In the hot summer season, heavy rain poured down from the black clouds, presenting a spirit of "water from the Yellow River comes from the sky", covering the entire earth in the rain curtain.

"The rain is coming, run away!"

Faced with this sudden heavy rainstorm, a group of people ran towards a dilapidated mountain temple, and a child shouted while running.

This dilapidated temple has a plaque with blurred handwriting, and there is a mountain god statue with a cracked face. There are many spider webs on the roof of the mountain god statue. In this thunderstorm weather, the statue looks very good

ferocious.

"This damn ghost weather!"

The refugees ran here to hide from the rain. A strong man took off his torn coat and vigorously scattered the water stains on his clothes. He then looked up at the rain curtain outside and complained.

The crackling rain kept hitting the roof, not only leaking everywhere, but also making endless noises, making people feel bored.

When a sound of thunder was heard, a little girl cried loudly in fear. The woman seemed to feel sorry for her daughter, but she held it in her arms and kept comforting her.

A little old man found dry firewood in the corner of the wall, and started a fire in the driest hall of the Buddha statue. He also built a round stone wall to prevent the fire from spreading.

But the group of people quietly separated the two groups to work hard. The two groups had already happened to run here to shelter from the rain, and the rain caused them to have an intersection.

"Little brother, stop wasting that energy, sit over and cook the fire together!" A little old man who caught fire looked at the man who wrung his clothes and was about to find a place to make a fire, and he called out in a northern Gan accent.

The strong man sat over to roast the fire and grill the clothes, and asked in confusion: "I heard that your accent should be from northern Jiangxi? Why did he fall to this point?"

"Isn't this world a mess? Originally, we only had to pay land tax and some miscellaneous taxes to the court, so there was still a way out, but the court was levied and entrusted every year, so we didn't dare to plant this land.

It's gone!" The old man broke a piece of firewood, but he was very bitter.

The strong man heard this, but asked in confusion: "Don't everyone say that after Mr. Xu came to power, he cut a lot of miscellaneous taxes for our people? In order to sympathize with the people, even if the bandits in Yangjiao Mountain are rampant, Xu Ge

I also did not order a clearance, for fear of increasing our burden.”

"Although this move seems to be better, it has made people in Yangjiao Mountain suffer, and this is not what we people want to see! If Mr. Xu is really capable, then we should pay less taxes.

The court can also help us people eliminate bandits!" The old man threw a firewood into the fire, and a trace of longing appeared in the fire that was running.

Although he also knew that this was an unrealistic luxury, he did feel that the current prime minister Xu Jie was not good enough, and always felt that a truly good prime minister could take into account these two points.

The strong man was roasting clothes on the fire, but responded bitterly: "If I could pay less extra levies, my life would be better than in previous years, right?"

"Haha... what can I do if I cut it a little? Compared with Yan Song? In fact, it is not fifty steps and a hundred steps! Hai Qingtian said: The world is not yet stable? It is just before Song was prefecture. Although it is a little better than Yan Song's period.

, But this world is not as far as the time of Emperor Wen of Han? But it still has not given us a way of survival? Otherwise, how could we leave our hometown and find a way of survival?" The old man said bitterly, thinking about his situation.

The strong man heard the last sentence? He knew that these people must have been forced into a dead end by the imperial court's extravagance, otherwise he would not have left his hometown easily.

After feeling the other party's pain, he sighed helplessly. He said generously: "We have beaten two rabbits and I'll give you half later!"

"Then... I can't wait!" The old man's eyes lit up slightly, but he responded happily.

There are more than ten people here, and two rabbits naturally cannot fill their stomachs. But in this era, ordinary people cannot have enough meals every time? What's more, refugees who leave their hometowns.

The peeled rabbit was quickly placed on the fire. The old man took the initiative to take over the grilling work and asked at the same time: "You are rich in southern Jiangxi. Although the Yuanzhou Prefecture is next to northern Jiangxi, the fields are

That's right? Why do you want to leave your hometown?"

When he heard this, the people behind the strong man showed a bitter look.

The strong man sighed heavily? Then he looked up at the other party and said, "Yan Shifan Tongwu Tonglu was ordered to behead his head by the court, and the Yan Mansion was raided? You should know?"

"No one in the world knows this, but what does this... have to do with your leaving home?" The old man stopped the grilling action, but asked in confusion.

Yan Shifan was beheaded? Yan's mansion was confiscated? This is a good topic of discussion. However, the object involved was Yan's mansion, which was once looked up to by hundreds of millions of people, but it had nothing to do with ordinary people.

The strong man put the half-dry and unwet clothes on his knees and said bitterly: "This is the Yan family, but it has caused hundreds of families to be affected, and we are affected by the disaster."

The family!"

"How do you say this?" the old man raised his head slightly and asked in greater confusion.

The strong man put on his clothes and said seriously: "Because the Yan family's interest rate is low, many of us have borrowed loans from the Yan Mansion over the years, and each transaction has been established with a document! The court ordered the Yan Mansion to be searched, and it was also the Yan Mansion.

I copied a batch of IOUs worth more than 100,000 yuan, and we were going to pursue it. The imperial envoy who searched the house, Cheng Shoujie, was the disciple of Xu Jie, and the prefect of Yuanzhou, Li Yinshi, was also the disciple of Xu Jie. These two high-ranking and powerful adults were basically

There was no room for comfort, but we, the borrowers, had to pay back the money we owed. If it weren't for being so poor that we couldn't afford to lose money, who would have borrowed high profits from the Yan family? This time we were forced to do so,

It seemed that I could not drag it down anymore, and I had no choice but to sneak out!"

"Hey... you said we ended up with the fields we are today, who should blame for this?" The old man asked bitterly when he saw the other party's encounter.

The strong man also didn't know whether to blame Yan Song or Xu Jie, but turned his head and looked at the sky outside like night and said, "I blame this world!"

Boom...

As soon as the words fell, a lightning flashed outside on the big tree in front of the temple. Everyone looked at the big tree falling from the thick branches with lingering fear.

But what they didn't notice was that under the table in front of the gods and Buddhas, an old man with pale hair drilled out of his head, his hair was scattered in a mess, wearing a dirty and torn shirt, but his muddy eyes
Chapter completed!