Chapter 122 Are you a bitch?

In the autumn of the thirty-seventh year of Emperor Zongming's reign, the heaven and earth were grim and gloomy

The leaves of the trees have turned yellow. After experiencing the scorching heat of summer, the leaves can no longer hold on. They sway and fall in the breeze, forming a thick velvet carpet on the ground.

Chen Guang stood in front of a house, gazing at the vast wheat fields in front of him.

The wheat fields are vast and stretch endlessly at first glance, like a golden ocean.

The full ears of wheat are the result of a year's hard work and sweat, and this year we should have a better harvest.

But there are so many wheat fields, how can people still starve to death? Occasionally, this tall and strong man can't help but think about this question.

There were footsteps coming quickly from a distance.

Soon, Wu Sheng came to him and said excitedly: "Brother, more than a hundred people have come to join us recently. We now have a thousand people!"

Thousands of people! This was something they had never expected before.

Perhaps it was because before the news of the Four-Nation Alliance spread throughout Dayue, they had already made some small business and achieved certain results.

So when the news of the Four-Nation Alliance spread and rebels rose up in various places, many people who saw the opportunity, or who were simply forced to survive, began to make their own plans.

Even though he didn't want to do anything at that time, people kept gathering and joining him.

In fact, those people just want to make a living.

However, it is already the autumn harvest season, why would anyone come to join us?

Even if those masters were to kill us, they couldn't possibly not give us a full meal at this time, right? Chen Guang's eyes flashed with doubt, and he asked, "It's the autumn harvest time, why are there still people rushing here to seek refuge?"

"Hey, it's all because of the dispute over the criminal silver! All officials pay money to the emperor, but where does the money come from? Must they get it from the wealthy merchants and rich families? The wealthy merchants and rich families suddenly lost a large sum of money, so doesn't the bill fall on the common people? Although it is the autumn harvest, the various taxes this year are simply unheard of and are almost enough to wipe out the entire family!" Wu Sheng kept talking.

The more disastrous the year, the harder life will be for the people.

Not to mention the war!

The taxes that could be barely maintained in times of peace will not be reduced at all, but will be increased layer by layer! It is like a vicious cycle. Because life is not easy, more grain must be paid, and because more grain must be paid, life becomes even more difficult. The people suffer in both prosperity and decline.

The vast majority of the people do not understand much, and there is no need to run to them and see them so hungry that their faces are pale and their bodies are thin, and they have difficulty moving a finger, and then talk to them about "sharing the country's worries" because they have already given their lives.

Going hungry occasionally is actually nothing to them.

Going hungry for a few meals in three days is not unbearable.

There is probably no group of people in the world who are more hardworking than them.

But now he seems to want to smash even the bowl, which I really can’t stand.

Even this group of the most patient people had to pick up farm tools and cut bamboo to use as weapons in an attempt to protect their only jobs.

"Silver for Crime"

Chen Guang's expression kept changing.

Of course, he also heard about the news about the negotiation of criminal silver.

In fact, according to reports from spies sent out, a county magistrate in a certain place posted a list some time ago, praising this move highly.

He also specifically listed several wealthy businessmen who donated large sums of money, and lamented that the common people did not understand the principle of "serving the country and the people."

Of course, I know that you are not living well, but you should also understand the principle of sharing the country's worries! The rich merchants can donate so much food, and collecting a little more tax from you is like asking for your life. Is this appropriate? ! Do you have Dayue in your heart? Do you have the emperor? Increasing taxes is for the betterment of Dayue, so that you can live a stable life!

Since I can't convince you of this, don't blame us for being ruthless.

I heard that on the day the list was posted, the county magistrate had someone arrest a few typical people, dragged them in front of the list, tortured them severely, and finally left with their heads held high.

But that night, more than a hundred people rushed to the county government office and used the most rudimentary farm tools to end the life of the county magistrate who was expecting to be rewarded.

Now that group of people are still in his team, how could Chen Guang not know?

As someone who had once struggled at the bottom of society, he knew very well that the so-called damn silver for negotiating a crime was just another way of saying protection money.

"Brother Chen Guangda."

Wu Sheng grabbed his arm, his eyes sparkling with brilliance, and he said excitedly, "What are you waiting for? We have thousands of people!"

He pointed to the vast fields in front of him and said excitedly, "Look, so much food is about to be harvested. Instead of handing it over to those damned officials, why don't we take it ourselves? It was fine if we couldn't win before, but what about now? Time is running out!"

At this time, the timing of the uprising is also important.

Now, even if you do nothing every day, there are still more than a thousand mouths waiting to be fed.

Those people came here to have a full meal. If they can't get enough here, what are they doing here? Before the autumn harvest is the best time. Once you miss it, it will be difficult to succeed.

There was not much time left for them to hesitate.

Of course Chen Guang understood these things. His brows were tightly furrowed, and it was unknown what he was thinking about. Only his eyes sometimes became fierce and sometimes turned into unwillingness.

"Have you ever thought that things will be different after there are more people around?" Chen Guang suddenly said.

"What do you mean, big brother?"

Wu Sheng tilted his head, not quite understanding what was said.

"Before, we didn't have a place to stay, so we could go wherever we wanted. Now that there are more people, we can't just run around anymore. Some people have families with them, so it's even more impossible to run around. We have to have a place for them to stay. If this doesn't work, we'll all die."

Chen Guang lowered his head and looked at the mud on his toes.

It was obvious that they had to resort to this desperate measure because they could not meet the construction schedule of Wanshou Palace. How did it come to this situation now?

They seemed to have done nothing, but were already standing at a fork in the road.

Take a step forward, be willing to sacrifice your life in exchange for wealth and glory.

Take a step back, take some people away, and just have something to eat.

The former is very risky, and the latter is not necessarily safe! This damn, cannibalistic world! "Big brother is actually worried about this!"

Wu Sheng laughed and said, "When we were behind schedule, we were not afraid of anything. We held two knives and led a dozen people to stand on the official road to stop people. Why is it that now that there are a thousand people, you are afraid of me, brother?"

"It's not about fear, it's about responsibility."

Chen Guang shook his head. "When people are hungry, they will fight for a meal. But when they are full, they will think more. You have heard about the news of Huang Tianjun in Yangzhou, right? The leader Huang Chao is a martial arts master! It is said that he dug out a stone man by the Jishui River, and there are words engraved on the stone man!"

"Which prophecy?"

Wu Sheng naturally knew the news, and said nonchalantly: "Brother, if you believe this, I will make the fox cry tonight!"

Chen Guang glared at him, "You know that's not what I meant. Think about it, they have already started in Yangzhou, such a wealthy place. And there is also Yuzhou, not to mention the White Lotus leader. In terms of experience, probably no one can compare to him. How can we, the peasants, compete with him?"

This is a very realistic problem.

It just means that if you cut a piece of bamboo and write a few sentences, others will follow you.

There are still people coming here continuously because there are no powerful characters appearing here yet.

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The advantages they had accumulated before were enough to attract people to come and join them.

But once the banner of rebellion is raised, the issue that needs to be considered is no longer whether or not one can have enough food to eat. There is a huge gap between the two.

Big enough to make people despair.

No matter in terms of reputation, strength, or advantages achieved, even though they now have thousands of people gathered, it is nothing at all.

"Why bother about them? Yangzhou is too far away, and there is the Four-Nation Alliance over there. If the Huang Tian Army wants to occupy Yangzhou, they will have to fight. Although the White Lotus leader is very powerful, Yuzhou is not too far from the imperial capital. How can the new emperor let him make trouble? He must be dealt with! We are in the middle of nowhere, and no one will even look at us for a while. If we don't take advantage of this opportunity to gain momentum, there will never be another such good opportunity!" Wu Sheng said affirmatively.

Chen Guang was about to say something.

Suddenly there was a noise in the distance, and also a hoarse cry.

So he hurried over and saw a yamen runner raising a whip and beating a woman continuously.

The woman was thin and shriveled, and she was holding a child in her arms.

At this time, she was holding a handful of wheat ears in her hands, enduring the beating of the whip, rubbing them with her rough and shriveled palms, kneading out the wheat, and putting it into the mouth of the child in her arms.

“Eat, eat.”

She cried bitterly, blood seeped from her clothes, her whole body was shaking, but she still tried hard to hold the child in her arms.

"You dare to steal the master's things? I think you don't want to live anymore!"

The bailiff sneered, stepped forward and kicked the woman to the ground.

The little bit of wheat that had just been rubbed out was scattered all over the ground.

Not many actually.

The bailiff stepped forward and grabbed the child by the head.

It might be a little girl, but her face was pale and dull, she was skinny and silly.

Even when my mother fell down on the side of the road, I didn't even bother to look at her. I just stared at the wheat on the ground and said stupidly, "My food fell."

"Did it fall?"

The bailiff sneered, "I think your heads are going to be chopped off! How dare you steal from the master? You don't know how to write the word death!"

She was frightened by the voice of the yamen runner and cried, whispering: "Hungry"

"Hungry, huh?!"

The bailiff squatted down, grabbed a handful of dirt, and stuffed it into her mouth. "Come on, eat! Eat it up! After you finish, I will let you go!"

"Let go of Nannan!"

The woman who was kicked to the ground got up, pounced on him like a madman, and bit his arm like an irrational beast.

"Crazy bitch!"

The yamen runner cried out in pain and became furious. He slapped the weak body and knocked it over. He then drew his knife and said, "You don't know how to live or die. You stole the master's things and you still dare to resist?"

The woman cried out, "My husband planted those seeds. My husband planted them."

"Ha, what's the point of calling you a man? The land here belongs to the master! The master is kind-hearted and gave you a meal but you are still not satisfied. Do you really think you have it as your own property?!"

He raised the knife, his face ferocious and angry, as if he had been greatly offended.

The long knife chopped down!

However, it suddenly stopped there in mid-air.

A hand grabbed his arm, preventing him from moving forward.

A rather sturdy man stood in front of him.

"you"

He wanted to say something.

Then he heard the man who stopped him say: "Are kings, princes, generals and ministers of different species?!"

The knife light turned into a red light! Blood burst out and fell on people's eyes, turning them into a red.

(End of this chapter)