My clone is on the other side of the starry sky

In the early morning, the area around the prefect's mansion was already crowded with people who had been driven here overnight.

Not knowing what these rebels from the Guiyi Sect were planning to do, a group of common people looked around with some panic at the rebels holding weapons and guarding the surroundings like statues.

There are actually not many people guarding here. Lu Xuan left a team of 100 people here to stabilize order. Although they are fierce, they are much weaker than the number of people at the scene. If a riot breaks out, there will not be enough people to watch.

But the rows of figures kneeling in front of the gate of the prefect's mansion and the rows of figures covered by black cloth made people stay silent.

As a native of Shangyang County, the prefect had seen Zhou Ji kneeling here, which was a shock in itself. At the same time, everyone was also curious about what these rebels were going to do.

In addition, although these rebels spoke harshly and beat and scolded, they did not kill anyone, which made everyone feel much calmer. Seeing more and more people around being driven away, everyone began to feel at ease inexplicably.

Hundreds of donkey carts filled with military rations slowly drove towards this direction with the first ray of sunshine, making the already congested avenue even more crowded.

"Just leave it here and let people untie the ropes. Don't worry about it." Lu Xuan motioned for everyone to untie the ropes, and he walked straight to the gate of the prefect's mansion.

Although the people around him didn't know Lu Xuan, the cold murderous aura on his body and the respectful attitude of the rebels around him made people know that he was a big shot in the rebel army, and they subconsciously moved out of the way.

All the way to the gate of the prefect's mansion, Lu Xuan looked at Zhou Ji who was about to faint, and said with a smile: "Master Zhou, you will sleep for a long time in the future, please hold on a little longer."

Zhou Jiben was seriously injured. He knelt here all night without dripping water. He looked almost like his son.

Seeing Lu Xuan coming over at this moment, Zhou Ji showed a look of pleading on his face: "Lu Dutong, I can give you whatever you want. I just ask you to spare the lives of my family members."

"I just want what you can give me now." Lu Xuan patted his shoulder, turned to look at the crowd, his anger sank in his Dantian, and spoke with true energy: "Dear elders, let me introduce myself first. I am Lu Xuan, This is the first time in this life that a Sanyang man has traveled far away. He is a rebel, everyone should be able to tell."

His voice was driven by true energy, and even the outermost people could hear it.

It was probably the first time I heard such a straightforward statement, and everyone's attention was attracted.

"I think everyone has seen the Guanyi Church. It was very popular a few years ago, but now it's reversed. I think everyone has heard of the reason. I won't waste time here today. I'll just talk about why I want to be this person." Rebellious thief.”

"My father is a farmer, the most ordinary kind. Most of you here may have a better life than him. He has basically no other experience in his life except farming to support his family."

"For such an honest and honest man, who poses no harm to the imperial court, why did his son not only become a rebel, but also broke into the county today and trampled on the superior governor under his feet?"

Everyone's attention was gradually attracted by Lu Xuan's words. In everyone's minds, Lu Xuan conquered the county with 800 people. It must be a natural phenomenon and an extraordinary background. However, no one expected that his background was so ordinary. Everyone was curious. What kind of fate could turn an ordinary person like Lu Xuan from a farmer into the villain he is now?

"It's too early, I don't remember it. I just remember that when I was four years old, the court wanted to build a monument to Hongru and raised taxes. Everyone should know this. Not only did this tax happen that year, there was also a rebellion by the Western Barbarians in Huangzhou. , we go to the north to go to war with the state of Kang, and we have to pay more than half of the food for a year, I really can’t survive.”

"But even so, I didn't rebel. Of course, I couldn't. Even a four-year-old child can't rebel."

Someone around him laughed out loud, but stopped quickly, but his impression of Lu Xuan was a little better.

"That winter, in order to support our family, my father went out to work as a day laborer. I don't know if you still remember. It snowed several times in a row that winter. It was very windy and snowy that day, but he had to support the family. I went out early in the morning and never came back. I was still young at that time, and I just thought that as usual, my father would come back with food for me and my mother to eat, but he never came back. At that time, I still thought, Dad must have eaten it by himself."

Lu Xuan's voice seemed to have a special magic power, which gradually made people feel the same.

Perhaps, I really feel the same way. After all, who is not suffering in these days?

Most of Lu Xuan's experiences were similar. In addition, Lu Xuan's eloquence was good. He made the originally plain story become particularly moving through the change of tone, which resonated with many people.

Many people probably guessed what happened next. Their chests seemed to be blocked, and some sentimental women even had red eyes.

"It wasn't until a few days later that I was about to starve to death, but I saw the villagers carrying my father's body back. I was still young at that time and didn't understand life and death. I just thought that my father was asleep. It wasn't until a long time later that my father came back. The moment he was buried, I had a vague feeling that he might never come back."

Low sobs came from the crowd, not necessarily because they were moved by Lu Xuan, but because they thought of their deceased relatives or similar experiences.

"There is no man in the family and I am young. My mother did small jobs for others and kept me hungry and well-fed until I was eight years old." Lu Xuan couldn't help but think of the kind figure many years ago, and there was something about it in his mind. Jealous.

He took a deep breath and said: "Actually, my mother is not bad looking. You can roughly know by looking at my appearance. If we give up some moral bottom lines, our mother and son may be able to live a better life."

It sounded like a joke, but few people at the scene could laugh. How many women in brothels were forced into prostitution by life?

It’s really to the point where I can’t live anymore, my morals are bullshit.

"But my mother is stubborn. She told me that people can be poor, but they must have dignity and a bottom line!"

The image of a woman who is poor but very moral is formed in everyone's mind. Such a woman cannot be disrespected.

"She didn't break her promise. When I was eight years old, she was also exhausted. At that time, I already understood life and death, so I didn't cry. It's not that I'm cold-blooded, or that I don't miss my mother. It's just that life was so hard that I no longer had the strength to cry. ”

"Since then, I have become a beggar. I have no choice but to feed myself with an eight-year-old child. I have to rely on charity from kind-hearted people." Lu Xuan said with a smile: "Of course, my mother has a profound influence on me, no matter how hard it is. , I have never done anything like stealing, so I slowly found my way around the market, started running errands for people, and earned some hard-earned money. Later, when I had some savings, I started doing some reselling work, and my life seemed to be getting better. ”

Following Lu Xuan's voice, everyone's mood gradually became brighter. Everything seemed to be developing in a good direction, and a child with good conduct grew up in the market.

"As expected, something unexpected happened. I probably made some small money and was worried about it. First, a yamen clerk came to collect the money. I was young at that time and accepted death. I had already paid taxes, so why should I pay more? money."

Many people present sighed and felt the same. Maybe this child had suffered a lot.

"The poor man saw that I was young, so he didn't do anything difficult for me. He was just beaten by the green men in the city the next day, and then he was imprisoned for a month before being released. After all the hard work, he saved a lot of money. All my family fortune is gone, you guys say, should I rebel?"