I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Chapter 219

When the eastern sky was slightly white, the old lady of the Zhang family got up to collect firewood for the day.

As people get old, the large and small dormant roots accumulated by hard work in their youth erupt one after another.

After the beginning of spring, Mrs. Zhang always felt that her body and bones were getting weaker day by day.

Mo Yan went to work in the field, Rao is more on weekdays, he will be out of breath, and his body is soft like noodles.

Especially after nightfall, the cold and moisture invaded the body, and the old lady’s two kneecaps were stinging like needles and ants, often tossing and turning, and it was difficult to sleep.

When she was young, she was able to collect a large bundle of firewood in half an hour, but now she struggles to carry a small bundle back until three poles in the morning.

Putting the firewood on the side of the stove, the old lady did not wash, carrying a crutch in one hand and a small wooden barrel in the other, towards the well at the end of the village.

It’s not that people don’t love cleanliness when they’re old, but they really can’t bear water.

It’s not that you can’t bear the water in the well, but you can’t bear the water in the tank.

From Zhangjia’s small courtyard to the village tail well, the distance is more than 100 zhang, but the old lady carrying half a bucket of water has to walk for a long time.

When the blazing sun hangs high in the heart of the sky.

The old lady couldn’t bear the firewood, so she ate half a nest head with cold water, and then went out to cut grass for the old sows and piglets kept by her son’s family.

Cut until the sun is thin and the West Mountain can only return.

Then a fire was made and water was boiled, and a hot meal was eaten.

Reluctant to light the oil lamp, he sat on a small bench under the eaves and quietly looked at the moon and stars.

When the moon rises, he goes into the house and lies down, turning over and over, and can’t sleep.

An old lady of this age is like a dead pond without the slightest ripple, languishing and waiting for the day when it will dry up.

The old lady is not afraid of hard work, if it were not for the presence of jackals, tigers and leopards and other wild beasts in the mountains and forests outside the night, the old lady could cut the hogweed all night.

Not even afraid of knee tingling.

Compared to the hardships of life, this pain is really nothing.

The old lady wanted someone to talk to her.

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Seventeen years of Voling, February 23.

The old lady can’t remember how many years she hasn’t been as happy as she is today.

This night, the old man rarely had a good night’s sleep.

Sleeping until the rooster in the village croaked, the old lady slowly opened her sleepy eyes.

Walking out the door on crutches, the old lady’s face suddenly turned startled.

On the side of the stove house, enough firewood was piled up to burn for three or four days.

Walking into the stove house, the two large wells in the corner of the wall overflowed.

Lift the lid and steam to your face.

On the cage drawer was a bowl of corn porridge, two nest heads.

The corners of the old lady’s mouth turned up, and her smile was like a crescent moon.

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Sunset dusk.

Han Xiangbone was biting a stick of green grass in his mouth, carrying a wooden stick on his shoulder, and several mountain hare and pheasants hanging from the stick.

Beside her, the snow lady was holding her hands and squatting on her shoulders with a small whirlwind.

Xueniang’s expression was full of puzzlement, “Taiping, why are you suffering?” Why bother? It is necessary to be a living sin for the people. ”

Your master is a land immortal, one of the most extreme people in this world, and even the Lord of the Swaggering Cave Heaven who is pregnant with immortal blood is not an opponent.”

“You want Wei Guo Taiping, don’t you just let your master help you?”

“Your master opens his mouth to ask for peace, and the monarch of the Wei Kingdom does not dare not give it.”

Han Xiangbone: “Swagger Mountain strictly forbids martial artists, especially internal refining martial artists, using martial arts to violate the law, using martial arts to forbidden it, not to mention the land immortals, it will cause dark turmoil in which the lives are ruined.”

“Moreover, absolute power brings not peace, but fear.”

“Because people are extremely complex individuals.”

“There will always be those who will not succumb to strength.”

“Otherwise, there would be no monarch killer who ‘is willing to slaughter and dare to pull the emperor off his horse’.”

“The Heavenly Dao is strong enough, but in ancient and modern times, there are not a few people who go against the sky.”

“Knowing that the end will be death, the flesh and soul are in ashes, and there is not even a chance for reincarnation, but I still draw my sword to the Heavenly Dao.”

“One rebels, kills one.”

“A hundred people rebel, kill a hundred.”

“If all the sentient beings in the Wei Kingdom rebel, should they really kill a countryman?”

“That’s destroying the country, not peace.”

Little Whirlwind interjected: “The world is peaceful! Xiao Han, your dream is too unrealistic.

“Let’s not say if it can be achieved.”

“I think to be human, you should be selfish.”

“Isn’t it enough to have a good life for yourself, and for the relatives and friends you care about to have a good life?”

“Why care if others are well fed?”

“Why care about his floods and corpses?”

“Let’s say that you are rich in emotions, and you have never wanted to take revenge.”

“Call you cold-blooded and ruthless, you actually want to open a group of unrelated people to open the peace of the law.”

“Xueniang, tell me, is this child sick? Is it a small criticism?

Xueniang opened her mouth, wanting to agree, but she was afraid of breaking the young man’s heart.

Han Xiangbone smiled, “Aunt Xue, Sister Feng, there is a good saying, thousands of people and thousands of faces.”

“There are swordsmen who have pursued the sword fairyland of the heavens with that sword all their lives, and there are swordsmen who want to be the sword armor that draws the sword out of the sheath and shakes the sky.”

“Some people read by candlelight at night, and they want to be officials in the cold window for ten years, and some people are willing to guard three acres of fields, and their wives and children are hot.”

“One grain of corn is planted in spring, and ten thousand seeds are harvested in autumn. There is no idle land in the world, and the farmer is starving to death.

“From Northern Qi to the Wei Kingdom, it’s a long way to go a million miles south.”

“I have seen farmers who have no cattle in their homes and plow their fields by manpower, even if their shoulders are worn by hemp rope until they are bloody, they still grit their teeth and insist.”

“I have seen golden waves of wheat soaked by the rain falling from the sky, and the old man whining and crying while wielding a sickle to cut the wheat.”

“I’ve seen men who can’t pay taxes kneel in front of officials and knock their foreheads until their flesh and blood blur.”

“Because they can’t pay their taxes, they have to serve in forced labor, and when the man leaves, the old husband and mother in the family will most likely starve to death.”

“I’ve also seen children of five or six years old, hungry with skinny skins and thin bones, hungry for tree bark and soil.”

“I took the little girl in my arms, fed her water, broke the flapjacks and fed her.”

“But it’s late.”

“I’ll never forget the look in the girl’s eyes before she died.”

“There was no monstrous hatred for this cruel world, no relief from impending death, she just looked at me quietly like that, and kept watching, until she gently closed her eyes as if she were asleep.”

Looking at the setting sun in the west like blood burning.

The young man said, “There should always be someone to do something for the common people.”

“That person, why can’t it be me Han Xiangbone!”

The young man looked at Aunt Xue and then at the little whirlwind, and couldn’t help but laugh softly.

Little Whirlwind said suspiciously: “Xiao Han, what are you laughing at?” The

young man said, “My dream, the world is peaceful.”

“My father and mother suppressed me and corrected me, thinking I was wrong.”

“My uncles and aunts called me stupid.”

“The world burst into laughter, and the laughter was very harsh.”

“Only Master, Master Qi, and Grandpa, the three of them, have never thought my dream is stupid and ridiculous.”

Little Whirlwind: “It’s the same!” ”