"I'm afraid I won't be able to teach you archery today." After returning to Uncle Wang's home and looking at Chen Mo, Uncle Wang finally spoke.

"It's okay." Chen Mo quickly shook his head, and then he realized what he was doing. He helped Uncle Wang boil water, made a bed, and after thinking about it, chopped the firewood in the yard.

"Uncle Wang, what happened?" Chen Mo asked while working, but still couldn't hold back his curiosity.

"We met a bandit." Uncle Wang sighed, then frowned and said: "Recently, for some reason, a large number of people have come from Yangzhou, and many villages have been hit by disasters. I have told Li Zheng that we have to fight here too.

Build a wall, but if there are real bandits coming, the fence won't do the trick."

"Are those people bandits?" Chen Mo asked in confusion.

"It shouldn't count over there, but when they get here, they are no different from bandits." Uncle Wang sighed and said: "Like locusts, the counties in the south have ordered each township to gather the people to defend themselves, and we are here soon.

Already."

Why is it not counted over here and not over here? Chen Mo doesn't understand, but Chen Mo is obviously more interested in the matter of gathering people and strong people from various villages: "Uncle Wang, if we gather people and strong people here, can I do it too?"

"No, you are too young. I have to be thirteen years old before I can apply for the army." Uncle Wang glared at Chen Mo and said, "Don't think about this. If there is a war, no one can take care of you."

"Uncle Wang, my stick skills are good!" Chen Mo puffed up his chest anxiously and said. These days, he has been practicing diligently every day, and his stick skills have been upgraded to lv3. Although he doesn't know what that lv means, but the following 3

But he has already understood that the bigger the number, the more powerful it is, and when it reaches 3, he has been taught by many gods and has a clearer understanding of stick skills. He thinks it should be good.

"Writing is not about competing with your stick skills. Being good at martial arts may not mean you will survive on the battlefield." Uncle Wang glanced at Chen Mo helplessly. It would be great if the war was as simple as this child thought.

Chen Mo didn't understand, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Wang, I can learn it."

"Do what you should do. If there is an invasion by rogues, someone will naturally deal with it, and it won't be your turn." Uncle Wang rubbed Chen Mo's little head.

Chen Mo wanted to prove his ability, so he did not leave. He picked up a stick in the courtyard and started practicing, hoping to attract Uncle Wang's attention and make him change his mind.

This kid's stick skills are indeed very similar.

Uncle Wang glanced at Shen Mo with some surprise. It was indeed good to be able to use all the stick moves in such a short period of time, but... that was all. It was a bit ridiculous to go to the battlefield.

Seeing how hard Chen Mo was practicing, Uncle Wang didn't interrupt him and went to bandage his wounds and prepare dinner.

Chen Mo practiced until he was out of breath and exhausted. Uncle Wang seemed to have no intention of changing his mind. This made Chen Mo very frustrated and could only drag his stick home.

"Two dogs!" Uncle Wang called to Chen Mo.

"Hey~" Chen Mo, who was originally weak, was shocked when he heard this. He immediately turned his head and looked at Uncle Wang expectantly.

"Put down the stick!" Uncle Wang automatically ignored Chen Mo's expectant gaze and said with an indifferent expression.

"Oh~" When Chen Mo heard this, he knew that Uncle Wang would not change his mind, so he could only put down the stick and leave sadly.

On the way back, I passed Uncle Cai's house. The crowd had dispersed quite a bit. Aunt Cai's family was holding Ah-Dai and crying. Chen Mo's originally depressed mood became even lower. He returned home silently all the way. After breakfast, he carried his own basket on his back.

I picked up the hoe and walked out. Somehow, I seemed to have suddenly lost motivation for farming and making manure.

"Brother Ergou, why do people die?" A Duo pinched his nose and rubbed away the dried feces while looking at Chen Mo.

"Why?" Chen Mo looked at Aduo in confusion: "You mean Uncle Cai?"

"Yes, it was fine, but suddenly it disappeared." A Duo said a little frustrated: "A'Dai didn't come here today either."

"People are bound to die, sooner or later." Chen Mo suddenly felt a little irritated. Doesn't this mean that he will die sooner or later? When he thought of this, Chen Mo felt a little scared.

"If we are all going to die, then why are we here in this world?" A Duo pouted, feeling irritated similar to Chen Mo.

This question was too profound for a group of seven to ten-year-old children. Chen Mo didn't know why. He also wanted to ask this question. He scratched his head and said, "How can there be so many reasons? No matter what, there are still decades.

It’s our turn, what’s the use of thinking about it now? Get to work!”

"Oh~" A'duo nodded gloomily, obviously still unable to let go of this problem.

Throughout the day and into the evening, the atmosphere among the group of children was a bit gloomy, including Chen Mo. They were all worried that one day in the future, they would die suddenly like Uncle Cai.

In the evening, after finishing his work, Chen Mo returned home carrying his small backpack. Outside the yard, Heizi, who was lying on the ground and letting the chickens peck blindly on his back, moved his ears and then got up from the ground.

He greeted Chen Mo happily, spread his paws and ran happily around Chen Mo.

In the past, Chen Mo would have played with Heizi for a while, but today, he was not in the same mood. He returned to the room with a gloomy look on his face. His mother had already prepared the meal. Seeing Chen Mo's gloomy face, he asked doubtfully: "Mo'er, what's wrong?

Already?"

"Mother~" Chen Mo put down his backpack and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Are we all going to die in the future?"

"Why do you suddenly ask this question?" Mother Chen didn't understand why Chen Mo suddenly asked such a question.

"Uncle Wang came back today with Uncle Cai's body. Everyone is watching. Auntie is crying..." Chen Mo looked at his mother and said with a mournful face: "I suddenly thought that even if this accident hadn't happened, people would still die in the end.

Why is this?"

Chen's mother was stunned for a moment, then sat down and pulled Chen Mo beside her, smiling and saying: "Birth, old age, illness and death are the laws of heaven. No one can transcend them, just like flowers and plants withered and flourishing."

Chen Mo frowned when he heard this and said: "Then we are going to die eventually in this world. Since we are going to die eventually, why do we have to live?"

Mother Chen had a headache. She thought for a while and said, "Every life has a different meaning in practice. Why should we give birth? This needs to be explored by you."

"What about you, mother?" Chen Mo looked at his mother and asked.

"My mother was just as ignorant as you when she was young, but after she married your father, she had to take care of the housework for your father so that he wouldn't have to worry about trivial matters at home. And then after she had you, she had to take good care of you.

Watching my son grow up little by little, marrying a wife and having children is probably what a mother means."

Chen Mo still didn't understand. He kept thinking about these problems in his little head and couldn't let go. After hastily eating, he went back to his room to rest. This night, he didn't sleep well. For the first time in his little head, he was thinking about his future.
Chapter completed!