The Nameless of the Common Clans

Chen Mo's business was done, but the village head and his people's business was not yet done. Compared with Chen Mo, the village head and his people not only had to sell the furs they brought, but also had to buy a lot of things. Money was not very useful in the countryside. In addition to salt, cloth, and some equipment and other necessities of life, they were basically self-sufficient. Even if there was a demand, as long as it was not a disaster year, neighbors could exchange and make up for it.

Of course, the premise is to have a good year. If there was a disaster year, it would be a disaster for ordinary people like them.

Chen Mo had only heard of these truths. He had not experienced a real disaster year. He had only heard of the horror of disaster years, but had never seen them. Although he envied the prosperity of the county town, if he had to choose, he would still prefer to stay in his small place, at least he had fields to plant, and he felt at ease.

At noon, the two of them had a meal at an inn on West Street, which cost thirty coins. Chen Mo felt that Uncle Wang had saved his life, so he should treat himself to this meal anyway, and settled the bill with some heartache.

Thirty coins, if put in the village, according to the current price, is enough for the mother and son to eat for three days, but now there is only one meal. Chen Mo silently swore in his heart that he would never come to the posthouse to eat again in this life.

Uncle Wang did not stop him, especially seeing Chen Mo's face full of pain but still insisting on paying the bill, it was a little funny, and there was some inexplicable emotion. A sensible child is easy to get good impressions.

It's a pity that he was born in the wrong family. If this child could be born in a rich family, maybe he could do something in the future?

"Ergou." Seeing Chen Mo sitting back and drinking water silently, Uncle Wang suddenly asked: "Have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future?"

"In the future?" Chen Mo thought for a while and said: "After the autumn harvest this year, I want to buy a few more acres of land, hire two tenants, raise some chickens, and then..."

"I said in the future, when you grow up a little more." Uncle Wang smiled and shook his head.

Although Uncle Wang looks rough, his smile makes people feel at ease inexplicably.

"In the future?" Chen Mo was a little confused. In his cognition, the future... maybe it will not be much different from now. At most, he will buy more land. In this life, if he can buy a hundred acres of good land, Chen Mo feels that his life will be very powerful, but there will always be some regrets.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Mo suddenly said: "I want to study."

Uncle Wang was silent when he heard this. Studying is too luxurious for people of their background. In this era, as long as you can read, even if you can't be an official, you can live well as an official in the government office, a three elders or a village head. If you have that luck and become a county magistrate, then for people like them, it is definitely the blessing of the ancestors, and they dare not even think about it.

The most important thing is that they have such a background that they can't touch books at all, and even if you are given a book, you still need someone to teach you?

Scholars are upper-class people, and you can't hire them with money. Moreover, scholars attach great importance to family background. What can ordinary people do to let others teach them? The reputation of a dung man?

Uncle Wang looked at Chen Mo's glowing eyes, and felt a little blocked in his heart. For people like them, they may never have the chance to study in their lives.

"Is it difficult?" Chen Mo couldn't help asking when he saw Uncle Wang didn't speak.

It's not just difficult, it's basically impossible.

Uncle Wang smiled bitterly and nodded. He didn't know how to tell the child. Seeing that Chen Mo was still asking, he quickly changed the subject and said, "Then why do you want to practice martial arts?"

Chen Mo scratched his head. He didn't know how to explain the existence of gods. He would learn things quickly: "I thought studying would be difficult, but if I could practice martial arts and make contributions to the country in the future, it might be easier."

This is a way, but it is also bumpy.

Uncle Wang nodded upon hearing this. He did not want to discourage Chen Mo's enthusiasm, so he asked, "So, you are going to join the army? This road is not easy to take."

In Uncle Wang's opinion, this road is actually hopeless. Not to mention that the conscription of the Han Dynasty is very strict now, even if he joins the army, how many of the Han Dynasty's 100,000 troops can really stand out in the end?

"I haven't thought about it yet. I have to ask my mother's opinion, but there is no rush. I asked my grandfather. Now the Han Dynasty recruits soldiers at the age of thirteen, and there are still four years." Chen Mo smiled.

That's right.

Uncle Wang nodded and said nothing more. In his opinion, this may be a child's momentary impulse. When he is older, the pressure of survival may make him see the reality and eliminate these unrealistic fantasies. He will honestly farm and manage for a lifetime, buy some land for the next generation, and after three generations, he may have the opportunity to study.

At the end of the hour of Wei, the village head brought Uncle Cai and the other four people back with a donkey cart. Chen Mo was still a child after all. All the previous boredom was swept away and he greeted them happily.

There seemed to be more things in the donkey cart than when he came.

"Is everything done?" The village head touched Chen Mo's head.

"Well, thanks to Uncle Wang." Chen Mo actually wanted to talk about the previous things. He thought Uncle Wang was very handsome at that time, but Uncle Wang didn't let him say it, although he didn't know why.

"That's good." The village head nodded and asked everyone to drive the donkey cart out of the city.

On the way home, Chen Mo felt that everyone's spirit was a little tense, not as relaxed as when he came, which made Chen Mo very confused, but why, in such an atmosphere, Chen Mo didn't dare to speak, it felt like the sky would fall down if he opened his mouth.

"Uncle Wang, did you take the wrong road?" Chen Mo approached Uncle Wang and poked him. He remembered the road and would not go around the mountain.

"Yes, there are still some things to do." Uncle Wang shook his head and whispered: "No matter what happens later, don't make a sound, just watch."

"Oh~" Chen Mo nodded a little confusedly, feeling that Uncle Wang meant that something would happen later?

Xia Qiu is close to the Huai River, with many waterways and few mountains, but there are still some. They met a group of people on the road. There were only four of them, but each of them was very fierce, and gave Chen Mo the feeling that it was very much like the dog in the village head's house when he was not familiar with him, and it seemed that he didn't know Uncle Wang and Zheng Tu before.

"Have you brought the things?" A dark-skinned man glanced at Chen Mo and said, "Why bring a child?"

"It just so happens that he is coming here too. This child is sensible. Maybe he will take this road in the future." The village head looked around and then waved to Uncle Cai.

Uncle Cai and three other militiamen unloaded several bags from the car and handed them to the other party.

"Everything is here, take a look."

The two sides seemed to be trading. Chen Mo didn't understand why they didn't go to the city. He secretly took a few glances. There were not only meat and salt in the bags, but also a few knives.

Until the transaction was completed and they left, Chen Mo clearly felt that everyone was relieved, and the atmosphere was not as depressing as at the beginning. Only then did he approach Uncle Wang and quietly asked: "Uncle Wang, who are those people?"

Uncle Wang was silent for a long time before he spoke: "Bandits! Don't tell your mother about this, otherwise you won't be able to come out with us in the future."

These two words made Chen Mo's head feel confused all the way. He still felt his legs shaking when he returned to the village...