In the twenty-seventh year of Yuan Zhizheng, Yun Poyue was already sixteen years old after his birthday. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although the fifteen-year-old had a very difficult winter, had no food and clothing, and almost froze to death, he survived by groveling and enduring the humiliation and the burning fire of the commissary. He lived to be sixteen years old and lived to the spring of the following year.

Sometimes the meaning of life is simply to live.

So much for.

Dead is just a pile of stinky meat. Even if he was put into a luxurious coffin in a three-story coffin, dressed in a gold-threaded jade robe, surrounded by gold, silver, jewelry, and jade, buried a hundred zhang deep underground, it was inevitable that it would fall into mud.

It is not much different in nature from the beggars of the Violent Corpse Wilderness.

If you have to find a difference, it's just a difference in the degree of tossing.

Only by being alive can there be infinite possibilities.

In this year, war began on the periphery of the city. On both sides, you cut and killed, fighting and fighting, and blood flowed like a river. Many of the men were conscripted.

Replenish the army.

The younger or older ones carried stretchers and ammunition.

Yun Poyue also let the soldiers arrest him, wrapped him in the team, and helped pull the cannons and feed the horses. He only worked for two days, and saw that once the battle was engaged, feathers and arrows flew everywhere, swords and guns were blind, and people around him kept falling. Some were soldiers, and some were simply migrant workers, who felt that it was too dangerous and too hard. It's not worth dying to die.

I took a moment to escape.

After escaping, Yun Poyue wandered in the streets and alleys.

Later, he was arrested because he was hungry and sneaked into the storeroom to steal bean cakes.

Eating bean cakes is nothing in normal times.

It smells a little sweet, but it's very unpalatable. Hair is dry and divergent, and it is difficult to swallow. In the past, it was crushed and mixed in the forage, mostly used to feed the horses.

Because of the war, everything in the bazaar nowadays is expensive for no reason as long as it is related to food.

Even the kind of sorghum that is boiled red, the rice soup is like blood, and it is astringent in the mouth, and even the pigs shed tears when they see it, they will be sold for one or two silver and a catty!

It's a feast to be able to eat bean cakes.

Of course, it is also a sin.

Yun Poyue was caught in the prison and found that there were not many people inside, to be exact, the cell was almost empty. Most of the prisoners were temporarily dragged to the front to serve as soldiers, and all that remained were the old, weak, sick and disabled, and a few rickety, listless errand soldiers.

The jailer brought him in and locked him up with the silent old man who was sitting on the bed.

The old man's name is Liu Yidao.

Yun Poyue always felt that she had heard of this name somewhere, and she was quite familiar, but she was in a hurry, and she was in a trance, and she couldn't remember it for a while?

In any case, he seems to have heard of this man.

When it was time to eat, Yun Poyue was surprised to see that in the bowl of prisoner Liu Yidao, in addition to the white snow-white rice, there was also a red-smoked and oily chicken thigh.

Add a small jar of wine.

Real cellar daughter red.

This made him extremely envious.

Drooling for a long time.

The bowl he was stuffed with was no more than brown rice, and on top were two slices of dry, wrinkled old pickled radish. It smelled a smell of urine rushing straight to my nose.

Then tears fell from his eyes.

Not gluttonous.

It's to let that bad smell inhale and choke on your nostrils!

Dinner was a meat bun and a small bowl of braised pork.

A good autumn dew on the altar.

Liu Yidao ate to his heart's content.

What Yun Poyue got was two cold and hard nest heads. Some are red, some are black, and if you look closely, they are a little dull yellow.

It is as hard as a stone.

If you throw it out casually and land on a person's head, it is not a knock it down and the head will definitely break the blood!

Yun Poyue didn't feel indignant.

Turning his head and looking at the old man, he thought to himself, the same prison, the same prisoner, but how can the difference in treatment be so big?

Liu Yidao glanced at him, only closing his eyes slightly.

The silence seemed incomparably long.

Yun Poyue couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Who are you?"

Liu Yidao said, "Didn't they just say it?"

"I think I've heard your name somewhere. ”

"It's not surprising because I'm a very famous person. ”

"Why do famous people go to prison?"

"Famous people will go to prison. ”

"I don't understand. ”

"There's a lot of things you don't understand. ”

"Your name is Liu Yidao?" Liu Yidao ......" Yun Poyue turned her face around, muttering in her mouth, and suddenly thought of the monster with red hair, blue eye shadow, thin waist and plump buttocks that she encountered on the street that day, and couldn't help but suddenly realize, "It turns out that the name of the honorable surname is spread in the mouth of a prostitute?"

"That's right. The old man nodded briefly.

"Right for what?"

"That's right. ”

"I don't understand what you're saying?"

"Because I spent most of the money I got in my life on these women. ”

"I'm sorry, but are you talking to them about a real person?"

"It's like a fake. ”

"Then you are indeed a snitch worth a thousand taels of silver that the government has put on a bounty?" Yun Poyue was puzzled and asked again.

"One thousand taels. Liu Yidao smiled faintly and said, "Boy, take a good look at the person sitting in front of you." This inevitably takes the old man too lightly......"

"Aren't you Liu Yidao?" asked Yun Poyue.

"I'm more than a thousand taels. ”

"Do you mean, did I say too much? Or do you not like to hear the phrase 'snitch'?" Yun Poyue thought carefully, carefully considering the words.

"The snitch is the snitch. Because even if others call me uncle, grandfather, and ancestor, I'm just a snitch. The Snitch is just that. Liu Yidao shrugged his shoulders slightly, and said: "As for the reward amount, it has risen to 30,000 taels since two years ago, and some cities have even reached 50,000 ......."

At that time, 50,000 was an astronomical number for the clouds to break through the moon.

Or a cloud.

A shower of rain.

Unpredictable, unpredictable.

He tilted his head and asked, "Why are you worth so much money?"

Liu Yidao shrugged his shoulders again and sat upright on the bed: "This question is stupid. I refused to answer. One more chance to ask you again. ”

Yun Poyue bit her lip.

There was some redness in the face.

He tried desperately to use his brain and try to think, but he still couldn't find the right way to speak.

Liu Yidao said slowly: "The reward price you mentioned is at least the ...... fifteen years ago."

"Fifteen years ago?" Yun Poyue repeated.

"I spent three months in this city fifteen years ago and haven't been here since. ”

"That is......" Yun Poyue hesitated, "and there wasn't me at that time?"

"Not bad. Liu Yidao agreed.

"Where did you go after that?"

"Wander the world. ”

"Traveling the world?" "Yun Poyue carefully searched for words.

"That's chic to say, but it's okay if you want to. Anyway, the meaning is pretty much the same. Liu Yidao said, "Playing while walking, traveling in famous cars, drinking XO foreign wine, and being accompanied by beautiful women." ”

Yun Poyue felt strange and said, "Where did you get so much money?"

Liu Yidao laughed.

"Am I stupid to ask again......" Yun Poyue's face flushed slightly.

"That's a good question. Very interesting. Liu Yidao seemed to settle down, stretched out his fingers, straightened his beard very elegantly, sighed lightly, and then said: "Whether you are out of good intentions or malicious intentions, it doesn't matter to me at all. It doesn't even have any effect. But if you're curious, I can tell you frankly -- to steal, to steal, to steal, to steal, to unlock the door when others are not paying attention or at home, to sneak into the house, to be the porter of their personal possessions -- if not, it's nothing, in short, everyone knows it. Do you understand what I mean?" )