When people can put life and death aside, what they miss is the most ordinary and ordinary past, and Han Yan'er is like this.

He didn't study, he didn't practice martial arts, his hometown was in trouble, and his family moved around to survive in order to avoid forced labor.

Before joining the Ming Sect, he lived the same life as countless people who worked day and night to survive.

When he was farming in the fields, he prayed for clouds to block out the sun so that his back would not be burned.

When there is no rain for a long time, they shout that the dragon lord is coming to cast a spell, if they really ask for rain, they will kneel on the ground and kowtow to thank him, and if they can't ask for rain, they can only raise their heads and scold a "damn it" to relieve the resentment in their hearts - because they scold God will not usher in revenge, and scolding the landlord and the official will usher in consequences that they cannot bear.

When a loved one became seriously ill and had no money to ask Lang Zhong to see a doctor, he could only go to the temple or Taoist temple to worship people, beg the monks and Taoist priests to draw a talisman, recite a mantra, and pray that they would live a few more days.

They are simple, simple, and pure, and such simple people have one thing in common, that is, they love and hate, dare to love and hate.

When the crops are ripe, I can't eat enough, but you officers and soldiers want to come and snatch them all, and I only hate you.

My family was starving to death, I was chewing the bark of a tree and digging grass roots, and I was lying on the ground dying of hunger, and someone gave me a large bread to fill my stomach, and my life was rightfully his.

The officials of the Yuan court, the people who received the title of nobles, and the people who were landlords were all enemies in their hearts and the objects they hoped to rebel against.

On the other hand, if there is a rebellion or uprising in any province, it makes these officials uncomfortable, that is, the big heroes and real heroes in their hearts.

It was in this context that Mingjiao was able to grow in momentum, and Han Shantong tried every means to relieve the poor and win over the rich, and the hard work he paid in this is self-evident.

The wealthy people who were attracted such as Liu Futong and Sesame Li were bent on goodness, and were willing to give up their family wealth to support the people, and joined the Ming Sect to overthrow the Yuan court.

The poor people I remember are poor people like Han Yan'er, who not only received real kindness - gratuitous bread to satisfy their stomachs, but also received the respect of big heroes like Han Shantong.

This kind of respect is more important than eating, and this kind of respect is like the dawn before the dawn to remove the darkness and despair in their hearts, so that they can find the meaning of their lives, and are willing to fight, work hard, and endure for this seemingly unrealistic ideal.

It was such a group of people who gathered to form the Ming Sect of this period, quietly igniting the flame of hope suppressed by the corrupt Yuan Court.

It's a pity that, after all, Mingjiao is a hybrid organization founded by the founder and leader with selfishness and ambition, and its way of accepting people without refusing to accept it has gradually exposed one fatal flaw after another.

Discord is one of the first ones.

It is inevitable that people will go their own way, there will be many factions, and it is only a matter of time before they produce black sheep.

Although there is no solid evidence to prove that Du Zundao harmed Han Shantong behind his back, everything he did made Ming Sect elders like Han Yan'er hateful, so everyone was willing to stand on Liu Futong's side, even if they needed to fight against the Yuan soldiers on the front line and fight hard to kill the enemy.

You Du Zundao didn't say a word, you made a bad thing behind your back, and repeatedly wanted to snatch away the "crops" that Brother Han had worked so hard to plant, then you are the only big villain in the world, and I will be inseparable from you!

Okay!

When you see that Lao Tzu is fighting very well, you want to give Lao Tzu money behind your back, and even ask Lao Tzu for a pretty woman to let Lao Tzu give you his life?

Phew!

Lao Tzu is not rare for you pickled things!

No matter how much benefit you give me, I can't match Brother Han's life-saving pie!

I'd rather die!

Han Yan'er fought desperately with such an uncontrollable anger, beheaded the vanguard deputy general of the Yuan army at the cost of losing an arm, and entrusted tens of thousands of troops to Shangcai County in an unstrategic location for more than a month.

"Mr. Xu, if there is no war this year, what will the harvest be?" Han Yan'er was sitting under an old tree at the moment, staring in the direction outside the county in a daze.

Xu Xianling, who was questioned, changed into a clean new shirt today, which he specially left for himself when he sent off his relatives.

As a scholar, he wanted to be a little more decent when he died in battle.

Xu Xianling was holding the sachet that his wife had sewn for him in his hand and sniffing it under his nose, and he twitched his nose a few times, but he could only smell the fishy stench left over from the last battle - the blood of Yuan Bing and himself seeped into it.

"There's always a harvest, it just depends on whose pocket it ends up in." Xu Xianling sighed, put the sachet in his arms and answered Han Yan'er's question.

Han Yan'er nodded thoughtfully, and then began to rub the blade of the firewood axe placed on his lap, "I'm afraid that the grain in the hands of the villagers themselves will not be more than 20%, right?" ”

"Twenty percent?" Xu Xianling suddenly laughed, so that his already swollen eyes narrowed together.

"If it was still possible in previous years, but this year is a disaster year, and the imperial court is ......"

Xu Xian Ling stopped talking about this, and reiterated his words seriously: "The Yuan court wants to govern the river, the emperor wants to build the palace, and officials at all levels want to claim their own share of benefits from it, and I am afraid that there will be no last part of the grain that is barely collected." ”

"Listen to you, you were also a dog official when you were a county magistrate before?" Han Yan'er asked with a smile.

Xu Xianling smiled bitterly a few times, sighed heavily again, and then let out a sigh of relief, "There are many things that people can't help themselves in life, whether they are life or death, good or evil, they are all a matter of thought, and I finally chose to be a rebellious official in order to apologize for my sins with death, and I will suffer less sins when I go to hell." ”

"Amitabha!"

Han Yan'er suddenly recited the Buddha's name, and then said with a smile: "In the words of my eldest brother Han, Mr. Xu, you have become a Buddha on the ground, and you will not go to hell after death." ”

Xu Xianling smiled bitterly, "Your big brother Han is really a hero, and his name will be left in the annals of history." ”

"Really?" Han Yan'er was inexplicably surprised, and her body bounced up from the old tree she was leaning on, shaking the empty sleeve on the left.

"What about us? What about our brothers? He asked excitedly.

Xu Xianling actually thought that it wouldn't, but he still nodded vigorously, "Yes." ”

"Whew! It's a pity that we're going to die, otherwise I'll tell those gentlemen how we used the big axe to chop that vanguard general! Han Yan'er sighed with a smashing mouth.