After saying goodbye to Qi Wu and others, Lei Yuan started from Dahuaili, then went to Xiaohuaili, and then Shanyangting and Xunmingting... They reported from west to east to where the people gathered.
In these dilapidated villages, the three elders and grassroots officials such as the rank had long been dispersed, and there were almost no powerful organizations. Throughout this, Lei Yuan's actions were not hindered. But his mood became heavier and heavier. In the years before this, his life was centered on the military camp and he did not have close contact with the people; and once in deep contact, Lei Yuan realized that for many years, the local tyrants led by Lei Xu had almost done anything for the people.
Of course, even in the so-called prosperous times, those ants-like grass people were bullied and exploited, let alone in troubled times? For many people, those who can less disturb and treat them are already good people. But Lei Yuan doesn't feel that way. Every time he faces the bleak struggle, he feels sad. He really hopes that his actions can make up for the people.
Sometimes, they walked through the collapsed walls of the dilapidated mud embryo, but all they found were the broken corpses gnawed by wild beasts; sometimes, they opened the cellar covered by broken bricks and tiles, and found the elderly, weak, women and children who hid in advance because they were afraid of looting; more often, they had to patiently explain to the refugees with strange accents from all over the world: We are really not here to rob and kill people, but just want to tell you that Cao's army is coming, so run away quickly!
Lei Yuan did not run around because of Lei Xu's instructions, but out of an increasingly high sense of responsibility, which made him walk through villages and communities, saying repeatedly, without feeling tired.
Cao's army is coming. These five words may not scare the residents in the mountains, but they are enough to make the refugees in the village and community feel the most intense fear.
Among them, some remember the corpses of Fu Yang, Suiling, Xiaqiu and other places in the fourth year of Chuping; some remember the corpses of Yongqiu City in the second year of Xingping; some remember the Xia Pi, which was overwhelmed by Sishui and Yishui in the third year of Jian'an, and the Pengcheng, which was drifted with blood... Through these massacres, the traitor of the chaotic era went from General Fenwu to Sili, to Sikong, to Prime Minister; and under his great reputation were the corpses of mountains, and the despair and fear of the ants.
Here, almost every village community responded to Lei Yuan's call. A group of pale and thin people dug out the treasured food and last bit of property from various corners. They moved quickly and embarked on the road of escape with a resolute attitude that day. Those who were slow to move and wanted to pack up some basic daily necessities, and they all agreed to set off as soon as possible. They all knew that in this process, due to fatigue, hunger and various unknown dangers, there would inevitably be tragedies or tragedies, but that would be better than dying in the massacre of Cao's army.
After two days of running, Lei Yuan and his group basically completed the expected task. Although the sense of accomplishment of saving others made them happy, they could not relieve their fatigue. So they rested in a small village near Lishan and prepared to set off for the next day.
The residents of this village set out one after another yesterday, and a few people were kept at this moment, some of which were the elderly and weak who could not bear the long journey. The young and middle-aged people took away all the food and supplies, and the elderly and weak were abandoned, so they could only wait for death with peace of mind.
This situation is deeply disgusted by Lei Yuan, but what can he do? In decades of troubled times, more tragic situations have happened repeatedly in various parts of the world, and he can only try to remain indifferent. The running of several days has almost exhausted Lei Yuan's energy, which has made him tired and depressed. Sometimes Lei Yuan feels that he is becoming more and more hypocritical. Not long ago, he killed people and killed many people. What is the justice of his actions at that time? Why are he immersed himself in sympathy and pity? Even if he blames himself and is anxious, what is the practical significance?
"Little Langjun, we have helped to pack our luggage for the remaining households... In fact, there are not many, just some small pots and bowls, and a small cart." Guo Jing said while rubbing the mud on his hands.
Over the past few days, Lei Yuan not only tried his best to inform along the way, but sometimes sent his entourages to help the villagers do some chores; in this case, the entourages rarely expected. They were not used to doing these things, but since the young man said it, it would be okay to do some occasionally. After all, the young man was young and would always be softer; in this world, it would be a blessing to be able to follow a gentle boss.
Lei Yuan responded and asked Guo to go to rest by himself.
He walked around a half-decayed wall, brushed away the spider web in front of him, barely finding a stone slab that could be seated. As soon as he sat down, he heard a shrill cry from afar. He frowned and wanted to call someone to check it out, but he thought that it was impossible that his subordinates were robbing. The villagers had no one and had nothing worth starting from, most of whom died of death, died of illness or starvation.
There are still too few things that you can do.
The tall and thin old man sitting opposite placed a cup of tea in front of Lei Yuan.
Lei Yuan knew that the old man was only over 60 years old, but at this moment he looked as haggard as rotten wood, looking extremely old. The lacquer cup used by the old man to hold water had broken skin, revealing the bamboo feces inside, which was just right with the dilapidated houses around him. The tea soup was fryed with unmelted leaves, and it looked brown under the sunset and emitted a suspicious smell.
Lei Yuan respectfully held the teacup in both hands, took a sip, and slowly put it down.
It is not Lei Yuan's pretentiousness, but the old man deserves respect. This man's surname is Li, his name is Fu, and his courtesy name Shuda, and he is a famous local Confucian scholar. He is well-versed in ancient classics, and is good at understanding the Spring and Autumn Period. He was recruited by the Duke's Mansion and was also friends with Liu Liang, a great wise man on the Dongping. For decades, this old man has witnessed the collapse of the Han Dynasty from prosperous times to chaotic times, and has experienced unimaginable ups and downs. About a year ago, Lei Yuan had been here, and he met Li Fu's disciples' service and asked him for advice. Li Fu's free and easy attitude in his broad-minded experience and speech aroused Lei Yuan's admiration.
This time, Lei Yuan received the order to mobilize the villagers to evacuate and pass by Li Fu's residence again. However, he found that the family had suffered disasters and disasters over the past few months. At this time, the people were separated and they were not desolate. Because when he visited the door last time, Wang Yan accompanied him. Wang Yan knew Lei Yuan's respect for Li Fu, so he asked him if he needed to pay a visit again.
To be honest, Lei Yuan did not have this idea. In this year, Lei Yuan's inner self had earth-shaking changes. He was no longer the weak boy who was interested in learning and politeness. Of course, Lei Yuan was deliberately doing this at that time, and he had his own reasons. However, he now only found this behavior of running around Confucianism to seek clear discussions on topics and discussions. Not to mention that Li Fu was just an old scholar, he was not a real celebrity; while Lei Yuan was born as a rich man in the countryside and had barely read a few books. He had never studied seriously and had to join the ranks of scholars. That was a wrong way. So no wonder Deng Tong and others were a little disdainful in both open and secretly.
But since Wang Yan mentioned it, Lei Yuan had to come to the door for a lecture, otherwise it would be suspected of escaping prosperity and avoiding decline, which would be despicable.
Fortunately, Li Fu did not mean to cultivate knowledge with Lei Yuan, and there was no need to praise each other in such a world. He just invited Lei Yuan to sit in the dilapidated courtyard, and the two of them used some tea together.
"Xuzhi, you must have worked hard these days? Or maybe something special happened?" Li Fu asked.
Lei Yuan was stunned: "I'm sorry Mr. Unda... Actually, it's okay. I just thought that there would be a military disaster and felt depressed."
Li Fu shook his head: "What must have happened, but you just hide it from me. Xuzhi, when you came to see me last time, even if the boy's spirit had not faded, he would inevitably reveal the depression of his scales and claws. Today, although the depression and depression are still there, the boy's spirit is gone, and he replaced it with..."
Lei Yuan picked up the teacup and took another sip.
Li Fu looked at Lei Yuan's expression and sighed: "It is replaced by a brave and fierce spirit."
Lei Yuan looked at the water in the teacup and shook slightly. He put the teacup back to its original place quietly and laughed: "Mr. Shuda, Xuzhi is always the original Xuzhi, how could there be such a big change? You have just not seen me for a year, and your impression is blurred."
"Super, I have no intention of inquiring about the housework of your Lujiang Lei family. You don't have to do this." Li Fu stared at Lei Yuan and sighed deeply: "In this chaotic world, it is also a good thing to be more fierce and determined in his nature."
Lei Yuan really didn't know how to answer. He was silent for a moment, and stood up and looked at the ruins around him: "Mr. Shuda, I don't know when you will set off? Are there any family members and fellow villagers? I will send someone to escort you to the mountain camp so as not to disturb you on the way."
"Don't bother..." Li Fu waved his hand and said, "The ancients said, "The fox died of Zhengqiu's head, and it's kind. I am old and don't want to die in a foreign land."
Lei Yuan was surprised: "What does Mr. Shuda mean?"
Li Fu slowly said: "Don't panic, I have no other intention... It's just this intention."
What Li Fu said is indeed true. After all, he is old. Lei Yuan looked at his mental physique and didn't seem to be able to cross mountains and rivers. Lei Yuan smiled bitterly and was about to say something. But Li Fu said again: "Shuzhi doesn't have to persuade me. You should also know that with my old body, I am about to die, how can I withstand the long journey? Instead of killing myself in the fatigue of horses and burying in the mountains and valleys, it's better to sit here and wait for Cao's soldiers to strike him... There is only one thing, I must ask Xuzhi to do it."
"Mr. Shudda, please speak."
"My family members have long disappeared, and all four sons and two daughters have died in war. Now only one grandson named Li Zhen is staying by his side. I hope Xuzhi can take him away and don't let him be buried with me, the old man."
Lei Yuan thought for a while and nodded: "This is easy, Mr. Shuda, please rest assured. I should settle this child and do my best to make him succeed and tell others' affairs."
"It's so good." Li Fu smiled comfortably.
"However, now it is a world where wars are fierce and dangerous. I am afraid that there is some danger, is it possible..."
Chapter completed!