The Nameless of the Common Clans

Looking at the information about stick techniques in the information given by the immortal, Chen Mo slowly knelt down to the empty scene in front of him. This time, he was extremely pious.

I want to become stronger, I don't want to be bullied like this anymore, I don't want to make my mother cry anymore, I don't want... I don't want!

Chen Mo slowly knelt down to the empty scene: "If you can hear my voice, please protect my mother, I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life!"

The immortal in the void did not respond at all. After Chen Mo worshipped, he disconnected the contact, lay quietly on his bed, and soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Chen Mo had just finished learning the Analects with his mother, and saw that the Taiping Sect people had pulled carts to collect grain from each household. The surplus grain of the Chen family had been taken to the city by Chen Mo to sell. Although there was grain, it was the rations for the mother and son before the autumn harvest. If they were given, they would have nothing to eat, so Chen's mother prepared to use two hundred coins to compensate.

"Ahhh~" Heizi suddenly yelled at the door, followed by several people pushing the door open.

"We're at your house!" It was the sharp-nosed monkey-faced man who came over again. Seeing Chen Mo, his face became a little mean, and he said with a smile: "One stone of grain, bring it quickly."

"My family doesn't have enough surplus grain, can you use this money to make up for it?" Chen's mother took two steps forward and took out the prepared money.

"Who cares about you, we want grain!" After seeing Chen's mother's appearance clearly, the sharp-nosed monkey-faced man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he reached out to touch Chen's mother's hand, but Chen's mother dodged him, and said angrily.

Chen Mo didn't say anything, but just silently picked up the hatchet from the doghouse.

"Little ghost, what do you want to do!?" The sharp-nosed monkey-faced man was frightened by Chen Mo's posture. Although Chen Mo was young, he didn't want to get hurt if he had a knife in his hand.

"There is no food, only money. To ask for food is to ask for life. You have to exchange your life!" Chen Mo looked at the sharp-nosed monkey-faced man, and his clear eyes were full of ferocity. He felt that the sharp-nosed monkey-faced man was here to make things difficult for them. Although he was young, he had been carrying the family alone since he was a child. He knew more than ordinary children. When he met such a person, he would only suffer more if he was tolerant. He must show his strength, otherwise there would be more trouble.

If an orphan and a widow want to avoid being bullied, they must be ruthless when they encounter difficulties.

"You are looking for death!" The sharp-nosed monkey-faced man was furious when he saw this, but he was afraid of the hatchet in Chen Mo's hand. He looked around and wanted to pick up a stick.

"Fenlang, what's the matter?" Outside the fence, Uncle Zhang saw that the atmosphere here was not right, and hurried home to carry a rake. Dalang, who lived next door, also carried a shoulder pole and looked at these people with unfriendly eyes.

It's not the imperial court. The act of forcibly collecting taxes has already made people very dissatisfied. Now you want to bully people here, that's not okay. These days, if you, an outsider, go to someone's hometown to bully people, the government office won't care even if you are beaten to death.

"Don't make trouble!" The Taoist on the side kicked the sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, and took the money handed over by Chen's mother with a smile and said, "This kid had some misunderstandings with my brother yesterday. It's okay. Money and food are all for supporting my sect. It's all out of my heart. Thank you."

"Mo'er, don't be impulsive!" Chen's mother was shocked when she found that Chen Mo was holding a hatchet, and hurriedly said.

Chen Mo put down the hatchet and nodded to Chen's mother, saying, "Don't worry, mother. This kind of person bullies the weak and fears the strong. If we are weak, he will think we are easy to bully. If we do this, he will not dare to bully us casually."

"Ergou is right!" Dalang, who was lying on the fence, laughed heartlessly: "Yesterday, that monkey-faced man was staring at the passing nuns at the gate. He doesn't look like a good person. Now he is so domineering when asking for money and food. We have to teach him a lesson."

"You are the only one who talks too much." Uncle Wu next door put down the stick in his hand, slapped his son and said, "Learn more from Fenlang. Look at him. He is two years younger than you."

"I know, Dad~" Dalang threw the shoulder pole on the ground with a sad face.

"Thank you!" Chen Mo waved to Dalang, put on his backpack, and said to his mother, "Mom, I'm leaving first."

"Together!" Dalang also hurried out with the backpack.

"Aren't they preaching today?" Chen Mo looked at Dalang and asked in confusion.

"What are you talking about? They left after collecting the grain. I have figured out that these people are not gods at all." Dalang spat and said, "I originally thought there was some magic trick from the gods, but after two days of talking, there was no benefit. Instead, they came to collect grain. This is their intention. How can those people be gods? I heard that they came to collect after the autumn harvest. They are more cruel than those tax collectors. Life will be difficult again this year~"

Chen Mo's hand holding the hoe tightened unconsciously: "Still collecting? We can't live anymore?"

"The government office doesn't care, what can we do? We can only accept our fate." Dalang lamented.

Chen Mo didn't want to accept his fate. He felt that he was different from others. There was a god living in his head, so he didn't want to accept his fate. He wanted to live a better life, but the gods didn't seem to help him much. Until now, Chen Mo didn't know what the fate and luck were for. But after losing a little luck that day, he was unlucky all the time, which made people very upset.

But these are not important. With the gifts given to him by the gods now, as long as he is willing to work hard, he will definitely be able to do it in the future.

He really wanted to talk about these things with someone, and he had told others about them, but he was treated as a madman. It seemed that in the legend, there were no gods that appeared in such a form. Of course, it might also be that he did not know enough. After all, if he counted carefully, he knew less than a hundred words. Perhaps he could read more books in the future, and maybe he could find some clues.

"If the government doesn't care, then the court won't care either?" Chen Mo couldn't help asking, as he always felt that the court should care.

"I don't know." Dalang shook his head blankly, and suddenly looked at Chen Mo and said, "Ergou, where do you think the court is?"

Chen Mo didn't know, but he felt that he was smarter than Dalang and should know more. He thought for a while and said, "Since he is the emperor, he must be in heaven."

"Heaven?" Dalang was surprised and said, "Then how do we get there?"

"Who knows." Chen Mo shook his head. He had only been to Xia Qiu twice. The court was too far away for him, but there must be a way.

"I say, you can help me make manure for my land." Dalang suddenly hooked Chen Mo's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Then you help me to plough the land. It's very troublesome to make manure." Chen Mo did not refuse directly this time. Uncle Wang and his mother had said something about this. Don't be so calculating among neighbors, otherwise no one will help you when you are in trouble in the future. Today, he had a conflict with the Taiping Sect. Everyone stood up at once, which touched Chen Mo a lot, so he decided to change to a way that everyone could accept more easily, to help him work and make manure for them.

"Okay, no problem, I'll let my father go to plough the land, I'll go to your family's field to help, and you come to help my family make manure." Dalang patted his chest and then said: "But you can't play tricks on me, if you burn the crops, you have to pay for it."

"Don't worry, I've been doing it for more than two years, it's okay." Chen Mo is still very confident about this.