A chilly wind passed by.

Lu Bu yawned and galloped nine hundred miles without sleep for two days to reach Xiaoguan. Even his body felt tired.

Regarding the change in Lin Mo's title, Lu Bu smiled noncommittally, then shook the reins, and the red rabbit horse moved forward slowly.

When passing Lin Mo, Lu Bu looked ahead and said solemnly: "Get on your horse and follow me."

Lu Bu's words were like the Confucian sayings in later novels. There was an inexplicable force that made Lin Mo get back on his horse and follow him.

One mile of land, two miles of land, three miles of land...

After walking for a long time, Lu Bu didn't move or speak.

This depressing feeling made Lin Mo feel uncomfortable. He bravely called out: "Marquis Wen, where are we going?"

Lu Bu in front still walked silently.

Helpless, Lin Mo could only follow.

"You go, Wen Xiang, go to Wu County. The next thing has nothing to do with you."

After walking another three or four miles, Lu Bu still didn't say anything, and Lin Mo had a bad feeling.

After resurrecting his life, he has a special respect for life, but there are some destined things that must be accepted calmly.

Could it be that if you kneel on the ground and beg him to let him go, will your death look better?

But Xu Sheng’s end should not be here.

"Young Master, I heard Zuo Rong talk about a line of your poems, and I like one of them very much. During the conversation, we are the same in life and death, and a promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold."

Xu Sheng's expression was expressionless, and he said calmly, "Even if we really go on the road, I would also like to accompany you."

This guy is a person who values ​​friendship and loyalty. Even after Lin Mo tried to persuade him a few times, he remained indifferent and simply stopped talking.

After walking for about ten miles, Lu Bu finally jumped off his horse.

"You wait here."

Lu Bu glanced at Xu Sheng and then looked at Lin Mo, "Yunwen, follow me."

After saying that, he walked into the woods next to the post road.

Lin Mo raised his forehead, indicating to Xu Sheng to wait, and followed him.

The two walked in tandem. After walking for a while, their eyes suddenly opened up. On a hill, they saw a group of people plowing and clearing wasteland in the spring.

Even from a distance, you can still see that many people have smiles on their faces, and they look like they are thriving.

"This place is about ten miles away from Xiaoguan. A year ago, they would not have been able to travel so far to open up wasteland. Because renting cattle far away from the outer city requires a deposit, which is too high and the common people cannot afford it. In addition, it is far away from here.

Xiaoguan is easily overtaken by bandits during the autumn harvest."

Lu Bu was introducing the situation here like a tour guide, pointing to a piece of land and saying: "That keel waterwheel is enough to irrigate dozens of acres of land around here. With the money provided by the state government, the people only need to pay for renting cattle and Qu

The money for the shaft plow is enough.

Moreover, I asked Xuan Gao to drive away all the bandits around here. On weekdays, sergeants will patrol this area, so there is no problem with safety."

Why are you telling me this?

When Lin Mo looked confused, Lu Bu patted him on the shoulder and said solemnly: "They should all thank you, because all this is thanks to you."

"I thought Marquis Wen would kill me..." Lin Mo tested Lu Bu with a guilty conscience.

But he didn't seem to hear it, and just sighed: "If you had been born decades earlier, maybe I wouldn't have walked from Jiuyuan to Xuzhou."

A gust of wind blew, soothing Lin Mo's nervous mood. He didn't understand what Lu Bu meant by his emotional words, so he just waited quietly.

"Sit."

Lu Bu pointed to the stone beside him, used it as a stool and sat on it. He took out two wine bags from his arms and threw one of them towards Lin Mo.

The former husband-in-law looked at each other, opened the cork of the wine, and drank heavily.

"Let me tell you a story."

"Story?" Lin Mo became more and more confused about what Lu Bu was thinking.

He quietly looked at this insurmountable peak that stood before the world's military generals, and found that the perseverance in his eyes seemed to be crumbling inch by inch.

Twenty-five years ago, in a small village, an ordinary couple and three children were farming in their own fields.

The youngest child is only one year old, and the second child is five years old. He is sitting on the field ridge with his sister. The eldest child is eleven years old and can already help his parents to open up wasteland.

It’s not possible without help. The two-cow farming method is doomed to require three people.

Fortunately, although the eldest is young, he has a lot of strange strength beyond his years. Not only can he help, but he also greatly reduces the pressure on his parents.

Being poor is a bit poor, and the clothes worn by the third and second children had several holes that could not be mended and they were reluctant to throw them away. After all, the family can still have fun in spite of hardships.

As long as the weather is good this year, when the autumn harvest comes and the taxes are paid, there will still be enough money to buy some cloth for the children to make new clothes. The mother-in-law’s eyes are shining with hope.

Until one day...

"Old Lutou, the county has adjusted its tax collection. Starting from this month, it will increase the head tax and resettlement tax. This autumn, your family will have to pay a total of two guan of money and three hundred catties of millet."

The tax collector's words made Lao Lutou and his wife panic as if the sky had fallen. "Master, how come you have been raised so much at once? Renting cattle, raising a small tax, and the land tax have already taken away more than half of the harvest. If we add more, how can we survive?"

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The tax collector grinned and sneered, "Let me give you a way to survive. The Huang family in the east of the city is planning to build a new mansion in the outer city, which happens to be near your home. If you sell the land to the Huang family, the money problem will be solved.

What?"

"You can't do it, Master Jun."

Lao Lutou bowed as if worshiping a god and begged: "If the land is sold, how will my baby live?"

"Then there's nothing I can do to help! If you don't pay it by then, you'll be responsible for the consequences!" After saying these harsh words, the tax collector left, leaving only Lao Lutou and his wife crying in each other's arms.

However, tears can never solve the problem, and the children who are waiting for food can do nothing but look at them in horror.

After the couple prepared a meal for their child, they sat together and discussed in anguish.

After some discussion, I still feel that land cannot be sold, and if it is sold, it will definitely be hard to escape the path of serfdom.

"Work harder. I'll go hunting in the evening. You can weave more cloth, my dear. If you're lucky, you can survive."

"Okay, I'll go find Aunt Zhang tomorrow."

In the days that followed, the couple had no time to stop and tried their best just to become ordinary people.

All this was seen by the eleven-year-old boy.

In order to share the pressure on his parents, he will also use his strange strength to do part-time work for others.

Put the bits and pieces together, it seems like it can really endure.

Of course, this means if the autumn harvest can go smoothly that year...

Just as the harvest was about to come, Lao Lutou's family's land was infested by wild hogs. The fallen grains of grain finally caused the family that was struggling to support it to collapse.

The tax collector who came to collect taxes couldn't get the money and grain, so he knocked down Lao Lu's head with his fist. With the combination of fists and kicks, the poor old farmer couldn't survive.

After the child cried hysterically, she chose to cook the last meal for her child, then hanged herself and followed Lao Lutou.

The young man who came back from working as a part-time worker will never forget the scene he saw after returning home happily with twenty five-baht coins.

He was only eleven years old, but he was so strong that he did not shed a single tear. Two voices were arguing in his head, and his heart was shouting for revenge! But his parents told him since he was a child that he should not provoke the government and powerful families. We ordinary people cannot afford to provoke him.

them.

Finally, looking at my younger siblings crying loudly on their parents' cold bodies, I finally suppressed the urge.

After burying his parents with the little savings he had left in the family, he shouldered the burden of taking care of his younger brothers and sisters.

The first two months were fine, but after the autumn harvest, powerful families no longer needed to work part-time, and the life of the young man became even more difficult.

I can only pick up the bow and arrow left by my father and go hunting in the mountains to make a living.

In the winter of that year, the snow was so heavy that the young man, who couldn't find any prey, knelt helplessly at the foot of the mountain and cried loudly.

The death of his parents failed to break through the boy, but he was overwhelmed by life. Thinking of his younger brothers and sisters who were still hungry at home, tears poured out like a torrent of water.

When he returned home empty-handed, a fire broke out in his house. People around him were putting out the fire. The young man sobbed and joined the fire-fighting team.

After the fire was extinguished, and looking at his brother and sister who had been burnt to charcoal, he finally collapsed and roared hysterically, asking God why he was so unfair.

"My child, please sell the land. This land has already killed four people in your family. You can't let anything happen again, otherwise Lao Lutou will be wiped out." A kind-hearted old man finally couldn't help but remind him.
Chapter completed!