The sun hangs over the top, and the sun is like fire.

It stands to reason that in the middle of the scorching sun, there should be few pedestrians on the road, but the official road outside the south gate of Baiyun City is crowded.

Backpackers, burden-bearers, helping the old and the young, pushing carts and horses, leading cattle and sheep, carrying chickens, ducks and geese, etc., all kinds of pedestrians, crowded on the official road that is not spacious, pushing and shouting, so lively.

Pedestrians were different, but what was the same was that all of them were moving towards the city gates.

They are all refugees who have fled and want to hide in Baiyun City, which is fortified and heavily guarded.

Not because of the drought, but because the group of blond and blue-eyed devils living in the south of Yandang Mountain have come back, and sixty-eight years ago their iron horses have traveled all over the southern land, slaughtering more than 12 million people, and I don't know how many people will die under their butcher's knives this time.

The Big Tooth Man is a devil hidden in the hearts of every southerner, and his color changes when he smells it.

Some say they came out of the Black Forest, others say they fought all the way from the southern border, and the Black Armor Army guarding the southern border has been wiped out.

No matter where it came from, it was really killed anyway, otherwise why was there an emergency conscription at the gate of the city in front, and the treatment was so good?

Two meals a day, one meat for five days, and two taels of silver a month. In addition, as long as one member of the family is a soldier, the whole family can live in Baiyun City for free, and the official family also allocates free accommodation.

On the other hand, if no one in the family enlists in the army, he needs to pay enough silver to enter the city, and the silver money is collected according to the head of a person, ten taels of silver per person, regardless of men, women, young and old, high and low.

And the big cattle shall also pay a penny, five taels of silver for the first head.

In addition, those who pay money to enter the city will not be allocated a place to live by the government.

There are four city gates in Baiyun City, east, west, north and south, and each gate has set up a strict sentry, and if you want to fish in troubled waters, or force yourself in, it is a fool's dream.

This is clearly a forced conscription of poor peasants in the middle and lower levels, and a person has to pay forty taels of silver for a small family of four, how can ordinary people get so much money. Moreover, in this year of famine, all the money has been used to buy grain, and there is no spare money.

If they don't have money, they will obediently go to the army, or go back and forth from somewhere, but the Big Tooth people have scared them to the point of urine, and they are like lost dogs, how dare they go back. In their opinion, only in this high-walled and heavily guarded Baiyun City can they sleep peacefully.

As the saying goes, in troubled times, soldiers are not served, so most of the people who choose to enlist in the army are poor families who can't afford money, and they are very happy with the generous treatment. Even fathers, sons, and brothers in the family joined hands in the army. And almost no one in the rich and noble families who can afford the money wants to be conscripted into the army.

At the gate of the city, in addition to the officials who recruited new soldiers, there were also merchants from all walks of life, Renyazi, Qinglou Guigong and so on.

Many families do not have enough money and do not want to be soldiers, so they have to sell goods, such as chickens, ducks, geese, cows, dogs, land deeds, and land deeds, as well as slaves and slaves.

The good news is that whatever you sell, unless it is worthless rags, the merchant will collect it, and the hateful thing is that the merchant is black-hearted and takes advantage of the fire to rob and keep the price very low.

Like a strong ox, it can be sold for thirty taels of silver on weekdays, but the merchant at the gate of the city only bids fifteen taels.

An acre of fertile land can be sold for twenty taels of silver on weekdays, and the merchants at the gate of the city only bid ten taels.

As for chickens, ducks and geese, clothes, furniture, etc., they are even more worthless.

The price at each of the four gates is the same, and it is obvious that these black-hearted merchants have already sat together to negotiate the price, just waiting to slaughter them.

However, some people are unwilling to enlist in the army even if they smash the pot and sell iron, so they can only be slaughtered by others.

"Look, the great monk is crazy again!"

"Haha, hit, hit hard!"

"Hey, create evil, this troubled world has driven the monks who eat fasting and chanting Buddha crazy. ”

The crowd outside the South City Gate suddenly became agitated, and a bald monk rode a Confucian in a long shirt under him, and punched him left and right at his white cheeks, hitting the white-faced Confucian crying father and mother.

The crowd automatically moved out of the way, making room for the two of them.

Some people like to hear it, some people cheer, and some people are heartbroken, blaming this troubled world.

The bald monk was beating and chanting words at the same time.

"You've lost all the faces of men. ”

"When disaster comes, you are a hot-blooded man, shouldn't you protect your wife and daughter in the crook of your arm?"

"If you don't protect them, you want to sell them to people in order to make up enough money to go to the city. ”

"The big one is one or two, and the small one is five hundred wen. ”

"Do you think they are cattle and sheep that can be bought and sold at will?"

"Where is your conscience?"

"What is your conscience?"

There is also a face that he is full of wealth, and when he is a great talent, he can be reused by the city lord after entering the city, and then he will come to redeem their mother and daughter. ”

"Hehe, just an unkind and unrighteous dog like you, the city lord of Baiyun City will reuse you if he is blind?"

"You're still full of money?"

"Have all the sages read in the dog's belly?"

"If my guess is correct, when you and your classmates were drinking and talking, did you say something like 'hate is born at the wrong time, otherwise a long sword will kill the big-toothed dog', or 'if the war resumes, I will be shrouded in horse leather'?"

"Yo, why don't you squeak?

"Do you know it's a shame?"

"You are the coward of men, the scum of scholars. ”

The bald monk gritted his teeth, and when he said a word, he punched the white-faced Confucian in the face, and after a few punches, the white-faced Confucian was covered in blood.

The crowd of onlookers listened to the sneering and insulting of the bald monk to the white-faced Confucian student, and generally understood the reason for the incident.

I thought that this white-faced Confucian didn't want to enlist in the army, but the cost of entering the city was poor, so he had bad intentions and wanted to sell his wife and daughter to people to make money, but the bald monk knew about it, and the bald monk was angry with his vicious behavior, and he started to do it without saying a word.

"Ahh

"You crazy monk, don't beat my father-in-law!"

"I'll fight with you!"

A woman with a decent posture screamed and pounced on the bald monk, her hands scratching at the bald monk's face.

"Woo, bad monk, don't hit my daddy. ”

"I'll bite you!"

Another seven or eight-year-old girl cried and pounced on her, biting the arm of the bald monk and not letting go.

"Hit, fight to death. This kind of coward deserves to be killed!"

"Scum, living is a waste of food, hurry up and die!"

"The great monk is good, Lao Tzu supports you!"

"Where did the great monk come from, meddle in your business!"

"Yes. Aren't all monks merciful? Why don't you show mercy and take out thirty taels of snowflake silver, so that all three of them can go to the city, so that they don't have to sell their wives and daughters?"

"Hey, you two have sore teeth, did the words of the great monk poke your sore spots?"

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu has a lot of money, and he doesn't need to sell his wife and daughter. ”

Some people in the crowd applauded the bald monk, and some people spoke harshly, but as soon as the latter's words came out, they attracted countless strange eyes, or they were replied with a few words, so they could only run away with their heads down.

"Monk, forget it. A girl in a red dress walked out of the crowd, stepped forward and grabbed the collar of the great monk, and pulled the big monk up from the white-faced Confucian student.

"Amitabha, sin and sin. ”

The big monk put his hands together and said a Buddha name, his face was bloody, scratched by the woman's sharp nails, and there were two rows of deep small tooth marks on his arms, and blood flowed out slowly, bitten by the little girl.

The great monk didn't pay attention to the injuries on his body, just looked at the family of three hugging each other and crying, the woman wiped the blood on her face, cursed the great monk with evil words, and persuaded her husband not to go to her heart, she believed that he was full of wealth, believed that he would be of great use, and believed that he would soon come to redeem their mother and daughter.

The great monk looked at it in a daze, with an indescribable blankness in his eyes.

He didn't understand why this was happening?

He didn't understand that those cowards who had taken refuge in the city, and such ignorant women, were worthy of the soldiers' lives to protect?

"Great monk, I'm sorry, I-I bit your arm. ”

"But who told you to beat my daddy?"

"Daddy hurts me, you can't hit him. ”

"Ah, it's bleeding! You- crouch down, I'll wrap you. ”

The little girl still had tears on her face, walked up to the big monk, timidly apologized to the big monk, and saw that the place where the big monk was bitten by her was still bleeding, she hurriedly took out a white-washed handkerchief from her pocket, and pulled the hand of the big monk to let him squat down so that he could be bandaged.

The big monk's gaze fell on the little girl, and he squatted down obediently and sent his arm to the little girl.

The little girl carefully covered the wound with a handkerchief, and then tied a buckle on the back of her arm, which was a beautiful bow.

The big monk's blank eyes suddenly bloomed, grinned, and said the Buddha name to the little girl, "The little benefactor has a good heart and is pure, and he must be a blessed person." ”

After saying that, he got up and squeezed out of the crowd.

The girl in the red dress walked out of the crowd behind the big monk, and when she saw the big monk like she was stupid, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and said, "What kind of stupid music, your face is scratched, you should cry." ”

"It's worth having fun. It's worth having fun. "The Great Monk said.

"I've thought of something fun, and I'm happy to say it. The girl in the red dress said curiously.

The great monk stretched out his hand to the crowd and asked, "Is that Confucian worthy of the sacrifice of the soldiers on the battlefield?"

"Selling his wife and daughter, a scumbag, I can't wait to kill him with a sword!" said the girl in the red dress through gritted teeth.

"Is that woman worthy of the soldiers' life?" asked the great monk again.

"Foolishness and ignorance, pitiful and hateful. It's not worth it. The girl in the red dress replied.

"Is that little girl worthy of the soldiers' life?" the great monk asked again.

The girl in the red dress frowned, thought for a while, and then replied: "Young and innocent, kind and lovely, the future is promising, and it is worth a walk!"

"Then if this city is full of Confucian women and the like, and there is only one little girl, is it worth the soldiers to sacrifice their lives to protect?" the great monk asked again.

The girl in the red dress was silent, in fact, she already had the answer in her heart, and she also guessed the answer in the heart of the great monk, but her answer was diametrically opposed to the answer of the great monk, so she didn't want to say it to make the great monk uncomfortable.

"I know what you're thinking. The big monk smiled at the girl in the red dress and said, "Maybe you are right, but I still hold on to my beliefs." As long as I protect it, even if her light is weak, I will sacrifice my life to protect it, throw my head and spill my blood, and have no regrets!"

The girl in the red dress smiled and said, "What you say reminds me of a madman." In order to defend an empty city, this madman fought fiercely with the Big Tooth Army for a month, killing 50,000 soldiers and killing 150,000 enemies. If reinforcements hadn't come to the rescue, he and the remaining 20,000 soldiers would have died in battle. Someone asked him afterwards why he fought to the death for an empty city, and he replied that there was a flower in the city that was blooming, and that it was something he was guarding. ”

"For a delicate flower died 50,000 soldiers, he was scolded by the great Confucian masters, scolded him for being a war madman, scolded him for being a cold-blooded butcher, scolded him for being the reincarnation of a bad star, the great Confucian masters scolded in the streets and alleys, the common people followed the scolding, and finally the soldiers also scolded, and he had to roll up the cover and get out, and ran to the icy and snowy northern Xinjiang to nest up, and he didn't dare to say a word. ”

The big monk looked at the girl in the red dress with a strange expression, and said, "Are you sure he doesn't dare to say anything, rather than disdainful of it?"

"Uh-" The girl in the red dress stammered, uncertain: "It should be—probably—maybe—maybe he didn't dare to say anything, after all, the entire Dayu people were scolding him from top to bottom." ”

"Are you sure Butcher Zhang is afraid of being scolded?" the great monk asked again.

"Get out! How do I know?!" The girl in the red dress suddenly became angry, and gave the big monk a fierce look, feeling that the big monk's question was boring.

But is Butcher Zhang afraid of being scolded?

She always felt that he was afraid, otherwise how could he run to the cold northern frontier without saying a word, and Ren Wanfu would not say a word as he pointed out.

But when the great monk asked her like this, for some reason, she suddenly felt that Butcher Zhang should not be afraid, after all, he was Butcher Zhang.