And after entering the demon army, you can definitely get a lot of news, even if you can't get the news, at least you can eat and stay. After all, I won't starve to death, and it's much more comfortable than being alone.

"How can I be selected to be a soldier?" Ye Xuan asked curiously, which was equivalent to finding a target for himself.

"Every year in January and June, there will be conscripts in front of the General's Mansion in Yecheng, and each conscription lasts for a month. If you want to be a soldier, you can directly try your luck, after all, being a soldier does not mean that you can be a soldier, now in peacetime, there is no war, a hundred demons can choose one, after becoming a soldier, it can really save a lot of burden for the family, and even the whole village is very honorable. Moreover, the more soldiers a tribe has, the lower the relative conscription. So when Yecheng opens up for conscription, you will find that there will be a magnificent scene of crowds of people in this Yecheng, many of them are young demons who have walked for a few months and walked to Yecheng after the mile, some of them came over accompanied by their parents, some came over with their entourage, and some came alone and alone. However, in these two months of the year, the rent in Yecheng will rise, which also makes many aborigines in Yecheng make a small profit. However, there are several wide long streets near the General's Mansion in the city, and there will also be many demons from poor backgrounds, sleeping on the ground. Very pitiful. Speaking of the conscription, the pillar blurted out, his expression was a little yearning, and his hands holding the two big axes were also tightened.

"Sleeping on the ground?" Ye Xuan said again, with some doubts about his life after entering the city, listening to Dazhu's words, it seems that the housing prices in this city are not low, and there doesn't seem to be much work with food and accommodation, and his own 10,000 taels of gold coupons are also missing. Outside the tent, the cold wind of the night whistled, with a sound similar to the howl of a ghost crying wolf, and the thick black clouds seemed to be getting thicker and thicker, and the visibility of the ground was becoming less and less. But the footsteps and whispers outside are still unabated, and there are many demons who sit on the ground without tents, and their backs are lonely.

"Demons and demons are born different, look at the clothes you are wearing, made of silk, not ordinary people's linen clothes, and I don't know the hardships of the survival of poor demons. In the tribe, some little demons have never eaten a full meal since they were born, and some even wear a set of clothes as a family, and whoever goes out wears it. And rich and noble families can talk about happiness, so conscription is a way out for poor demons, they leave home alone, and poor families can't give them any help. It is a blessing to be able to find the way to Yecheng, and there are more young demons, most of whom are lost in the middle of the road, and there are not a few who starve to death. It was already difficult to hold on to Yecheng, and that month, Yecheng was overcrowded, and there was no shortage of people in some of the posts that included food and housing, even if it was the dirtiest and most tiring work, there were demons to do, because the little demons who had nothing in the tribe tried their best to survive, in order to live, dirty and tired, what was it? Not to mention that the demons were sleeping on the streets? Dazhu said slowly, and then took out a small cloth bag from his bosom that was not very clean and stained with oil. Then spread out on the ground. The cloth bag contained beans, yellow, orange and orange. Although many of them are not so full. The big pillar picked up a few of them and threw them into his mouth. Then chewed hard a few times. After swallowing, Fang Cai said to Ye Xuan with a smile: "You also eat, the fried beans I brought at home were copied by my mother when she left, and outside, I also ate a lot of delicacies, but they didn't have the fragrance of the fried beans made by my mother." After saying that, Dazhu closed his eyes, and then chewed lightly a few times. It took a long time to open my eyes. Aftertaste, he said two words: "It's so fragrant." ”

Ye Xuan listened to Lao Niu's story, his eyes were hot for no reason, and he didn't say anything in his heart, he picked up a few grains from the bag on the ground with his hands, then put them in his mouth, and chewed them slowly, as if he was tasting the most beautiful food in the world. And when I eat, my heart is inexplicably warm. After swallowing his stomach, Ye Xuan also said heartily. "It smells so good. Then he didn't do it again, but watched Dazhu eat. During this period, although Dazhu invited Ye Xuan many times, Ye Xuan also prevaricated because he was full. After all, this bag of fried beans was fried by Dazhu's mother for him, and it was enough to taste it and feel the old man's heart, how could he endure it anymore.

However, Dazhu saw that Ye Xuan didn't eat it, and he didn't eat a few bites, so he carefully tied the bag, and then put it back on his chest. However, the taste of this bean, Ye Xuan really never tasted it again. However, Ye Xuan also missed his family a little, Xun Xian asked, transcending reincarnation, Ye Xuan looked at the sky for the first time to reflect, in order to practice, let himself be in a foreign country, unable to see his family, and had no relatives. Is all this worth it, is it really a hundred years later, and then looking back, only to find that what I originally insisted on was just a dream of nothingness? At home, at least I can still feel the warmth of family affection, but Xun Xian asked, the cold and bumpy on the road, and the loneliness of being alone, although it has not reached the peak, but this kind of loneliness of being alone is always with me. It makes the heart more and more tenacious. Of course, so many emotions come down to one sentence, that is, he is homesick, whether it is the depths of the nameless mountain on the earth in his previous life, or the Ye Wangfu of the Chu State of Donghua Continent in this life. But now there is no going back. Even in this Nanzhan Zhou, he also has a sense of helplessness that has a bleak future. It seems that you can only go with the flow of fate. Cultivation is his only hope at the moment, but now this lifeless sea of qi has cut off his desire to cultivate, so he has to hope that Song Chunqiu can come to him as promised in half a year, otherwise it will really be a bumpy road ahead and the future is uncertain. At the same time, it also made Ye Xuan secretly make up his mind, that is, he would never give people a chance to control him in the future! This feeling of being involuntary was really uncomfortable.

One of the elders and one of the young in the tent sat quietly, immersed in their own world, thinking about things, even if the night wind was whistling outside the tent, and the whispering of the little demon on the side of the road had no effect on the two. The hands of the big pillar in the tent who touched the axe never left for a moment. Ye Xuan is looking at the starry sky from afar, although there are a lot of clouds, but there are still uncovered starlight sprinkled down, after being reincarnated here, he often looks at the starry sky from afar, looking for the starlight sprinkled by the earth, but he has never found it, because the stars in the sky are basically the same except for the different brightness. More often, there may be the absurdity and helplessness of not knowing each other, after all, it is just a thought.