Seeing that there was more information about stick skills in the information given by the gods, Chen Mo slowly knelt down before the empty scene that appeared in front of him. This time, he was extremely pious.

I want to become stronger, I don’t want to be bullied like this anymore, I don’t want to make my mother cry anymore, I don’t want to... I don’t want to!

Chen Mo slowly bowed down to the empty scene: "If you can hear my voice, please protect my mother, I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life!"

The god in nothingness showed no reaction. After paying homage, Chen Mo cut off the contact, lay silently on his bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Chen Mo had just finished studying the Analects of Confucius with his mother when he saw that people from the Taiping Sect were already pulling carts to collect grain from each household. The Chen family's remaining grain had been taken to the city to be sold by Chen Mo. Although there was grain,

But that was the mother and son's ration before the autumn harvest. If they were given, the mother and son would have nothing to eat, so Chen's mother planned to use two hundred dollars to offset it.

"Ouch~" Heizi suddenly shouted at the door, followed by several people who pushed the door open and walked in.

"We've arrived at your house!" The man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks came over again. When he saw Chen Mo, his face became a little mean, and he laughed and said: "One stone of food, bring it quickly."

"My family's surplus food is no longer enough, can I use the money to offset it?" Chen's mother took two steps forward and took out the money she had prepared.

"Who cares about you, we need food!" After seeing Mother Chen's appearance clearly, the sharp-mouthed monkey's eyes suddenly lit up, and he reached out to touch Mother Chen's hand, but Mother Chen avoided it, and said with some embarrassment.

Chen Mo didn't speak, but silently picked up the hatchet from the side of the doghouse.

"Kid, what do you want to do!?" The sharp-mouthed monkey was startled by Chen Mo's posture. Although Chen Mo was young, if he had a knife in his hand to chop randomly, he didn't want to miss and get stabbed.

"There is no food, only money. If you want food, you will lose your life. You have to pay for it with your life!" Chen Mo looked at the sharp-mouthed monkey with a fierce look in his clear eyes. He felt that this sharp-mouthed monkey was just looking for trouble to embarrass their mother and son. Although he was young,

But since I was a child, I have been able to support this family by myself, and I know more than ordinary children. When you meet this kind of person, you will only suffer more losses if you blindly tolerate it. You must show strength, otherwise there will be more troubles.

If orphans and widowed mothers want to avoid being bullied, they must be ruthless when encountering difficulties.

"You're looking for death!" The sharp-mouthed monkey was furious when he saw this, but he was afraid of the hatchet in Chen Mo's hand. He looked around and wanted to pick up a stick.

"Man, what's wrong?" Outside the fence, Uncle Zhang saw that the atmosphere here was not right, so he hurriedly went home and carried a rake out. Da Lang, who lived next door, also came out carrying a pole and looked at these people with unkind eyes.

It's not the imperial court. The act of forcing taxes has already made people very dissatisfied. Now if you still want to bully people here, that's not possible. In these days, if you, an outsider, go to bully people in their hometown, you will be beaten to death by the government office.

They won't care.

"Don't cause trouble!" The Taoist on the side kicked the sharp-tongued monkey in the cheek. He took the money handed over by Chen's mother with a smile and said: "This kid had some misunderstandings with my brother yesterday. It's fine. Money and food are all fine. They are all for teaching and supporting me.

It’s all based on my heart, thank you very much.”

"Mo'er, don't be impulsive!" Chen's mother was startled when she realized that Chen Mo was carrying a hatchet and said quickly.

Chen Mo put down the hatchet, nodded to Mother Chen and said, "Mom, don't worry, this kind of person bullies the weak and fears the strong. If we are weak, he will think that we are easy to bully. If we do this, he will not dare to bully us casually."

"Er Gou is right!" The old man lying on the fence smiled carelessly: "Yesterday, that monkey face was staring at the passing sister-in-law from the gate. He didn't look like a good person. Now he wants money.

If the grain is still so domineering, we have to give them some color to show."

"You are the only one who talks too much." Uncle Wu next door put down the stick in his hand, slapped his son and said, "Learn more from the dung man. Look at him, he is two years younger than you."

"I know, dad~" Dalang threw the pole to the ground with a sad face.

"Thank you!" Chen Mo waved to Dalang, and while picking up his backpack, he said to his mother: "Mom, I'm leaving first."

"Together!" Dalang also hurriedly came out with his backpack on his back.

"Aren't they going to preach today?" Chen Mo looked at Dalang and asked doubtfully.

"What are you talking about? After harvesting the grain, you left. I can see it. How can these people be immortals?" Dalang spat and said, "I originally thought there was some magical magic from the immortal family, but after talking for two days, I didn't see it.

What's the benefit? Instead, they come here to collect grain. This is their intention. How do those people look like gods? I heard that after the autumn harvest, they still come to collect grain. They are more ruthless than those tax collectors. This year's life is not easy~"

Chen Mo's hand holding the hoe tightened unconsciously: "Still holding it back? We can't survive anymore?"

"The government office doesn't care, so what can we do? We can only accept our fate." Dalang lamented.

Chen Mo didn't want to accept his fate. He felt that he was different from others. There was a god living in his head, so he didn't want to accept his fate. He wanted to live a better life, but the help from the gods didn't seem to be much. That fate and luck had arrived.

Now, Chen Mo didn't even know what the use was, but after losing a little luck that day, he continued to have bad luck, which was very disappointing.

But these are not important. With the gifts given to me by the gods now, as long as I am willing to work hard, I will definitely be capable in the future.

He wanted to talk to people about these things, and had told them before, but he was regarded as a madman. It seemed that in legends, no gods appeared in such a form. Of course, it might be that he didn't know enough.

After all, if he counts carefully now, he can't even read a hundred characters. In the future, he may be able to read more books, and maybe he can find some clues.

"If the government office doesn't care, then the court doesn't care either?" Chen Mo couldn't help but ask, always feeling that the court should take care of it.

"I don't know." Dalang shook his head in confusion, and suddenly looked at Chen Mo and said, "Ergou, where do you think the court is?"

Chen Mo didn't know either, but he felt that he was smarter than Dalang and should know more. He thought about it and said, "Since he is the emperor, he must be in heaven."

"In the sky?" Dalang said in surprise: "Then how do we get up there?"

"Who knows." Chen Mo shook his head. He had only been to Xia Qiu twice. The imperial court was too far away for him, but there must be a way.

"I said, just make manure for my land." Dalang suddenly hooked Chen Mo's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Then you help me plow the land. Making manure is very troublesome." Chen Mo did not refuse directly this time. Uncle Wang and his mother had said something about this. Don't be so careful between neighbors, otherwise you will be in trouble in the future.

No one is helping you. Today, I had a conflict with the Taiping Cult. Chen Mo was deeply touched by everyone's sudden stand up, so he decided to find a way that was more acceptable to everyone, help him work, and help them.

manure.

"Okay, no problem. I'll let my dad plow the land. I'll help you in your field, and you can help me make manure." Dalang patted his chest, and then said, "But you can't play tricks on me, or you'll burn to death."

If you lose your crops, you will have to pay for it."
Chapter completed!