Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

Chapter 220 Changed the world
The bitter cold of winter is not really over yet.

In the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, in the world covered with hoarfrost, most places seem empty and quiet.

In this rare day of leisure, unless there is no other way, very few people come out for a walk, and most of them will be like those hibernating animals, lying quietly in the bed, hoping that the weather will get warmer soon, don't Continuing to be cold, consumes the firewood that has been accumulated with great difficulty, but not much.

But today is a little different.

Just after dawn, some noisy voices rang out in the small village that had been silent for more than a month.

Hearing the faint movement from outside, there was also the sound of conversation in the inner room.

"Why is it so lively outside today?"

The old woman asked nervously, and then said: "Could it be a horse bandit?"

"I gonna go see."

The old man lifted the quilt and got up from the bed, his dry and dark skin touched the cold air of winter, and faintly flushed.

"There are cotton coats."

The old woman reminded, "The two pieces that the distinguished guest left for us."

"I can't wear it. I'll hide it in the cotton clothes first. If it's really a horse bandit, I can't give them the cotton clothes even if I give them the quilt."

The old man put on the thin linen clothes, first went to hide the two cotton clothes, then found the chopping ax from the room, put a pad in his hand, and walked out the door.

As soon as he went out, the icy cold wind hit him hard.

A bone-scraping air-conditioning blows over the face.

He couldn't help shivering a little to the severe cold that he had already gotten used to, and couldn't help but clenched the ax in his hand, muttering: "People are cheap, when they didn't have cotton clothes before, why didn't they feel so cold? You can go out and chop wood.”

He stomped his feet, not daring to stand still outside, and approached the place where the noise was made.

After walking a few steps, he saw a companion like him in the village walking out with farm tools in his hands—of course there was no need to farm at this time, it was for self-defense.

Looking at each other, the acquaintances naturally leaned against each other.

"Old Wang, did you also hear the movement?"

"That's right. Who's going out at this time of day? Be careful! If it's really a horse bandit, maybe we can still eat a few bites of horse meat if there are fewer people!"

Lao Wang had scars on his face, and his tone was even more ruthless.

As a neighbor, he is familiar with this experience. The scar on his face was when he went to work in the imperial capital when he was young. As a result, a classmate rode his horse and galloped on the road. Shengsheng was drawn out with a horsewhip.

After several twists and turns, he returned to the village. The world outside is not easy, but he is not bad.

"Go, go and see!"

While the two were talking, a few more people came out of the house, holding various strange but lethal farm tools in their hands.

There are many people and courage, when these people from the same village gather together, the fear in their hearts has been greatly reduced.

Everyone took steps and walked towards the direction where the sound came from.

"It would be great if it was a horse bandit! At least the horse bandit still has horses. I haven't tasted meat for several years."

"The horse bandits who can come to us to rob, I think they are very poor. It would be nice to have a skinny horse for us to chew on!"

"When I was young, I met real horse bandits. If you go down with an axe, don't you think your head is blown? There are also horse bandits who want to run away on horseback. How do you know that I have raised horses when I was young? Ride their horses to catch up. They rode faster than themselves! Three times, five divisions and two divisions wiped out those horse bandits, and got a reward of half a tael of silver!"

As soon as the conversation box was opened, the villagers who hadn't chatted much for more than a month began to talk about their own scenery and past events, which lifted their spirits.

Even if the soldiers are strong and the horses are as strong as Daqi, it does not mean that the law and order are good.

Once some natural and man-made disaster occurs in a certain place, some people want to rebel if they can't survive, or simply turn into bandits and robbers, that is sometimes the case.

As long as the scale is not to a certain extent, it is not worth mentioning at all, and it is a very normal thing.

A group of people were talking, and they came to the place where the noise came from.

There is the house of the village chief.

He said he was the village chief, but he was actually a third-class citizen just like them, and even the house was no better than their own.

But today is a little different, because in front of the village chief's house, several carriages are parked there, pulling full of things!
It's a carriage, not a bandit!

From the sackcloth that was not really covered tightly on the carriage, it was not difficult to see the grain and cotton clothes that were hidden inside and had been exposed.

Look at the sign on the carriage again
There is no doubt that it is the government's carriage!
The footsteps of a group of people couldn't help but stop, their eyes stared straight.

"My mother, how many villages do I have to find?"

"Tax increase again?!"

"It's over, the horse bandit didn't come, here comes someone who is more ruthless than the horse bandit."

Even the arrogant old Wang had a mournful face and almost didn't cry directly.

The old farmer was also trembling in his heart. In previous years, even if the tax had to be increased, he would rush to collect it before the twelfth lunar month of winter. Why would he have to do it again in winter?
And looking at the things in the carriage, it is not something that third-class people can get their hands on.

Even if they were skinned and boned, how could they be assembled?

"I have a relative's cousin's cousin's daughter who married outside. I heard that her husband is an officer in the army. A while ago, she happened to go back to her natal family to visit relatives. It seemed that there was something wrong with the army. . Terrible!"

When even one person stood up, he said with a worried face.

"Huh—really?!"

"That's what to do! We can't let us go to the battlefield with these guys in our hands?"

"Conscripting is a good place to go, it's your turn? It's a beautiful idea!"

All kinds of voices rang out, one after another.

As a third-class citizen at the bottom, even wanting to join the soldiers is a luxury most of the time. At most, he used to be a logistics supporter and wanted to go to the battlefield?
That's where meat is eaten, and it's not their turn.

Moreover, you can make meritorious deeds by killing the enemy, and you will be rewarded if you make meritorious deeds. There are many second-class people who want to enter, and it is better for third-class people to stay a little later.

They dared to risk their lives in the face of horse bandits, but if they really wanted to face the conquest of the imperial court, even if only one person came, they could only speak in a low voice.

"How about we go in and ask the village chief?"

someone said.

"Okay! Let's go in and ask together. This life is going to be difficult. If the war is defeated, let us go. I really can't collect taxes anymore!"

Everyone agreed, and walked into the small courtyard with each other's courage.

Tyranny is fiercer than a tiger. Compared with the possibility of death in war, being confiscated of everything and then watching your family members starve to death and freeze to death is more terrible.

The small courtyard was not big, and the village head, who was not at all thicker than them, was standing obediently next to a big man and listening carefully, with a shocked expression on his face.

They had never seen that big man before. He was wrapped in a thick winter coat, with a gleaming long knife at his waist.

The characters who came this time were very unusual at first glance, and they were not at the same level as the petty officials who were like rogues asking for taxes before.

"Did you hear what I said clearly?"

The big shot glanced at the few people who had just entered the door, and asked impatiently.

"Listen clearly, listen clearly!"

The village head nodded again and again, almost impatiently speaking.

"Hurry up, half an hour at most, it's still uncertain"

"Don't worry, it will be fine!"

The village chief patted his chest and promised.

Before the people who just came in had time to speak, the village head stretched out his hand and pushed them all out, "Let's go out and talk, go out and talk, don't disturb the adults."

It was clearly the village head's own home, but they came outside the door. The cold wind was blowing on their bodies, and the village head, who was also in thin clothes, couldn't help shivering.

"Village chief, what's going on? Is it going to be taxed again?"

"Yeah, we don't have any of these things either! Those cotton coats on the car are only things that noble people can have. At most, we have seen them before. How can we get them together?"

"There is no more food! The family is almost unable to open the pot now. If there are no ears of wheat in the field, I can't wait to grab them back and eat them!"

Before the village chief had time to speak, the villagers who were full of words had already opened their mouths.

"Wait a minute, wait a moment!"

The village chief clapped his hands and told them to quiet down loudly. It took a long while for the passionate voices to stop slowly.

As the village head, it was obvious that he did not have any authority.

In fact, if he hadn't been lucky enough to study in a private school for two years, learn a few big characters, and be able to write some names, the village head would not have fallen on his head.

However, in this poor country, to put it bluntly, you don’t need to wash the bowls for eating, you can lick them clean with your tongue, not to mention oily water, whether you can have enough to eat is a big problem.

The folk customs have always been tough, and the main thing is to care about everything - people who don't care about everything can't survive at all.

"Don't worry, everyone! It's a good thing this time, it's really a good thing!"

The village chief said loudly, his brows and eyes were a little red from the cold, but he was very happy, and his back molars were about to fall out of laughter.

"Can something good happen? Isn't the village chief crazy!"

"We know that the village head is also very difficult, but if there is something to do, we can do it, and everyone can bear it."

"Yes, you are the only one left in our village who can write. We also know that this kind of thing can't be blamed on you, so let's just say it."

There was a lot of chatter, and it was rare to start to care about the village head of his village.

"Really! It's really a good thing!"

The village chief clapped his hands, as if he was afraid that the few people would stir up trouble again, and said loudly: "The emperor is guilty of his own crime!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the village chief realized and slapped himself hard. This mouth that doesn't care about anything, can this be a good thing?Being heard by the people in the room, I'm afraid I won't survive today!
Fortunately, the people in the village can only understand the word "emperor" at most, and they don't understand what the edict of guilt is.

"What did the emperor say? Why are there only three characters after it? Didn't you want to collect taxes?"

A villager asked.

"Cough cough!"

The village chief coughed twice, covering up the previous momentary offense, "This time the emperor showed kindness, he wanted to help the world and help the people, not for your things, so don't worry about it! Who in the village Those who haven't come, call them quickly."

"What kindness did the emperor show?"

None of the people around him left, but asked curiously.

They don't understand what they say about helping the world and helping the people, but since they want to show kindness, there must be good news, right?
Without hearing good news, who is willing to take a step away, and refuses to move.

"The emperor wants to send us things! Send food, send cotton clothes!!!"

The village head was beaming with joy, and said in a full-fledged manner.

"Ouch!"

Now the villagers finally understood, and their complexions changed drastically.

The emperor, who only exists in the mouths of the tax collectors, is not an insatiable bastard who can't eat, and will take the initiative to give them things? !

The sun really came out from the west!

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and call all those who haven't come here, don't pull down any one, or they won't send it!"

The village chief hurriedly began to push people, "Hurry up and call the neighbors over, I don't dare to make the people inside wait too long."

The village chief pointed to his own room, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

After waiting for a long time, people are in a bad mood, maybe they will post less, so how can it work?

The villagers who wanted to pester them for more questions immediately dispersed, running faster than rabbits.

After the people in front of him dispersed, the village chief stood in front of his dilapidated house, looked at the several carriages parked in front of him, and couldn't help but look up at the sky.

The sun hangs high above the sky, making it difficult for people to feel too much temperature in winter, but it can still illuminate this vast land and guide people in the direction.

"The sun doesn't come out from the west."

The village chief pinched his thigh hard, and said in a low voice with a smile on his face.

This is a good thing that can't even be dreamed about!
Not long after, almost all the people in the village gathered together. When they heard that the imperial court wanted to deliver food and food, some people dared to run out without even clothes on, but they were forced to go back by the village chief.

When the hustle and bustle ended and the village roster was taken out to count people, there was one family that hadn't come.

"Where are the old Chen's people? They don't even come to deliver anything?"

The village chief was a little angry, the time wasted is the time of the big man!

"I went to Lao Chen's house, the people of Lao Chen's house froze to death."

The old farmer who had been silent all this time finally spoke.

"It's cold, that's a pity."

The village chief pursed his lips and said nothing more.

It's normal for people to freeze to death. In what year can we not freeze to death or starve to death?

It's just that it's rare for the emperor to show kindness this year, and the old Chen family died a little earlier, which seems to be a bit of a loss.

The people had already been counted, and the dignitaries from the county checked the roster again, and after confirming that the old Chen's family members were dead, they didn't say much, and began to distribute food and cotton clothes.

Half a load of food for a family, plus a cotton coat!
Many villagers really reacted when they got these things in their hands.

It turns out that this time it is really not to collect taxes again!

It turns out that the imperial court can really send them things!

It turns out that the emperor's kindness is like this!

Even if someone knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the big man who distributed the food, he was very grateful.

"Don't thank me. If someone comes over later and asks you if you have sent something, you just tell the truth. You can't say more, and you can't say less. Do you hear me? You can say more and less, maybe my head is not enough. It's gone! I remember how much I sent today, but I haven't deducted anything! Go home and check for yourself!"

Every time the big man who distributed the materials handed it over to someone, he would take the trouble to say it again.

He didn't want to be so tired, but there was no way.

His boss's boss's boss's boss was caught by the master and slaughtered in the street because he was delayed for a day, and he is still hanging at the gate of the yamen.

I heard that those masters got the emperor's order, whoever dares to play tricks now, no matter who is behind you, don't need to ask, just kill if caught!

No matter how powerful the background is, can it surpass the Grandmaster?
The hanging sword was staring at the sky, and they couldn't help but be careless.

The old farmer returned home with half a load of grain on his back.

The restless old lady hurried forward, "Why have you been here for so long? I heard a lot of shouting outside before, so I wanted to go out and have a look. Huh? What are you carrying on your back? How come there is still one more thing?" Cotton coat?"

"The emperor has sent something."

The old farmer put down the grain, gently lifted a corner of the bag, looked at the yellow and orange grain hidden inside, and wished to worship.

"What?!"

The mother-in-law was taken aback, "The emperor can still send things? It's good if he doesn't want ours, don't be kidding! Could it be that the people in the village beat off a group of horse bandits together?"

"What we say is true."

The old farmer put on the cotton-padded clothes for his wife, "It was really sent by the emperor."

"My dear mother, this is the first time I heard that the emperor will send things when I grow up."

The old woman was obviously frightened, and then quickly turned around and went back to the house, and took out another cotton coat and handed it to him.

"That's all right, three cotton-padded clothes for three people, since when have they been so rich!"

The old woman couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The old farmer stared blankly at the cotton coat handed over by the old woman.

In a trance, I thought of the two distinguished guests who had been away for a long time.

The voice of the boy who looked like a boy was still ringing in his ears.

'Pray for the royal family, damn it! '

Could this sudden change be related to those two? !

This terrifying idea suddenly popped up in his heart, which gave him a big jump.

"What are you doing in a daze? Put it on quickly! Now that everyone has cotton coats, we dare to wear the two coats left by our distinguished guests and go out."

the old woman urged.

"Eh, eh."

The old farmer responded quickly.

This is an ordinary and unusual day in Daqi.

Because someone has been here.

(End of this chapter)