Chapter 76 Why Rebellion
The good style of the Black Bandit Mountain is not to kill people easily.
And this is exactly the most terrifying thing.
Except for people like Qiu Ming who might attract the attention of court officials, the evildoers who were caught were either handed over to the government or left in the mountains to do hard labor.
These evil people will work like oxen and horses, shed every drop of blood and sweat, suffer torture, and die of exhaustion.
They won't even have a chance to escape. Even if they can't bear it and commit suicide, they will be thrown into the forest as bait after death, and their bodies will be dismembered.
Black Bandit Mountain is thriving and full of vitality, but it still has its cruelty and bloodiness.
Brother Zhang Dazhuang will fully experience this in the next few months.
At the moment, the other refugees who had gone up the mountain just felt that they had great luck!
Lights were lit on the mountain, making everything bright and clear.
The rich aroma of meat and rice wafted from the kitchen.
They followed the villagers' instructions and each of them lined up at the kitchen window, holding a large bowl.
Wei Dashuan and his grandson came to the window and held out the bowl:
"Thank you very much."
A woman casually scooped porridge for them with a large iron spoon: "When you finish the porridge, you can line up for more."
It was white rice porridge, cooked until soft and filled with sweet and sticky sweet potatoes.
Wei Qi lowered his head and was about to drink, but he saw another iron spoon extended in front of him, adding a spoonful of pickled cucumber into his bowl.
Then another spoonful covered a small piece of braised pork.
"Grandpa, is today the New Year or a festival?" Wei Qi slurped up his porridge.
Wei Dashuan also gulped down the porridge:
"Today is a holiday if we can survive!"
There weren’t that many tables and chairs in the village, and people didn’t care much about what they ate, so they just sat on the ground to eat.
Some people noticed that brother Zhang Dazhuang was gone, but instead of feeling surprised, they breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally I can eat in peace.
After finishing their meal, the refugees all touched their round bellies and burped.
Hao Ren stepped forward and said to everyone:
"Everyone, I am Hao Ren, the village chief of Liangmin Village. I know it must have been difficult for you all to leave your hometowns and come all the way to Lingnan.
But since you have come to our village and decided to register here, you can be considered to have a connection with our Liangmin Village."
"In our village, as long as you are willing to work, you will have food to eat and clothes to wear."
Someone among the refugees asked, "Will we get paid?"
Hao Ren shook his head. "Now I have to feed and clothe so many people without any wages. I will only get paid when the village's industry grows in the future. If you are not satisfied with this, you can rest tonight and leave tomorrow morning. This meal tonight is just a treat from our village to build good karma."
Wei Qi was very surprised to hear this, and turned to Wei Dashuan and whispered:
"Grandpa, if we have this kind of food every day, including food and shelter, life will be better than before."
Wei Dashuan looked around with his tired, presbyopic eyes.
"Aqi, let's stay." Wei Dashuan gave his grandson a reassuring look.
After the meal, the refugees were taken to a mountain spring to wash themselves.
After cleaning, they were divided into two teams, male and female, and taken to several large warehouses for temporary accommodation.
It's summer now, the weather is hot, and there's no need for heavy bedding. The warehouse can be cleaned and people can live in it.
The windows on both sides were opened, and the mountain breeze blew in, so it wasn't stuffy inside.
After everyone lay down, the problem arose.
There are many insects and ants in Lingnan, especially in summer.
A buzzing mosquito flew over and bit me on the exposed skin in the blink of an eye, leaving a big bump.
Doctor Yu and Hua Erniang brought Su Zhizhi and Xue Che to give everyone mugwort.
Lighting mugwort at the door of the warehouse, the smoke can effectively drive away mosquitoes.
Although the smoke is a bit choking, it is better than being numb from being bitten all over.
Su Zhizhi is full of energy all day long, running ahead with mugwort in her arms:
"Whoever runs the slowest will be the younger brother!"
Xue Che didn't want to run, but after hearing these words, his legs moved uncontrollably:
"You ran before me, so your win doesn't count!"
He shouted this, but his feet ran faster and faster.
Xue Che himself didn't realize from which day on, he could run happily without any worries.
He used to feel tired after walking a few more steps.
Su Zhizhi ran to the door of a warehouse full of sleeping women:
"Aunts and sisters, we've brought the mugwort."
Su Zhizhi put the mugwort down, and Xue Che, who came running behind her, also came panting.
Both of them ran so hard that their foreheads were sweating and their faces were red.
The small flower bud bun on Su Zhizhi's head was a little loose.
The women in the warehouse were a little nervous about spending the night in a strange village, afraid of any dangers that might happen at night.
But when he saw two cute children running towards him holding mugwort, he felt a little more relaxed.
A thin girl who was sleeping by the door stood up and came over to help Su Zhizhi fix her hair:
"Look, your hair is all messed up. Sister will help you tie it up."
Her arms and fingers were very slender, and she was skilled and deft in tying hair. Her fingers flew, and she had fixed Su Zhizhi's hair in the blink of an eye.
Su Zhizhi stood still obediently:
"My mom also says that my hair is always messed up when I run around. When I grow up a little bit, I will comb my hair myself."
The newly tied bun is round, like a small bun.
A tear fell on it.
The girl who was braiding Su Zhizhi's hair bit her lip, tears streaming down her face.
She has a younger sister who is silly but cute and always pesters her to tie her hair.
The little girl in front of me said that she would comb her own hair when she grows up.
But his sister died on the road and didn't even have a grave. She would never grow up.
She covered her mouth to avoid making any sound, but her sobs became louder and louder, and even her eyelids were trembling.
Su Zhizhi opened her arms and hugged her, feeling her body trembling.
The warehouse was very quiet at this moment, and many people had red eyes.
Xue Che felt like a stone was stuck in his heart, and he was feeling anxious. He asked:
"Why did the people in Qianzhong rebel? If they hadn't rebelled, you could have lived a good life and wouldn't have to be displaced like this."
He used to live in the capital. Although he had no parents, he lived a life of luxury and had never witnessed the sufferings of the world.
As soon as he asked the question, several red-eyed aunts in the room burst into laughter:
"Hahahaha...why are you rebelling..."
They laughed hoarsely and fell to the ground, pounding their fists on the ground:
"That's a good question, boy..."
"Without food to eat, clothes to wear, and medicine to treat illnesses, how can we expect a good life? Who wouldn't rebel in such a day?"
"Our elderly mother and children starved to death at home, but why should those corrupt officials and profiteers enjoy a life of luxury?"
"They should all go to hell together. No one should have an easy life..."
The sounds of crying and laughing spread slowly in the warehouse.
Xue Che felt as if the huge rock blocking his heart was shattered by the crying in his ears, and even his body trembled from this silent impact.
There is no food to eat, no clothes to wear, and no medicine to treat the illness.
He knew that the people were suffering, but this was the first time he witnessed such naked pain and hopelessness.
Hua Erniang and Doctor Yu heard the noise outside the door, but did not go in to disturb them. Instead, they helped to light the mugwort that Xue Che had placed at the door.
Smoke drifted into the warehouse.
Hazy, like a gentle and slow dream.
The crying and laughing died down, and snoring gradually began to sound.
Su Zhizhi and Xue Che walked out of the warehouse with no smiles on their faces.
The night sky is full of stars.
Countless pairs of eyes are gazing at the earth.
Before they parted, Xue Che suddenly turned to Su Zhizhi and said:
"Zhizhi, you are right."
Su Zhizhi: "What's right?"
Xue Che: "Some people can't be officials, so they should be replaced by a new group of people. Some people can't be nobles, so they should be replaced by a new group of people."
Su Zhizhi couldn't remember every word she had said, but she remembered a poem she had learned in the academy:
"In spring, plant a grain of millet.
Harvest thousands of seeds in autumn.
There is no idle land in the world,
The farmers still starved to death."
The childish voice was blown away by the night wind.
Wei Dashuan, who was lying in the corner of the warehouse, turned over amidst a snoring sound.
Facing the wall, tears streaming down my face.
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