I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 415 God Bless!

"Oh, the bark has been stripped off, how will we live in the future!"

Under the scorching sun, an old man in a bunt was holding a handful of wild vegetables with soil on his face, and he couldn't help sighing.

He looked up, and saw that the trees he saw, whether they were as thin as a hemp stalk or as thick as an ancient tree hugged by several people, had been forcibly stripped of their skins, and the leaves on the tops of the trees had been plucked. Clean, bare, very ugly.

Walking through the dry ridges, his gaze passed over the hardened and cracked fields, the old man’s eyes became more and more sad. Soon, a seemingly desolate and dilapidated village came into view, and some vaguely described withered villages could be seen. draft silhouette.

Glancing at the wild vegetables in his hands that were no different from weeds, exuding a strong grassy smell, the old man's expression tightened, as if hiding a treasure, he hugged the bundle of wild vegetables in his heart, blocked it with his clothes, and then walked quickly He crossed the road and rushed to a mud house that was also dilapidated, pushed open the fence gate, and entered the courtyard.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, the old man saw the pale-faced elder son hobbling along with a hemp rope pulling the millstone, in which the grain was not ground, but pieces of dry bark.

Only by grinding the bark into powder can they be eaten. Their teeth and mouths are not as good as those of animals.

"Dad, you're back!"

The son who was pulling the mill saw his father come back, his eyes lit up, and he looked at his father expectantly. He could only do the hard work of grinding tree bark. As for his father, he had to go out to see if he could find something. Eat back.

"The bark was stripped off, and I only picked some wild vegetables."

The old man took out the wrinkled wild vegetables from his bosom with a bitter face. These wild vegetables were pulled out of the soil together with him, and he was reluctant to waste them at all.

"Just eat it!"

The skinny man swallowed with some difficulty, but still had a smile on his face.

"There's not much food left at home, even if it's mixed with bark, it won't last long!"

Speaking of this, the old man looked up resentfully, the sky above his head without even a trace of cloud,

"God, this shitty thief, it's simply not letting people live!"

As a struggling farmer at the bottom, when the harvest was not good in previous years, he would also pull out some bark, dig some wild vegetables, and scrape together a small amount of food, and get through it after a while.

But this year is different. At the beginning of this year, only a few shards of ice fell from the sky, and after the beginning of spring, there was not even a single rain.

This is no longer a poor harvest, but no harvest at all, no crops, and now they are all struggling with the coarse grains saved in previous years.

But even if they are farmers with their faces facing the loess and their backs facing the sky, how much grain can they save? After all, more than half of the grain they grow has to be handed over.

But this year, there was a severe drought. Although the government posted a notice to reduce or exempt taxes, no matter how much the tax was reduced, the food that should be paid still had to be paid, and even a grain of rice could not be lost. This made the already difficult life even more difficult. .

"Father, the cripple Zhang from the head of the village died of exhaustion last night!"

The grinding man looked at his cursing father and said in a weak voice.

"I'm so overwhelmed!"

The old man who was full of anger and resentment in his eyes fell silent when he heard the news, then he shook his head and sighed,
"It's good to be stuffed to death, but at least I've become a stuffed ghost!"

Even though he said that, the old man also knew that there was no food in the belly of the strangled lame Zhang, not even bark.

"Father, do you think we can survive this calamity year!"

The man pulling the mill stopped, and asked in a low voice, the bark in the mill has been ground, and it was all ground into a yellowish-brown powder. Although this thing is hard to swallow, it can be filled with coarse grains at least. Once you fill your stomach, you won't be so full that you can't pull it out.

"What do you say to be frustrated, I will definitely get through it!"

The old man's voice is sonorous and powerful, but his expression is not as confident as his words. How long can he survive with the food stored in previous years?This year's spring plowing has been abolished, and even if it rains, nothing can be grown.

"father!"

The man began to collect bark powder, and took the wild vegetable balls his father had found outside.The old man sat directly on the bluestone pier without moving.

"Ah."

"Someone in the next county raised the flag to rebel. I heard that the gang of rebels killed those rich households and landlords. They eat rice and white flour buns every day!"

"Eat white mask every day?"

Hearing this, the old man squatting on the stone pier sneered disdainfully,

"Which turtle is fooling you? The week next door to our village was skinning, hundreds of acres of land, it was rich enough, and it took three days to be willing to eat a white mask. A group of rebels still eat white mask every day, what? There are so many white noodles for them to waste!"

"Even if it's not a white mask, it's good to have food to eat. It's better than eating bark and grass roots!"

The man scratched his neck and retorted.

"What do you want to do, idiot? Do you want to rebel with others? This is a beheading business!"

"I don't want to rebel, I just want to fill my stomach. That group of dog officials can't even grow food in the fields. They still want us to pay taxes. What do we have to pay? Do we use our lives? If we don't let us live, then they Don't live anymore, you have two shoulders and one head, who is afraid of whom?"

Speaking of this, even a man who looks simple and honest has a stern look on his face.

"What nonsense are you talking about, look at yourself, you are skinny, and you are rebelling like others, you can't even hold a knife for you!"

"I'm hungry, let me be full, and I can hold a cow by myself!"

"scoff~"

The old man sneered and was too lazy to speak.As long as his old bones are full, he can carry a hundred catties of firewood and walk three miles, but where is the food to feed you now.

The father and son suddenly fell into silence, and at this moment, under the busy work of the man, the curling smoke came out of the short and thick chimney, and at this moment, the usual smoke and fire smoke attracted so much hunger. gaze.

"Uncle, can your house still fire?"

A somewhat sloppy-looking figure leaned towards the fence and looked at the house under the smoking chimney. With a dry tongue, he licked his chapped lips, and his eyes were full of desire for food. crave.

"Just some grass roots and bark!"

Looking at the well-known bastard in the village outside the fence, the old man's eyes were full of vigilance, while the man who was busy in the kitchen heard the movement, and came out murderously holding a hatchet.

"Uncle, I can smell the smell of rice even standing outside the door. I know that your family lives frugally during the day and must have more surplus food than other families. I don't ask for anything else, just beg for your food." eat."

"Er Liuzi, let me go as far as I want, and go to another house for food, and my house will almost be ruined!"

The man with the hatchet looked at the humble villager, without any politeness in his words.The old lady lying on the bed and his daughter-in-law are all waiting for that mouthful of food, and they gave it to others. What does his family eat?
"Uncle, I've been hungry for three days, so you can just give me a bite of rice, okay? If it's really not possible, I'll give you one!"

Saying that, the figure outside the fence knelt down directly, and a clean collision sounded thereafter.

"Er Zhuzi, it's not that the old man is stingy, it's because there is no food in the house, and you know what's going on these days, how much can you save no matter how frugal you are?"

The old man sighed, and then his tone changed again,
"However, my uncle also dug a piece of Guanyin soil before. If you are really hungry, take that piece of soil. If you eat less, you can fill your stomach and nothing will happen!"

"Uncle, are you so cruel? I've begged you like this, and you won't even give me a bite of rice?"

"Er Liuzi, if you don't leave, I won't recognize the hatchet in my hand!"

Looking at the villager who lingered and refused to leave, the man suddenly cursed viciously.In order to fill his stomach, he even came up with the idea of ​​rebellion, how could he pity a village bastard.

"..."

Begging to no avail, Erzhuzi, who kowtowed outside the fence even to beg for a bite of food, said nothing, glanced reluctantly at the smoke that had been blown away by the wind, turned and left without saying a word of cruelty.

"Finally gone!"

Seeing the retreating Spike, everyone, old and young, breathed a sigh of relief, and then they packed up and started preparing for dinner. Although they ate grass roots and bark, at least some decent food was mixed in.

It's just that the family of four had just gathered at the dinner table when they heard a loud noise outside the house.

"I saw it with my own eyes, this old uncle Zhao came back from outside with a delicious white flour bun!"

"Er Zhuzi, you must have been starved to death, where can I find a white mask now?"

"I can't tell. When I was at the entrance of the village, I saw Uncle Zhao holding a bag of something, and hurried back!"

When the old and the young came out of the house, they saw the few young and old people in the village gathered outside the fence of their house, looking at their house with the blazing heat they were most familiar with in their eyes.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

The old man asked solemnly.

"Uncle, Er Zhuzi said that you picked up a pack of white mask from outside, so let's come and have a look!"

A villager said with a smile.

"Listen to him talking nonsense, when did his mouth say something right, there is really a white mask, I can let him see it, this bastard!"

The old man cursed and cursed, but his eyes were unprecedentedly solemn.

"Uncle, I'll do whatever you say, but if you picked up the white mask, it doesn't matter if you say it, we have to go in and take a look, that's the truth!"

"Yes, that's right, we don't believe you when you say there is no such thing, we have to go in and have a look!"

The eyes of the young and strong villagers gathered together gradually became a little scary.

"I see which one of you dares to come in, you sons of bitches, don't say my father didn't find it, even if he did find the white mask, what does it have to do with you?"

The man came out again with a hatchet in his hand, but at this time, just a hatchet was not enough to deter everyone.

"Look, I said they have white flour buns!"

Erzhuzi was overjoyed, and with a loud shout, the chaos began immediately. The fence that was no more than half a person high was pushed down, and the old and young who tried to stop were quickly knocked down to the ground, and the smell of blood spread in the dry air.

No one believed that Uncle Zhao really picked up a pack of white face masks outside. Everyone knew it was nonsense, but they needed an excuse, even if it seemed very illogical.

There must be no white flour buns. Even in good times, the landlord Lao Cai can't eat this thing every day, let alone this poor poor settled down.

But it doesn't matter if you don't have white flour buns, as long as you have something to fill your stomach.

"I don't have a white mask at home, where can I get it..."

The old man was covered in blood, his face was bruised, and there were footprints on his body, crying. On the side, his skinny child had already fallen to the ground, his chest heaving slightly.

Whether there is white flour bun is not important at all, what is important is that when the group of villagers came in, they saw the food in the pot, even if it was very shabby, it was still edible.

A looting, soup and water spilled all over the ground, the ugliness of human nature is vividly reflected at this moment, without the shackles of morality, the darkness of human nature is undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

A village man who looked very simple and honest just now cast his eyes on the village woman with a sallow complexion. This is the wife of the hatchet man.

"You bastards, stop!"

Looking at the group of young men in the village who had eaten up his family's food reserves and began to tear his daughter-in-law's clothes again, the old man screamed in despair. He was very familiar with the faces of these people, but at this moment, those people were smiling. His face was so terrifying in his eyes, like an evil ghost!

"stop it!"

When this scene of human tragedy was unfolding, there was a fairy parading here. Wherever his eyes went, all the ugliness came into his eyes. The next moment, a sword like a bull's hair fell from the sky, and it would be wrapped in human eyes. Pi's evil spirits were all put to death.

"This……"

Amid the low-pitched cries and wailing of pain, the old man, who was in pain all over his body, stood up tremblingly, looking at the villain who broke into his house and had already passed away at this moment, he didn't move for a moment. Know what to say.

Rumbling--

Just at this moment, a thunderbolt pierced the sky, and the sound of thunder reverberating in the sky was so shocking at this moment that it made one's heartbeat freeze.

The old man raised his head in a daze, looked at the sky that became dark at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the thunder and lightning moving through the cloudy clouds. He knelt down on the ground crying and laughing, and his head hit the dust. .

"God bless!"

Above the clouds, the immortal who cast the spell of summoning wind and rain had a pale complexion. He looked down at the land that had been shrouded in severe drought. Although there was pity in his eyes, there was more helplessness in his eyes.

"I'm not strong enough, I need to find some external strength. I remember that there is a senior sister in the door who raised a Dangkang. I don't know if I can borrow it."

(End of this chapter)