An old man over eighty years old, being a father and a mother to raise young grandchildren, is unimaginably difficult for ordinary people.

"Uncle, where have the people in the village gone?" Zhu You asked.

The old man sighed and said, "Alas, the dead die, the run, and the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled are left." ”

"Uncle, what do you call it?" Zhu You continued to ask.

The old man replied, "Old man Wu San." ”

"The old man took the liberty of asking, how much land do you have?" Liu Xiu asked what he thought.

"How much land? There are no eggs! Where did the land come from, our family's local government took it away. The old man said with some excitement.

"But the list says that your family has twenty acres of land..."

Liu Xiu is familiar with the roster of acres and acres, which stems from his ability to never forget the ten lines at a glance.

"Twenty acres? Fuck it! The old man was so angry that he scolded.

But then again, if a flat-headed person has 20 acres of land in his home, no matter how poor his life is, he will not be poor.

"Bastard!" Zhu You couldn't help but scold.

Deceive and deceive the people!

While talking and talking, we have arrived at the old man's residence.

The dilapidated thatched hut and the low wood door tell the poverty of the owner.

"Uncle, is this your home?" Zhu You, as a child of a big family, thinks that the common people in the world don't talk about brocade clothes and food, and they are not much different from themselves.

What he saw in front of him was really shocking.

Can this slum-like place be inhabited?

If it is freezing today, can you protect yourself from the wind and snow?

Liu Xiu had already been mentally prepared, and what he saw at the scene made him feel the suffering of the ancient people.

The house is not as big as a palm, and it is difficult to shelter from the wind and snow;

There is no 100-day food in the land, and the officials and gentry exploit it.

"I'm used to living in old man, aren't all houses inhabited? But he can live, but the old man can't? The old man's old face, which has been through vicissitudes, shows an open-minded, optimistic, and self-deprecating look.

Liu Xiu and Zhu You followed their father-in-law into the firewood house, which was low and dilapidated, and was ventilated on all sides. It is both a firewood room and a kitchen.

"Take the trouble of piling up the firewood." The old man said.

The small field of dry firewood was piled up, and Liu Xiu and the others took a lot of effort to pile it up.

"Why do you pick up so much firewood?" Zhu You asked curiously.

The old man looked up at the sky, looked at the ground, and then pointed to himself and said, "Old man, I am eighty-five, God knows, the earth knows, how many days can I live, old man?" If I am not there one day, my eight-year-old grandson will at least cook on the fire and not starve to death. ”

The old man's words made Liu Xiu and Zhu You's eyes wet and red.

"There's food in this pot, right?" Zhu You pointed to the iron pot on the stove and asked.

"The wild vegetable soup I made in the morning, old man, is delicious." The old man took care of himself and opened the pot, and his words were very arrogant.

This year, if you have wild vegetables to eat, or you can still find wild vegetables all over the mountains, you should be content!

Zhu You almost gagged when he saw a lump of green and unknown liquid in the pot.

He's meowing, and this is what people eat? It's clearly pig food, give it to pigs, and pigs don't eat it!

Liu Xiu also saw this scene and dropped his jaw in shock.

Knowing that the ancient people lived a hard life, how could they ever want to be poor and become like this?

"Young man, it's good to have food in chaos." The old man Wu San said helplessly.

As he spoke, he led the two into the hall, and sure enough, it was as poor and simple as a firewood house.

"Sun, what's wrong with you? Don't scare the old man, old man, I don't want the white-haired person to send the black-haired person. Wu Sanyi entered the door and saw his grandson lying on the kang shivering coldly, his face was pale and sweating.

Oh, my God! On such a cold day, can an eight-year-old child not get sick if he only wears a single coat?

"This kid must have a bad cold." Liu Xiu said, immediately took off his woolen coat and carefully covered the child.

"Hey, it's so cold!" Taking off the big hat, Liu Xiu exclaimed coldly.

"Uncle Wen, put my coat on." Zhu You took off his wool and put it on Liu Xiu, after all, he has good physical fitness and has been practicing martial arts for many years, so he is not afraid of the cold!

"Two benefactors, old man, I thank you!" said that, he was going to kowtow to Liu Xiu and Zhu You.

"Uncle, hurry up, you will break our lives like this." Liu Xiu hurriedly helped.

"Don't let the child suffer, hurry up and find a doctor!" Zhu You said worriedly.

"This is a little bit of my heart, please accept it." Liu Xiu took out a square cloth from his arms, wrapped it in five taels of silver and handed it to Wu San.

The old man is very grateful and grateful, at least his grandson can live.

Bidding farewell to Wu San's grandson, Liu Xiu and Zhu You knocked on the firewood door of the second family with a heavy heart.

"Is anyone there?" Zhu You shouted loudly outside the door.

"Who?" A man asked from the back room.

"My brothers are passing by, and they want to ask you to drink saliva." Zhu You made up a reason and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in the prime of life walked out of the house, looking about forty or fifty years old, thin, and of medium height.

To Liu Xiu's surprise, the man was missing an arm, and it seemed that he had experienced a tragic change.

With a squeak, the firewood opened, and the man welcomed the two into the house.

"Two, the family is poor and has nothing to entertain, let's drink a bowl of bitter tea." The man with the broken arm served them two bowls of black tea.

Is this tea? Black as charcoal!

"What a good medicine!" Liu Xiu originally thought that the master's statement that the tea was bitter was just a humble word, but he didn't expect the black tea to enter it, so bitter that he almost vomited bile.

It's not ordinary bitterness, it's really bitter!

The house was dilapidated, the thatched roof had long since rotted, grass ash was constantly falling from it, and the wind and snow were blowing into the house, making people cold to the neck.

"Brother, are you the only one in the family?" Zhu You couldn't help but ask curiously.

"I'm the only one." The man seems to be alone for many years, not good at conversing with people, taciturn, and rarely talking.

"Dare to ask the eldest brother, how to call it?" Liu Xiu asked.

"Wang Wu." The man still cherishes ink like gold.

Liu Xiu and Zhu You had a sentence, but none of them chatted, Wang Wu saw that the two had no malicious intentions, and slowly opened his heart, telling his miserable life experience and tragic experience.

The man's original name was Wang Chao, and his ancestral home was Daijun, which bordered the northern ethnic minorities, the Xiongnu, the Wuhuan, and the northern nomads often came to the border to rob their homes.

Wang Chao's parents and family died under the butcher's knife of the Huns, the country hated the family, Wang Chao was determined to join the army and avenge his relatives!

At the age of fifteen, he joined the army, and fought dozens of battles of all sizes, and each battle was not afraid of death, and dared to be the first!

Because of this, he has made a lot of achievements.

After Wang Mang ascended the throne, he wrote a book to insult the grassland peoples and provoke a border war, which was extremely tragic.

Wang Wu's narration is vivid and touching, bringing Liu Xiu into the battlefield, and the picture of this war appears in front of his eyes.