Long Xishuang was digging a pit, because the scribes who came out of Liyang City told him that as long as he could dispose of the corpses all over the ground, his third aunt and little sister could get ten days of food, although it was only ten days, but after all, there was hope to live, and Long Xishuang felt that it was good to live for a while. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He didn't live for himself, in fact, when he took the army of Li Dao Guo Yan in Xiliang to kill his parents who were unwilling to follow them to Chang'an, he thought he was dead, he was seven years old that year, in a well, he escaped the scourge of killing, that day, the frost and snow all over the ground in Di County, it was a particularly cold winter in Longxi, that day, he had no father and no mother, so he changed his name to Longxi Shuang, Longxi County is his hometown, and the frost and snow of that day are his name.

Crawled out of the well, he fell into the Qiang tribe in Longxi as a slave, between the crawling and rolling, learned a Qiang fighting, hunting skills, and then the Qiang people took advantage of the chaos into the pass to plunder, he finally remembered that he was a Han people, so he killed the leader of the Qiang people who took him to plunder, crossed HB, crossed the state, came to the flat Jizhong Plain, and then met the widowed third aunt and little sister, that year, he was fifteen years old, young and strong, and became the only male in the third aunt's family, The third aunt asked the village teacher to give him a crown gift that year, and the old man in the village was in charge, and agreed to marry him as a daughter-in-law when the little sister was fifteen years old four years later.

But after that year, the days were not as good as a year, first the local clans asked for the grain they planted, and then they began to ask for their ploughing cattle after reluctantly handing it over, and then the lord of the northern land, Yuan Benchu, and the court Sikong Cao Mengde fought, and then Yuan Benchu died, and the two sons fought infighting, and then Cao Mengde's northern expedition, collected all the grain in the Jizhong Plain, and then the wheat in the Longxi Shuang's family who farmed in the Jizhong Plain was also harvested, he thought about killing, after all, the people who harvested the wheat were not his opponents, and his Qiang fighting skills were very powerful, Even if there are more than a dozen people on the other side, as long as there are stones on the ground, he can kill them one by one, but when he saw the ubiquitous sergeants, he gave up, killing a few people could not stop the imperial army from harvesting wheat, but would kill the third aunt and the little sister.

So he, like the people of the Jizhong Plain, was short of food, and then was driven to Liyang by Yuan Benchu's eldest son Yuan Tan hungry, along the way, he used the Qiang Fighting technique to kill a lot of homeless people who coveted his little sister, and at the same time refused the invitation of the evil man who ate his wife and son, so he came to Liyang City.

Then he saw the handsome young man wearing a fur and a high crown on his head said a few words on the tower of Liyang City, Hu Cake fell from the sky, he abducted the little sister by someone, so he didn't rob it, when he regretted it, the homeless people who robbed Hu Cake were shot, and then those cavalry who were all dressed in iron armor, straddled the strangely shaped saddle, and had iron on the hooves of their mounts came out and killed all the homeless people, he wanted to resist, but soon he found that those cavalry did not kill the men next to the women and children, so he dispelled this idea.

Then the scribe came out, escorted by the soldiers, and shouted at them to restrain the corpses on the ground. So now he's digging a pit, digging a pit with those hard-working men who drag their families with their mouths.

Many sergeants roamed around him, obviously supervising them, for Long Xishuang, they were all vulnerable village men, he was thinking, when he could meet the son wearing a fur and a high crown, he could let him see his ability, maybe the third aunt and the little sister could stay, but the son never went out of the city, but if you can see the murderous knight wearing white shiny, you can also do it, the other cavalry are wearing black armor, that is, the person passed the white armor, it can be seen that the person has a very high status, but now the person can't see it.

As for the scribes and soldiers Long Xishuang pouted, it was useless to show their skills to them, these mediocre people might kill themselves, the teacher in the village said: mediocre people are jealous!

The winter in the north is dry, in addition to burying the corpse, you can also burn, after digging the pit, Longxi Shuang followed the others to find those who are building a camp for themselves to discard the wood to make a fire, seeing someone building a camp outside the city, Longxi Shuang's heart has a little bottom of the winter, it seems that the son did not want to kill them all.

I heard some people say that this son is the eldest son of Sikong, has the ability to penetrate the world, can communicate with the first farmers, and with a wave of his hand, he can make the rice grow, and now many places in Yuzhou, Yanzhou, Xuzhou, Sili, and Qingzhou are full of rice, and the millet of these rice is much more than ordinary rice, and in these places, there is no worry about eating. All this is because this prince is the divine envoy of Xiannong, and since he is a divine envoy, he must have a little compassion. Long Xishuang thinks.

Soon, however, the impression of the gentleman's kindness vanished, and the scribe came to tell him that if he wanted to feed his family, he must drive into the Yellow River the old and weak women and children who had no young men in the rear.

When I first heard this order, some of the men who had eaten for ten days were scolding, some were stunned, some were crying, some were beating their chests, some said that they would never do such a thing, and some hugged their families and cried, crying while saying that they would throw themselves into the river with their families, and some people directly wanted to go up and beat those scribes, but the result was that they were stabbed to death with spears by the sergeants next to the scribes.

Long Xishuang was silent, stood up and said to the scribe in front of him: "If a certain family is gone, the women and children may be saved?" ”

The young scribe rolled his eyes and said coldly: "First record the names of the population in my family, and then write down how many old and weak people you take away, and the people of your family can enter the camp to live, and I will tell you the name of the tent camp where your family lives in the camp before you set off, and there are sergeants there to protect your family for five days, and after you five days, you have not returned, or a sergeant has reported that you have not driven people into the Dahe family and left the camp and will no longer provide food. ”

"There is an aunt and sister in the family, two of them, I can take four people away, I don't know how much food I can give to the family?"

The scribe said with a smile: "If you don't see the old and weak under the dawn, you and your family can live this winter." ”

"Ten days for four people, and now I can take eight people away, as long as I give a certain family a rope. He will return from the banks of the river in five days. Wanwang Shangguan distributed 20 days of food to my family. ”

The scribe glanced at Longxi Shuang, who was nearly nine feet tall, and said with a smile: "Okay! Good! I see that you can indeed take eight old and weak men to the river, come, register your names first, and your own sergeant will take you to fetch men!" ”

Long Xishuang stepped forward to take the knife and pen, lay on the ground and engraved the names of his family members on the bamboo slips, and brought the number of the old and weak.

The scribe reminded, "And your name." ”

Long Xishuang hesitated, after all, he carved the name given by his parents on the bamboo slip, and then engraved the words that the village gentleman gave himself, he was crooked, his words were still learned in Jizhou Village, and he did not write the name given by his parents after learning, but now he decided to write it down, because he felt that what he was doing now would be punished by God, if he didn't write his true name, I am afraid that he would be retributed to the third aunt and little sister, this kind of thing, I have to suffer by myself.

The scribe laughed on the side; "Wang Shuang, Wang Ziquan, it turns out that you still have a table word. Tsk, tsk, strange! ”