Chapter 343 It's Not Worth It To Exchange A Good Life For A Bad Life
Lu Feng stood there, he was a little ashamed and his face was a little gloomy.
The old pawn who was still angry just now glanced at Lu Feng and seemed to notice something. He shook his head and said: "I have my own difficulties, so why should I write a letter? What if I just write it? Dafu Guangda, these brats are the most difficult to deal with.
, even if I have some connections in other places, I’m afraid I won’t end up on this Shuichuan Road.”
After the old soldier finished speaking, he exhaled a breath, quickened his pace alone, and walked along the official road.
Another young man in his twenties seemed to know the old pawn's temperament. He winked at the others and whispered: "Don't say any more. Lao Zhu's temperament goes straight to the sword. If we hadn't followed
, he still has a few visions in his heart, but he is afraid that he has already drawn his sword and killed the domineering master."
Lu Feng was slightly startled. He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, although he was taciturn, he had a temper in his heart and could not see many things.
But now that he has lost his limbs, it is as if his temperament as a disciple of the great mansion and as a martial arts monk has also been lost.
So he suddenly felt disgusted with himself, so he simply lowered his head and remained silent, following Lao Zhu not far away lonely.
"Death is the death of a conscript, merit is the merit of a general."
"In fact, in many cases there is no difference between recruiting people to die or not."
Lu Feng was thinking this.
As I walked forward in silence, I always thought of what happened in Taixuan Jing.
He thought of his father who was unwilling to return home in the Jokhang Temple, of his increasingly indifferent uncle, of his weak mother, and of the old lady who became increasingly confused as she aged.
Lu Qiong, the direct descendant of the Lu Mansion, has a kind heart, but there seems to be no Lu Mansion in her eyes, no desire for power, and she just wants to play.
The master of the big house is like a sculpture, and the Lu Mansion seems to be dispensable to him.
Only Lu Feng was born in the Lu family of Jiuhu, and he did have a deep attachment to the Lu family on Shili Changning Street. When he was still young, he was proud of his status as the eldest son of the second Lu family.
Because of this, he resolutely came to the border to strive for military glory.
He originally thought that he had practiced martial arts diligently, developed a body of energy, and developed a sharp sword technique, and he could use this to get ahead.
He did stand out and became a centurion. When he went out to detect the enemy, a sudden battle shattered all his hopes.
After escaping the fear of his life, he stayed in the army for two months, like a zombie all day long.
Later, the old Zhu just seemed to see something and said to him: "Everyone in the world has his own fate. Since you and I, the remnant soldiers, have suffered, don't worry too much, just worry about yourself.
The senior colonel comforted us and asked us to wait for the remnants to return home. I was old and weak, and there was no one at home.
If you are willing, you can come with me back to Shuichuan Road outside Pingan City and become a farmer. Unless Northern Qin really invades the Central Plains, a few acres of water town land should be able to support a few people."
After hearing these words, Lu Feng didn't have any understanding, he just nodded.
A man who loses his limbs and becomes a cripple will always receive a lot of looks at Taixuanjing, which seems prosperous and bustling, but is actually always looked at by the people around him.
When he went to the border, several of his peers from Changning Street were very puzzled. They once asked him why he didn't go to the Taixuan City Guards, Xuanyi Army, and Suxuan Army to gain qualifications and become a soldier in the future.
Colonel.
When Lu Feng heard these words, he just shook his head slightly.
How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan?
But now, his swan has fallen into the dust, its wings are broken, and it is difficult to fly again.
Even...he and Lao Zhu came to Shuichuan Road, but they were unable to help Lao Zhu get back the few acres of land that had been taken away.
"But I don't know... what's going on in the Lu family, is my mother well, is Xixiang well?"
Lu Feng thought of Xixiang and felt a little more melancholy in his eyes.
"Xixiang should have followed Lu Jing then. If he had become the youngest member of Duke Jing's family in Dafu, he would be much better off than he is now."
When Lu Feng thought of Lu Jing, he always wanted to let out a long sigh. In his heart, he felt resentful towards Mrs. Ning and Mrs. Zhong in the palace.
"If they hadn't felt sorry for Lu Jing, I would have asked Lu Jing for help when I left the Lu Mansion. With Lu Jing's temperament, he would not have refused me."
"Jing Guogong, the leader of the Three Great Fu Trials, a young man with swords and armor, a master of calligraphy and painting, and even the wind and rain brought life to countless people..."
Some of these things in the past had already reached Changhe Pass, while others were heard along the way after Lu Feng left Changhe Pass.
Occasionally in a trance, Lu Feng always felt that something was not real...
In the past one or two years, the taciturn scholar in green clothes turned away from his ordinary life and became a world-renowned nobleman.
But he himself was disabled for the rest of his life and did not even dare to return home.
Lu Feng was in a trance, hesitant, but fearful of the future, so he climbed the mountains and ridges with the other veterans.
They still had some silver in their hands. After crossing Shuichuan Road, they reached Sunan Road.
If we get the chance, we might be able to work together to buy a few acres of farmland on Sunan Road and end our lives.
The originally clear sky became a little dark.
These old soldiers, filled with resentment for the unfairness of the world, suffering from illnesses, and resentment that they could not cut down the master who had occupied Lao Zhu's land, climbed mountains and ridges, staggering all the way towards Sunan Road.
Dafu is vast, and the river road is also vast. If you want to enter Sunan Road, you have to walk for a long time.
In the evening, the setting sun gradually fades away.
That old Zhu was sitting under a rock. During his break, he pulled off a piece of cloth from his clothes to cover his empty eye sockets.
The reason is that just a quarter of an hour ago, an oxcart passed by. The children on the oxcart were so frightened that they cried when they saw Lao Zhu. Coupled with the hideous scars on Lao Zhu’s face, the children did not even dare to look at him.
.
Lao Zhu was not angry, but turned his head hastily and covered his face with his sleeves so as not to scare the children.
The bullock cart has left, and the child's cries have faded away.
Lao Zhu took advantage of the break to cover his eyes again.
Lu Feng looked at the old man who had been fighting all his life, gritted his teeth, and suddenly felt that the dignity, the cold looks from others, and the disappointment of his relatives were no longer important.
"I'll write a letter."
Lu Feng suddenly spoke, gritting his teeth and said: "I'm writing a letter. The master of Yeyang County in Ping'an City not only tried every means to transfer the property under the government's control, but even fabricated news of death to include people from Yeyang County who went to the border to join the army.
They must be registered in Judu and receive compensation from local taxes.
These pensions... I'm afraid they will also be divided up by the officials in the county government!"
Lao Zhu and the other veterans turned their heads suddenly when they heard Lu Feng's words.
"What, I'm on the county government roll and I've already died for the country?"
Lao Zhu suddenly jumped up and became angry.
Lu Feng nodded.
"Lu Feng, why didn't you say anything in front of the master?"
Next to Lao Zhu, the young soldier raised his eyebrows and cursed angrily: "Lao Zhu is your and my benefactor, and is willing to share the fertile land with you and me. Since you are literate and saw the clues, why didn't you tell me
?”
Lao Zhu was also burning with anger, the energy and blood in his body floated, making his skin turn red.
But it only takes a moment.
Lao Zhu seemed to understand.
He sighed and sat back down.
A middle-aged man on the side patted the impulsive young man on the shoulder.
"It would be a good thing if Lu Feng didn't say anything. If he did, I would be impulsive and take action against them while I'm in the county government..."
"We were licking blood at the border gates. We were killing the warriors of the Northern Qin Dynasty. We were beheading the barbarians who belonged to the Northern Qin Dynasty. We were just a few county warriors. Are we afraid of them?
At worst, we will die together with them!" The young man gasped.
Lao Zhu coughed slightly and looked at the young man: "Wang Xiaoshi, didn't you say that after you settle down in the south, you would go to Xihan City to pick up your wife and children so that they don't have to suffer from cold and hunger?
?
Your brother Zhou still has an old mother to support."
The young man who was originally very impulsive suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning and became dejected.
"After passing Nanshan, we will reach Jiaxian County. We can buy pen and paper for me to write letters."
Lu Feng spoke again, his throat trembling and his tone trembling slightly: "Since that field belongs to Lao Zhu, and since Lao Zhu did not die at the border, we cannot let those beasts do whatever they want."
Lao Zhu, young Wang Xiaoshi, and the other two old soldiers raised their heads at the same time, hope igniting in their eyes again.
Wang Xiaoshi asked tentatively: "Lu Feng, what was your identity before you came to the border?"
Lu Feng didn't answer, he just lowered his head and thought, as if he was trying to figure out how to word and form a sentence when writing a letter.
When Wang Xiaoshi saw that Lu Feng didn't answer, he didn't ask the question again, but asked again: "Who do you want to write to? If it is too small an official, he can't manage the Shuichuan Road..."
"Don't worry, I'll..." Lu Feng said casually, but suddenly paused.
His eyes widened and his breathing suddenly became rapid.
Who should he... write to?
For his father, the second master of the Lu family, Lu Chongshan? Lu Chongshan is eating fast and chanting Buddha in the Jokhang Temple. Who should Lu Chongshan, who has not interacted with anyone for more than ten years, look for help?
For his uncle Shenxiao Bo Lu Shenyuan who has a dull temperament?
Regardless of whether Lu Shenyuan is in Taixuan Jing or not, even if he is, will he be interested in opening his letter and taking a look at it?
To Mrs. Ning, Mrs. Zhong?
Will they go to great lengths to find property for a few unfamiliar veterans and punish the master? I am afraid that given their character, they will only inform Madam Zhu and send a team of people to take them back to Taixuanjing.
Who should he... write to?
Lu Feng became confused.
He suddenly discovered that his proud family background and identity had suddenly become so useless!
"The Lu family... is about to die."
Lu Feng's body was trembling slightly.
When the comrades on the side saw Lu Feng's reaction, they vaguely noticed something. No one asked any more questions, and no one blamed Lu Feng.
When Wang Xiaoshi saw Lu Feng trembling, he immediately took off his long clothes and put them on Lu Feng's body.
"Let's take a rest for now, we still have a long way to go."
Lao Zhu stopped mentioning the matter and sat back in the shadow.
Wang Xiaoshi went to find dry firewood to light a fire.
Lu Feng sat there blankly, his head hanging down.
After half an hour passed, Lu Feng suddenly raised his head, took the crutches, and propped himself up.
"I'm going to make it easier."
It was already dark at this time, and it was the wilderness again. Except for a bonfire that was too big to be lit, there was no light anymore.
Even though these old soldiers have Qi and blood cultivation, due to their severe injuries and the loss of Qi and blood, they cannot see clearly among the lush trees more than ten feet away.
Lu Feng went to a place for convenience and went into the woods and grass. He didn't come back for a long time.
The first person to realize something was wrong was Lao Zhu. Lu Feng hadn't returned for a long time. He originally thought that Lu Feng wanted to stay alone for a while, but he never thought that half an hour had passed and Lu Feng still hadn't returned.
Lao Zhu frowned and took out a piece of firewood from the bonfire and walked among the trees.
Not long after, he returned in a hurry.
"Lu Feng, you're not in the forest!"
Wang Xiaoshi and the other two middle-aged men stood up suddenly.
A middle-aged man seemed to realize something. He suddenly turned around and lowered his head to explore his own baggage.
"No wonder Lu Feng dropped his crutch when he passed by me. I just thought he was disappointed and didn't hold it firmly!"
"But the dagger I carried...is missing!"
Wang Xiaoshi and Lao Zhu looked at each other.
Lu Feng must have gone to Yeyang County, Ping'an City!
"Chase!"
"Although Lu Feng's cultivation is higher than ours, he still has broken arms and legs and can't walk fast.
If we go after him now, we can still catch up."
…
"If you think about it carefully, living on Shuichuan Road is just a matter of holding your breath, which doesn't mean much.
Go to Yeyang County and kill the master, it will be nothing more than a death, and it will just make Lao Zhu feel bad."
"No...it's not just Lao Zhu, there are also many people who sacrificed their lives for the country and whose fields were taken away by him and falsely received pensions."
Lu Feng's body was full of energy and blood, and the crutch in his hand gave birth to a phantom.
When the crutch is stretched out, it can often take root in the ground, causing Lu Feng's body to move several feet horizontally.
"Lao Zhu is my benefactor."
"Xiao Shi still has a wife and children, Brother Zhou still has an old mother to support, Brother Zheng has only lost his energy and blood, and his ears are deaf, but his hands and feet are still there, and he can still live well."
"It's just me, I have money at home, no worries... I just don't want to linger on my last breath!"
Lu Feng went all the way, with murderous intent in his heart, and just wanted to vent his anger for this unfair world.
He ran for a full hour, and the murderous thoughts in his heart made his eyes red. He bit the dagger tightly in his mouth, and his face was also red.
As expected, soon after, the county seat and the county government were in a state of tragedy.
In the tragedy, some people died without mercy and deserved their punishment, while others had to lose a good life in vain.
"Exchanging lives for lives, why do that?"
Just as Lu Feng was driving with all his strength, when he passed by a valley, a voice suddenly came to his ears.
Lu Feng looked up and saw a soldier wearing black armor with a square face standing on the mountain looking at him.
The strong pressure flowing from the soldier made Lu Feng feel like he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders, slowing down his speed.
"Who are you?" He spit out the dagger in his mouth, held the crutch with his arm, and caught the dagger.
"Exchanging a good life for a bad life is a losing business." The soldier did not answer Lu Feng's inquiry.
Lu Feng didn't know how the soldier knew his purpose, but he didn't give up the idea in his mind: "That evil fate has many evil fates to help it. If I kill one, I will naturally lose money, but if I kill five, ten
, twenty, that’s what I earned.”
The black-armored soldier shook his head: "There are some small-powerful people in this world who have more bad lives than good ones.
Even if one good life is exchanged for twenty bad lives, it will be a loss."
Lu Feng said: "It's just a scrap of life, not worth much."
"It's not worth anything to you."
The soldier said: "You think you have nothing to worry about, but your mother is still waiting for your return in the Lu Mansion. If you die, who will carry your mother's coffin a hundred years from now?"
There must be people in the Lu family who care about you, and if you die like this, what will happen to those people?"
When Lu Feng heard this, his body froze.
Suddenly there was a roar in the distance.
A burst of smoke filled the air...
At this time, Lao Zhu, Wang Xiaoshi, and the other two old soldiers also dared to come to the valley, and saw an astonishing scene.
But I saw hundreds of black armored men galloping over on hundreds of black tigers.
The leader was holding a head in his hand.
The head's eyes were closed tightly, and blood was flowing all over the face...
It was the Yeyang County Master who took away Lao Zhu’s land and pension!