Yangzhou Ember Record

Name: Yangzhou Ember Record
Author: Any Chen's Pen And Ink

by Any Chen's Pen And Ink

ongoing History Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties Male Lead

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93Kwords29chapters

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Ch. 29 — Bamboo Bones

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About This Novel

On the day Yangzhou was captured, Chen Shouye's bamboo strip knife was still stained with Hsinchu green juice. He wanted to finish weaving the bamboo basket and give it to his daughter Axiu in exchange for a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. General Yang's pipa string suddenly broke on top of the city, making his hand tremble in shock - the torches of the Qing soldiers were like poisonous snakes burrowing into the cracks in the city wall. When the blood covered the bluestone, Chen Shouye strangled the Qing soldier who broke into his home with half a piece of bamboo strips. The sound of the bamboo strips embedded in the flesh was very similar to the sound of his father's throat when he died. They hid in dung cellars and used bamboo tubes to get air, and lay on piles of corpses to hide in the rotting stench. When General Yang surrendered, Chen Shouye was exchanging his ancestral bamboo sword for rice, and the rice he received was mixed with human bones. Wang Cuilian took off the cotton-padded clothes from the body and wrapped them around Axiu. The hair in the cotton wool entangled her daughter's frozen toes. When Batulu's knife was three inches away from Wang Cuilian's throat, he saw the birthmark on her arm - the birthmark was in the same position as her mother's. Her mother died in the massacre of the village by the Ming army ten years ago. The Qing soldier who had killed three days of people dropped half a bag of highland barley, and his Adam's apple rolled unintelligible syllables. On the day when Liu Rushi, the leader of Yanyu Tower, set himself on fire, the maid Chuntao was lying in the mud imitating the barking of a dog, her spit mixed with black soil to cover her way of survival. The fire burned for five days and five nights. Burn everything to ashes. Later, he re-weaved the bamboo basket, and the bamboo strips pricked his palms. Blood beads formed map patterns on the bottom of the basket, and there was blood on every street. The living people said, "It's all over." But Axiu asked, "Why does the bamboo basket smell of blood?" Chen Shouye didn't answer, and just tightened the bamboo strips tighter, as if to bind the broken bones, ashes, and lives.