Chapter 160 Their life and death have nothing to do with us
Sang Ning kept his head down all the way.
A woman holding a goose egg stopped her.
"Is that Miss Sang? Your mother-in-law gave you some vegetables yesterday and gave you a goose egg in return."
The woman put the goose egg in Sang Ning's hand and left.
The goose egg was still hot, as if it had just been laid, but it was clean.
Maybe it's just cooked?
Sang Ning was unsure and went home with the goose egg.
The old lady was grinding flour in the kitchen. She came in, holding a goose egg and asked, "Mother, someone just gave me a goose egg. Is it the goose aunt?"
"That's it. This is how he is. If you give me something, I have to give it back."
Judging from the old lady's tone, she seemed to be very familiar with Aunt Goose.
"Is Aunt Goose mentally normal?" Sang Ning asked curiously.
"Except for the fact that he raises geese like his sons and is a bit withdrawn, everything else is normal."
The old lady sighed, "He's also a pitiful man."
"I heard from the villagers that a few years ago, Aunt E's husband fell ill and the family was struggling to make ends meet, so her son wanted to go out and do escort work to earn some money.
Who would have thought that they would encounter bandits on their first trip. Her son was honest and guarded the goods tightly, so he was hacked to death.
Aunt Goose's husband died upon hearing the bad news, and Aunt Goose went crazy, hugging her son's goose and calling it her son. Later, the boss of the escort agency asked someone to cure her, but she still treated the goose as her son.
The villagers called her Aunt Goose."
It's sad to hear, but there's something even sadder.
The old lady paused for a moment before continuing, "Guess what the cargo her son was protecting was? It was just a cart of loess.
The escort agency split into two groups, and asked the newcomer to guard the cart of dirt to divert attention. Everyone else ran away, but her son desperately guarded it... Alas, a human life is not as valuable as a cart of dirt."
A human life is not worth less than a truckload of soil.
It was the poverty that could not support his life and the hardship that his family could no longer bear that made him think that any goods were more valuable than him.
I'd rather lose my life than lose the goods.
Because they can't afford to pay.
Sang Ning left the kitchen in an even worse mood.
Huo Changan was not at home, so she asked Jinxiu, and Jinxiu said, "Fourth Uncle couldn't beat Uncle Meng, so he ran away in anger!"
Sanning: "???"
What's going on?
Feng'er still sees it clearly.
"Fourth Uncle followed Uncle Meng to practice swordplay, but he couldn't learn. Uncle Meng said Second Young Master would be able to do it in one try, and then Fourth Uncle left."
The old lady said that Huo Changan was born weak and seemed to be missing something since he was a child, but he recovered later.
He looks very strong normally, but becomes dizzy when practicing kung fu.
At first, the Marquis thought he was pretending.
The imperial physician couldn't find anything wrong.
Later, he was not convinced and insisted on practicing martial arts for a few years. He did learn some life-saving skills and no longer felt dizzy.
It's just that my talent is not good enough and I just can't reach the level.
Since coming to Liangzhou, he has picked up martial arts again. The old lady has seen that he is getting stronger day by day, as if he has finally gotten enlightened.
But maybe he's still weaker than his brother?
Is this child getting anxious again?
Sang Ning thought about it and went out to take a look.
Then he saw Yan Meng sitting on an abandoned broken wall not far away, looking thoughtful.
"What are you doing here? Where is Huo Changan?"
Yan Meng jumped down and pondered for a moment.
He pointed to the mountains at the edge of the village.
"We've gone to the woods over there. Come and have a look!"
It's really unsettling.
Since the master read the letter, his face has turned pale and weak, and he has not allowed him to follow.
I don’t know what my father said in the letter.
It was clearly a letter for him, but he hadn't even taken a look at it.
Sang Ning didn't think much about it.
Probably to relax.
As she walked towards the woods, she saw two villagers carrying wood towards the fields.
They were talking about building another shed in the fields.
The crops are about to mature, so the whole family moved to the fields to look after them. They didn't care whether it rained or not, because food was important.
If we can harvest more grain this year, perhaps we can fill the hole left by last year.
Sanning felt even more depressed.
Think about the modern world: endless fertile fields and lush green crops, yet no one even glances at them.
A lot of land is even left barren because farming is too tiring and the older generation can't do it anymore, while the younger generation can't endure the hardship and doesn't know how to do it.
However, among the ancient people in the feudal era, few owned land. Most of them rented land and had to pay taxes.
After the autumn harvest, the largest and fullest grains received must first be picked out to pay taxes, then the rent must be repaid, and the remaining grain is yours.
After working hard for a whole year, I couldn't even afford a bite of white flour.
Even in times of famine, people still owe money.
How ironic.
If everyone has a piece of land, what a happy thing it would be for them!
Huo Changan heard the voice and turned around. The moment he saw Sang Ning, a scarlet murderous aura that he had no time to suppress suddenly flashed through his mind.
Sang Ning was also thinking about something, so he didn't notice.
She casually sat on a stone, lowered her head and asked, "Huo Changan, there is something that bothers me."
Should she tell the story about the locusts?
Do you want to take a risk?
If locusts devoured all of Liang Province, would the imperial court's rescue be timely and sufficient?
We can save some food, so why feed it to locusts?
Food cannot be wasted. It cannot be wasted.
However, after listening to it, Huo Changan only said coldly: "Bai Yi is right."
"Don't worry about it."
Sang Ning looked up blankly. She didn't expect Huo Changan to say it so straightforwardly.
She thought...
It's obvious something is wrong at first glance.
Huo Changan's eyes were red, as if he had been crying. Looking down at his feet, he saw branches scattered all over the ground.
The tree behind him was bare, its bark had been chopped off, and there were even... some bloodstains on it.
His hands hidden in his sleeves were shaking slightly.
Sang Ning stepped forward and lifted up his sleeve.
The joints of that hand were covered in blood and worn out, clearly the result of a violent blow.
"What's wrong?"
It must not be because he has not practiced kung fu well. He can control himself very well now.
What happened to make him lose control?
Someone grabbed her waist.
The boy's head rested on her chest, his whole body tensed and began to tremble uncontrollably again.
He looked so fragile at this moment.
More fragile than ever before.
It also seemed like it was trying desperately to suppress the giant beast that had just gone mad.
It must be about his father and brother...Sang Ning thought.
She didn't move, but stroked his head again and again.
A sour pain welled up in my heart.
After an unknown amount of time, his body finally calmed down and he let go of his hand.
"Don't worry about it. Their life and death have nothing to do with us! Those ignorant things, no matter how good you are to them, they will still repay you with evil!"
“It’s not worth it… It’s not worth it!”
"Silang! Tell me what happened?" Sang Ning asked.
"They..." Huo Changan clenched his fists, his eyes filled with hatred like a devil devouring man.
The words were squeezed out from between the teeth one by one.
"The Huo family, the third son, the execution platform, beheading... The execution ground was in chaos, the people tore the bones apart... divided them, and ate them..."
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