Qingqing told her first story in a voice without any emotion.

In just a few sentences, it condenses the life and death separation of several generations of a village.

"For the people at the bottom who are very difficult to live, they don't understand the hatred of the country and the family, and the motive for going to the battlefield is not so high, they just want to exchange their lives for their families to live, but even such a humble hope is cruelly deprived by the superiors, they were sent to a special escort team because of the ulterior greed of a certain general, from then on, externally, they are dead people, they have no military merits, and their families will starve to death at any time."

These things that had happened came out of Qingqing's mouth, and Zhang Zhao was inexplicably weak when he heard it.

"In the era of the outbreak of war, human life was not as expensive as food, and perhaps for the high-ranking people, it was just some worthless lazy life, and it was only a few taels of silver to buy a slave who signed a death deed? People die every day on the battlefield, and the lives of these soldiers may not be as valuable as a horse in the eyes of the general, but their families have been waiting for them to come home. ”

"Don't talk about it......" Zhang Zhao's voice was a little hoarse, he was not from a family, and his parents were also ordinary people, Qingqing seemed to have investigated this, so the words he said to him were very targeted, and it was easy to arouse Zhang Zhao's empathy.

"It's a pity that the story is not finished, and I can't stop. One day, because the village could not pay the grain tax, the previous patriarch was ready to lead the whole clan into conscription, and the new patriarch came, young and handsome, but a little paranoid - but it didn't matter, the important thing was that the dead village came back to life. ”

Farming, doing business, outwitting nearby villagers, co-opting bandits, and then, with the wisdom of the patriarch, they found their relatives.

"Don't ask the young patriarch and his wife what means they used, just know that this village is complete, the children of the village have seen their father, who has long been unable to remember, the women of this village, when they have been separated for many years, even if they come back, they don't have a few copper plates on their bodies, even if they have shed blood on the battlefield but are not recognized, even if they were once a humble existence whose name was erased by the superior above, they have never resented anyone."

Across the door, in the courtyard of the ancestral hall, there was already a faint sound of choking, which could be clearly heard through the wall, and it whipped the heart of the young Fu General.

"They didn't complain about fate, let alone blame the general, they just wanted to live safely in the village where they grew up, guarding their wives and children, but the appearance of a person broke the balance, this person is high and powerful, and knows the true identity of the people in the village."

From this sentence on, what Qingqing is talking about is not what has happened before, she is outlining the future, a ruthless and possible future.

"The deputy general was selfless and selfless, and reported everything that happened in this village to the general, and the general was furious, not allowing his power to be provoked, and sent troops to eradicate the village overnight, and the whole village, whether old or young, all died under the general's iron horse, even if it was an innocent child, there was no left, a fire burned the past of this village, everything seemed to exist, the general's sin was drowned in the burning fire, and then, the deputy general, also died."

Zhang Zhao trembled, a cold flying knife, I don't know when it hit his neck, the patriarch's wife holding the knife had a smile on her face, as long as she went a little further, the knife could cut Zhang Zhao's throat, so that he had the ending in the story.

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"Yes, is it the patriarch and his wife who escaped to avenge their own people?" Zhang Zhao felt as if he had died once, and it was his soul that asked questions.

"Unfortunately, no." Qingqing withdrew the knife and looked in the direction of home.

"Only the dead can keep secrets forever, and the moment the deputy general is willing to be the executioner, his name is engraved in the book of life and death by the chief general he trusts, and it turns out that his life is no different from the people in this village in the eyes of the superiors."

"Nonsense...... You are talking nonsense! The general is not that kind of person! He's not! He treats us like brothers! He has shed blood for Dayan, and he has made meritorious contributions to Dayan! He is the god of war of Dayan, and he has guarded hundreds of people! Zhang Zhao retorted almost frantically.

It's not like convincing Qingqing, it's more like convincing himself.

"Oh, guarding the people? What are the people? Are you a common people? Am I a people? Everyone in this village is not a common person? Why does he think that the people of our village deserve to die, and why does he think that the others who are escorting him deserve to die? If the general's duty is to protect the people, then what is his behavior of killing the people and slaughtering the lucky generals? If this story is passed down for centuries, how do you guess what future generations will say about the general's actions? The first story, really a sad one, no one survived. ”

"I-" Zhang Zhao condensed.

He was tempted to contradict the young patriarch's wife, but he found that he could not utter a word.

Zhang Zhao clenched his hand into a fist, and for a long time, he let go of his hand decadently, as if he had really died once, in Qingqing's story, he was already one of the worthless souls under the saber.

"Didn't you say, two stories, what is the second one?"

"Oh, the second story, it's very short.

There is a village called Dayu, the villagers are positive and resolutely support the imperial court, especially love General Wei, they have developed a hand cream to curb the general's hand disease, and have also been appreciated by the deputy general Zhang Zhao, General Zhang Zhao is Dayu's eternal friend, under the matchmaking of General Zhang Zhao, the villagers of Dayu heroically saved the seriously injured General Wei.

The general was greatly moved and rewarded Dayu Village with 5,000 taels of silver, and the Dayu villagers used this silver to drive the surrounding villagers to make a fortune.

Everyone is singing the praises of everything that the two generals brought to the surroundings, and the deputy general Zhang Zhao, who contributed to this matter, is not only always a good friend of Dayu, but also has become a confidant of General Wei, and even the war dance invented in this village has been promoted by Deputy General Zhang Zhao.

Hundreds of years later, people may not remember that there was a god of war named Wei Sheng, but people must remember that the chivalrous deputy general who promoted the British song and dance, his name was Zhang Zhao.

Ah, what a sweet story about you love me and I love you, the general and the villagers. ”

After Qingqing finished speaking, she clapped her hands a few times to draw an end to her perfect story, and Zhang Zhao looked at her with dull eyes.

In this woman's story, he has a very different ending.

One is eternal, and the other is dead and nameless.

"The Buddha said: What you have in your heart, what you see is what you see, General Zhang Zhao, do you prefer to believe that the first story is true, or that the second story is true?"

Qingqing said and pushed the door open, behind the door, a group of tearful strong men looked at Zhang Zhao silently, Qingqing pointed to them and asked Zhang Zhao, whose eyes were red:

"Tell me, are you seeing a group of deserters who have been forced to lose their names, or a group of good law-abiding citizens?"