The civil strife of the Vietnamese people began again, and several families were indistinguishable in the rainy season when they never raised troops. They seem to have forgotten that if they continue to fight, they can no longer be described as losing both, but they are still fighting hotly, and they can't wait to destroy each other in one go, so as to become the king of the entire Lingnan.

The more people killed, the happier Su Ren became. The more ruthlessly they killed, the more people died, and even those who did not die began to look for a way out. It is impossible to go west, there is the territory of the Yelang people, and if they catch it, they will become slaves who are lower than livestock. It is even more impossible to go east, to the east is the sea, and this season is not suitable for going to sea. The only way they had to go south or north was left.

The road to the south is too difficult, and the endless jungle is even more difficult to walk in the rainy season. In such weather, it is a good thing that one out of ten people can survive. Therefore, most of the Yue people chose the north and took refuge in this country with which they had a deep hatred.

Zhao Wen spent more than a month walking through the middle of the dotted villages. Anyone they met would advise them to leave Lingnan and go north. Some people listened to Zhao Wen's opinion, and more people thought that Zhao Wen was a madman, and naturally no one believed the words of a madman. Whenever this happens, Zhao Wen will stay, hoping to move these people with his sincerity, but unfortunately it doesn't have much effect.

"Patriarch, let's go! If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave! Zhao Wen said bitterly: "The civil strife of our Yue people is getting more and more intense, and we will soon be here, at that time the entire village will be in ruins, all the people will be caught, and no one can predict whether they live or die, you can not care, there are so many children in the village, you can bear to watch them die?" ”

There was no light in the old patriarch's dim eyes, and he lowered his head and kept holding the hemp rope with both hands.

Zhao Wen was a little anxious: "Patriarch, this is a big deal, don't be negligent!" ”

The old patriarch still didn't speak, and the work in his hands was not in the slightest confusion, and he tore off the hemp pole one by one, entangled them, rubbed his hands one after the other, and the original hemp rope was extended a little. The old patriarch's craftsmanship is very good, and the hemp rope that is rubbed out does not have a single burr, whether it is a rope or a large straw sandal, it is good.

Zhao Wen moved to the old patriarch's side: "Why don't you leave?" ”

The old patriarch stopped what he was doing: "This is our home, our ancestors have lived here for generations, I don't care if others want to leave, I, an old man, will never leave here." ”

"Soon it won't be your home! When they come, the old and the children will be killed, the young and strong will be incorporated into the army, the women will become tools for venting their desires, and even your stockade will be burned to the ground! ”

"They are also Yue people, we are the same ancestor, they won't."

This is not the first time Zhao Wen has talked with such an old stubborn person, there is such an old man in almost all villages, and before the disaster comes, he stubbornly believes that this time the civil strife of the Yue people will not change their lives as before. But when the people of their kind in their eyes were like wild beasts in the village, the patriarch would lie on the ground and ask the heavens why.

Zhao Wen sighed: "You don't understand, the Yue people who came this time are no longer the Yue people of the past." ”

After that, he got up and ignored the old patriarch who was still rubbing the hemp rope. Zhao Wen wanted to go door-to-door to persuade him, after seeing too much joys and sorrows, and seeing too much life and death, Zhao Wen was not angry. He has seen too many people these days, and he has met all kinds of people, and his heart has become a little harder.

The old servant hurriedly put the robe on Zhao Wen, and the two walked forward one after the other. The village is very large, and in this place where there is no three feet of flat land, each family has a long way of thatching huts separated from each other. Coming out of the old patriarch's house, walk along the dirt path to the nearest house. It was uphill, the road was slippery, Zhao Wen fell several times, and his clothes were full of muddy water.

The old servant wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by Zhao Wen, a person who trekked hard, no matter how many times he fell, he would stand up silently. When he came to the door of the first house, Zhao Wen was embarrassed.

The family was very poor and the hut was small. The fire in the middle of the house was not burning because of the humidity, and the light blue smoke filled the whole hut, and it was very choking as soon as I walked through the door. It was raining, and everyone had nothing to do, so the family of five sat around the fire and did nothing. The man was a man who looked to be fifty years old, and Zhao Wen knew that this person was at most thirty. Two women, one old and one young, sat closer to the fire, and behind them were two wooden children.

The only gate with light was blocked, and everyone looked up. The man hurriedly stood up: "Sir, you are here!" Come in and sit! ”

Zhao Wen has not been in this village for a day or two, and many people can know him. I heard that Zhao Wen turned out to be a doctor in Nanyue and was respected by the villagers. Zhao Wen took off his coat and had a dark face: "Why haven't you left yet?" ”

The man grinned, turned his head to look at his mother and wife: "Such a heavy rain, we can't walk if we want to, there are many people at home, this kind of weather is not suitable for rushing, in case something goes wrong, how about it?" Besides, those people may not come. ”

Zhao Wen said angrily: "Confused! If you stay, you will definitely die, and there is still a glimmer of life when you go out, why can't you figure it out? ”

The male owner accompanied the smiling face and gave a wooden pier under his buttocks to Zhao Wen: "Sir, don't be angry, there is really no way, no one is leaving in the whole village, I think there should be nothing wrong." ”

Zhao Wen took a deep breath and patted the male host's shoulder: "Ah Wang, you are the first person in the village to let me into the house, I didn't come here from Panyu to lie to people, everything I said is true, you don't know the truth, I'll tell you about the situation in your neighborhood now." ”

"The last village I passed through has been razed to the ground, it was done by the people of Yuyue, Xizhu is also nearby, they are all looking for the next target to start, the former Minyue has become a dead land, except for wild beasts, there are few living people, the grass is dyed red, the river is floating corpses, people are crazy, they do everything."

Zhao Wen raised his head and pondered: "This way, the place I have passed is a mess, you are the first village I have met with people, I want to save you, I want to save more Yue people, I don't want to watch the Yue people die miserably!" Do you understand? ”

The man Ngawang smiled and nodded.

Zhao Wen smiled bitterly: "I know you don't understand, let alone understand, listen to me once, let's go!" Hurry up and get out of this place, whether it's to Han or something else, survival is the most important thing! ”

There is no suspense, Ngawang has never been willing to take his family to the rainy jungle at this time. Zhao Wen also knew that no one wanted to leave, people were like this, when the danger didn't come, no matter what you said, he thought it was a joke and laughed it off. When danger appeared in front of them, they regretted it again, shouted hysterically, and ran around like headless flies. No one will remember the person at the beginning, and even if they do, they will scold in their hearts, why can't they say a few more words?

The old servant walked behind Zhao Wen and led the thin horse. The rain became heavier and heavier, and the mountain beams on the opposite side were no longer visible. The rainwater on the road collects to form small streams that rush down the mountain.

"Master, shall we go? If we don't go, we won't be able to go! They won't go! ”

Zhao Wen found a piece of flat land with high terrain and stopped to rest: "Hey! Now we only do what we do with our hearts, as long as our conscience can get by, we can save one by one. ”

"But no one wants to leave! There is no movement in the whole village, we have stayed here for too long, and those Yue people will come over soon. ”

"So we have to speed up and go to every house today, and we can't watch another village be destroyed."

The old servant sighed: "This matter has nothing to do with the master, why be so persistent, besides, this is not our Nanyue, the Yue people want to kill their own people, let them kill it, when we fought with the Yue Yue back then, didn't we also kill a lot of Yue people?" ”

"It's different!" Zhao Wendao: "Do you remember the young man I told you? ”

"Su Ren?"

Zhao Wen nodded: "This person is the manipulator of this civil strife, I thought that the war would stop when the rainy season came, but now it is getting more and more intense, and some people have already said that the war is no longer limited to Minyue, and the entire Lingnan is involved in it." ”

"He is a Han Chinese, how can he influence our Yue people?"

"There are too many ways, it is a good way to pacify Minyue, but not to occupy it, what he wants to do, there will always be a way, since he promised me that I will take in the Yue people, then let more Yue people go to Handi, so that we may be able to keep the blood of our Yue people."

The old servant didn't understand the meaning of Zhao Wen's words, and looked at Zhao Wen puzzled. Zhao Wen sighed: "I told you that you don't understand, let's go, there are still many people to go, if you can save one, save one more, I am a Yue person, all Yue people in Lingnan are my relatives and friends." ”

The old servant hurriedly followed helplessly, he didn't understand why his master was so compassionate this time. Is it really as some people say, the master is a saint? After following Zhao Wen for so many years, the old servant still understands his master. The master is the uncle of the king of Nanyue, and he is also the doctor of the Nanyue country, and he should not be such an emotional person in terms of identity and status.

I think that Zhao Wen also led his troops to stalemate with Luo Yue at the border, and the corpses killed on both sides were stacked, and Zhao Wen's eyes didn't blink. In the court, he is even more talkative, and he is so resolute in speaking and doing things, although he did not kill people with his own hands, but because of his words, many families were ruined. Even against the minister Lu Jia, who leans towards the government and the opposition, Zhao Wen can deal with it naturally. With such a great ability, how can there be no way to take these small people?

As the old servant walked, he guessed what happened to his master Zhao Wen? It's as if overnight it's a different person, or maybe the owner has other plans, well, it must be so, and nothing else makes sense except for this reason.