Back at the cottage, before he could go far, the third uncle hurriedly came, grabbed Lu Shi's horse's head, and said anxiously: "Strategist, hurry up and take a look, there are more than 300 old brothers and sisters gathered together, but they don't pack their things." ”

When Lu Shi heard this, he couldn't help frowning, when is this, don't hurry up and pack up, you will set off tomorrow, and you are still grinding there, does this cost people's lives.

"I'll take a look." It's really getting more and more messy.

followed the third uncle and hurried to the back mountain, and came to the workshop that made rattan armor, and the cottage in front was already busy, but it was extremely quiet, or peaceful.

The piles of rattan have disappeared, and those are all turned into rattan armor worn by warriors in a pair of withered and old hands, and now there are only a few dozen bunches left, and more than three hundred old people are still methodically weaving rattan armor with the remaining rattans, among these old people, there are not only more than three hundred old people, but also more than a hundred old ladies, and among these people, there is even the old Gongsheng.

They were dressed in new clothes that had just been issued by the cottage, and they were dressed in great spirits as if they were about to attend a feast for their children and grandchildren, and they were doubly careful during their labor, for fear of staining the new clothes they had not worn for decades.

The old people were busy with the work in their hands, and on the other hand, they talked and laughed quietly with each other, and even the old Gongsheng, who had disdained to be with these mud-legged people in the past, sat during the period, although he didn't know how to make anything, but shook his gray beard, and kept handing rattan to those busy old handlers, and kept saying something, and when he was happy, he even laughed happily with those mud-legged people who didn't even bother to look at him in his eyes, and his face was full of happiness and peaceful red light.

An old woman handed the last bunch of rattan in her arms to her wife, and without saying anything, she looked at her husband and relatives who had been through ups and downs with affection, and her dry pale face carved with wind and frost had a girlish redness.

The old husband locked the edge of the last rattan armor with skillful skills, held it in his hand again, looked at it carefully, and then pierced it on the ground, verified its sturdiness, and felt satisfied, and then handed it to the old brother who was responsible for the stacking next to him, looked around, saw that there was nothing to do, patted the grass clippings and dust on his body, and struggled to stand up, but it may have been sitting for too long, and his legs and feet were sore, and it turned out to be a stumbling, so the old woman gently stepped forward to help, according to the stubborn character of the Northwest man, Being supported by a woman is a shameful thing anyway, but this time, the old man accepted the support of his mother-in-law and smiled at him gratefully.

Seeing such a scene, Lu Shi couldn't help but stretch out his hand to stop the people who followed him, and quietly hid outside the field together, looking at their happiness and looking at their satisfied smiles.

"Alright, old brothers, are you done with your work?" The old Gongsheng also stood up at this time and raised his voice to ask those old brothers and sisters.

"It's over, it's over now." All the old men nodded proudly: "We guarantee that the boys will wear these dense and sturdy rattan armor, and the arrows of those dog things in the government will never penetrate them, no matter how sharp they are." ”

"That's good." The old Gongsheng also carefully sorted out his Gongsheng clothes again, which is a sign of his life's struggle and hard work, even if it has been patched and stacked, it has been washed and the original color cannot be seen at all, but he will definitely not wear the new clothes issued by the cottage.

"Alright, old brothers, is there anything else you don't worry about?"

"Master Gongsheng, we have nothing to worry about." Hundreds of old men answered him with satisfaction, and their words were full of relief.

"Then we can leave with peace of mind, let's go." At this time, when the old Gongsheng said this, he seemed to be a great prime minister, facing his people, he actually had a high-spirited expression on his face, straightened up, waved his hand in the air, and said loudly: "Old brother and sister-in-law, let's walk." ”

"Let's go." Hundreds of old people cheered together, as if they were going to a decent feast, where there seemed to be an abundance of delicacies, endless wines, soft music, and children and grandchildren frolicking around their knees.

So the old Gongsheng took the lead and sang generously, "Burn my body, and the holy fire will burn." What is the joy of life, and why is it so painful to die? Everyone spoke in unison: "Burn my body, the holy fire is blazing, what is the joy of life?" Why is it painful to die, for the good to eliminate evil, only for the light. Joy and sorrow are dust. Have mercy on me, there are many sorrows! Have mercy on me, there are many sorrows! "That" has mercy on me, and there are many sorrows! Have mercy on me, there are many sorrows! The singing voice fluttered in the deep mountains and valleys of Woniu Mountain, echoing each other for a long time.

Lao Gongsheng is generous and the singer is not the Book of Poetry, not Xiaoya, not the words of the sage who memorizes for decades, but the long song of tens of millions of people who sang generously and were willing to die when Emperor Hongwu was in trouble.

Lu Shi was very confused, so he looked at the people around him left and right, and asked, "What is this?" What are you going to do? ”

The third uncle began to tremble, his fists were clenched tightly, and tears were already rolling down his eyes.

Lu Shi suddenly felt something, and his mind was full of the plot of Li Zicheng's Nanyuan breakthrough and waving the flag to kill his wife.

"No—" Lu Shi shouted hoarsely and was about to rush out.

The third uncle grabbed it and whispered with tears on his face: "Forget it, this may also be their best destination." ”

The third uncle is a person from the past, and he has seen a lot of such a scene, and after seeing too much, he thinks it is natural.

"No, never, as long as I have a breath of air, I will never let this human tragedy happen, never."

That night, when Lu Shi returned to the cottage with these old people, Lu Shi overturned the rice and grain utensils loaded on the ten carts in front of everyone, spread the thick quilts very carefully, and solemnly told the stunned brothers and people that these ten carts were specially prepared for the old people in the cottage.

No one objected, of course not.

On November 18 of the first year of Chongzhen, when the sky was still dark, the war drums of Woniu Mountain beat again, but this time the beating of the war drums was different from the past, this time it was continuous and not only rolling and roaring.

In the midst of this constant drumming, the spearmen stood solemnly, the cavalry were uniform, and the children of the children's regiment also looked serious.

Those people who lived in the old camp finally carefully cleaned the home they had taken care of day and night, wiped the rough furniture, cleaned their own courtyard, carefully bolted the door with a rope, and put up the window, and then, silently helped the old and the young out of their own nests, thatched sheds, simple caves, carrying simple household belongings, holding a small burden in their arms, supporting the elderly, leading the children, and gathering on the school grounds.

If you are gone, you are leaving, in order to live, to leave the land where you were born and raised, to leave this home that was once sheltered from the wind and rain, and to an unknown but hopeful south.

When people reluctantly bid farewell to their homes and began to slowly gather in front of the school hall. The leader of the whole cottage had already stood there quietly and waited, and the one who was naturally surrounded by everyone was the white-clothed military advisor, and standing beside him was the iron tower-like resolute commander of the Heavenly Star.

On one side of the hall, several sturdy men took turns beating the war drums, so that the war drums continued.

Until, until that round of the morning sun burst out like fire behind the black and oppressive mountains in the east, it instantly spread to the flaming red flag on the wall of the cottage, and a huge black character on the banner "Chuang", and then spread to the cottage, spread to the school field, spread to the shining cold light of the spear, the solemn soldiers, the boundless crowd of people, and the last moment, penetrated the high warped rock, sprinkled on those majestic figures, sprinkled on the snow-white figure.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth are magnificent and bright.

The drumming stopped abruptly, and the tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians did not make a sound, and even the cold wind that had been raging for many days stopped calling.

Lu Shi glanced at each other, Lu Shi strode forward, raised his hand high, and shouted loudly: "The sun is out, the sun that belongs to us will always shine on us, we, now, to the south, to the world of life, set off." ”

The heavy gate of the wall rumbled open, Geng Kui jumped on the war horse, bowed to the military advisor, and then flicked the war horse and shouted without hesitation: "Sergeant Supervisor, go." The brothers of the sergeant turned their horses' heads and galloped out of the village with Geng Kui's tall figure.

He Bin, the leader of the second team, bowed his hand to all the leaders on the steps of the hall, and then shouted to the brothers behind him: "Second team, let's go-"

Rumbling steps, firm countenances, and shining spears burst out.

"Third team, let's go—"

"Team 10, let's go—"

When the last figure disappeared on the other side of the valley with the long dragon for more than ten miles, Lu Shiguo Tianxing and Zhao Dahai's third uncle glanced at the cottage that had fallen and the gate of the cave that had been opened, and slowly turned the horse's head, but refused to leave for a long time.

Set fire to the cottage, which was very popular at the time, but Lu Shi stopped everyone's practice, stay, the hard work to build, and abandon it by yourself, but it can also give other desperate homeless people a shelter from the wind and rain, this world, the people have already found an inch of shelter and can't get it.

"Let's go, it's no longer a place to linger." Lu Shiquan said.

"Let's go, there is no nostalgia here," Zhao Dahai mentioned the war horse freely.

Guo Tianxing was silent, and pulled the third uncle's war horse to follow Lu Shi to chase the team.

This is the wind and thunder changing color, and this going is changing the world.