Lu Jingzhi nodded to the little boy and said, "As long as you are willing to listen to my arrangement." ”

The little boy was very happy to get Lu Jingzhi's promise, he knew that his status could not make an agreement with an adult, but he also thought that the adult would not lie to him - the adult was not that old, and his eyes were as clear black and brown as his own.

The little boy walked back to his parents and said lightly, "The adults are willing to let you go, he wants me." If you have the chance, you can have another one, preferably by my name. ”

The charcoal craftsman and his wife have lived on the territory of the ghost clan for a long time, although they are used to seeing death, how can they be willing to get along with the child for six or seven years at this time, and it is such a smart and kind child. A family of three hugged their heads and cried, and the scene was unbearable.

"Okay, don't cry, you guys hurry up and get ready, and go with the young master. Lu Jingzhi didn't want to look at it more, pointed to the carpenter again, and said, "Don't worry about other things, pack up your tools, and go along." ”

When the carpenter heard this, his heart trembled, but he said nothing. His wife and children are all in the village, and the children are also in their teens, a few years older than this tax collector, so they don't have to worry about inheritance, they are already much better than the charcoal craftsmen in this village. He packed up his tools as he said and stood on the side of Silly Dasha Er. It's not that he likes the brothers who tied him up, but because he felt that he was not qualified to stand with adults, because he didn't want to spoil the intimate atmosphere of the charcoal maker's family, and third, he was afraid of the ghost clan. So I had to stand with the stupid two who were tall but at least not so dangerous.

Lu Jingzhi waved at the undead infantry again, and the infantry ordered his zombie auxiliaries to carry the sulfur sent by the village chief. Then the two undead foot soldiers each pushed a wheelbarrow with two baskets of brimstone on it. In addition to the sulfur that had been taken away, two baskets of sulfur remained in the village. As for the sulphur ore on the mine, with a little more manpower, the remaining wheelbarrow can be transported back in two days. Even if the tax collection team "on the other side" comes, it will be able to cope with the payment of taxes.

The young village chief was ashamed of the charcoal craftsman's family. There was both shame and regret, but the habit of obedience formed over thousands of years made him dare not oppose the decision of the tax officer. All he could do was take out all the food left at home and make it into a small burden for the charcoal maker to hang on his body. He also told him to eat on the way, don't save it, lest he get to the castle, and he won't have a chance to eat anymore.

The son of the charcoal maker has a female playmate of the same age in the village, and the two have grown up together since childhood. The girl was the daughter of the captain of the miners in the mine, and if in another five or six years, the two children will be older, I am afraid that they will be able to talk about marriage. The two hurriedly exchanged some gadgets, and made an appointment to meet if they had the chance, and then said goodbye in tears. The girl stopped when she arrived at the entrance of the village, and there were still wild ghosts and rangers outside, and she could not run alone.

The son of the charcoal maker walked ahead with his eyes red and his head bowed, as if he was determined to leave the place as soon as possible. Behind him, there was a faint sound of a girl sobbing.

Why? Lu Jingzhi looked at this pair of affectionate and righteous people, and suddenly remembered Li Tangtang waiting in the castle. If she was captured by the ghost clan with greater power one day, would she be so sad?

No, it won't. He knew that Tangtang would not only care about being sad, but would protect what she wanted with her own hands. She had been captured by Belgo in the first place to keep him. For her to chase after her at that time, I fought with my life to protect her, maybe for a long time. This should not be a matter of love, but his responsibility to her is far heavier than love.

Hanzi wanted to comfort his sad son, but when he heard the stupid yelling at him, he hurriedly ran over, and it turned out that the tax collector wanted to say a few words to him. In fact, Lu Jingzhi was bored sitting on the sliding pole and wanted to find someone to chat. Silly and stupid, except hehe, hehe, or eat and drink, otherwise there is nothing else to say. As for the undead, although they can also tell nonsense, they are dumb and mocking, which sounds very harsh.

It's just that Hanzi is really simple, and he can't answer a single sentence of three questions, and he still has to find a good opponent to chat. Lu Jingzhi sent him to find his wife and children, and asked the fool to call the carpenter. Thanks to this carpenter, he was a little nervous at first, but after a few words, he got up, and he got up "you" and "I" regardless of his dignity. But this time Lu Jingzhi is also up to him, if you have to talk about the upper and lower points, then there is no need to chat.

The ghost world was originally the territory of the undead, and since ancient times, yin and yang have been dichotomy, people are in the yang, and ghosts are in the underworld. However, since the two worlds are in the same way of life and death, there is naturally a relationship. Yin-Yang Road, Santu River, Styx, Hell Gate, Ghost Gate Pass, Fengdu Ghost City, etc., are all descriptions of people's transportation modes in the Yin and Yang worlds after there are words. The sun and night are distinct, and the sun and the moon are shining, which is indeed a good scene, but the underworld is miserable and bleak, and the night is naturally pitch black, and when the day comes, it is nothing more than the appearance of twilight on earth. For ghosts, they are a kind of negative energy body, and if they are illuminated by the sun for a long time, they will inevitably disappear like ice and snow, and of course they like the underworld.

But there are always ghosts who can't survive in the underworld and run to the yang. Some ghosts who have nothing to do with things come out day and night, and like to haunt the shady places on the back of the mountains, especially places like mass graves. One is that there are no people coming and going, and the other is that you can find a place to live in the crypt. Like the ancient kings, the mausoleum crypt is even bigger than the palace on the ground, because they are buried with many living beings. If you are like ordinary people who only dig a coffin hole, it will inevitably be crowded. Ghosts have no substance, squeezing around, maybe they merge. If you melt too much, you will lose your nature, you will be fierce and cruel, and you will often hurt people's lives, this is the evil ghost. And the famous families, often have their own righteous cemetery, the four seasons to worship fruit and rice, cigarettes endlessly, even if there are ghosts who live in the sun, there is no need to squeeze around with other ghosts, each has a spiritual position to live in peace. When the ghost is dead and his energy is exhausted, his soul is gone.

In fact, people are the same as ghosts, and there are also people who can't get along in the sun, so they leave their homes and flee to the ghost world. Like carpenters, they were far away in the period of the Northern and Southern Dynasties in Chinese history, when the Wuhu chaos in China, they couldn't stand the Hu people's indiscriminate killing of Han people, and when they fled to the mountains, they strayed into the ghost world. This yin and yang road is easy to enter and difficult to exit, and once you pass the ghost gate, you can't find the way back. I had to find a place to survive in the ghost world and accept the exploitation of the lord of the ghost world in exchange for a chance to survive.

"I heard from the elders of the family that for more than a thousand years, the ghost clan has been limiting the size of villages everywhere. If there is a large number of people, it will be taxed heavily, and if there are more people in the nearby villages, it will be required to divide the population to establish new villages. If there is no vacant land nearby or the number of villages exceeds the lord's control, they will directly pull people to deduct taxes, and kill the extra people to become zombies. If you dare to resist, the end will be the slaughter of the village. "The carpenter seems to be talking about other people's business, and has nothing to do with himself. This kind of indifference is accustomed to the numbness of life and death. Without this numbness, people would have gone crazy long ago.

Lu Jingzhi nodded and let the carpenter continue. He didn't want to hear too much of the tragic story, so he only talked to the carpenter about it so that he could learn more about the ghost clan.

"When I was a child, my father told me that we are ancestral carpenters, and if we want to survive here, we must either sell our craft or work hard. Those who sell their crafts live longer than those who work hard, because the strength will be there as long as they eat, and it doesn't take a minute, but the craft is practiced for several years or more than ten years. "Here, whoever can do more work for the adults of the Oni Clan will survive." "Those who die are useless, or too old to sell, or injured and disabled, and can do nothing.

"Then what do you eat?" Lu Jingzhi was very curious about this. He ate and drank in the castle without worry, because every day someone would bring the food ready, and even meat would often be eaten. But the people in the village, in a place like the border village, there is no one to farm.

"We don't farm in that village," said the carpenter, "and our village produces ice fruits, which are taxes themselves." The best ice fruits can be worth more than a dozen ordinary ice fruits, and the average ice fruits can be worth more than a dozen poor ice fruits. We used it to pay taxes, and the rest was exchanged for grain in the village where we farmed. However, those villages that grow grain prefer to exchange sulfur for sulfur. After all, no matter how good the ice fruit is, it will still rot. But sulfur doesn't. ”

"Is that enough to eat?" Lu Jingzhi asked, "Could it be that the farming village doesn't have enough food for itself?"

"No," replied the carpenter, "the lords here collect taxes only for what they can use, and very little for grain. And the soil here is abundant, and anything you grow can grow well. I heard from the newcomers in the village that the grain harvest in the sun is often poor, and there is a famine, and there will be a famine every ten years. ”

Lu Jingyi's face was black, and he asked, "When did the newcomers in your village come?"

The carpenter said apologetically: "I don't know about this, it's probably from the Ming Dynasty." I always listen to him talk about the Ming Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty, and I don't know if this Ming Dynasty is a place or a dynasty. ”

"It's a dynasty. Lu Jingzhi said simply, and continued to ask: "When these people came over, didn't they bring anything?" In his mind, whether it was Song or Ming, most of them came here with some self-defense, even if they didn't have anything long, they could be regarded as a cross-section, right?

The carpenter grinned and said, "My lord, I don't know about others, but the person who came from the Ming Dynasty really didn't bring anything." ”

As he was talking, the three-way intersection in front of him was already in sight. When you get out of the intersection, turn left to go back to the castle, turn right to go to Sulphur Lake, and Sulphur Lake is the "opposite" force to that side. Suddenly, I saw a villager from a border village running back from a distance, and when I saw Lu Jingyi, I hurriedly shouted, "My lord, it's not good." The 'opposite' tax collector is coming. ”

If you want to know what happens next, let's see the next breakdown.