The plough shovel struggled to break through the dirt and create a churning ditch. The old peasant sat on the plow, pushing the iron plough hard, his legs trembling with his steps, the green tendons on his neck bulging, but the muddy old eyes could not help revealing that trace of joy, and finally returned to the land that his ancestors had cultivated for generations, and no longer had to suffer the pain of leaving his hometown.

He stopped, stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and his heart was full of beautiful longing, and he had finally survived the plague for several months, and he could not fear the terrible days that were precarious. I heard that this is all thanks to the blessings of a few miracle doctors, I really should know their names and erect a monument of merit for them!

A smile bloomed on his wrinkled lips, as long as he worked hard for a few more years, he could accumulate food, maybe he could replace it with a healthy ox, and then ask a blacksmith to make a pair of iron plows, and then he would really have a good life!

Although there is almost no surplus grain at the moment, the township sifu said that the local area belongs to Henan County, and the foot of the Son of Heaven is also the place where the emperor is the first to go, and I heard that there has been a special disaster relief grain transported, which is enough to support the people to live until this season's harvest.

The old farmer thought, his strength is a little more, it seems that in three or five years, his own life will get better and better, marry a daughter, marry a daughter-in-law, add a dingkou, hehe! It's going to be booming!

Just as he was happy in his heart, a large number of people appeared on the official road in the distance, but he didn't care, since the plague in various places gradually eased, when would there be no big gang of people returning to their hometowns? It's a normal thing!

A large group of people with miserable expressions dragged their children and daughters along, gradually hiding their lonely backs in the depths of the extended official road.

The old farmer had a puzzle in his heart, hadn't the plague that killed that day had subsided? Why do these people look like the dead in their homes? It seems that they are just a bunch of lazy people who refuse to support themselves!

He shook his head and continued to sweat and toil. As a farmer who has worked hard for generations, he looks down on these people who rely on the budding shade of their ancestors. What's the big deal? After a pandemic, aren't you like yourself, becoming a poor bastard with nothing? But the farmer is not afraid, as long as there is land, people, and belongings, he can still support his family!

In the distance, another group of people staggered, the old farmer pouted, today is a lively day, why do people seem to have become more?

Suddenly, some of the people screamed, some pointed into the distance, dancing and not knowing what to shout.

The old farmer was in his heart and hurriedly turned around.

"Bang dang", the plough fell heavily to the ground, and the old farmer opened his mouth wide, and a panicked and desperate look flashed in his eyes.

More than a dozen jet-black plumes of smoke rose at some point, flickering with a faint firelight. Oh, my God! Isn't that the direction of your own village?

Dozens of masked men, holding long knives in their hands, surrounded hundreds of men, women, and children under the big locust tree in the east of the village.

They shouted and warned the villagers not to act rashly.

The villagers struggled to hold on to their young children, covering their crying mouths, and watched in despair as the robbers ran around, mercilessly setting fire to one thatched hut after another with torches. It was the only property they had to keep out the wind and rain, and the pitiful little surplus of food in the hut was burned to ashes in the fire!

An old man stood up tremblingly and begged for a few words, but before he finished speaking, a slap from the boss came up, and a few remaining big teeth flew away from the owner helplessly.

Several women helped the old man up, and no one dared to speak anymore.

A burly man shouted in a rough voice: "Old and young masters, listen up, it's not that our brothers cut off people's lives and insist on driving you out of your hometown." It's really that our village is mainly in this vicinity and doesn't want to hurt the pond fish, so please leave as soon as possible to avoid mistakes! ”

He tried to pretend to be a rough tone, but unconsciously, the tone of the text was still revealed. It's a pity that the people are all frightened and colorless, like sifting chaff, where can anyone hear?

A young man said boldly: "Big brother, it's for everyone's good that you drive us away, we understand this." But you've got to leave a way to live, right? ”

The big man sneered, "What do you kid want to say?" ”

Seeing that there was no slap in the face, the young man became a little bolder, and said, "I heard my father say that in a few days, the relief food in the county town will be distributed, can you let us receive the food and leave?" ”

The big man couldn't help but look up to the sky and smile: "Relief food? Don't dream! The grain was robbed by our village owner in the middle of the road yesterday! ”

The people were stunned together, and several old people cried and said, "I can't live!" The whole village can only wait for death! ”

The big man frowned and shouted angrily, "Don't cry anymore. Otherwise, Lao Tzu will chop you one by one! ”

The people immediately fell silent, and only dared to sob.

The big man was silent for a while before he slowed down and said, "That's it! Although burning down your house today is a helpless thing, I have finally done a bad thing! I'll show you all a way out! ”

The people closed their mouths and pricked up their ears together, it was a good thing to be alive!

The big man pointed to the west and said, "Look, the five-day journey to the west is Luoyang City, which is the imperial capital!" ”

The people were stunned when they heard this, and the young man couldn't help but say, "Big brother, do you want us to go to Luoyang to beg for food?" ”

The big man nodded.

The young man shook his head and said, "Just with us village husbands and savages, even if we arrive in Luoyang, how can the officials give us food?" ”

The big man laughed and said, "The boy is right! Of course, it can't be done elsewhere, and maybe it will be arrested and imprisoned by those officials. But Luoyang is different! ”

The people all looked at the big man blankly, not understanding what he meant.

The big man said patiently: "Luoyang, at the feet of the Son of Heaven!" Under the whole world, it is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister! Have you heard of it? You are all slaves of the Son of Heaven and the property of the Son of Heaven, will the Son of Heaven let you starve to death at his doorstep? Absolutely not, the Son of Heaven also wants a reputation, doesn't he? ”

He saw that some of the people showed a sudden expression, and took the opportunity to agitate: "How many grains of grain do you have in this poor country? If you are alive today, you may starve to death on the couch tomorrow morning! When you arrive in Luoyang, maybe one person can share a few buckets of good rice! ”

The people were suddenly excited, and several anxious people were already shouting: "That makes sense! So what are we waiting for? Let's go to Luoyang! ”

The mirage of the big man, hidden behind the face towel, finally showed a smile that the conspiracy had succeeded, and he said in a heavy tone: "Folks! Count me on Funiu Mountain, I'm sorry everyone this time, come! Brothers, give each of them a little dry food and take it on the road to satisfy their hunger! ”

While shouting "good man's kindness", the people couldn't wait to embark on the journey to Beijing, as if they had forgotten that the initiators who caused them to leave their hometown were the heroes in front of them.

The big man stood in front of the big locust tree, and watched the people go away until he said in a deep voice: "Okay! Brothers, we must hurry to the next village as soon as possible! Today's task is still very heavy! ”

At this moment, no one could have imagined that in the townships, pavilions, and villages under the rule of dozens of counties within a radius of two hundred miles from the imperial capital Luoyang, there were groups of masked people raging wildly. They used the identities of mountain bandits, horse thieves, rogues, and even the government to set fire to the villages, and used all kinds of means such as coaxing and intimidation to drive away groups of helpless and panicked people, like a huge ant colony, slowly converging towards Luoyang.

Most of the local governments are still unaware of this, and it is not surprising that they have just experienced a terrible pandemic, and many villages are in chaos, and even many villages are empty, and the movement of the people has long been uncontrollable.

There were also some officials who were keenly aware of the slightest abnormality, and quickly sent their subordinates to investigate, and organized people to stop it. However, without exception, these dispatched personnel were like mud cattle entering the sea, and disappeared without a trace. Perhaps, it will be many years before a farmer stumbles upon their bones buried deep in the ground.

At the same time, there are elite killers secretly lurking on both sides of the official roads, and their task is to cut off all official messengers to Luoyang at all costs, so that Luoyang will become completely deaf and blind.

All the actions, like iron rings, were buckled into a seamless net, gradually covering the capital of the Han Dynasty, which was a complete conspiracy against the Son of Heaven and the subversion of the Han family.