"A grain of millet planted in spring will grow into thousands of seeds in autumn. There is no idle land in the world, and farmers are still starving to death..."

Qu Qingluo repeated the poem Jiang Zhou read in a low voice.

There was confusion in his eyes, mixed with a bit of compassion.

Jiang Zhou couldn't bear it and said: "If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. You will see it slowly in the future."

There will be more and more people like this...

In fact, it was only when he saw the scene at Niu Dashan's home that he realized that the current situation in Daji was probably much more serious than most people had seen...

Prince Guangling, who was still in the room, also heard their conversation, his eyes thoughtful.

Looking at Jiang Zhou again, his eyes were filled with light.

It seems that he is looking at something interesting, or a rare treasure.

This trip went quite smoothly, and with just a few words, we found out the origin of the lapis lazuli, and also dug up the corpse of a female who was suspected of being a former sacrifice to the emperor's concubine.

However, after witnessing Niu Dashan's wife falling ill, Qu Qingluo seemed to have fallen into a state that was difficult to extricate himself from.

He stood outside the house in silence for a long time.

The atmosphere was a bit depressing, and although King Guangling was out of his element, he did not dare to disturb him at this time.

This wasted a lot of time.

It wasn't until Niu Dashan took care of his wife to sleep and came out of the house that Qu Qingluo came back to her senses.

When Niu Dashan went out, he was quite surprised to see that several people had not left yet.

He couldn't help but say: "Noble ladies, it's getting late. This place is remote. It's late and the way back to the city is not easy."

King Guangling smiled and said: "What? Are you driving us away? You are a village man, but you are quite interesting. Do you know who we are?"

Niu Dashan lowered his head and said: "You guys are nobles, but I am a lowly person. This is also a place of poverty and lowliness. It is really not a place for noble people to stay for a long time."

"Hey, you guy is really interesting."

Seeing him like this, King Guangling looked at him with admiration.

In the past, everyone he met was respectful and afraid of him, and they were always trying to fawn over him.

The people he met today turned out to be dismissive of him.

Forget it about Jiang Zhou and Qu Qingluo, after all, their status is also extraordinary.

This mere village man actually chased him away.

"let's go."

Jiang Zhou spoke at this time.

"Hey, don't!"

King Guangling had wanted to leave this dilapidated and dirty place for a long time, but the villagers wanted to drive people away, so he didn't want to leave.

Jiang Zhou ignored him, and he and Qu Qingluo turned around and walked out of the fence.

"Hey! Hey!"

King Guangling called several times, but received no response. He stamped his foot angrily and hurriedly chased after him.

Niu Dashan breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw the people leaving.

He turned back to the house and came to the grass couch.

The woman who had just fallen asleep opened her eyes again.

"Why did you wake up again?"

Niu Dashan scolded: "Get some rest now. Your body is weak now and you can't use more energy."

The woman didn't listen to him, and said with a bit of worry on her face: "Master, did you let those noble people take the great immortal away?"

Niu Dashan frowned and nodded.

The woman worriedly said: "If that... comes again, head of the house, how are you going to explain it?"

Hearing this, Niu Dashan looked a little irritated: "Don't worry about this, that thing is a scourge, and something will happen sooner or later."

The woman wondered: "If that's the case, why didn't you just listen to that person..."

Niu Dashan frowned and said: "Do you think that person is a good person? In my opinion, that person is probably a monster. If I give the thing away, I won't say whether it can really cure your disease, but it will not harm our family of three.

Thank God.”

"Those three people are not ordinary people. I gave the Great Immortal to them. If I want it again, I will fight with them. It has nothing to do with us."

As Niu Dashan spoke, he found that the sky had turned dark, the room was even darker, and he felt even more irritable.

Then he got up and went to the side, lighting the only lamp in the house with a flint.

The lamp oil in this lamp was made from the fat in the belly of a fish he caught from the Yellow River.

This is a craft passed down from his ancestors.

Otherwise, their home wouldn't be able to use lights.

His family's ancestors were fishermen and made a living by relying on the Yellow River.

It was not until my father's generation that I went ashore and came to Niujiazhuang to farm.

The flames danced, and the shadows of the two people were reflected on the wall.

Niu Dashan sat on the edge of the straw couch and said, "Bao'er is still at his aunt's house?"

The woman nodded: "With my weak body, I really can't take care of the baby, so I have to send him there first."

Niu Dashan nodded and said, "It's better to stay at his aunt's house. Even if something happens, you don't have to suffer the same disaster as us."

The woman's already pale face turned pale again: "Master, what can happen? Didn't everyone invite the Immortal out?"

Niu Dashan said: "I sent it away, but I am afraid that the person will anger us. Who knows? Our lives are cheap. Even if this hadn't happened, it's hard to say we would have seen tomorrow."

"Bao'er was born in my family. He committed a sin in his previous life. He never had a full meal. He can still have a warm meal at his aunt's house."

"Even if we are gone, his aunt will not throw Bao'er outside because of our past friendship."

When he said this, he didn't feel any fear at all.

Ordinary people are afraid of life and death, even those who practice Buddhism are no exception, and even cherish their lives even more.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t put all the effort into achieving immortality.

Being able to overcome life and death is a major difficulty in spiritual practice.

But the life-and-death barrier that countless people have faced so hard to overcome turned out to be so light and indifferent to this lowly village man.

However, if someone said this to Niu Dashan at this time, Niu Dashan would definitely spit in his face.

Who doesn’t want to live?

It's just numbness.

"snort……"

The woman on the straw couch suddenly groaned, covering her heart, and her whole body was so painful that she bent down like a shrimp on the straw couch.

"My heart hurts again?"

When Niu Dashan saw this, although a trace of concern flashed in his eyes, he didn't react much.

He stood up and brought over a bowl of dark soup on a table built with a few rotten wooden boards and stones.

Then he grabbed a handful of things from an earthen jar in the corner and sprinkled them into the soup.

There was actually a dense mass of insects floating on the surface of the soup, still squirming.

When he came to the woman, he fed her.

The woman's face remained as usual and she drank the whole drink in one gulp.

The pale face actually regained some color, and the severe pain also eased.

Niu Dashan breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the immortal taught us this method, otherwise, even if you, a mother-in-law, are going to die, you will not die happily."

The woman breathed a long sigh of relief and showed an uneasy look: "The Great Immortal is kind to me, so we just invited her out. If she wakes up..."

Niu Dashan said: "Don't worry, I don't think those three people are bad people. When the immortals come to them, they will be much better than in this miserable place like ours."

"Okay, stop talking and lie down."

Niu Dashan pressed her body and helped her slowly lie down.

"call……"

Their house was very simple, and a breeze blew through the cracks everywhere.

The candles flickered when they were blown.

The shadows they printed on the wall also shook.

But after shaking it, one more one appeared...
Chapter completed!