Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 215 Wild People
The official road from Nanzheng went down, and it went straight to the intersection leading to the camp. A small house was built with bricks and tiles.

"The two elder brothers invited."

He Laoliu was wearing a tattered silk robe, he didn't know whether he was frozen or frightened, trembling all over, standing at the door of the small house, bowed his head to face Lu Laozu and Lu Laozu who were warming up inside. Another veteran received a gift.

"This old man, what's the matter?"

Lu Laozu reached out to put on the sheepskin hat on the side, and then put on the woolen blanket, then walked out of the room and asked a question.

Although it was a cold day, but the whole body was covered with good things made by the master's family, plus hiding in the house to warm up, it actually felt a little stuffy. When I went out, what I felt was not the cold, but the cold. It's cool.

He Laoliu on the opposite side was fighting up and down with his teeth chattering from the cold, swallowed hard, and asked, "The wild people dare not call me brother, my surname is He, and everyone calls me He Laoliu. I came here this time just to ask, but I don't know where the nobleman lives here?"

Lu Laozu glanced up and down at He Laoliu with a smile on his face, and the scar on his face squirmed a few times, "This old man, you can also inquire about the nobleman's affairs? Do you want to die? If nothing happens , let’s go quickly.”

He Laoliu heard this, with a miserable smile on his face, "I can't live anymore anyway, what's the difference between freezing to death and being killed by a nobleman? Please tell me, who is the nobleman? Citizens, if you die, you will understand.”

Old soldier Lu put his hand on the knife at his waist, and said slowly, "Since you know you are a savage, you should know not to talk nonsense, otherwise you will be killed, which is probably easier than killing a chicken."

At that time, there were people in the village who didn't want their children to come to Hanzhong with the master's family. Old Lu didn't even want to let those people own the new house where his own people lived. How could he endure others speaking ill of the master's family in front of him?

Seeing murderous intent in his eyes, he drew out the knife with a "clang", and put it on He Laoliu's neck, "Say, who ordered you to slander the reputation of the master?"

"My brother also said that the lives and deaths of wild people are no better than a chicken, so how can you slander them?"

The smile on He Laoliu's face became more and more miserable.

"Then you savages were frozen to death, what does it have to do with the master's family? This is not chatter, what is it?"

Unmoved by the pity of the person in front of him, Lu Laozu asked coldly.

He Laoliu chuckled, "The poor are no match for the nobles in the winter, let alone wild people wandering around? What Xiaolao wears is made up of more than a hundred people."

As he said, there was a trace of grief and anger in his eyes, "In the past winters, I always hoped to hide in the collected straw piles and gritted my teeth to survive. Just like this, many people still freeze to death every year."

"I never thought that before the winter this year, those straws were forcibly taken away by the officials, and finally they were sent here. Brother, you don't know, the straws that were taken away were not straws, but straws. Fate!"

In He Laoliu's eyes, muddy tears finally fell down, flowing down that old bark-like face.

"Oh, so you came for the straw?"

Hearing this, Lu Laozu's expression remained unchanged, and he even exerted a little force on the hand holding the knife, and the blade pressed He Laoliu's neck.

"How the officials collect the straw has nothing to do with my family. If you want to find it, go to the government in the city. What are you doing here?"

"If the wild people dare to go to the government, are they still called wild people?"

He Laoliu only felt that blood was oozing from his neck, and he sighed in his heart. It's nothing if he died, but there are more than a hundred people behind him, and he doesn't know if he is dead. Will they dare to come to this nobleman again? ?
"Oh? According to what you mean, if you don't dare to go to the government, you dare to come to the master's house?"

Lu Laozu sneered, his face became even more ferocious, and he was about to kill him.

With a sound of "plop", He Laoliu knelt down and cried bitterly, "Don't dare to hide it from my brother, these years, this place has been you killing me and I will kill you, and everyone says that they are the real government. , The grain grown was given to this family, and the other family came to harvest it, and I was starved to death instead."

He Laoliu wiped away his tears and continued, "Everyone who has a male in the family has been taken away. How many families have died like this! We are all leftovers from death. I'm really afraid Yes, I'm really scared!"

Old soldier Lu was silent. Speaking of it, he was just an old soldier who could not read big words. He didn't understand the basic principles, but he came down from the battlefield and had seen countless tragedies caused by the chaos of war.

So what He Laoliu said in front of him, he knew it was true, but so what?In today's world, where is it not like this?
"This winter, the straw was collected by the officials, and the wild folks saw it all, and sent it here, and they didn't dare to make any demands on the nobles. After all, they are all low lives, and they will die if they die. died, but as time passed, he became more and more unwilling."

He Laoliu pointed to the other side of the camp, "Looking over there, the barbarian eats two meals a day, no matter how much he eats. We knew that this noble man is rare, and there was something wrong in his heart thought."

"My lord's family is naturally a rare and noble person, but don't tell me you have any bad thoughts when you see my lord's family being so kind?"

Lu Laozu put the knife back, but he didn't put it back into the sheath. As long as He Laoliu in front of him dared to move around, he can guarantee that if he cuts down, there will be a scar the size of a bowl.

He Laoliu didn't dare to stand up, but just raised his head, "There are all generals and soldiers around here, the person who wants to live here must be a great nobleman, how dare he have bad thoughts?"

"It's just that the little old man often hears the sound of organic looms in the house over there every day, and sees a bearded woman coming in and out every day. I think the nobleman is calling that bearded woman weaver."

"You old man, you know how to think."

Lu Laozu did not refute, and acquiesced to this statement.

After He Laoliu heard this, there was a look of excitement and longing on his face.

"Brother, the barbarian herding cattle and sheep is nothing to say. But when it comes to weaving and farming, they are extremely stupid. How can they compare with the Han people? Since the nobleman uses barbarians to weave, it means that his men must be short of manpower. , why not find some Han women?"

"You put it lightly," Old Man Lu pouted, and said, "You don't want to be the head of the house, but now in Hanzhong, where can you find so many Han women?"

"Brother, I don't dare to ask how many Han women the nobleman wants, but in fact, there are thirty or forty women around here, and you can still find them."

Hearing this, old soldier Lu immediately showed great interest, squatted down, and asked eagerly, "Where is it?"

He Laoliu pointed behind him, "I don't dare to hide the truth from my brother. There are more than a hundred wild people in the vicinity, and there are three to forty women. Before the great chaos in Hanzhong, they were considered the subjects of the big Han. If the nobles lack Manpower, these women, presumably are better than that beard girl..."

(End of this chapter)