The Nameless of the Common Clans

"I'm afraid I can't teach you archery today." After returning to Uncle Wang's house and looking at Chen Mo, Uncle Wang finally spoke.

"It's okay." Chen Mo shook his head quickly, and then reacted, helped Uncle Wang boil water, made the bed, thought about it, and chopped the firewood in the yard.

"Uncle Wang, what happened?" Chen Mo couldn't help but ask while working.

"We met bandits." Uncle Wang sighed, then frowned and said: "I don't know why recently, a large number of people came from Yangzhou, and many villages suffered disasters. I have told the head of the village that we have to build a wall here. If bandits really come, the fence will not work."

"Are those people bandits?" Chen Mo asked puzzled.

"It shouldn't count over there, but here, they are no different from bandits." Uncle Wang sighed and said, "Like locusts, now the counties in the south have ordered the townships and villages to gather militia for self-defense, and it will be soon here."

Why it doesn't count over there but counts here? Chen Mo didn't understand, but he was obviously more interested in the matter of the townships gathering militia: "Uncle Wang, if we gather militia here, can I also do it?"

"No, you are too young, and the conscription of the Han Dynasty requires thirteen years old to apply for conscription." Uncle Wang glared at Chen Mo and said, "Don't think about it, if there is a real war, no one can take care of you."

"Uncle Wang, my stick skills are not bad!" Chen Mo said anxiously with his chest straightened. He has been practicing diligently every day these days, and his stick skills have been upgraded to level 3. Although he doesn't know what that level means, he has understood the 3 at the end. The larger the number, the more powerful it is. Moreover, when it was upgraded to level 3, he also received a lot of teachings from the gods, and had a clearer understanding of stick skills. He thought it should be good.

"Fighting is not about competing with you in stick skills. Having high martial arts skills does not necessarily mean you can survive on the battlefield." Uncle Wang looked at Chen Mo helplessly. It would be great if the war was as simple as this kid thought.

Chen Mo didn't understand, and gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Wang, I can learn."

"Do what you should do. If there are bandits coming, there will be people to deal with it. It's not your turn yet." Uncle Wang rubbed Chen Mo's little head.

Chen Mo wanted to prove his ability, so he didn't leave. He picked up a stick in the yard and started practicing, hoping to attract Uncle Wang's attention and change his mind.

This kid's stick skills are indeed similar.

Uncle Wang looked at Chen Mo in surprise. In such a short time, he can use all the moves of stick skills in a coherent manner. It's really good, but... that's all. It's a bit ridiculous to go to the battlefield.

Seeing that Chen Mo was practicing hard, Uncle Wang didn't interrupt him. He went to bandage his wounds and prepare dinner.

Chen Mo kept practicing until he was out of breath and exhausted, and Uncle Wang didn't seem to change his mind, which made Chen Mo very frustrated and he could only drag the stick home.

"Er Gou!" Uncle Wang called Chen Mo.

"Hey~" Chen Mo, who was originally weak, was shocked when he heard the words, and immediately turned his head and looked at Uncle Wang expectantly.

"Put down the stick!" Uncle Wang automatically ignored Chen Mo's expectant eyes and said indifferently.

"Oh~" Chen Mo heard the words and knew that Uncle Wang would not change his mind, so he could only put down the stick and leave in a depressed mood.

On the way back, passing by Uncle Cai's house, the crowd had dispersed a lot. Aunt Cai was crying while holding Ah Dai. Chen Mo's originally depressed mood became even more depressed. He returned home silently all the way. After eating breakfast, he carried his backpack and hoe and walked out. Somehow, he seemed to have suddenly lost motivation for farming and making manure.

"Brother Ergou, why do people die?" Aduo pinched his nose and grinded the dry manure while looking at Chen Mo.

"Why?" Chen Mo looked at Aduo in confusion: "Are you talking about Uncle Cai?"

"Yeah, he was fine, and suddenly he was gone." Aduo said a little frustrated: "Adai didn't come today."

"People will die anyway, sooner or later." Chen Mo suddenly felt a little irritated. Doesn't this mean that he will die sooner or later? When he thought of this, Chen Mo was a little scared.

"Since everyone will die, then why do we come to this world?" Aduo pouted, and he was also irritated like Chen Mo.

This question was too profound for a group of children aged seven to ten. Chen Mo didn't know why. He also wanted to ask this question. He scratched his head and said, "How can there be so many whys? No matter what, it will take decades for us to get our turn. What's the point of thinking about this now? Work!"

"Oh~" Aduo nodded gloomily, obviously still unable to let go of this question.

During the day, until the evening, the atmosphere of the group of children was a little depressed, including Chen Mo. They were all worried that one day in the future, they would suddenly die like Uncle Cai.

In the evening, Chen Mo, who had finished his work, returned home with his small backpack. Outside the yard, Heizi, who was lying on the ground and letting the chicks peck at his back, moved his ears, then got up from the ground, happily greeted Chen Mo, and ran around Chen Mo happily with his four paws.

If it were the past, Chen Mo would play with Heizi for a while, but today, he was not in the mood. He returned to the room with a sullen face. His mother had already prepared the meal. Seeing Chen Mo's gloomy face, she asked in confusion: "Mo'er, what's wrong?"

"Mom~" Chen Mo put down the backpack, hesitated for a moment and said: "Are we all going to die in the future?"

"Why do you ask this suddenly?" Chen's mother didn't understand why Chen Mo suddenly asked such a question.

"Uncle Wang came back today with Uncle Cai's body. Everyone is watching. Auntie is crying..." Chen Mo looked at his mother and said with a mournful face: "I suddenly thought that even if this accident hadn't happened, people would still die in the end. Why is this?"

Mother Chen was stunned for a moment, then sat down and pulled Chen Mo beside her, smiling and saying: "Birth, old age, illness and death are the laws of heaven. No one can transcend them, just like flowers and plants withered and flourishing."

Chen Mo frowned when he heard this and said: "Then we are going to die eventually in this world. Since we are going to die eventually, why do we have to live?"

Mother Chen had a headache. She thought for a while and said, "Everyone's life has different practical meanings. Why you have to give birth? This needs to be explored by you."

"What about you, mother?" Chen Mo looked at his mother and asked.

"My mother was just as ignorant as you when she was young, but after she married your father, she had to take care of the housework for your father so that he wouldn't have to worry about trivial matters at home. And then after she had you, she had to take good care of you. Watching my son grow up little by little, getting a wife and having children is probably what a mother means."

Chen Mo still didn't quite understand. He kept thinking about these problems in his little head and couldn't let go. After hastily eating, he went back to his room to rest. This night, he didn't sleep well. For the first time in his little head, he was thinking about his future. People are born with trouble.