"I'm afraid I won't be able to teach you archery today." Back at Uncle Wang's house and looking at Chen Mo, Uncle Wang finally spoke.

"It's out of the way." Chen Mo hurriedly shook his head, only then did he react, helped Uncle Wang boil the water, made the bed again, and after thinking about it, he split the firewood in the yard.

"Uncle Wang, what happened?" While Chen Mo was working, he still didn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

"I've met a rogue." Uncle Wang sighed, and then frowned: "Recently, for some reason, a large number of people have come from Yangzhou, and many townships have suffered disasters. ”

"Are those people rogues?" Chen Mo asked puzzled.

"It shouldn't be counted over there, but here, they're no different from the rogues." Uncle Wang sighed and said, "Like locusts, now the counties in the south have ordered all townships and villages to gather people to defend themselves, and we are almost here." ”

Why is it not counted over there, but it is counted here? Chen Mo didn't understand, but Chen Mo was obviously more interested in the matter of gathering the people in various townships: "Uncle Wang, if we gather the people here, can I do the same?" ”

"No, you're too young, and I have to be thirteen years old to enlist." Uncle Wang glared at Chen Mo and said, "Don't think about this, it's really a war, but no one can take care of you." ”

"Uncle Wang, my stick skills are good!" Chen Mo puffed up his chest a little anxiously and said, these days he has been practicing diligently every day, and the stick technique has been improved to lv3, although he doesn't know what that lv means, but he has already figured out the 3 in the back, the bigger the number, the more powerful, and when he rose to 3, he also got a lot of gods, and he had a clearer understanding of the stick technique, he thought it should be good.

"Fighting a war is not a competition with you, and a high level of martial arts may not be able to survive on the battlefield." Uncle Wang glanced at Chen Mo a little helplessly, it would be nice if the war was as simple as this kid thought.

Chen Mo didn't understand, gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Wang, I can learn." ”

"Do what you have to do, if there is really a rogue, someone will naturally deal with it, and it will not be your turn." Uncle Wang rubbed Chen Mo's little head.

Chen Mo wanted to prove his ability, so he didn't leave, and started practicing with a stick in the courtyard, wanting to attract Uncle Wang's attention and make Uncle Wang change his mind.

This kid's stick skills are indeed decent.

Uncle Wang glanced at the silence with some surprise, in such a short period of time, it is indeed good to be able to use the various moves of the stick technique coherently, but ...... That's all, it's a bit ridiculous to go to war.

Seeing that Chen Mo was practicing hard, Uncle Wang didn't interrupt him, and went to bandage his wounds and prepare dinner.

Chen Mo practiced until he was out of breath and exhausted, and Uncle Wang didn't seem to have the idea of changing his mind, which made Chen Mo very frustrated, so he could only drag the stick home.

"Two dogs!" Uncle Wang stopped Chen Mo.

"Hey~" Chen Mo, who was originally weak, was shocked when he heard this, and immediately turned his head and looked at Uncle Wang expectantly.

"Put the stick down!" Uncle Wang automatically ignored Chen Mo's expectant gaze and said indifferently.

"Oh~" When Chen Mo heard this, he knew that Uncle Wang would not change his mind, so he could only put down his stick and leave sullenly.

On the way back, passing by Uncle Cai's house, the crowd had dispersed a lot, the Cai family's aunt was crying while holding Adu, Chen Mo's originally depressed mood became even lower, and he returned home silently all the way.

"Brother Ergou, why do people die?" Ado pinched his nose and looked at Chen Mo while grinding the dry manure away.

"What, why?" Chen Mo looked at Addo suspiciously: "You mean Uncle Cai?" ”

"yes, well, all of a sudden, it's gone." Ado was a little frustrated: "Dumb didn't come over today. ”

"People are going to die, sooner or later." Chen Mo suddenly felt a little irritable, didn't this mean that he would die sooner or later? As soon as he thought of this, Chen Mo was a little frightened.

"If we are all going to die, why are we here in this world?" Ado pouted, and he also had an irritability similar to Chen Mo.

This question is too profound for a group of seven to ten year-old children, Chen Mo doesn't know why, he also wants to ask this question, scratches his head and says, "How can there be so many why?" No matter what, it's been decades before it's our turn, so what's the use of thinking about this now? Work! ”

"Oh~" Ado nodded sullenly, obviously still a little unable to let go of this question.

For a day, until the evening, the atmosphere of a group of children was a little low, including Chen Mo, who were all worried that one day in the future, they would die suddenly like Uncle Cai.

In the evening, Chen Mo, who had finished his work, returned home with his small basket on his back, and outside the yard, the ears of the sunspot who was lying on the ground and letting the little chick peck on his back moved, and then he got up from the ground, greeted Chen Mo happily, and spread his four paws to run around Chen Mo happily.

If it was in the past, Chen Mo would play with the sunspot for a while, but today, he was not in this mood, and returned to the room with a sullen face, his mother had already prepared a meal, and seeing Chen Mo's gloomy face, he wondered: "Mo'er, what's wrong?" ”

"Mother~" Chen Mo put down the basket and said after hesitating for a moment: "Are we all going to die in the future?" ”

"Why do you suddenly ask that?" Chen's mother didn't understand why Chen Mo suddenly asked such a question.

"Today, Uncle Wang came back with Uncle Cai's body, everyone is watching, and my aunt is crying...... Chen Mo looked at his mother and said with a sad face: "I suddenly thought, even if there is no accident, everyone seems to die in the end, but why is this?" ”

Mother Chen was stunned, sat down and pulled Chen Mo beside her, and said with a smile: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are the way of heaven, and no one can transcend it, just like flowers and plants withering and glorious." ”

Chen Mo frowned when he heard this: "Then we are born in this world and we are going to die after all, since we have to die after all, why do we have to live?" ”

Chen's mother had a headache, thought for a while, and said: "Everyone has a different meaning of being born in this practice, why should they be born, this needs to be explored." ”

"What about you, mother?" Chen Mo looked at his mother and asked.

"When my mother was young, I didn't understand it like you, but then I married your father, and my mother had to take care of your father's housework, so that he didn't have to worry about trivial matters at home, and then with you, my mother would take care of you, watching my son grow up little by little, marrying a wife and having children, probably the meaning of motherhood."

Chen Mo still didn't understand much, he kept thinking about these problems in his little head and couldn't let go, after eating hastily, he went back to his room to rest, this night, he didn't sleep well, and in his small brain, he was worried about his future life for the first time.