Chapter 215 Wild People
The official road out of Nanzheng goes down to the intersection of Yingzhai. A small house built with bricks and tiles is supposed to be the gatehouse of Wei Cheng's office in Hanzhong Dian Agricultural School.
“Two brothers are invited.”
He Laoliu was wearing a tattered silk robe, and he didn't know whether he was cold or frightened. He was shivering all over. He stood at the door of the small house, hunched over and facing Lao Lu and Lu Laozu who were warming themselves by the fire inside. Another veteran received a salute.
“Brother, what’s the matter?”
Lao Zu Lu reached out and put on the sheepskin hat lying beside him, and put on the wool blanket. Then he walked out of the room and asked.
Although it was a very cold day, my whole body was covered with good things made by the host's family. In addition, I was hiding in the house and warming myself by the fire, so I actually felt a little stuffy. When I came out, what I felt was not cold, but It's refreshing.
He Laoliu, who was opposite him, was so cold that his teeth were chattering up and down. He swallowed hard and asked, "The wild people dare not be called brother. My surname is He, and others call me He Laoliu. I came here this time just to ask, but I don’t know who the noble person is who lives here?”
Lu Laozu looked at He Laoliu up and down with a smile, and the scar on his face squirmed a few times, "Brother, are you able to inquire about noble people's affairs? Don't you want to die? If nothing happens , it’s better to leave quickly.”
After hearing this, He Laoliu had a sad smile on his face, "In the end, he won't be able to survive. What's the difference between freezing to death and being killed by a nobleman? Please tell me, who is this nobleman? So that the wild people around here can People, please die clearly."
Lu Laozu put his hand on the knife on his waist and said slowly, "Since you know that you are a barbarian, you should know not to talk nonsense, otherwise I will kill you. I'm afraid it will be easier than killing a chicken."
At that time, some people in the village did not want their children to follow the master's family to Hanzhong. Old Lu was actually not willing to let those people get their hands on the new house where his family lived. How could he tolerate others saying bad things about the master's family in front of him?
He saw murderous intent in his eyes, and with a clang, he pulled out the knife and put it on He Laoliu's neck, "Say, who ordered you to slander the reputation of the master's family?"
“Brother also said that the life and death of a wild man cannot be compared to that of a chicken. How can you say it as a slander?”
The smile on He Laoliu's face became increasingly tragic.
"Then what does it have to do with the master's family if you wild people are frozen to death? This is not a fight, what is it?"
Lao Zu Lu was not moved at all by the pity of the person in front of him and asked coldly.
He Laoliu laughed and said, "A poor man cannot survive the winter as well as a noble man, let alone a wandering wild man? What the young man is wearing was put together by more than a hundred people."
As he spoke, there was a trace of sadness and indignation in his eyes, "In previous winters, I always hoped to hide in the collected straw piles and grit my teeth to get through it. Even so, many people still freeze to death every year."
"I never thought that before the winter this year, those straws were forcibly collected by the officials, and finally they were sent here helplessly. Brother, you don't know, what was taken away was not straw, but straw. Damn it!"
Muddy tears finally fell from He Laoliu's eyes, flowing down his old bark-like face.
“Oh, so you came here for this straw?”
When Lu Laozu heard this, his expression remained unchanged. He even exerted a little force on the hand holding the knife, and the blade pressed He Laoliu's neck.
“If the wild people dare to approach the government, why should they be called wild people?”
He Laoliu felt that blood was already oozing from his neck, and he sighed in his heart. It didn't matter if he died, but there were still more than a hundred people behind him. He didn't know if they would dare to come to find this noble man again after he died. ?
"Oh? What do you think? If you don't dare to go to the government, you dare to come to the master's house?"
Lao Zu Lu sneered, his face became more ferocious, and he was about to kill him.
With a "thud", He Laoliu actually knelt down and cried bitterly, "I dare not hide this from my brother. In these years, you have killed me and I have killed you in this place. Everyone said that they are the real government officials." , the food grown was given to one family, and that family came to harvest it, but he himself starved to death."
He Laoliu wiped away his tears and continued, "All the men in the family were taken away. How many families died like this! We are all the ones left after death. We are really afraid. Oh, I’m really scared!”
Old soldier Lu was silent. Speaking of it, he was just an illiterate old soldier. He didn't understand the general principles, but he had come down from the battlefield and had seen countless tragedies caused by the war.
So what He Laoliu said in front of him was true, but so what? Where in the world is it not like this?
"This winter, the straw was collected by the officials. The common people saw it and sent it all here. They didn't dare to make any demands to the nobles. After all, they all have low lives, and they will die if they die. He died, but as time passed, he became more and more unwilling to accept it.”
He Laoliu pointed to the other side of the camp, "Looking over there, the Hu people eat two meals a day, no matter how much they eat. We knew that this noble man was rare, and we felt something that shouldn't have happened in our hearts. thought."
"My master is naturally a rare noble person, but maybe you have some bad intentions when you see my master's kindness?"
Lu Laozu put the knife back, but did not return it to the sheath. As long as the He Laoliu in front of him dared to move, he could guarantee that with one strike, there would be a scar as big as a bowl.
He Laoliu didn't dare to get up, but just raised his head, "There are all generals and soldiers around here. The person who wants to live here must be a great nobleman, how can he dare to have bad thoughts?"
"It's just that I heard the sound of the house over there being used every day, and I saw the Hu girl coming in and out every day. I thought that the noble lady asked the Hu girl to weave cloth."
“You, old man, are quite thoughtful.”
Laozu Lu did not refute and acquiesced to this statement.
After hearing this, He Laoliu showed a look of excitement and desire on his face.
"Brother, the Hu people herd cattle and sheep, which makes people speechless. But when it comes to weaving and farming, they are extremely stupid. How can they compare with the Han people? Since the nobles use Hu women to weave cloth, it means that they must lack manpower. , why not find some Han women?"
"You put it lightly," Lu Laozu curled his lips and said, "You don't want to be a master, but where can you find so many Han women in Hanzhong now?"
“Brother, I don’t dare to ask how many Han women the noble man wants, but in fact, there are thirty or forty women around here, and you can still find them.”
When Old Soldier Lu heard this, he immediately looked very interested. He squatted down and asked eagerly, "Where is it?"
He Laoliu pointed behind him, "I don't dare to hide it from my brother. There are about a hundred wild people in this area, and there are thirty or forty women. In the past, before the great chaos in Hanzhong, they were also considered to be the people of the Han Dynasty. If so The noble man is short of manpower, and these women must be more capable than that Hu girl..."
(End of this chapter)