Three Kingdoms: At the beginning, Lu Bu was mistaken for his father-in-law

Chapter 46 Lu Bu's Story

A gust of chilly wind passed by.

Lu Bu yawned, and within two days without sleep, he galloped nine hundred miles to Xiaoguan. Even his body felt tired.

Regarding the change in Lin Mo's address, Lu Bu smiled noncommittally, then shook the reins, and Chituma walked forward slowly.

When passing by Lin Mo, Lu Bu looked ahead and said in a deep voice, "Get on the horse and follow me."

Lu Bu's words are like the Confucian words in the novels of later generations. There is an inexplicable force that makes Lin Mo get on his horse honestly and follow behind him.

One mile, two mile, three mile
After walking for a long time, Lu Bu neither slowed down nor spoke a word.

This depressing feeling made Lin Mo feel uncomfortable, and he boldly called out: "Marquis Wen, where are we going?"

Lu Bu in front still walked silently.

Helpless, Lin Mo could only follow.

"Let's go Wen Xiang, go to Wu Jun, the next thing has nothing to do with you."

After walking another three or four miles, Lu Bu still remained silent, and Lin Mo had a bad premonition.

Having resurrected his whole life, he is especially in awe of life, but there are some predestined things that he has to accept calmly.

Could it be that, kneeling on the ground and begging him to let him go, would it look better to die?

But Xu Sheng's end should not be here.

"My lord, Sheng heard that Ruo Rong once said a line of your poems, and I liked one of them very much. In the middle of a conversation, life and death are the same, and a promise is worth a thousand dollars."

Xu Sheng had no expression on his face, and said calmly, "If it's really going on the road, I would also like to accompany you, Young Master."

This guy is a person who values ​​affection. Lin Mo persuaded him a few times, but he was still indifferent, and he simply didn't say anything.

After walking about ten miles, Lu Bu finally jumped off his horse.

"You wait here."

Lu Bu glanced at Xu Sheng, then looked at Lin Mo, "Yun Wen, follow me."

After speaking, he walked into the woods beside the post road.

Lin Mo raised his forehead, signaled Xu Sheng to wait, and followed.

The two walked one after the other, and after walking for a while, it suddenly became clear to them that a group of people were plowing and reclaiming wasteland in the spring from a hill.

Even after a distance, you can see that many people have smiles on their faces, which is quite prosperous.

"It's about ten miles away from Xiaoguan. It's impossible for them to travel so far to open up wasteland a year ago, because renting cattle far away from the outer city requires paying a security deposit, which is too high for the common people to pay. Xiao Guan, it's easy to be snatched by bandits during the autumn harvest."

Like a tour guide, Lu Bu introduced the situation here, pointing to one of the lands and said, "That keel waterwheel is enough to irrigate dozens of acres of land around here, and the people only need to pay the rent of cattle and Qu Yuanli's money is enough.

And I asked Xuan Gao to drive away all the bandits around here, and there will be sergeants patrolling this area on weekdays, so there is no problem with safety. "

Why are you telling me this?
When Lin Mo was in a daze, Lu Bu patted him on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "They should all thank you, because all this is thanks to you."

"I thought Marquis Wen would kill me." Lin Mo tentatively tested Lu Bu.

But he didn't seem to hear it, and just said with emotion: "If you had been born decades earlier, maybe I wouldn't have walked from Jiuyuan to Xuzhou."

A gust of wind blew, soothing Lin Mo's nervous mood. He didn't understand the meaning of Lu Bu's words, but just waited quietly.

"sit."

Lu Bu pointed to the stone beside him, sat on it as a stool, took out two wine bags from his arms, and threw one of them at Lin Mo.

After the former Weng and son-in-law looked at each other, they lifted the wine cork and drank freely.

"Let me tell you a story."

"Story?" Lin Mo couldn't figure out what Lu Bu was thinking.

He quietly looked at this insurmountable peak in front of the generals in the world, and found that the determination in his eyes seemed to be disintegrating inch by inch.

Twenty-five years ago, in a small village, an ordinary couple with three children were farming in their field.

The youngest child is only one year old, and the second is five years old. He and his younger sister are sitting on the ridge of the field. The eldest is 11 years old and can already help his parents open up wasteland together.

It doesn't work if you don't help, the farming method of two bulls is doomed to need three people.

Fortunately, although the boss is young, he has a strange strength beyond his age. He can not only help, but also greatly relieve the pressure on his parents.

Being poor is a little bit poor. The third and second child's clothes have a few broken holes that cannot be mended, and they are not willing to throw them away. After all, the family can still enjoy themselves in hardship.

As long as the weather is good this year, when the autumn harvest comes, and taxes are paid, there will still be enough money to buy some cloth for the children to make new clothes. The eyes of the children's mothers are shining with hope.

until one day.
"Old Lutou, the county has adjusted its tax collection. Starting this month, the head tax and resettlement tax will be increased. This autumn, your family will have to pay a total of two pennies and three hundred catties of millet."

The tax collector's words made the old Lu Tou and his wife panic like the sky had collapsed, "Master, why did you raise so much at once? The rent of cattle, the income tax, and the farmland mu tax have already gone to more than half of the harvest. If we add more, how can we survive. "

The tax collector grinned, "Let me give you a way to survive. The Huang family in the east of the city is planning to build a new mansion in the outer city, which happens to be near your land. If you sell the land to the Huang family, the money problem will be solved." Well?"

"I can't, my lord."

Old Lu bowed his head like worshiping God, begging: "Sell the land, how will my baby live."

"Then there's nothing I can do to help you! If you don't pay it by then, you will be at your own risk!" After saying a harsh word, the tax collector left, leaving only the old Lu Tou and his wife hugging each other and crying.

However, tears can never solve the problem, and the children waiting to be fed can't do anything except look at them in horror.

The couple sat together to discuss in distress after cooking for the child.

After some discussion, I still feel that the land cannot be sold, and after selling it, I will definitely be able to escape the road of becoming a serf.

"Work harder. I'll go hunting at night. You motherfucker, weave more cloth. If you're lucky, you can make it through."

"Okay, I'll go find Aunt Zhang tomorrow."

In the days that followed, the couple didn't have time to stop at all, and they tried their best to become ordinary people.

All this made the 11-year-old boy see it.

In order to share the pressure of his parents, he will also rely on his strange strength to do short-term labor for others.

Adding up the bits and pieces together, it seems that they can really endure.

Of course, this refers to if the harvest can be harvested smoothly that year.
Seeing that the harvest was about to be harvested, the field of Lao Lutou's house was harmed by wild hogs, and the fallen millet finally collapsed this struggling family.

The tax collectors who came to collect taxes couldn't get the money and food, so they threw old Lu Tou down with a fist. With the combination of fists and feet, the poor old farmer failed to survive.

After the child's mother cried hysterically, she chose to cook the child's last meal, then hanged herself and followed Old Lu.

The young man who came back from a part-time job will never forget the scene he saw after returning home happily with twenty five baht coins.

He was only 11 years old, but he was so strong that he didn't shed a single tear. Two voices in his head were arguing, and his heart was shouting, revenge!But his parents told him since he was a child that he should not provoke the government and powerful families, and we common people cannot afford to provoke them.

In the end, looking at the younger siblings crying loudly on the cold body of their parents, they finally suppressed this urge.

After burying his parents with the little savings left in his family, he shouldered the burden of taking care of his younger siblings.

The first two months were fine, but after the autumn harvest, the rich and powerful families no longer needed short-term labor, and the life of a teenager became even more difficult.

He could only pick up the bow and arrow left by his father and go hunting in the mountains to make ends meet.

In the winter of that year, the snow was so heavy that the boy who couldn't find any prey knelt helplessly at the foot of the mountain and cried loudly.

The death of his parents didn't break through the young man, but he was so overwhelmed by life that he couldn't straighten up. Thinking of his younger siblings who were still hungry at home, tears gushed out like a torrent of embankments.

When he returned home empty-handed, the house was on fire, and the surrounding people were fighting the fire. The young man joined the fire-fighting team sobbing.

After the fire was extinguished, looking at his brother and sister who were burned into coke, he finally broke down, roaring hysterically, and questioning why God was so unfair.

"Boy, sell the land. This land has already killed four people in your family. You can't have any more accidents, or the old Lu will be wiped out." A kind old man finally couldn't help but reminded .

(End of this chapter)