Pindao should be robbed

Chapter 1 Liu Qiao
In the ninth year of Emperor Xin of the Shang Dynasty, spring.

Outside Chaoge City, the capital of the kingdom, Liu Qiao stood in front of the wide gate of Chaoge City, dressed in coarse linen and carrying two bundles of dry firewood.

On the one hand, following a large number of people, they lined up to cross the tens of feet wide moat and walked towards the city gate.

While looking at Xixi and shouting, the bustling city felt a little unreal.

Secretly said: "The circumference of this city wall is more than a hundred miles, and it is seven or eight feet high. It is completely paved with green bricks and poured with glutinous rice slurry. The guards are holding steel knives..."

However, things like time travel happened to him, and Liu Qiao was not too surprised by the common sense that he had learned from the memory of the original owner.

"Sure enough, this is not an ordinary ancient time. With the technological level and productivity of the Shang Dynasty, it is absolutely impossible to build such a majestic city. This level of fortification and prosperity are at least comparable to the Han Dynasty..."

"And that steel knife... Shouldn't Yin Shang be in the Bronze Age?"

Thinking about the few experiences in the mind of the original body, a woodcutter who cut firewood for a living and never walked out of Chaoge in his whole life, Liu Qiao has already confirmed another guess in his heart.

"Now Emperor Xin of Shang reigns, there are [-] princes in the world, four great uncles, Xibo Xianhou Ji Changshan plays the innate gossip, and there is also Su Daji, the daughter of the emperor Najizhouhou... The rumored gods and monsters..."

"Fengshen Yanyi", although he didn't learn countless things in later generations, he didn't know what to do, but he had never eaten pork and seen pigs run. set of.

His original name was Liu Qiao, but the common people in later generations have guessed and doubted since he woke up yesterday and inherited the memory of his original Liu Qiao.

Today, borrowing the knowledge of selling firewood to go to the market, after a little confirmation and scrutiny, I am more and more convinced that this is the world of Fengshen, and I can't help but feel bitter.

"Oh my god... this is a Conferred God, the protagonists are all gods and monsters, not to mention the gods who have crossed into the two religions, at least they have to cross into the world of monsters and strangers.

Even if it is Ma Yuan who is dressed as a fairy, I will recognize it, anyway, it is also [Three flowers on the top are not good fruits, the West has a Taoist longevity guest].

And this original Liu Qiao is just a mere woodcutter, not to mention that in the future, if the gods fight and fight, even if the princes attack the king, the common people will not die one by one. After all, in the history of dynasties, the common people will die seven or eight pavilions..."

Thinking of this, Liu Qiao felt that he had no strength and no sense of security. The two loads of firewood seemed to be weighed by Mount Tai, and he couldn't breathe.

He has also read some fairy tales about traveling through time. Those two forced the main characters to travel through the Conferred Gods, either worshiping the gods, or rivaling the leader, arrogant, as if the catastrophe of the gods is like playing around, and all living beings are like pawns in their hands.

But Liu Qiao doesn't have such a great ability, nor such a high spirit. He only has one dream now, which is to survive this calamity safely, or to be an ordinary commoner who goes with the crowd.

If you are unfortunately conscripted to join the army to fight, it is best to die a heroic death, the greater the reputation, the better.

Because the more tragic, the more heroic, and the later death in the calamity, the famous humane generals can often be named great gods.

That's right, as a mortal, Liu Qiao really has no other thoughts of time travelers.

What escaped the catastrophe and became a Daluo god, a saint and a leader.

He didn't expect any of these things, to die in this catastrophe, to be consecrated and become sacred, no matter if it was the first four chapters of thunder and fire, or the next four chapters of stars.

Even if it is a little official who is seduced by the underworld, he is still an immortal god who looks down on all living beings.

It is enough for the eighteen generations of Liu Qiao's family to honor their ancestors and burn their incense for eight lifetimes.

"Hey! That firewood picker, you stand in front of the door, you don't go in, you don't go in, you don't retreat, what's the reason? Could it be that you want to be beaten..."

A sudden loud shout startled Liu Qiao, who was deep in thought.

He hurriedly looked up and saw that it was a soldier in front of the city gate, looking at him coldly, and raised his palm, as if he was about to hit him.

Only then did Liu Qiao suppress the mixed thoughts in his mind, imitating the tone of the original owner's memory, and said with a humble smile: "Master, don't fight, don't fight, the villain will leave now, just leave now."

After saying that, he lowered his head and was about to enter the city, but the soldier stretched out his hand to stop him, and snorted coldly: "Your Majesty has ordered that all hawkers outside the city enter the city, they have to pay [-]% tax and two loads of firewood." , the market price is twenty yuan, you have to pay two papers before you can enter the city..."

Liu Qiao inherited the memory of the original owner. He knew that since Emperor Xin succeeded to the throne, he had built a lot of construction and extravagant palaces. The treasury was already empty. Spend money like water.

So there are more and more levies and miscellaneous taxes, not only the city entry tax, but also the cattle tax for raising cattle and sheep, the slaughter of pigs and chickens, and the payment of taxes.

In addition, there are military training donations, ground donations for children, and wedding tax for marriages.

Even after death, officials would come to collect coffin donations, which is extremely strange, and the search made the very wealthy wealthy people miserable.

Thinking that the people dare not fight with the officials, they had no choice but to take out the few green gnats on their bodies and pay the city tax before entering the city.

Thinking of the gloomy future, Liu Qiao was not in the mood for wandering around Chaoge City, he just wanted to deliver the firewood as soon as possible, collect the money, buy some rice noodles, and then go back to calm down and plan the next step.

Whether it's seeking immortals and Taoism, or practicing martial arts and joining the army, one must always see if there is a way to find a glimmer of life in the dark catastrophe of immortals.

"Get out of the way...get out of the way...get out of the way..."

"Bang... bang... bang..."

Just as he was thinking about something, he heard the screams of people on the street. Liu Qiao quickly turned his attention and looked around. He saw a handsome horse, flying all four hooves, galloping wildly on the street, bumping into the street.

Behind them were a few soldiers in full armor, running out of breath. While chasing the horse, they shouted: "This beast is frightened, all the ones in front are out of the way, if there is a collision, we will not be responsible..."

Liu Qiao also dodged along with the flow of people, but he saw a white-haired old man in the middle of the street, carrying a burden, with his back turned to the direction of the startled horse, still looking around, with a bewildered expression on his face.

"Old man, get out of the way..."

Seeing that the horse was seven or eight feet away from the old man, Liu Qiao, who had been educated in the new society, couldn't bear to see death.

Just happened to be close to the old man, so he threw away the firewood, pulled off the old man's back collar, and quickly dragged him to the side of the street.

"Da da da... Xilulu..."

The horse let out a long cry, jumped over the old man's burden with a leap of its front hooves, but its hind feet caught the rope on the basket, and the horse fell seven or eight zhang away.

He also took the two bamboo baskets out about seven to eight feet away, and flipped them to the ground, but there were two baskets of white flour inside, and then the horse was held down by the soldiers who rushed over.

"Oh...my face..."

The old man screamed, but his thin body seemed to have the strength of nine bulls, he broke free from Liu Qiao's grasp in an instant, and threw himself towards the white face on the ground.

Liu Qiao was also a little surprised: "This old man has great strength."

"Huhu... Hulala..." It was funny to say, the old man straightened the bamboo basket, took up the white flour on the ground with both hands, and was about to put it into the basket, but suddenly there was a gust of wind blowing from the street.

"Call... call... 翛翛..."

The wind was rustling, and the white noodles scattered on the ground, together with the old man's hand, were blown away in an instant.

Not only that, the flour was also floating with the wind, flying back and forth along the wind, and then turned back and sprinkled the old man, completely turning the old man with white beard and white hair into a white man.

The old man sat down on the ground and cried: "Oh my God, this is a strong wind blowing by the gods on that road. Is it God's will? I carried hundreds of catties of noodles and walked back and forth for 35 miles. I was so hungry." Lulu, before a penny was sold, it was... all gone... ah... woo woo..."

Liu Qiao, who was standing at the side watching the play, saw this scene, and then looked at the old man with white beard and hair in a robe with a steep crown, and his heart couldn't help but be overwhelmed.

"It's him...Jiang Shang..."

How did Liu Qiao know that this old man was Jiang Shang?But it turned out that he just watched this episode of TV series, and it was Jiang Shang selling noodles, but the noodles were blown away by the wind, and based on his image, he immediately concluded.

There is no way out, there is no way out, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and I am worrying about how to find these gods and masters, how to learn some skills, isn't this unlucky guy who is covering his face and sad.

(End of this chapter)