Wen Yi leaned against the door and watched the woman feed the little porridge in the bowl that could be seen in the eyes of the son who had just turned old. The one-year-old son was thin and thin, which was a typical symptom of malnutrition. Then look at his wife, who was also pale and thin, her face was filled with sadness.

This is the last little rice in the family. He had watched the woman almost counting particles from the rice jar. A little bit of rice was only enough to make some rice soup for her son. But tomorrow, what should I do tomorrow, and adults can still fool the bark of wild vegetables, tree trees, etc., but my son is still so young, how can I keep it going?

The woman looked up at him, her big deep eyes filled with despair.

He stood up and tightened the rope around his waist, "I'll go to the town to see if I can find some work and earn some money to buy some rice."

After saying that, he didn't wait for the woman to reply, he turned around, lifted the hemp rope standing in the corner of the wall, and strode out. He didn't know whether he could find work, but he had to go out and try it.

When they walked to the entrance of the village, they met Wen Cheng from the same village. The two of them looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

"The food is out of stock," Wen Yi asked.

"Who said no? Originally, there was still some food at home. I guess I could survive the autumn harvest. But the day before yesterday, the county came to collect the money and food for the bandits, so they robbed them all. Go out and try your luck, you can't watch the wife starve to death," Wen Chengdao.

"This world can't survive." Wen Yi tightened the rope around his waist again, "I'm so impatient, I'll run to Cang'er Mountain to be a bandit."

"Shut up, you," Wen Cheng was startled and reached out to cover Wen Yi's mouth. "You forgot the tragic incident in our village last year. Lao Liang family, Lao He family, two families with more than a hundred people, are all wrong. It's not because they have rebelled, don't do it randomly. Our old Wen family breaks bones and connects tendons. A grasshopper on a thread, don't do it randomly."

"I'm just talking about it, how can I do this to do anything randomly?" Wen Yi sighed, thinking of the riot of tax resistance last year. He couldn't help but jump up. The Liang and He family were originally big families in this village. Because they couldn't stand the endless taxes and taxes, they killed the county officials who came to collect tax grain. The two families joined forces with the relatives and friends of the He Liang family in several nearby villages. They actually started a rebellion. When the momentum was the most powerful, they almost captured the county town.

Later, the matter was terrible. The court transferred a large army. Looking at the huge riot, it was suppressed in a blink of an eye. The remaining people of the He Liang family fled to the Cang'er Mountain, but they were just some strong men. The old, weak, women and children were abandoned and arrested by the official army to the entrance of the village. At the place where the two had just passed, the heads were chopped up and blood flowed into a river. In the huge village, only the old Wen family was left.

Having said that, both of them fell silent. It was wrong for the He Liang family to rebel, but the women, children and children had any guilt, and they were also dragged out and killed them all.

"Do you know that the general who killed people is not our Qin people, he is a Yan people." After walking for a while, Wen Cheng suddenly said.

"What? Yan people can also be the generals of our Qin Dynasty?" Wen Yi said in surprise.

"You are so lonely and ignorant. I heard from people in the town that the current generals of our Qin Dynasty are all from Yan." Wen Chengdao.

"This world" Wen Yi said with a gull. No wonder he didn't even blink when he killed someone.

The two stopped talking and walked forward in silence on the road to the town.

As soon as the two stepped into the town, they were stunned. They could see the yellow-skinned men who were tied with straw ropes on their waists and shoulder poles everywhere, some were aimlessly slimming on the street, some leaned against the wall, their long legs straightened, their eyes closed and their sunlight, while others gathered together in groups of three or five.

"Don't provoke those people." Wen Cheng whispered to Wen Yi: "Those people are from the same village. Whenever there is a little work, they always rush to do it. Whoever wants to rob them? They swing their shoulder poles to fight. They have a lot of people and they are grouping together. I have seen them beat people up several times and vomit blood."

"So cruel" Wen Yi stuck out his tongue.

"Who said no, but this little food is enough for a few people to eat. Look at the people all over the street. It's not that they can't survive anymore. Who will join in the fun?" Wen Cheng sighed, "I hope there will be more work today, and they can still give us some soup after eating."

The two looked at each other, smiled bitterly and found a wall and sat down.

A man with bright clothes walked over from a distance, looking at the man carrying a shoulder pole all over the street, his face involuntarily showed a proud look on his face. He walked to the steps in front of a merchant door and shouted loudly: "The wall of Mr. Lu's house's monastery requires twenty strong men to take care of food and accommodation, and twenty cents a day's wages."

Suddenly, all the shoulder poles on the street rushed up. Wen Cheng and Wen Yi reacted a little slower and were stomped by the crowds. When the two of them got up, the man had already been surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside.

"Forget it, I don't have the share of us." Wen Yi sat down again in disappointment.

After a while, the man led twenty men away. As expected, he took away all the shoulder poles that were wrapped in groups. Those who took more work on their daily lives, naturally they would eat more and look stronger.

Time passed little by little, and the sun had reached the middle of the sky, but no one had come except for Mr. Lu's family recruiting a group of people.

With a few gurgling sounds, both of them started to scream. Wen Yi looked at Wen Cheng, and they tied the rope around their waists a little tightened. "The town used to be so prosperous. When it was the slack season, we came here and found work to get some spare money. How did we become like this now?"

"It's not the chaos that the He Liang family had caused last year. Many people in the town were caught in. They were beaten to death by the rioters and killed by the imperial army. They were definitely unable to go back after ten or eight years." Wen Cheng sighed, "In fact, it's not just our Ziyang County, but other places, I have also heard that it's almost the same. They are everywhere like ours."

"But I think Mr. Lu's family is doing well. Look at the man before, he is also a servant. Look at his belly, he is shy."

"I heard that Mr. Lu had made great efforts when suppressing He Liang's rebellion. They had a family soldier. The Dalang of Mr. Lu's family was an official in the county."

"This world" Wen Yi was dejected. Today, he has sighed like this countless times.

"I know why the Lu family wanted to monastery the courtyard wall? They helped to kill so many people, but they were not killed in the end. Didn't there be any other people in the Heliang family escape into Cang'er Mountain? Mr. Lu was afraid that those desperate people would sneak down the mountain to retaliate, so he had to raise and strengthen the courtyard wall." Wen Chengdao.

"Aren't they killed their courage? Why dare they go down the mountain to take revenge?" Wen Yiqi said.

"Who said they were killed and they fled to Xionger Mountain to become bandits and recruit soldiers. Some time ago, the government army went to fight for the suppression. I heard that they suffered a great loss and were killed by the bandits. So, they suffered a loss, but in the end they fell on us, and they collected food and taxes, saying that they wanted to invite reinforcements to come and kill all the bandits."

Thinking that the last bit of food in the family was also plundered, Wen Yi not only got angry, "They can't do anything to the bandits, but they only know how to bully us. They robbed our grain, but they didn't see them fighting the bandits."

"You can speak softly. There are so many people here that you should hear it. You are a bandit, and you can't tell me that you are a bandit, and you can't even speak clearly. Our village is suffering from the He Liang family. Otherwise, I would repeatedly remind you not to say that you are from our village on the way." Wen Cheng said quickly.

Wen Yi stopped making a sound, leaned against the wall, curled up in a ball, squinted his eyes and took a nap. Wen Cheng also closed his eyes listlessly.

This world really makes the poor unable to survive. But a few years ago, their lives were still good, but since the Qin Dynasty was defeated by the Han people on the grassland, their lives were getting worse day by day, with more and more taxes, and the harvest of a year was about to be collected. The rest could not support the life of the family. This was a good thing, and the remaining food was lost.

The sound of the gongs woke up the two hungry people, who were a little weak. The two jumped up in a reflex, their faces full of panic. That day, the night when the village had cut off such heads was also started by the sound of the gongs.

The two of them were panicked and widened their eyes and saw a man in the constable's uniform. They were standing in front of a wall, pounding the gong and shouting loudly: "Everyone comes and see, the imperial edict, everyone should have a good life."

Wen Cheng and Wen Yi looked at each other and slowly came over. On the street, not only the idle men carrying shoulder poles, but also the merchants and residents on the street walked out and surrounded the constable.

The notices posted on the wall were covered with bright red seals, but the lines of words on them were all heavenly books for most people here, and no one could recognize them at all.

"Brother, what is it written on it?" A man asked loudly: "In this situation, what good life can you live? The court should not always collect taxes. Our life will definitely be better."

"You can eat food randomly, don't talk nonsense. Tax is a major national policy. If you dare to argue, be careful to go to the prison." The constable glared at his eyes, and the gong hammer hit the notice on the wall. "The court has ordered that farmers without land can share the land for free. According to population, each ten acres are counted. Do you think this is a great thing? Let's go and have a lot of good things written on it. Let's be quieter. Let me read it for you." To be continued. ~Search the basket color and you can read the following chapters in the full text.
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