If it weren't for the crossing, I might still be living in a village in the eastern part of Qu'a, which was under the jurisdiction of Wu during the Three Kingdoms period. It's sparsely trafficked and sparsely populated. From a distance, the vast plain is dotted with a few villages. In the early morning, the smoke curls and the breeze blows, and the air is filled with the scent of water vapor and the seedlings of the villager. Standing in front of my thatched hut, I can see a layer of morning mist like wisps of cicadas hanging in the air on the eastern fields, and I feel like a fairyland.

When I was farming, I often worked in this fairyland, and although it was a little harder, I was still very content. Compared to surviving in the war in the past, this kind of life is hundreds of times better.

We are the surname Guo, and there is a reason for this surname. According to legend, our original surname was not the surname of Guo, but the surname of Wu, and the fathers of our fathers were all subordinates of Sun Ce. Many of our predecessors died in such wars and died tragically in the wilderness. Later, due to the war, the father's generation and the large army were scattered. In order to survive, the fathers disguised themselves and went through many hardships, begging all the way, only to escape the pursuit of the enemy soldiers and stumble to this remote and wild place. At that time, there were only about 50 people left in the team, and most of them had already become worse due to injuries and illnesses that had not been treated in time. As soon as someone stopped, he was ordered to go to Huangquan and die in the world. In order to preserve their strength, the personnel were reduced to pieces and each made a living. As a result, several villages were formed, scattered scattered along a kilometer radius of woods and small rivers. In case of emergency, they use cooking smoke to send messages, support each other, and expel the aggression of people with foreign surnames.

With the vicissitudes of time and the stars, the original deserted place has been inhabited, the population is several times larger than before, and the fertile land is enough to maintain the livelihood of the people. At this time, the Three Kingdoms had become a strong trend, and Sun Quan had settled firmly in Jiangdong. Although each other had ambitions for expansion, they were worried that the other two countries would unite to resist the enemy, so everyone did not move, and the common people lived and worked in peace and contentment. The small village where we live has also been renamed Yangjiaba from the former refugee village. This name is said to have a source. I heard the old man say that a few decades ago, there was an overlord surnamed Yang in our place, this life is ***, his martial arts are extremely high, and no one dares to provoke him. But he never bullied the poor, but he hated the government to the core. The government levied miscellaneous taxes, looted the people's fat and ointment, and the people complained. Yang Bawang couldn't get used to what the government was doing, and secretly opposed the government. Today, either someone from the yamen was beaten, or a certain wife in the yamen was kidnapped. The government hated him very much, and they were helpless against him. For a time, the yamen was very tight, and people were sent to watch out for him day and night.

The county government ordered him to be tortured at night and couldn't sleep, and his fat body was thin into a telephone pole without losing weight. Seeing that the old man was worried all day long, the wife couldn't sit still. I thought to myself, in the long run, my lord's life may not be guaranteed. I also responded to the idiom of being in a hurry, and my wife's eyes rolled and she had a clever plan. In the evening, Mrs. said this in the ear of the old man, and the county commander's eyes suddenly became a slit, and she kissed and kissed his wife, gave a thumbs up and said, "Gao Ming." ”

So, at dusk, Yang Bawang was invited by the county lord to the yamen to drink and enjoy the flowers, and wanted to make three chapters of the law and exercise a lenient policy for the people.

When Yang Bawang heard this, he was very happy in his heart. In this way, ordinary people do not have to worry about paying onerous taxes and can live in peace.

As the saying goes, you can't have the heart to harm others, and you can't do without the heart to prevent people. Yang Bawang saw that the county order had been sincerely invited five times, so he relaxed his vigilance. The county commander distressed and took out the aged tribute wine, and drank three glasses with Yang Bawang. Yang Bawang was refreshing, taking a sip of a cup, and sweating profusely on his head after drinking the county order. Unexpectedly, the wine is poisoned wine. The toxicity came up, and Yang Bawang's eyes turned black. Looking at the county order again, the original gentle look has become hideous. As soon as he raised his hand, he was ambushed in the shadows by the yamen errand, and rushed out with a knife and gun. Yang Bawang pushed east and west, and broke through the county yamen. When he returned to the village, he vomited blood and died.

That night, the thunder god was in a big blow, the wind roared, and the whole world was black and cloudy. On the dirt road in the countryside, the noisy footsteps of the neighbors were particularly heavy, and they rushed to the deserted temple where Yang Bawang lived, completely ignoring the raging storm.

In order to commemorate Yang Bawang, the village was renamed Yang Jiaba. Although the name is not very good, the villagers say don't be evil and go to ghosts.

And I was born in the middle of the night.

When I first came into this world, I felt that the atmosphere was very solemn, and everyone had tears in their eyes. I can't speak yet, but I'm sensible.

An aunt hugged me and said to me, "When you grow up, you have to be like Yang Bawang, speak for the people and do things for the people." ”

I nodded like an adult.

Everyone was shocked, but they didn't expect the newborn child to be able to understand what adults said. Could this be the reincarnation of the gods, Yang Bawang.

As a result, the villagers were very fond of me, and they would always think of me if there was anything good to eat, and they would pull a piece of cloth and give it to me if there was anything good to wear.

And my mother always had a sad face, worried that this friendship would not be repaid for the rest of her life.

And I also responded to my mother's worries and did not become a hero like Yang Bawang. In the decades I have lived, it can be said that the wind and rain are smooth, and the country and the people are safe. In such a time of peace, to be a hero is simply a dream. Born at the wrong time!

For decades, I lived a stable life of leaving early and returning late, and cultivating the fields.

The village is still the same village, the river in front of the door is still the same river, the only thing that has changed is that the villagers who were young in the past are now old.

The quiet days made me feel a little regretful, and I always felt like something was missing. I can't tell you what is missing.

In order to find out the reason, I went to an ancient temple, burned a handful of incense, kowtowed reverently, and asked the Taoist chief to show me the incense. To be honest, I was worried about what would happen to me, such as illness, such as accidents. I want someone to help me with some guidance, so that I can get noticed, prepare early, and avoid disaster.

The Taoist chief looked at the incense head, looked left and right, and then pinched his fingers and said silently, and said to me: "You have no desires and no desires, a very good life!"

"You're talking about a past life!" I reminded the chief.

The Taoist seemed to choke on the wind, coughed, and said, "Then what do you want me to see?"

"The afterlife!" I said.

The Taoist chief picked up the fan, tapped his palm, and said a little reproachfully: "You didn't say it earlier." ”

I disagreed: "I have experienced it all in the next life, and I need you to see it." ”

The Taoist chief was very thick-skinned and said, "This is also true." ”

I urged, "Hurry up, I'll have something to do when I go home!"

The Taoist raised his orchid fingers, put them in front of him, muttered and silently recited them, and then said with a smile: "In the next life, your future is limitless. ”

You are going to see God's age, and you have a bright future, and you have been coaxed. I smiled and smiled, very disdainful in my heart. It's too untechnical to make money like this.

I took a copper coin out of my robe, placed it by the incense burner, and said goodbye to the Taoist chief.

The Taoist chief took me on the road and said to me, "After three days, you will know whether what I said is true or not." ”

Honestly, I don't take it seriously. Burning incense is just an auspicious picture, and there is a heart for comfort, and there is no other meaning. As the saying goes, copper coins do not fall into the void, and there is a return for paying. Other promotions made a fortune, but the grass people were not interested.

I went home and sat in the hut, not wanting to think about the words of the elder again. However, he said that in three days, there would be a vision, and that made me look forward to it. Although I didn't believe in the Taoist priest's nonsense, I was still a little excited in my heart. I looked at Lang Lang's sky and felt that everything was normal. It's impossible to even think about it. I just think he's talking nonsense and cheating loyal people out of their money.

I don't know how to get it, I have been in a trance for the past three days, dizzy and dizzy, my brain seems to have a surge of air, and my whole body suddenly seems to be drained from my spirits.

The third day finally arrived. As usual, I took my hoe and walked out of the hut to work in the fields. Halfway through, the sky that had just been clear was suddenly overcast, and a dark cloud in the eastern sky quickly rolled over, and I wanted to hide, but it was too late. Yin Qi was haunted, and I felt cold. Then there was a thunderclap that nearly deafened my ears. A cloud of blue light flashed, and there was a loud crackle, and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, everything in front of me was completely unfamiliar. I touched my eyes and got up. The old path is gone, the village is gone, and where have all my robed villagers gone? I looked around, curious and flustered.

I was amazed and called for help, but people ignored me. They came and went, as if they were in a hurry, and they didn't care at all about my existence.

Look at the house again, it was built like a castle. No, it's taller than a castle, it's unattainable. I wondered how someone could climb up such a tall house. I don't get it 10,000.

I was in the middle of the road, looking up, and I felt the sky spin.