Chapter 78 Life and Death
Su Zhizhi took Xue Che for a run around the village and told everyone that she was going to teach with Grandpa Qin.
The villagers laughed and called them "Little Master."
Su Zhizhi shouted into the wind, "I am Master Zhizhi!"
Xue Che's face was also a little red, his lips were curled up, and his eyes were shining.
He can finally do something for the village.
He is a young master.
Classes officially began in the village middle school.
Due to the large number of students, they were divided into two groups and took turns attending classes every other day.
But even if they were divided into two groups, the original school still could not accommodate them, so Master Qin simply had everyone sit outside the school to attend class.
There was no need for so much paper and pens. In addition to Master Qin who used paper and pen to demonstrate, the others each took a piece of branch and practiced writing by poking and scratching on the soil.
It doesn't have to look good, as long as you are familiar with the word.
The summer mountain breeze brings the fragrance of jasmine.
At the school gate.
The master was over seventy years old, and the two little masters were only seven years old.
Girls in their teens, men in their twenties, old men and women in their fifties and sixties... all crowded together and became classmates.
But everyone's attitude was very serious and no one took it as a joke.
After all, reading and writing are very impressive things in everyone's mind, and they never thought that they would have the opportunity to learn to read from a teacher in this life.
What’s even more amazing is that they found that the school was like a place with magical powers.
Old man Qin, who looks very ordinary at ordinary times, looks very majestic when he sits in the front and turns into Master Qin.
When Master Qin glanced over, they didn't dare to scratch their butts anymore.
Everyone sighed in their hearts, as expected, the school is different!
Kong Wu became the most comfortable one among all the people.
He is tall and sits in the last row, but he is now one of the students who knows the most words in the school.
For this, Kong Wu was secretly happy, and his confidence in literacy soared.
The young teacher Su Zhizhi regretfully discovered that he could not teach everyone to write difficult characters such as "Fathead Fish".
Now everyone can only learn characters with relatively simple stroke structures.
Xue Che was mentally prepared for the reality: "Master Qin, shall we teach how to write numbers from one to ten in the first class?"
"No, no."
Master Qin wrote two words on the paper:
born. die.
"You all came to the village because of these two words, 'life and death.' Let's start by learning to write 'life and death.'"
Master Qin pasted two large characters on the wall behind him.
Su Zhizhi and Xue Che walked among the students to correct their strokes while they were practicing.
The new character is very simple: three horizontal lines, one vertical line, and one stroke.
But it is not so easy to write below the word "death", and many people write it crookedly.
Aunt Cuihua clumsily drew word after word with the stick, muttering softly:
"New characters are easier to write than old characters."
Old man Qin, who was sitting a few feet away, had a faint smile in the corner of his eyes.
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"You traitors and villains don't even know how to spell the word death!"
In the blood-soaked city of Qianzhou, General Yuan Chi of the Left Guard stood on his horse, his cold, hard armor splattered with blood.
The summer sun was abundant, and the grass and trees grew wildly. Within Qianzhou City, the grass and trees were reduced to ash in the raging fire, and the thick smell of blood filled my nostrils.
Yuan Chi, under the order of the emperor, led his troops south to quell the rebellion in Qianzhong, killing the rebels and eliminating the harm to the world.
The imperial army advanced with great force, successively capturing Jinzhou, Chenzhou, Shizhou and other places, and besieging Qianzhou.
The imperial army wore sturdy armor, carried sophisticated weapons, had ample food and fodder, and had fluttering flags and thundering drums.
The rioting people were dressed in rags, holding hoes and sickles, and were determined not to turn back even if they died.
They have seen the ending, but even though they know the ending, they still rush forward.
From the beginning of the riot, any people who still wanted to have a chance of survival had already fled with whatever belongings they could take away.
Those who stayed behind all had a mortal heart.
Yuan Chi's troops broke through the city gates and occupied the walls. They poured oil into the city and fired rockets.
The blazing flames dyed the entire sky blood red. The sounds of fighting, shouting, and screaming mixed together, so sharp that it threatened to tear the world apart.
They fought from day to night.
There are fewer and fewer people standing, and more and more people falling down.
Yuan Chi and his soldiers fought their way to the back, and even they themselves felt it was ridiculous.
It didn't seem like they were suppressing a riot, it seemed like they were carrying out a one-sided massacre.
Kill a group of people who have lost their minds and strength.
Yuan Chi waved the spear in his hand and almost shouted:
"Why don't you surrender immediately? Your Majesty, if you are merciful, you might be spared and give you a chance to live. Otherwise, you will be utterly annihilated, leaving not a single soldier behind!"
Even as he was roaring, someone else rushed forward fearlessly.
Squeak——
Yuan Chi's spear pierced through the chest of a rioter.
The thug was so thin that you could see his ribs protruding under the skin on both sides.
There was no top, and the bottom was just a piece of rag tied around the waist.
The spear pierced his chest, and the tip came out from his back, and bright red blood dripped down the spear.
Blood was flowing from his mouth, and his eyes were full of mockery:
"Life...is not easy, so why fear death? We will die anyway if we don't rebel...it's better to die happily..."
His body fell straight back.
Yuan Chi was no longer a young general. He had fought on the battlefield and killed hundreds of enemies. He was already accustomed to scenes of pools of blood.
But at this moment, his hand actually trembled.
He could hardly imagine how miserable the people in Qianzhong were, as they didn't even want a glimmer of hope for survival and preferred death to life.
The warhorses trampled over the corpses on the ground.
There were women and children, the elderly, babies, and his young soldiers.
"stop!"
"Pass on my order to withdraw!"
Yuan Chi shouted.
The retreat horn sounded and the army withdrew from the city gate.
The people in the city were exhausted and heard the army outside shouting at them:
"God is merciful. General Yuan gives you three days to evacuate Qianzhou. However, if you still resist after three days, don't blame us for being ruthless!"
The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away.
The living were so tired that they lay on top of the dead.
Some people don't want to leave, but they can't leave.
And some people are wavering.
In a small clinic at the end of the main street, a dozen people took shelter and took a break.
The clinic was deserted, with only two beds and a table and chair with broken legs left.
Every one of the dozen or so people was injured.
Some were lightly injured, some were seriously injured. The lightly injured were helping the seriously injured bandage their wounds.
Unlike the people outside who were carrying hoes and sickles, this group of people all had swords on their waists.
They are not farmers, but members of a martial arts sect.
Corrupt officials were rampant in Qianzhong, not only oppressing the common people, but even targeting some martial arts sects.
Qianzhou has many mountains and rivers, and many martial arts sects have occupied the barren mountains and grown stronger step by step.
However, in the past two years, local officials have claimed that the mountains occupied by these sects are government lands and that the sects are required to pay rent every year.
What’s even more exaggerated is that there is a small sect with only a few people, and the master takes his disciples out to practice with others.
When I came back, I saw that the gatehouse of my own sect had been razed to the ground by the government?!
Because the dog official said they didn't pay the rent.
Bah! Damn it! This mountain has been barren for generations, even the trees on it were planted by their ancestors.
The underworld and the imperial court originally had nothing to do with each other.
But once a conflict occurs, the situation will become very deadlocked.
When the people were rioting, the martial arts sects had reached their limit of patience and joined the camp of the dog-killing official.
However, they were outnumbered and when the imperial army arrived, the martial arts sects were also in trouble.
"Third Brother! Qianzhou City can no longer hold out. Let's go. As long as there is green mountains, there will be no shortage of firewood."
A woman with an injured arm is bandaging the wound of a man sitting on the ground.
The man on the ground was seriously injured. He was stabbed in the waist, abdomen and thighs. The wounds were simply bandaged with torn strips of cloth, but they were still bleeding.
Bai Wuqian's lips were bloodless: "Where can I go?"
Bai Yue carried his senior brother on his back: "I don't know, let's go first and talk later."
The night was bleak and the fire was still burning.
The swords hanging on their waists were like two broken moon-shaped buds floating in the wind.
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