At the doorstep of the village master’s house.

A mule cart was parked, and a middle-aged man stood beside the cart.

Laocun was looking at the sky and looking at the son-in-law in front of him: "Is there something wrong? Why did you come at this time?"

The son-in-law of the village is in the next village, six miles away.

"Dad, it was Uncle Fourth who sent me... Uncle Fourth heard that many people came here, so I was worried..." The man said honestly.

The "Four Uncles" mentioned by this man is Mr. Zhang, the old village just mentioned. The largest landlord in Fangyuan and the man's tribe uncle.

Laocun did not answer immediately, and looked around. Seeing that there was no one, he whispered: "It's not a bandit, their guards were holding the Yanling Knife."

The man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. Mr. Zhao, twenty miles away, was snatched by refugees, and the fourth uncle was also afraid."

"The big tree attracts wind, and it is necessary to be careful." Laocun was pondering and said: "In the final analysis, it is the food that causes trouble. Mr. Zhang's home has more land, so the food that the refugees don't have food is not for food."

"What should I do?" The man couldn't help but worry.

If the same village and tribe are the same, refugees will really enter the village, and these tribesmen will also suffer.

"Either hide somewhere else with someone on his back, or take advantage of the high price to take action... The outsider knows that Mr. Zhang's family has no food, so there will be no root of disaster." Laocun was thinking about it.

"Dad is still thinking carefully. I'm going to talk to my fourth uncle!"

At dusk, the man rushed to the road and hurried away after rushing to drive the mule cart.

Laocun sighed and turned around, but was startled. He quickly took two steps back and said angrily: "Boy, why are you standing here near?"

"Grandpa, why didn't you tell my uncle to ask Mr. Zhang to sell the grain to those in the house?"

"Do you know what the foundation of those young masters are? Do you dare to be a random person?"

"The leader looks weird and kind."

"Then don't have to worry too much! That's the time to make you see the harmony. If you are really annoyed, how can we ordinary people bear it?"

“…”

Laocun was mailing his hand into the main hall.

Xue Xiaoyi's affairs in Changning County were already like a frightened bird, worried. Looking at Laocunzheng, he questioned: "Since he is the son-in-law coming to the door, why don't he come in and speak?"

Laocunzheng didn't hide it and just told the reason.

Huo Bao and others were speechless for a moment.

Misunderstanding that they are "bandits"? Worrying about robbing food?

Although I didn't plan to grab the food, it was not a misunderstanding.

"The place is so messy? Just go to the village to grab grain?" Huo Bao said.

The clan relationship in this village is the most important. In a village, either the same surname or the in-laws are.

If you can go to the village to rob, the scale of refugees will be quite large.

"Hey! Even if you go into the village and force yourself to rob, Mr. Zhao is also a well-known good man. He was the two refugees who were kind-hearted to give two beggars two bowls of millet. Then he recruited thieves, and all the food was robbed, and several people were killed or injured."

Huo Bao's voice was a little dumb: "I heard that Huainan has a white dog. Are these people robbing food white dogs?"

"Who knows, there are no good people around you."

"The old man doesn't seem to be optimistic about the white dog?"

"If it's really good, I won't be a dog."

“…”

Huo Bao remained silent.

Shui Jin said, "Didn't it mean that many people in Jiangnan believe in Maitreya? There are Maoshan Taoists and the great monks of the Literature Sect in Changning County, which did not delay the preaching of Maitreya believers. They shouted "Vajra comes to the world, peace is the world." How many local believers are there?"

"A serious family and work diligently, who has to pretend to be a ghost all day long? Those who believe in that, if it is not a poor family and have no hope for life, ask God and Buddha to worship him and let him become a good child in the next life; or those who fail the exam will fail, do not want to work, and use God and Buddha to dream of spring and autumn!"

“…”

Xue Xiao glanced at Huo Bao, then glanced at him, and picked the corners of his mouth.

These two people are so poor and dreamy that they all close together!

Huo Bao raised a thumbs up to Laocunzheng and praised him sincerely: "What the old man said makes so much sense!"

Since ancient times, these people have been rebelling against gods and Buddhas, but they have had a dream of spring and autumn, and their last vain.

Zhu Baba is the only exception, because it is resisting foreign tribes.

If the Han people had their own civil strife, the extremely poor peasant brothers would not be able to defeat the gentry class who had mastered knowledge and wealth.

As for the founding of the New China, it was just a fight between the new class that killed the old class or a struggle between the gentry.

Laocun Masato said: "The little old man doesn't know what the reason is. He just lives for a long time and sees more. He is not afraid of being confused, but he is afraid of being confused." At the end of the conversation, he was a little worried.

Why did the previous dynasty perish?

The Taizu of the previous dynasty was cut off, and several generations of emperors were adopted by the side branches, and the imperial power was lost. The relatives and power fought against each other, and officials only knew where to exploit it.

Now the court is worse than the last year of the previous dynasty. The powerful ministers, eunuchs, and relatives of the outside world have established several "child emperors".

This "child emperor" does not refer to the puppet emperor, but actually refers to the doll emperor who is aged 10 years old.

The sudden death of several generations of "child emperors" destroyed the awe of civil and military officials for the imperial power.

In the court, the powerful ministers did not rebel against the name, but in fact they were already the same as rebellion.

From top to bottom, they are all trying hard to make money. The scholars have already seen that the last emperor of this dynasty has no way out.

A meal, the guests and guests enjoyed the whole meal.

Laocun was cleaning up the two cleanest houses in his home and let the three of them live in.

No words all night.

The next day, I had a steamed rice cake and rice porridge breakfast, and Huo Bao and others bid farewell to Lao Cunzheng.

Laocun was sending the three of them to the wheat field in person.

There were 160 people on this side of the school ground, and they were actually led by Li Yuan, the head of the scout army.

Li Yuan is clever and has some meaning of "foxes pretend to be powerful" and half borrows Huo Bao's power, and half is because he is Li Qianhu's younger brother.

Except for the ten Jinling men, there were 150 people left, and the 100 people were all from the Quyang County military camp. The remaining 50 Binjiang soldiers were shocked by the Changning war and shrank their heads.

In this way, Li Yuan was revealed.

Li Yuan is doing similar things to his brother, and he is sleek and thoughtful, which is quite pleasing.

Seeing Huo Bao and his friends coming, Li Yuan honestly came forward and reported that the grain truck was loaded and breakfast was used, and the bamboo tubes each carried were also filled with boiled water.

Huo Bao nodded.

Laocun was seeing it and became more and more respectful to Huo Bao.

Xue Xiao saw it and put down his hand on his purse again.

I saw this old man being tactful before, and he wanted to reward some more money. I thought about it and saved it, but who made the old man blind?

Huo Bao was saying goodbye to Laocun. Just as he was about to get on the bus, a few villagers came out after watching the fun.

A man pulled a girl in his teens forward and knelt in front of Huo Bao.

Huo Bao sideways to avoid it and frowned.

This man looked familiar, not someone else, but the one who sat on the ground and howled yesterday.

"My master, please be kind and buy this girl Dalian!" The man kowtowed and said.

"Song Laosan, what are you doing?" Laocun saw that Huo Bao was displeased and stepped forward to scold.

"Muramasa, my family owes the five hundred yuan and now it's 2 taels. I've been hoping to pay it back in summer before. How can I get it? Instead of going to Qiuli and let someone take you away, it's better to ask the kind-hearted master to give you a way out!"

After the man finished speaking, he knelt down a few more times.

There are old white-haired mothers, peasant women with yellow complexions, and children with tender faces.

Are these people pitiful?

Pitiful.

But Huo Bao's face was sympathetic and his eyes were cold, looking at the boy hiding behind the crowd.
Chapter completed!