Last winter passed.

The old people in the village said that this year would be better, but unexpectedly, there was another war between the two kings. The price of food increased several times, and the government kept coming to urge the payment of land tax and grain wages. Seeing that they could no longer live in happiness, the villagers decided to raise money.

The villages moved to the south, hoping to make a living. Fortunately, they left early. Those villages that waited for the city to be destroyed before leaving had only a tenth population left.

But there are still refugees everywhere on this road. They have eaten up all the food and become refugees. Along the way, thieves are rampant, and it can be said that every house is empty.

They no longer have the strength to leave, and they are not allowed to enter Xi County. Everyone is not sure what will be waiting for them in the future.

Several people from Xinghua Village gathered together and discussed the way forward.

"Chu Dalang, what are you thinking about?"

Chu Dalang originally came from a well-to-do family, and was considered a landlord in Xinghua Village. He used to be a slave at home, and was sent to the city by his family, where he studied a lot. His family members died to protect him during the escape.

, and now he is alone.

"If the city cannot be opened, we will rush in by ourselves! Force it to open!" Chu Dalang only felt that his previous life was like his previous life. Now that he is in hell, what is there to be afraid of? Isn't it just a life?

"Isn't this a rebellion?" When the other refugees heard this, they looked at each other.

Chu Dalang gritted his teeth and said: "In this world, people can't live anymore! What can we do if we rebel?"

Chu Dalang had studied in school and had a smart mind. Along the way, people in Xinghua Village had already looked up to him.

"Yes! It's all about death anyway, and I want to be a full-fledged ghost before I die!"

"Let the nobles in the city have a taste of what it's like not to be able to survive."

Everyone agreed, their expressions faintly revealing a bit of madness.

"I have a plan, please come here." Chu Dalang smiled coldly and cast his gaze on the trafficker's shed next to the porridge shed where he was buying food for slaves.

"Isn't that noble Wang family in front buying young laborers? Let's go over and sell ourselves now!"

"Why? These ruthless nobles are taking advantage of the situation! They only gave half a bucket of rice and signed a death contract to buy us young laborers!"

"A half-fight is a half-fight! We are about to rebel, but we are still afraid that the food sold by the paper will be left to us, the old and weak women and children in Xinghua Village. We also happened to go to the city. He asked us to plant

If we take the land, we will be given farm tools, and those farm tools will be weapons for our rebellion!”

"What a plan!" All the refugees cheered.

"The Wang family has bought a lot of young laborers. When the time comes, we will split up and incite more people to rebel and join us. Open the city gate from the inside and let the whole family of Xinghua Village and these refugees enter the city!"

"good!"

"good!"

"Done!"
Chapter completed!