he walked around the streets with a wooden stick and a broken teapot, earning very little. Later, he brought a disabled child from his hometown, a baby girl with a crooked mouth and drooling eyes. Sitting at the door of the kindergarten. The door of the kindergarten is indeed the best place to beg. Parents who pick up and drop off their children can easily transform their love for their children into sympathy for the "grandfather and grandson".

 In 1999, the year the chrysanthemum one-yuan coins were issued, Apal went to the bank to exchange two boxes of coins every month. There was a box of one-yuan coins, brand new and shiny, with a chrysanthemum on each coin; a box of fifty-cent coins, yellow and shining like gold.

 In April 2000, his cash cow, the sick baby, died. In late September, Guli sold Balang to him for 4,000 yuan. He was disappointed with Balang because Balang was too healthy and a bit old. He expressed to Guli that he was willing to pay a high price to buy a baby under 4 years old. children. On October 6, Guli brought a crying child.

 In Apar's residence, a rental house in Tianhe District, Huacheng, he and Gu Li had such a conversation:

 Appal shook his head and said, "I can't accept this child."

 Gu Li asked: "Why?"

 Appal said: "He is too cleanly dressed. Look, these clothes, these shoes, these arms and hands are too tender. Where did you steal them? The parents of the child are not crazy about it. They will." Whoever comes up will beat me to death."

 Gu Li made a gesture of breaking something with her hands: "You can cripple him."

 Appal said: "You can't do anything that is unconscionable."

 Gu Li said: "You have a good heart."

 Appal said: "Unless you sell it cheaply."

 Gu Li said: "You tell me a price."

 Appal said: "4000, for the sake of my fellow villagers."

 Gu Li said: "Deal, give me the money."

 Apar said: "What kind of money should I give? We are even, you take Balang away and keep this kid. Your little Balang, he won't go to the streets with me to beg for food. He feels embarrassed and even takes a small knife." , poke me, play outside all day long, come back to eat when you are hungry, you might as well take it away."

 Gu Li cursed: "Ah Nang is dead (expletive), I will take Balang away in a few days."

 That night, it started to rain lightly. Apar sat at a small round table drinking. He taught his children to call him grandpa. If the children didn't shout, he would hit the ground with his cane and say, "I will be your grandpa from now on."

 Balang came back humming a song, grabbed the boiled sheep's hooves on the table and ate them. He saw a little boy tied to the leg of the bed and asked, "Who is this?"

 Apar said: "I bought it and will take him to the streets tomorrow."

 Balang said: "Then I will put makeup on him first."

 Balang smeared the oil on the little boy's clothes and poured the cigarette ashes on the little boy's head. The little boy cried.

 "This makes you look like a little beggar. Don't cry." Balang took out a butterfly knife and threatened.

 The little boy recoiled in horror.

 "What's your name?" Balang stabbed the little boy in the stomach with a knife.

 "Wangwang." The little boy replied. He was so scared that he almost cried, but he didn't dare.

 "Wangwang." Balang repeated the name and laughed, "You are a puppy. I will call you puppy from now on."

 "Puppy, where are you from?"

 The little boy shook his head.

 Balang patted his forehead and changed his question method: "Where is your home?"

 The little boy thought for a while: "Building 4, Guanghua Community, Qingnian Road, Wuling." He said it very skillfully, and it seemed that his mother had taught him a lot.

 Apar said: "You dare to say Wu Ling again——"

 The old beggar raised his cane as if to hit him: "I'll beat you until you jump around."

 "Your mother doesn't want you anymore." Balang said.

 The little boy rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and began to cry.

 "What's the matter?" Balang shrugged and said, "My Ada entered the house, and my grandmother sold me three times, three times." He stretched out three fingers to Wangwang, and then he stuffed a sheep's hoof into Wangwang's hand. inside.

 "Bite." Balang ordered.

 Every day, Apar takes Wangwang to the streets to beg, and Wangwang has completely reduced to a dirty little beggar. Appal also used white glue, red ink, and cotton swabs to make several wounds on Wangwang's legs. These fake sores were very realistic. If maggots were put in and a little stinky fermented bean curd was applied to attract flies, it would be more effective in begging. Get twice the result with half the effort. Because he cried often, Wangwang's eyes were deeply hidden in a layer of shadow and had lost their luster. At first he was kneeling on the street with a panicked look on his face and an uncontrollable fear of everyone. Then the 4-year-old child got used to it and became numb. Balang sometimes begs with Appal, but more often he likes to wander around the streets. Children are easy to get along with each other, just like the light of two stars is the same. Balang sometimes bullies Wangwang, and sometimes calls him "puppy brother" affectionately.

 One day, it started to rain lightly. It was impossible to go out to beg for money in such weather, so Apal lay on the bed and slept. Old people always sleep deeply. Wangwang pulled out a small box from under the bed. There were some cards, two magnets, and a few broken-down cars. He took out a beautiful little plastic man and said to Balang, "Here you go."

 "Picked from the trash can." Balang dismissed it.

 "For you to play with."

 "What's so fun about this," Balang said, "There are a lot of fun things, you don't know. I'll take you to the ice cellar. It's hot and there's ice there. Then we go to the swimming pool. We can sneak in and jump from the platform. Get into the water. I'll take you to Sanyuanli to see the skeletal woman. She's not dead yet, and you'll also go to the train station to see people fighting."

 "I miss my mother." Wangwang said, raising his big eyes and holding back tears. He didn't cry out, he just let the tears flow out. Alas, this little child has learned to be strong and patient.

 Balang said: "Oh."

 After a while, Balang snapped his fingers and seemed to have made an important decision. He said: "Isn't this simple? I will take you home."

 The two children were walking hand in hand in the rain, and the rain soaked their hair. They didn't speak, and just kept walking, walking out of the filthy urban village and walking through the dilapidated alleys filled with garbage. , walked to the street. Wangwang holds Balang's hand tightly. We have no way of knowing what this 4-year-old child was thinking along the way. When he grows up, can he remember who brought him out of this nightmare? Can he remember who he is at this moment? The hand that holds tightly? Near a vegetable market, Balang took out a wrinkled piece of money from his body. He said to the stall owner selling mutton pancakes: "Bring two pancakes. I want to treat you." He said to Wangwang: "Eat it. , stuff it into your stomach." After eating, they continued to move forward, and Balang led Wangwang to the door of the Tangxia Street Police Station in Tianhe District. Balang asked Wangwang: "Do you still remember where your home is?" Wangwang nodded. head. Balang said: "Go in and let the policeman wipe your butt. He

We will take you home. "

 Balang pushed him and said: "Go, little brother puppy."

 After saying that, Balang ran away quickly. He hid on the street corner and secretly saw Wang Wang standing at the door of the police station crying loudly. A female police officer came out, knelt down and asked something, then took Wang Wang's little hand and walked into the police station.

 Balang left with peace of mind, whistling a song:

 You have a garden and you want to plant fruit trees,

 When you have a son, read the book,

 To educate children to love labor,

 Be a strong and good man.

 Guli was discovered stealing a baby. She was beaten until she was dying. The victim was afraid that she would die, so instead of sending her to the public security bureau, she was dumped at the door of the hospital.

 Many days later, a prostitute appeared on Shikang Street in Sanyuanli, Huacheng. She was the oldest and ugliest prostitute on that street. She was sitting inside the glass door of the hair salon, like the quiet air, quietly cultivating the enoki mushrooms in her lower body. She doesn't smile because two of her front teeth are missing. Even during the day, she gives people the air of night. This woman who had not yet contracted syphilis waved to everyone who passed by. She was particularly fond of the elderly. She hooked her fingers, winked, and even lifted her skirt. However, business was still bleak. Before long, she couldn't afford the rent and the protection money collected by the local gangsters, so she had no choice but to take to the streets wearing heavy makeup. This woman standing under the streetlight and yawning can become the night scene of the city at night, just like the dark clouds are part of the sky.

 In Hwaseong's stations, docks, squares, subway passages, and pedestrian bridges, there is a group of people who, no matter summer or winter, always lie on the cement floor, covered with a ragged blanket, and their arms are pillows. When he stood up, his head came out of a hole, and the blanket became his clothes.

 They also had a hat or a broken teapot with which to beg.

 A little girl passing by had this question one winter. She asked her mother: "Aren't these people cold?"

 Mom said, "They are beggars."

 The little girl said: "What is a beggar?"

 Mom said: "They are just beggars, beggars, and money beggars."

 The little girl said: "Why are they beggars?"

 Mom said: "Because they are poor and have no money."

 The little girl said: "Why are they poor?"

 Mom stopped talking and didn't know how to answer.

 The little girl asked again: "Where is their home?"

 silence...

 No city prohibits begging.

 A female textile worker who worked the night shift once saw a horrifying scene: more than 20 men in black appeared at the intersection on her way home. They had strange postures. Some were lying down and sleeping, and some were sitting on the ground and shaking their heads. , some stood looking at the sky in a daze, some muttered, some shouted, all were in rags and smelled bad.

 Underneath civilization, under the soil of society, there is another world.

 A 76-year-old man pretended to be a beggar and went undercover for two months, spending more than 10,000 yuan at his own expense. He uncovered the shady story of the torture and coercion of street children to beg. The investigation notes he wrote were criticized at length by national leaders. This respectable old man is Cao Dacheng, a retired Beijing cadre living in Shenzhen.

 From his investigation notes, we can see that beggars have become professional, organized, and group-like, with underworld features. They gather together according to their place of origin and draw boundaries. If someone infringes on their territory, a group will break out. assault incident.

 Every city has an urban village, with low-rise houses, dilapidated streets, and garbage everywhere. When you walk in, you will see a few thin and dirty children beating an earthen pot with branches. When you leave, those children Still tapping.

 Huacheng Yuexi New Village and Tangxia Village are home to a large number of beggars.

 This is a corner that cannot be spurned, filth gathers here, and scum settles here. Let us jump into this cesspool and enter the depths of these people's souls. All kinds of stinky smells were mixed together, and in front of my eyes, I could only see strange and dark scenes, some of which looked like humans, and some of which were not human-like. They squirmed in groups and gathered into a monster: the Beggar Gang.

 They are also part of the social order.

 When begging is no longer because of poverty but because of laziness, when begging becomes a profession, any logic becomes messy here, and self-esteem has no place here. There was some light in their gathering together. In the interval between two deceptions, so many eyes that had never shed tears shone with greed and yearning for life. During the day, he would put on his own sores to ask for money, and at night, he would turn into a robber and steal money. As sewage flows in and out, these healthy-limbed parasites move from their dark lairs to the streets and alleys of the city. A roundworm can also turn into a python, which can eat more than we imagine. People continue to fall into this group, relying on the sympathy and compassion of others as their source of livelihood, laziness as their starting point, and ignorance as their end point.

 Of course, there are also some real beggars who do not live but survive, for example, the disabled.

 The following section of Lotus Falling is sung by an old beggar. In other words, these words come from the inner world of a beggar.

 His lower limbs were paralyzed, and he was rowing a homemade car with both hands, as if he was surrounded by the sea.

 He begged along the streets every day, playing Allegro.

 (White) Come on, come on, come on!

 The sun comes out and shines on the west wall,

 According to my rags.

 Begging for flower clothes, begging for flower hats.

 Still the same as last year.

 The bamboo boards shook the streets,

 Worship the Three Religions and the Nine Streams.

 Beat the bamboo boards and come into the street,

 Good deal on one street and two roads.

 Gold signboard, silver signboard,

 I haven't been here these days,

 Make money in all walks of life.

 If you want to worship me, go to your house and worship me.

 It is not strange for people to worship the God of Wealth.

 There are rules in the family and conduct in the right way.

 It's hard to find money on the streets now.

 I'll go to the vegetable market first.

 Walk and walk, walk and walk,

 I met an old man selling green onions.

 Big brother, selling green onions,

 You made meritorious deeds when you were young.

 Brother, you are not simple,

 Let me praise you.

 Big Brother, I am not deaf and my eyesight is not blurry,

 Can live 2918 years.

 Talk about green onions, talk about green onions,

 One end is white and the other is green,

 The beard below is noisy,

 Just like Chiang Kai-shek left Nanjing.

 The more you bring, the faster you sell.

 Three ditches and two ridges are not enough to sell.

 It can sell tens of thousands of yuan a day.

 With the money from the sale, I built a house.

 So that I can find a wife for my eldest son.

 Build the east room and another hall.

 Let the incense stand stand in the center.

 High gate tower, short ditch,

 The sycamore tree is planted outside the wall,

 My grandson has an easy road to study.

 It must be an upright official who kept his name.

 (White) Big brother, how much do you give me?

 (White) Zhong, I just sold it for more than eight yuan. I'll give you fifty cents.

 Just bend down to take the money and leave.

 The elder sister next to me is selling lotus roots.

 (White) Brother, stop singing. I came late with my children and the market hasn't opened yet.

 Please take care of those who are out of town.

 The eldest sister led a college student.

 Don't bother if you didn't sell it for money.

 Bro advertising.

 from Beijing, from Shanghai,

 Harbin, Yantai,

 There is also the return of Macau,

 Don't buy what others buy from you.

 The lotus root is white and easy to sell.

 If you don't bring enough, you won't be able to sell it.

 Sell it dry, sell it cleanly,

 There was not even a tael left after selling it.

 I can't carry the money for the sale.

 You rent a three-wheeler to take it home.

 (Bai) Big brother, I said I won't give it to you. You sing well. Hey, I'll give you a dime first. Let's go!

 Walking through<u >house after house,

 When you meet your elder brother, compliment him.

 This big brother is not a bad person.

 Selling celery on a foreign cart.

 This bicycle is light at both ends.

 You don't ride in the middle.

 Say celery, say celery,

 Stir-fried shredded pork, stir-fried pork slices,

 It's good to entertain guests when they come.

 How happy it is to eat it in your belly,

 Celery is a delicious dish.

 (White) I, the old beggar, haven't eaten meat in months!

 (White) Stop singing, why should I give it to you? Celery is cheap, ah, let's go, let's go!

 Call me brother, don't worry,

 Listen to your brother sing on.

 Take care of this, take care of it, take care of it,

 You are at home and I am outside,

 It's hard to go out when you go out.

 Please bear with me, brother.

 Comparing people with each other makes people angry.

 I am an old beggar,

 A disabled person with paralyzed legs,

 How to survive without children?

 (Bai) No matter how pitiful you sing, I won't give it to you.

 I won't be bothered if my eldest brother doesn't give it to me.

 Listen to your brother and I finish singing.

 I bent over and turned my head to the north,

 I can sing until I'm angry.

 Boss, don't bother me.

 I played bamboo stick and sang for two years,

 Your business is surrounded,

 Can't sell for a penny or a penny.

 I won't be angry if you don't give it to me.

 It's not easy to be a small vegetable vendor,

 After working hard for a year,

 This costs money, that costs money,

 The people who want it are annoying to everyone.

 (White) I'm a girl.

 That year of 1998,

 The flood is coming,

 Nineteen counties in eight provinces were flooded.

 People in disaster areas are in difficulty,

 Support comes from all directions,

 Soldiers are heroes,

 He sacrificed his life to fight the flood.

 (White) Brother, I see you are wearing camouflage uniform. You must have been a soldier. You are so strong.

 (White) Haha, I don't have it. It makes me happy to sing, so I'll give you fifty cents.

 Brother, you are straight-minded and kind-hearted,

 I picked up a gold ingot on the road.

 Go fast, go slow,

 In a blink of an eye, we arrived at the cabbage stall.

 This cabbage is tender and tender,

 Add more urea and get more feces.

 The cabbage drooped its head,

 The aunt's cabbage is shiny.

 This cabbage is really good.

 The price is cheap and sells quickly.

 This old lady, this old birthday girl,

 Old birthday star, old,

 There are seven sons in the dynasty.

 The superiors manage the king, and the subordinates behead the ministers.

 Fight on the battlefield for the people.

 (White) You are the modern Mrs. She.

 The more you live, the more energetic you become.

 I wish you good luck with the bamboo board,

 Longevity is as old as the pines in Nanshan Mountain,

 Four generations live under one roof, one family has filial piety and loyalty.

 (Bai) Darling, I don't dare to take it seriously. I just want my children and grandchildren to be safe. I'll be very pitiful if I give you a few cents and get out of the house.

 Thank you, ma'am, for your kindness,

 Thank you for the RMB you gave me.

 The bamboo boards make a croaking sound,

 I saw my elder brother selling bean sprouts.

 (White) Stop singing, I have no money.

 (Bai) Brother, it's unreasonable to worship others without worshiping you, even across mountains and seas.

 (Bai) What nonsense are you singing? I'll beat you up.

 This boss has a bad temper.

 Selling bean sprouts in a rage.

 I won't do anything illegal, either.

 I promote the country's good documents.

 I don't steal or rob.

 Will always be with our party,

 What can you do to me.

 If you want to give it, just give it.

 In today's world, who is afraid of whom?

 We have people who are both underworld and white.

 (Bai) Hey, you are not simple yet. If you are surrounded by such a large circle of people, I really won't let you be unreasonable. Let's go.

 Bending down to pick up the money,

 The boss next door sells spinach.

 You sell spinach on a fair scale,

 How many cents can you give me to win?

 (White) Can I give you a dime?

 This is the big brother,

 Another person's fifty cents, but yours is ten cents.

 Not a cent more, not a cent less,

 You know the price of supplies is going up.

 You get two cents for pooping in public restrooms.

 You said, you give ten cents a lot less?

 (White) Grandma's, this beggar can also negotiate the price.

 Walking and walking, watching and watching,

 I heard someone calling me.

 (Bai) Where have you been lately, fellow, I haven't seen you singing on this episode?

 (White) Oh, I am so happy to see you on Earth. You are busy, you are busy.

 A dozen bamboo boards rattled,

 This one sells tofu, a good family.

 Plant soybeans, grind soybean milk,

 Busy every day all year round,

 People eat tofu and pigs eat dregs.

 You can make a fortune in half a year.

 The person named Zhang, the person named Wang,

 Restaurants are coming to buy it from you.

 (White) Go away, if you sing again I will beat your brother-in-law, I will give you money, I will give you a donkey dick.

 This shopkeeper is really good at making trouble.

 If you don't give money, you have to give dick.

 It doesn't bother me if you give me a dick,

 If you give me too much dick, I'll sell it for money.

 The boss said he got angry.

 Punch me a guy.

 I take up my old legs and run fast,

 I ran to the fish market.

 Silver carp is white, turtle is black,

 Small shrimp <dfn > red, grass carp green,

 It's time to pay my respects to Mr. Jiang.

 If you want to worship me, worship me to the end.

 Grandpa's fishing rod is passed on to you.

 (Bai) Ri, I'll give you fifty cents, plus another ten cents.

 This goes and goes, goes and goes,

 Killing pigs and sheep is also heroic.

 The knife is white and the knife is red,

 You are the best in peace and prosperity.

 Holding a fair scale in hand,

 Meat buyers, please rest assured;

 Buy meat and go home to honor your mother.

 Look at us, China's bid for the Olympics was successful.

 How many cents can you give me to win?

 (White) He had money and asked for it from the mutton seller.

 (White) If you sell mutton well, you will have a baby next year.

 (White) Kowtow to me and I will give it to you.

 (White) Bah!

 Kneel up to the sky, kneel down to the ground,

 Kneeling in the high hall of my parents,

 You have to have backbone when asking for food!

(White) I'm just joking for you, but I'm serious about it. You're so old, catch it.

 (White) Beggars, come here and sing about my wine. My shop has just opened. If you sing well, give me a piece.

 Ask me to sing, I agree.

 This little piece of music is called the Wine Classic.

 (White) Listen up, folks.

 The wine shop is a battlefield,

 Drinking means courage,

 Drinking style is style,

 The bottle is the level.

 Deep feelings, a dull mouth,

 The feelings are shallow, give it a lick,

 My feelings are weak and I can't drink.

 I have strong feelings and don't drink enough,

 Emotional iron, drink chicken blood.

 When you meet a close friend, a thousand cups are too little.

 Drink as much as you can,

 No matter how much you drink, it's just right.

 It's not good if you know how to drink or not.

 (White) Talk about some leading cadres.

 Seeing the bottom one bite at a time,

 Such cadres love the collective.

 Drink half of it in one sip,

 Such cadres need to be trained.

 I can drink eight taels and one catty.

 We can rest assured about such cadres.

 I can drink eight taels per catty,

 I'm sorry for the people, I'm sorry for the party.

 You can drink liquor and beer,

 Such cadres must be transferred.

 I can drink beer and drinks,

 We cannot have such cadres.

 (White) Talk about the ancients.

 Dukang made wine and people sell it today.

 Li Bai left a wine sign.

 A few people got drunk in Yueyang Tower,

 Zhang Fei got drunk and offered his head.

 Guan Gong was drunk and red, staring.

 Zhuge Liang was drunk and borrowed the east wind.

 Cao Xueqin raised her glass and sighed at the Red Mansion.

 Pu Songling makes friends in Liaozhai.

 (White) Boss, pour me a glass of wine.

 (White) Finish singing, finish singing.

 (White) It's not enough for me to buy yours.