Saner, who gets the benefits of copycat, is one of these people.

Saner was originally a farmer in the outskirts of Fu County. She originally had a few acres of thin land at home. Her parents and aunts were taking care of the land. Her father could also make some baskets and sell them at the market during the slack farm. Saner was strong and went to the county town to do odd jobs during the slack farm. Her wife was also a good girl. She made wedding dresses and toys for the rich lady and wife and earned some subsidies. The family worked thrifty and hardworking, and originally had a small life.

However, the emperor had three major levies, so all kinds of burdens arising from this were distributed like monkeys. The land output could not be worthy of taxes, and the family's extra income began to fail to fill the holes. They were busy and had to rely on usury every year, so their lives became increasingly difficult.

But there is nothing we can do. This is the case in the world. Let’s just endure it, what else can we do?

Fortunately, my father and I took my half-aged child to the distant mountain to cut fried dough sticks (also called jingtou) that I had to do with some effort. I made them into a basket, went to the city gate tax, and went to various taxes to make a few mistakes. The woman and my mother also began to sew clothes for the county's ready-to-wear clothes shops and wealthy families day and night. San'er even worked hard to get up early and late, and the family was still alive.

But even so, I started to have no meals. What made it even worse was that I barely collected all the grains and rice I handed over the past year and all kinds of fire and birds. At that time, the family no longer had overnight food. But the fatal thing was that in November, the above order came to the person who sent the rice and grain to the Great Wall border army.

This Fu County is more than a thousand miles from the Jiubian area. You have to provide food and drink all the way. It is to complete the imperial grain tax. The family is already barely scattered, and everyone relies on wild vegetables to save their lives. Where can they have the surplus to eat on the way to transport grain?

This is a life-threatening person, and it is impossible not to go. The cruel officials stared at each other like wolves and tigers, or they were locked and taken to the county prison. The dark and faint prison is not a good place to go. Every year, they only see people in and out. They are tigers that eat people. If they don’t go, they can pay the money. That’s a scary number, and it’s even more impossible for such families to afford.

Well, the poor are all left with this stupid strength and a bad life. San'er pushed the wheelbarrow, brought the rice and grain he had handed over and the wild vegetables and dried food he wanted to eat along the way, and followed the brigade on the way.

Needless to say, the hardships along the way were, the more terrible thing was that refugees and bandits were everywhere, and the officials were afraid of death. Few were willing to escort them back and protect them. Without going a hundred miles, a group of thieves came to attack. The officials and the yamen run away in sight, leaving these transport coolies to slaughter.

Fortunately, San'er was very lucky. Although he lost his grain and rice, he escaped his life. Many neighbors were not as lucky as him. They were swept up the mountain by the pole, and there was no news.

San'er ran all the way, but before the people arrived at home, the county yamen runners arrived at his home before him. They were like wolves and tigers, and they must pay the lost taxes and food according to the rules, and you would not be able to make any promises. If you did not pay the money, or if your father was arrested, or if your wife was tied up, you would not be able to make any compromise.

But when my father was imprisoned, he went to the house but never returned. The wife even lost her family. She had no choice but to stamp her feet and slapped the few acres of thin fields in her family to buy them. She then raised the money and paid it. In this way, the family became extremely poor. She ventured to set off for escort again, sleeping all the way, ending all the hardships, and fighting with the pole along the way.

It's all about life. If you steal mine, you will take my family's lives. So everyone's eyes were red. When they saw a pole coming, they picked up a stick and took a pole and went forward desperately.

The pole was also composed of refugees, mostly elderly, weak, women and children. It was not as strong as these strong men. After several fights, they tried to escort the food to the Nine Borders. It was also San'er's luck. He had a hard-earned military man, and he didn't make much trouble. Then he went home with begging for food.

Without land, you cannot be without taxes and labor service, because there are still land in your name, and there are still many burdens. Looking at the upcoming taxes and autumn grains and various tasks, now there is no way to sell at home.

This year, the whole family has prepared to lay a few ropes, but by autumn it is really hard to say that the whole family will hang it, which is better than separation of flesh and blood.

But he didn't expect that God would not let the poor live. A mutinous border army rushed over and washed the small village again. Fortunately, San'er was well-behaved and begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother. The family had to save their lives. Just now, the government army came again. This was even worse. Ordinary yamen runners took the government army and snatched the rest of the straw mat, and arrested San'er and his men, used as their masters, transported supplies, and were beaten and scolded. They were about to take them to the battlefield to make up for their numbers. At this time, the gods saw that the Black Tiger Army, who was wearing the flag of the tide, came and fought with the government army. San'er and his men also took advantage of the chaos to escape their lives.

As for what the situation is like when the thief retreats, he can only take one step at a time, and leave it to fate.

God favored San'er, and survived in these battles. This Black Tiger Star was also a benevolent and righteous army. Not only did he not kill people and set fire, but he also distributed the seized food to the poor people. At that time, San'er's family also received dozens of kilograms of food. But seeing that this little army could only survive until the beginning of spring, maybe the yamen runners would come to the door, and even this little grain would not be saved. When the family was worried and confused, the Chuangzi Army issued a notice, saying that in order to enrich Huluyu, it would recruit refugees to enter the valley to settle down and bear certain food for winter. Oh my God, what an attractive condition? Everyone was worried about whether they could survive this winter. After discussing with their father, San'er and his father, they would simply follow the benevolent and righteous king Black Tiger Star to the mountain, which would be better than the endless oppression of the government.

So he cleaned up the property that was not much at home, and he loaded a wheelbarrow. His father pushed the wheelbarrow up, his wife pulled the child, and Saner carried his mother and became a bandit like many villagers.

The idea of ​​becoming a bandit is just that, firstly, the Black Tiger Star Renyi also got a lot of food and grass and would not starve the family to death immediately. Secondly, San'er still has good energy and should be able to be a minion in the parody and take care of the family. As for when the parody can be destroyed by the official army, or in which battle San'er died, it was God's arrangement, but what they knew was that if they didn't go up the mountain, they would die soon. If they went up the mountain, they might be able to survive for a while.

However, the King of Chuang met and became a strong man. He didn't need the people like them to fight against the bullies in the fortress. He just moved food and grass back and forth, which was a little relieved.

In this way, the family kept walking with the brigade, and also transported some food and grass for the parcel, but San'er also found a problem, that is, on the side of the dependent refugee team and the team that transported materials, the energetic minions were very kind, and none of them beat and scolded the people who could not walk or accidentally scattered goods. Occasionally, a weak and sick refugee fell down, and a few strong women from the parcel would run over and help these people to the side of the road.

Everyone thought that this was going to be dragged to the side of the road, or simply cut it off with one knife. This is something that the government army or the pole often does. Everyone just walked over silently and numbly, not to see these miserable people. They saw too much and saw too much. This is what human life is like. Maybe the next one is yourself? What did you say? The sad one. (Support the genuine version, support the author, 17k novel)

But San'er noticed that some of the elderly, weak, women and children who were helped to the edge of the road also cried and begged, saying that they were just tired and could leave after a break, while others crawled to the edge of the road numbly, stretched their necks and waited for the refreshing knife. In their opinion, death may be a relief than living like this.

But not only did the healthy women not call for someone to do it, but also kept comforting those people, which made people wonder. Then the healthy women took out some water from the backpack behind them, and some took out some pancakes to feed them. This was a big surprise, but something even more unexpected happened again. Maybe this situation was told to the top, and there should be no horse riding whispers shouting along the way; "Young and young men, don't rest, stick to it. Now, we have arranged a restaurant shed every twenty miles. When we get there, our King of Chuang has prepared the best white rice porridge, big cakes and pickles for everyone. Let's work hard. You are not far from the hot porridge of big cakes."

People were slamming and how could they start to make a pot?

What? There is still food waiting for everyone? There are rice porridge and big cakes, and the most terrible thing is pickles. Oh my God, this pickles are so tempting. You should know how many people in this refugee team have not eaten salt salt for months. Everyone is almost forgetting the salty taste.

A curious man stretched his neck and asked, "Brother, have our king really set up a porridge stand in front of everyone? Are there really pickles?"

The minion riding horse said proudly, "Who dares to joke about the orders of the King of Chuang. It is because the King of Chuang is sympathetic to everyone for a long time. So I decided that the King of Chuang wants brothers. I apologize to everyone for the incomplete thoughts at the beginning. Let's go quickly and work harder. By the way, the king in our village is not called the King of Chuang, but the general of Tianxing is called the Commander. In the future, Mr. Chen Ce, who is responsible for your civil affairs, will be called the Governor General. Don't treat it like other pickled bandits." After saying that, he shouted in front of the war horse.

It's really different. Not only is the king not the king called the commander, but there is also a good king who cares about the people. Everyone can't understand whether it is the commander or the commander.

San'er's footsteps were floating, and she was even more struggling with her mother on her back. When she saw that her father was shaking her legs, she didn't have to say anything about the woman. The bowl of cold water in the morning had long disappeared. Everyone insisted on it in one breath. When they heard the news, they immediately became energetic. Like everyone, they all accelerated their pace.

It was as the horse riding minion said, when he turned the foot of the mountain, he saw dozens of large pots hanging down the hillside with a leeward side. Next to the pot was a busy crowd, with red fires under the pot, and fragrant white rice porridge in the pot. In the pot, there were rows of old steamers, and steamed steamers were constantly opened. Then, big white steamed buns were picked up and piled up in baskets to be distributed to everyone. The fragrance of rice and the fragrance of steamed buns attracted everyone's souls from a distance.

San'er didn't care much, put down her mother and ran over, and rushed directly to the porridge shed, but was immediately grabbed by a minion.
Chapter completed!