The scorching sun scorched the earth, and even the wind carried a wave of heat. At a time when the earth was about to scorch, there were bursts of angry scolding and shouting. In the quarry on the side of the official road, the overseers were fierce and vicious, and the workers were sweating. This is a quarry in Fancheng, a border city of Yan State, because of the continuous war with the neighboring Chen State, the city wall is often repaired after the war, and for the convenience of the city wall repair, this quarry was built on the official road not far from Fancheng.

Somewhere in the quarry, more than a dozen people were pushing and pulling a huge stone, their sweat dripping from the ground beneath their feet. Suddenly, a somewhat scrawny old man fell to the ground, and the overseer on the side immediately waved the leather whip in his hand and whipped at the old man, and scolded and said: "You old immortal, get up and work quickly, if you can't get enough stones to repair the city wall in the next war, you will all die one by one." Get up and continue to work for Lao Tzu!" But the old man struggled a few times, and although he tried hard to get up again and again, he did not succeed once, and the leather whip of the overseer on the side waved at him again and again.

At this moment, a teenager walked out from the side, his thin bronzed skin could not hide the heroic spirit of his face, and his tenacious eyes added a bit of fortitude to his immature cheeks. The young man stopped in front of the old man, stopped the old man and looked at the overseer and said, "Uncle Xiao has been sick for several days, do you want his life?" The overseer looked at the young man contemptuously and said: "Yo, there is another one who is not afraid of death, and dares to stand up for others, just you are cheap slaves one by one, and it is as simple as pinching an ant to death if Lao Tzu kills you." The young man stared at the overseer with firm eyes and said, "The old man is so old, you torture him like this, what about your conscience, has it been eaten by dogs?" The overseer laughed and said, "You talk to me about your conscience, I will dig out your hearts first and let the dogs eat them" He said and then beckoned to a few overseers on the side and said: "Come, brothers, tie up this old and young for me, and we will find something to do later." A few overseers on the side immediately scolded and scolded, and pulled the young man and the old man Xiao on the ground to the side, and tied them to the two pillars on the edge of the quarry. Uncle Xiao said weakly to the young man: "Xiao Yi, I'm tired of you, I have an old bone, I will die when I die, you are still so young, you said that you are a child, quickly apologize to a few overseers, you are still young, maybe a few uncles can spare you." Several supervisors on the side heard Uncle Xiao's words and said, "Haha, yes, boy, you teach me a few dog barks, and then lick my toes, maybe I will let you go." The young man called Xiao Yi by Uncle Xiao snorted to the overseers and said: "Uncle Xiao, I know that you are for my good, let me beg them for mercy, hoping that I can live, but I, Murong Yi, can only die standing, not live on my knees, so they let me beg for mercy, and I am not worthy." The little old man sighed and said, "Hey, this child, why bother." But the overseer on the side had already tied the old man to the wooden post, and swung his whip at them fiercely.

It turned out that this stubborn young man was called Murong Yi, who was originally a member of the collateral royal family of the Yan Kingdom, and the second prince who was conspired to usurp the throne because of his father's support for the crown prince held a grudge. On the night of the second prince's accession to the throne, the blood flowed like a river, Murong Yi's family was beheaded all over the house, and at that time, his father entrusted him to his friend who was an official in the court, and he could only ensure that he was exiled to a border city like Fancheng as a slave, and he was ten years old that year. Six years have passed in a blink of an eye, and these six years of slave life have also made this once well-dressed young master wash away the lead and sharpen his tenacious character. And if he hadn't been taken care of by Uncle Xiao in the past six years, with his character, he might have been tortured to death several times, so when Uncle Xiao fell, he would be the only one who stood up, because others knew that if anyone dared to stand up, he might be the one who died, but Murong Yi couldn't care about it so much.

It's still from the quarry, and it's still those two wooden pillars, tied here for two days, and Murong Yi and Uncle Xiao haven't entered a drop of water in the past two days. Murong Yi pursed his dry chapped lips, slowly looked up at the hot sun, the sweat on his face was evaporated as soon as it came out, and his clothes were wet and dried by sweat. He called softly: "Uncle Xiao." But Uncle Xiao next to him did not answer. He had forgotten that this was the first time he had called Uncle Xiao, and Uncle Xiao had been silent since yesterday. He just hoped that he could suddenly hear Uncle Xiao's answer, but he knew that Uncle Xiao might never be able to answer him, he had already gone to another world, if there was another world that took people's souls after death. He hopes that everyone in that world can be equal, have their fields, be hungry, and have their clothes, so he can only bless Uncle Xiao in this way.

In the distance, in the center of the quarry, yesterday's overseer and another overseer slowly walked over, Murong Yi stared at them deadly, and the hatred in his eyes reached the extreme. The overseer walked up to him and whipped Murong Yi, who was already skinless, and he also stared at Murong Yi and said, "Do you want to kill me, come on." The other said, "This kid probably really thinks that his eyes can kill people, haha." Murong Yi didn't answer, but still looked at the two overseers with a cold gaze. When the overseer who beat him saw that he didn't speak, he whipped him even harder, "Hmph, the kid is still not convinced? Lao Tzu will torture you to death today, and let you go with the old immortal." Oh, by the way, Lao Tzu said he was going to dig out your heart. The overseer who beat him said and pulled out the knife on his body, and slowly stretched it towards Murong Yi's chest, the knife cut through the skin, but Murong Yi still looked at him coldly. Although Murong Yi knew that he was going to die the next moment, he would not beg for mercy, and the overseer saw that he had no intention of begging for mercy, so he did not plan to stop.

Suddenly, at the moment when Murong Yi was waiting to die, a rain of arrows came. One of the feathered arrows pierced the Overseer's chest with his sword, and a group of brightly armored soldiers entered the quarry. The overseers in the quarry could only bully and bully these quarrying slaves, how could they beat the well-trained regular soldiers. So, an almost one-sided slaughter began, and the soldiers killed only the overseers, but only drove the terrified slaves into a pile. When the slaughter was over, one of the soldiers, a young man on a white horse, came to the front of the many slaves and shouted: "First celebrate your liberation, and then, remind you of the danger you will face next." You will become our cannon fodder, and you will attack Fancheng under the leadership of our generals. Pray that you will survive and that you may be free. After speaking, ignoring the fear in the eyes of the slaves, he rode up to Murong Yi, and with a wave of his hand, two soldiers immediately untied the rope that bound Murong Yi. After untying the rope, Murong Yi immediately fell to the ground due to two days of exposure and dripping, but he stubbornly got up again and staggered to pick up the knife that fell to the ground after the overseer's death. At this time, the soldiers on the side thought that Murong Yi was going to resist, and immediately raised the knife in his hand and prepared to slash at Murong Yi, but the young general on the side waved his hand to stop him.

I saw Murong Yi staggering towards the old man who tied him with a long knife, cut the rope with the long knife, put down the old man Xiao, and then slowly dug it up on the side with the knife. And the young general understood that he was going to bury Uncle Xiao, just looked at him with interest, and then slowly walked into the distance.