Compared with being unkind to the rich, the mutual cannibalization of the weak is the most unbearable sorrow in the world.

An autumn rain and a cold.

When the comfortable autumn breeze continues to stop in the world for a whole season, the inevitable autumn rain begins to follow.

At first, it was still a wisp of sneaking in with the wind, but it soon lost this gentle patience, and the last few heavy rainstorms have always hit suddenly, and they are extremely violent, and it is impossible to resist.

After experiencing several relentless blows of violent winds and rains, the few green vegetation in Xishan Village quickly showed a withered and pale attitude.

Almost overnight, all the leaves that were still barely supporting the tree had fallen away, leaving only the bare trunk of the forked and forked tree dancing its teeth and claws, conveying a kind of hoarse tragedy.

Qin Wuyi got up very early today.

Contrary to the bleak and murderous aura around him, he was still wearing a thin coarse cloth short.

It was covered with dirty stains, but it was painted with a bit of color for the shabby clothes, and it seemed to be an effective means of keeping out the cold.

The bare soles of his feet, as soon as he crossed the threshold, the chill that was enough to tear his heart was instantly spread throughout his body, catching Qin Wuyi off guard, and he could only hug his weak body tightly while shivering fiercely.

"God, it's so cold, no wonder I woke up last night. ”

Qin Wuyi frowned and took a sip, and subconsciously touched the crotch of his shabby shorts with his right hand, not wanting to confirm whether the root of his life had been frozen.

Just last night, Qin Wuyi sewed a small cloth bag inside his shorts, and the success or failure of today's action was all tied to this simple cloth bag.

Ahem.

A hoarse dry cough came from the humble thatched hut, like a sharp nail cutting through the glass, and the listener's heart was furious, and it turned out that the demonic wind that had penetrated through the crack in the door had disturbed the pale patient on the bed.

"Qingshan, today is the funeral of Lord Guo's family, you have to go early, you have to run diligently, and you can always have a full meal. ”

The patient spoke, and his voice was like a candle flickering in the wind, which would be extinguished in the next second, and the oil would run out.

This patient is Qin Wuyi's father, Qin Tong, who went into the mountains with the young and strong laborers of Xishan Village in his early years to work as a stone mining helper for Wuji Sect, but unfortunately fell down the mountain and broke a leg.

Because of the lack of timely and effective treatment, the wound deteriorated rapidly and became a lingering disease, and I could only spend the rest of my life under the torture of pain.

At this time, Qin Wuyi was only six years old, and according to the calculation standards prevailing in the transcendent world, he had not yet become a child.

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Generally, at the age of fifteen, the hair binding ceremony has been held before the child can be considered an adult.

The father and son depend on each other for their lives and struggle to survive in the remote and poor place of Xishan Village.

Qin Wuyi doesn't have a mother, of course, in terms of the necessity of human reproduction, there must be, but Qin Wuyi never knew.

Six years ago, Qin Tong went to the cemetery not far from his home to sweep the grave, and stumbled upon Qin Wuyi, who was wrapped in swaddling clothes and almost frozen to death.

Tomb sweeping is Qin Tong's job, and it is also the livelihood he relies on to survive.

Since he broke a leg, completely lost the ability to do hard labor, and even almost became a waste, Wuji Zong, the owner who hired Qin Wuyi at that time, stepped forward and ordered the head of Xishan Village to assign the job of sweeping the tomb to Qin Tong.

Since then, Qin Tong has built a thatched house on the public cemetery in Xishan Village, earning a meager income by sweeping tombs, barely maintaining a quality of existence.

The sturdy young man Qin Tong disappeared, replaced by a lonely figure wandering the cemetery like a ghost, a living dead who was no different from the walking dead.

In the year when he broke his leg, Qin Tong hadn't yet gotten a family affair, and he was happy to finish the work of Wuji Sect, and he would be able to save enough money for the bride price to get married, but unfortunately it backfired, and it turned out that he was not so good.

Qin Tong quickly understood why Qin Wuyi appeared on the cemetery, the entire right half of the little guy's face was covered by a dark red birthmark, and he already had the rudimentary form of a monster.

Birthmarks are good enough to cover up shame and ugliness when they appear in any other part of the body, and they don't have to be known.

But if it only appears on the face, it is not just an ugly problem, but can be seen as a bad omen.

A person like Qin Wuyi, who has half of his face occupied by a birthmark, is simply no different from a monster, or even more terrifying than a monster, which is disgusting.

It's a deep-seated notion of the otherworld.

Qin Tong sighed helplessly, it must be a pair of ruthless parents who took advantage of last night's night to secretly discard the newborn child, seeing that the fabric used to make swaddling clothes is not bad, maybe it is still a child of a big family.

The bigger the family, the more you are not allowed to make any mistakes.

Compared with the ridicule, ridicule, and blame that you will have to endure in the future, it is obviously a better choice to throw away a life that has just escaped from the mother's womb.

It's just that this is definitely not a child of Xishan Village.

Although Qin Tong is inconvenient to move, and he lives in the barren mountain cemetery all day long, there are only dozens of households in Xishan Village, and the radius is only a few miles, no matter what the wind and grass, the news will spread quickly.

Especially things like who is pregnant with a child, it is even more difficult to keep it a secret, and recently, Qin Tong has not heard the news that anyone's family is about to give birth, even if he is pregnant with a child.

Others abandoned it like a mustard, but Qin Tong regarded it as a treasure, he had no hope of marrying a wife in his life, if he could raise a child, it was simply a great gift and gift from God.

What's more, the child himself does not have any incurable diseases, but only has a birthmark, if it is just to provide him with food and clothing, Qin Tong can barely do it.

Although I pity this child, I will suffer with him from now on, but it is better to save a small life than to die in the wilderness.

Qin Tong looked at the good color of the swaddling fabric, and guessed that this child was likely to be from a wealthy family, so he named him Qin Wuyi according to the scene, and specially named him a word, called Qingshan.

Qin was very careful when he was a swaddling cloth, and later when Qin Wuyi was a little older, he used this swaddling clothes to change a suit for him.

This is the story of Qin Wuyi and his father Qin Tong, I heard that there are countless tragedies in this world, so what happened to their father and son is nothing.

"I know, you can take care of your illness, I have already made breakfast, and I will bring you food at noon. ”

Qin Wuyi closed the patched wooden door tightly and responded.

"You just have to eat yourself, and leave me alone. Although Master Guo's family is good, the character of that family is not easy to get along with, so don't remember me, so as not to be bullied again. ”

Qin Tong has been accustomed to seeing the cold eyes of others in his life, and naturally he has learned to use a pair of cold eyes to observe everything around him, but he is very insightful of the temperament of everyone in Xishan Village.

At this moment, Qin Wuyi was going to do another job.

In addition to the necessary tomb sweeping every day, if there are people in Xishan Village or even farther villages who have weddings and funerals, Qin Wuyi can go to catch up with the excitement, clean the courtyard for others, do some chores, and be able to eat a full meal.

If you are lucky, you can meet a kind-hearted host's family, and maybe you can also ask for some dry food, steamed buns, and even leftovers to bring back, for this father and son, even if it is a celebration like a festival.

"I'm measured, you better sleep a little longer, it's still early." ”

Qin Wuyi said as the figure had already left the thatched hut and gradually drifted away.

As Qin Tong said, the Guo family is one of the largest families in Xishan Village, at least there are dozens of acres of fertile land to ensure drought and flood harvest at home, and not only do they not have to worry about food and clothing all year round, but they can also have some surplus.

As for that adult, it is not that the Guo family holds any official position in the imperial court, but a person like Qin Tong, who lives on the edge of the village and has to look at people's faces everywhere, is a common honorific title for others.

The autumn wind is getting tighter and tighter, but Qin Wuyi is making other plans at this time.

Everyone in Xishan Village knows that the Guo family has a jade pendant, which is the dowry brought by the Guo family's old grandmother, that is, the deceased who will be buried today, from her mother's family when she married into the Guo family.

In order to make the funeral of the old grandmother beautiful and let the deceased enter the earth for peace, the Guo family specially invited a Taoist priest from the Yunshui Temple of the outer gate of the Wuji Sect to do things on the day of the old grandmother's burial.

And the Taoist leader of the Wuji Sect once bluntly mentioned it.

If the Guo family can use this jade pendant as a burial object for the old grandmother, instead of greedily taking it for themselves, in order to pass it on from generation to generation, then the Guo family will have greater blessings in the future.

Although these Taoist priests who are responsible for doing things for others, although they are only lowly outer disciples in the Wuji Sect, they still enjoy extremely high prestige in the villages on the edge of the Western Regions City.

In order to have greater blessings in the future, and in order to demonstrate their filial piety, the Guo family soon announced in public that they would give the priceless jade pendant to their grandmother for burial.

Of course, the eternal enjoyment of happiness was cleverly hidden, and it was declared to the outside world just to abide by filial piety.

This move really earned enough face for the Guo family, and the entire Western Regions City knew that the Guo family was filial piety, and in the face of the valuable relics of the ancestors, they were able to be unmoved, but let them sleep underground with the deceased.

Even the city lord of the Western Regions City was ready to attend the funeral of the old grandmother of the Guo family in person, and I heard that a special plaque would be given as a commendation, so that it could be used as a model and model for the people of the city to follow and learn.

Maybe it's because I grew up in the cemetery since I was a child, I'm used to seeing those people, and I was still crying and wiping my tears to say goodbye to my old people one second, and the next second I fought for a little bit of family property.

Of course, Qin Wuyi was in awe of the deceased, but he also clearly knew that life was like a flower blooming, and death was like a leaf falling, except that a corpse would turn into a pile of dry bones, there was nothing special.

This time, Qin Wuyi planned to steal jade.