In the eighteenth year of the Wind Dynasty, early winter.

After nine years of drought and nine years of flooding, the thirteen prefectures were finally overwhelmed after the first snowfall, with farmland extinction and plague rampant, claiming the lives of hundreds of people.

However, when today's son is mediocre, obsessed with the beauty of the harem and ignorant of government politics, and the power falls into the hands of relatives, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty are all bent and welcoming, and the trend of buying and selling officials is prevalent.

The daily consumption of money and food in the capital is excessive, and the Son of Heaven dares to build the ancestral hall of King Wen in such a disaster year, risking the disapproval of the world, and enshrine those frivolous poems and songs, as well as those Qinglou Oiran that the Son of Heaven likes.

Hundreds of officials to their heart's content to collect wealth, businessmen come one after another, a peaceful scene inside and outside the capital, there are historical records that this scene has not been seen in 600 years.

The singing and dancing of the palace is leveled, the paper is drunk and the gold is fan, after all, the paper can't hold the fire, with the cold wind spreading all over the thirteen states, the people are angry for a while, and the people with lofty ideals in the states and counties hold high the banner of righteousness, turn into a spark of stars, and burn towards the Central Plains.

The mighty wind is like a flat boat on the Nu River, churning in the waves, and there is a risk of capsizing at any time.

The state capitals supported their own troops, turned a blind eye to the will of the capital, and guarded the city gates to watch the changes in the world.

Canghuang County, which is located in the important transportation area of the Youzhou grain road, could not escape the invasion of war, and the officers and soldiers guarding the granary here fought dozens of times with the thieves hidden in the mountains outside the city, and each time it was a disastrous victory.

Sitting in the granary but not opening the warehouse to put grain has caused the people living here to complain, but if you continue to stay here, you can drink the white porridge that is distributed in front of the granary every day, which is better than going out and starving to death.

The jugglers who have come to the street in recent days are all coming for this bowl of porridge.

One of them was Li Subai, a poor scholar who played a chess game in front of the tailor's shop, and he had come all the way from Biansai to beg all the way, and if he hadn't drunk hot porridge, he would have died in the street that night.

Passers-by often see him playing chess with others, as if no one had ever won him, and if he lost, he left something behind, anything.

Frequent visitors who are familiar with him, more or less heard Li Suber say that he is very capable, if it weren't for the world's inadequacy, he would definitely be able to be a champion in high school and enter the capital to be a big official.

He also said that he studied under a master, and he was very famous outside the Saiwai.

When his fellow came over, people asked Li Suber if what he said was true or false, and the villager smiled and replied that his teacher was a stinky begging person, and people suddenly realized that no wonder he could beg all the way out of 800 miles without starving to death, it turned out that he had some real skills.

Li Subai dismissed these gossips, and while playing chess, he patiently waited for an opportunity, an opportunity to make his mark.

Because the teacher said to him before he died, the catastrophe will end, the world will be in chaos, the purple micro star will fall, and the dragon qi will move eastward, and half of his ability will be enough to compete with the princes for this world.

Although Li Subai is not clothed from the cold and has no long things, he lives patiently, and what the teacher said will never be wrong.

If you learn the skills of not being born, how can you waste this life?

Saving the common people between fire and water is the original intention of the teacher to teach knowledge, and every time Li Subai thinks about it, there will always be a warm current in his thirsty throat.

Finally, when Li Subo, who was so hungry, went to the fields outside the city to collect some edible wild vegetables, and was kidnapped by a group of bandits who were also hungry and red-eyed, this opportunity to leave a name in history fell on him impartially......

Towards the end of the year, several villages around Canghuang County were repeatedly looted by bandits, and many farmers were taken captive.

In another disaster year, a large area of land was not harvested, and seeing that the tax of the year could not be completed, the county magistrate angrily dispatched troops and sent generals, with hundreds of officers and soldiers, to surround the bandits' stockade.

"You let me drop my black veil hat, and I can't make you feel better!"

The county magistrate sat in the carriage and gave orders, and the officers and soldiers cut off the waterway and set fire to the forest, wanting to drive fire to the mountain.

The thieves in the stockade smelled the burnt smell of the fire, and they were so anxious that the owner of the village pointed at the farmers who had just been caught and cursed.

"Who would have thought of a way to escape! The stuffy donkey's head turns! Why don't you all play together! His grandma's! ”

"And you! If it weren't for the monkey in the alchemy furnace, hurry up and find a way! Who did you show your sad face? ”

The thieves don't dare to speak, they are all from poor families in nearby states and counties, and they can't eat before they fall into the grass, and they don't know a few big characters, who can do it?

Burn to death, burn to death! It's better than starving!

The owner of the village shouted and broke his throat, but no one stood up, so angry that the owner of the village drew his knife and slashed the second master with a rumbling stomach next to him.

"Boss! If it doesn't work, I'll do it with them! ”

"Yes, sir! Horizontal and vertical is a death! It's better to pull a few more pads! ”

Seeing that the owner of the village had a murderous intent, a few cowardly thieves immediately held back a few words of ambition.

The owner of the village was so angry that he bared his teeth, knowing that he should not have taken these farmers captive.

He just wanted to take advantage of the troubled times to recruit troops and buy horses, and also be a hero, but before he got out of the mountain, he was burned down by the county magistrate.

"Good! Brothers are willing to do it with me, copy the guy and leave! ”

The owner of the village held up the big knife and walked towards the gate of the village with a fierce momentum.

"The owner of the village stays! I have a plan! A timid voice came out of the crowd, almost causing the owner of the village to fall.

"Speak quickly! Don't! ”

The owner of the village turned his head and saw that it was a white and weak scholar, and recognized it as Li Subai, who was playing chess at a stall in Canghuang County.

This person has no power to tie the chicken, and with the fact that he has studied in a private school for a few years, he has placed a few chessboards on the streets of the county seat, playing against passers-by to make a fortune, and eating every day has become a problem.

How did you get this waste? He originally wanted to recruit troops and buy horses, and when the time was ripe, he would uncover the uprising, but one more mouth would give him one more guy to eat, like Li Subo, the thieves looked down on, and the farmers looked down on them.

When everyone saw that it was him who spoke, they all looked at him with disdain.

Li Subai disagreed, straightened his waist and said with a full sense of anger: "If you want to escape the fire, it is not difficult, find some bedding to wet with water, we hide in the cellar, and wait for the fire to pass before rushing out and desperately ......"

Although he looked down on him, his idea woke up the dreamer with a word, the owner of the village slapped his head, spit out thick phlegm and put away the knife, looked left and right and scolded and said, "What are you waiting for?" Hurry up and do what he says! Come inside and get the futon! ”

"Boss! What he said worked? ”

"What nonsense! If you want to live, do it! Or just stand outside the door and wait for the fire to come! The owner of the village kicked again, and the person who kicked it ran out two or three steps.

Suddenly, there was chaos in the village, and people who didn't want to die scrambled for bedding, and their noses and faces were swollen.

They don't believe that stinky chess players can release any good farts, but now he is the only one who dares to fart, whether it is fragrant or smelly, everyone has to listen to him.