Chapter 7: Li Baiyi's choice

Zhou Bing is dead?

How can a big living person who was fine yesterday say that he is dead?

At this time, the villagers who were talking about and accusing Zhou Bing were all pale, and they didn't dare to mention the word Zhou Bing anymore.

"I told you not to keep talking, you don't listen, now it's okay, right?"

A village woman whispered accusations against her man.

The man opened his mouth, but could not say anything.

After all, people are dead, and it's useless to say anything.

"Let's go, the old village chief has gone to Zhou Bing's house, let's go and have a look. Suddenly, one of the villagers glanced at the crowd and suggested in a low tone.

Immediately, dozens of villagers walked towards Zhou Bing's house one by one.

However, when everyone walked to the door of Zhou Bing's house, they were shocked to see Zhou Bing's body hanging from the beam of his house.

At this time, the timid village woman hurriedly covered her eyes and did not dare to look.

At this time, the old village chief standing in Zhou Bing's house had a pale face, and a trace of sadness swept over his slightly cloudy eyes.

At this time, he seemed to have suddenly aged a few years again, and his expression was gloomy. Li Baiyi, who was standing beside him, grabbed his hand and asked sadly, "Grandpa, is Uncle Zhou dead?"

Hearing Li Baiyi's childish question, the old man Li Gang choked up and couldn't speak, and then he felt the hoarse figures of the people at the door and said, "Why don't you put Zhou Bing down?"

At this time, the villagers who reacted walked out, and two or three bold villagers hurriedly put Zhou Bing down.

Zhou Bing lay flat on the ground after being put down, his face pale, and his unclosed eyes revealed a trace of sadness and despair.

The villagers didn't dare to look at him when they saw it, and they looked away.

The old village chief squatted in the house in a quiet daze, and no one spoke, and there was a depressing dead silence in the house.

Dozens of people stood outside the door, blocking almost half of the light in the room, making the room a little dark.

In the gloom, the old village chief's face was gloomy, and his eyes flashed with contradictions, self-blame and guilt.

At this time, the words that General Ding Hu said sounded in his mind again.

Perhaps, I was really wrong.

If I had followed General Ding Hu's advice, maybe what happened today would not have happened......

I don't know how long it took, the old village chief looked up at the dark-skinned but sturdy man Da Niu and said, "Da Niu, today you will take everyone to the ground to turn over the soil." ”

Listening to the village chief's words, Da Niu responded, and then he glanced at everyone and said loudly: "Folks, let's go, they all go to work in the fields." ”

After listening to Da Niu's words, everyone turned around and left Zhou Bing's house one by one, and Zhou Bing's house instantly brightened a lot.

Li Baiyi, who had been standing beside the old village chief, opened his mouth and asked, "Grandpa, Uncle Zhou is dead, will there be no one to teach Baiyi to read and write in the future?"

Hearing Li Baiyi's words, the old village chief looked stunned, and then looked up at Li Baiyi.

After a while, the old man nodded, and Li Baiyi's expression suddenly fell when he saw this.

But the next moment, Li Baiyi suddenly raised his head, looked at the old village chief firmly, and asked, "Grandpa, is it true that Baiyi will also become an official in the future, so that the uncles and aunts in the village don't have to be bullied by them?"

Hearing Li Baiyi's sudden question, the old man was shocked, and looked at Li Baiyi in surprise.

Li Baiyi was able to think of becoming an official to protect the villagers at a young age, which was something he couldn't have imagined.

However, under Li Baiyi's firm gaze, the old village chief nodded and said, "Yes." Then he paused and hesitated: "Becoming an ordinary official is not enough to protect uncles and aunts, only becoming a more powerful official can be." ”

"Is that an official like General Ding?" Li Baiyi looked at the old man and asked.

The old man looked at Li Baiyi with a slightly startled gaze, and then nodded and said, "Yes." Becoming an official of the level of General Ding was not only able to protect the villagers, but also to protect them from taxes and forced labor. ”

"Then the white clothes are like that. Li Baiyi listened to the old man's words, looked at the old man with a firm gaze, and said seriously.

The old man looked at Li Baiyi in shock, and at this time he suddenly found that Li Baiyi at this time seemed to be different.

"But, grandpa, what does Bai Yi have to do to become an official?" Li Baiyi asked suspiciously.

The old man looked at Li Baiyi with a trace of struggle and hesitation, and finally said truthfully under Li Baiyi's firm gaze: "There are two paths to becoming an official. One is that a literati can become a civil official after passing the imperial examination. The other is to join the army through military training, kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions, and become a military general. Now that the Xuanwu Dynasty is heavy on martial arts and light on literature, it is slightly easier for military generals to be promoted. ”

After listening to the old man's words, Li Baiyi looked at him firmly and said, "That Baiyi chose to practice martial arts and join the army!"

Hearing Li Baiyi's words, the old man hesitated and said: "Practicing martial arts is a very boring and painful thing, and some people have not done an inch of martial arts in their lives. Some people sharpen their swords in ten years. ”

"Grandpa, Bai Yi has decided, so he will choose martial arts to join the army!" Li Baiyi looked at the old man with a firm gaze, and said in a certain tone.