The civil strife among the Yue people started again, and several families were inextricably killed in the rainy season when troops were never raised. They seemed to have forgotten that if they continued to fight, both sides would lose. However, they still fought fiercely, and they wanted to kill each other in one breath.
Thus becoming the king of the entire Lingnan.
The more people they killed, the more ruthlessly they killed, the happier Su Ren was. The more ruthlessly they killed, the more people died, and even those who survived began to look for a way out. It was impossible to go west, that was the territory of the Yelang people, and they were
If they are caught, they will become slaves that are lower than livestock. Going east is even more impossible. To the east is the sea, and this season is not suitable for going to sea. The only way left for them is to go south or north.
The road to the south is too difficult, with endless jungles, and it is even more difficult to walk now that it is the rainy season. In such weather, it is a matter of gratitude that one out of ten people can survive. Therefore, most people from Vietnam
They chose the north and took refuge in this country with which they had a deep hatred.
Zhao Wen spent more than a month walking through the dotted villages. Everyone he met would advise them to leave Lingnan and go to the north. Some people listened to Zhao Wen's advice, while more people thought Zhao Wen was a lunatic.
Naturally, no one would believe what the madman said. Whenever this happened, Zhao Wen would stay, hoping to impress these people with his sincerity, but unfortunately it didn't have much effect.
"Chief, let's go! If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave!" Zhao Wen said earnestly: "The civil strife among our Yue people is getting more and more intense, and it will be here soon. By then, the entire village will be turned into ruins, and everyone will be arrested.
No one can predict life or death in the village. You don’t care. There are so many children in the village, but you can’t bear to watch them die?”
There was no light in the old patriarch's dim eyes. He lowered his head and kept flapping the hemp rope with his hands.
Zhao Wen was a little anxious: "Clan leader, this is a big matter, don't ignore it!"
The old patriarch still didn't speak, and there was no confusion in the work in his hands. He tore off the hemp ropes one by one from the hemp pole and entangled them together. He rubbed his hands back and forth twice, and the original hemp rope was extended again.
Some. The old patriarch's craftsmanship is very good, and the hemp rope he twists out does not have a burr. It is good whether it is used to make rope or large straw sandals.
Zhao Wen moved closer to the old patriarch: "Why don't you leave?"
The old patriarch stopped what he was doing: "This is our home. Our ancestors have lived here for generations. I don't care if others leave. As an old man, I will never leave here."
"Soon it will no longer be your home! When they come, the old and the children will be killed, the young and strong will be incorporated into the army, the women will become tools for sexual release, and even your village will be destroyed.
Burn it all!"
"They are also Yue people. We have the same ancestor. They won't do it."
This was not the first time that Zhao Wen had talked with such an old stubborn man. There was such an old man in almost all villages. Before the disaster struck, he stubbornly believed that this time the Yue people's civil strife was the same as before and would not change their lives.
But when the same kind of people in their eyes are causing harm to the village like wild beasts, the clan leader will lie on the ground and ask heaven for the reason.
Zhao Wen sighed: "You don't understand. The Yue people who came this time are no longer the Yue people before."
After saying that, he stood up and ignored the old patriarch who was still twisting the hemp rope. Zhao Wen was going to go door to door to persuade. After seeing too many joys and sorrows, and seeing too much life and death, Zhao Wen was no longer angry. He had seen too many these days.
I met all kinds of people, and my heart became a little harder.
The old servant quickly put his raincoat on Zhao Wen, and the two of them walked forward one after the other. The village was very big, and in this place where the land was not even three feet square, the huts of each household were far apart. From the old patriarch's house
He came out and walked along the muddy path to the nearest house. It was uphill and the road was slippery. Zhao Wen fell several times and his clothes were covered with mud and water.
The old servant wanted to step forward to help, but Zhao Wen stopped him. He trudged hard alone, standing up silently no matter how many times he fell. When he arrived at the door of the first house, Zhao Wen was in a panic.
The family was very poor and the hut was small. The fire in the middle of the house was not burning well because of the heavy humidity. The light blue smoke filled the whole hut, making it very choking as soon as you walked in. It was raining and everyone was fine.
Ke Gan, a family of five was sitting around the fire doing nothing. The male host was a man who looked to be fifty years old. Zhao Wen knew that the man was at most thirty. Two women, one old and one young, were sitting closer to the fire.
In the pile, behind them were two dull children.
The only door with light was blocked by someone, and everyone raised their heads to look over. The male host stood up quickly: "Sir, you are here! Come in and sit down!"
Zhao Wen has been in this village for a day or two, and many people know him. I heard that Zhao Wen turned out to be a doctor from the South Vietnam Kingdom and was respected by everyone in the village. Zhao Wen took off his raincoat and said with a dark face: "What are you doing?
Haven’t left yet?”
The man of the house grinned and turned to look at his mother and wife: "It's raining so heavily that we can't walk even if we want to. There are many people at home and this kind of weather is not suitable for traveling. If something goes wrong,
What should we do? Besides, those people may not come."
Zhao Wen said angrily: "You are confused! You will definitely die if you stay, but there is still a chance of survival if you go out. Why can't you figure it out?"
With a smile on his face, the male host gave Zhao Wen a piece of wood under his buttocks: "Sir, don't be angry. There is really nothing we can do. No one is leaving in the entire village. I think nothing will happen."
Zhao Wen took a deep breath and patted the male host on the shoulder: "Awang, you are the first person in the village to let me into the house. I came here from Panyu not to lie, everything I said is true."
It’s true. You don’t know the truth, so I’ll just tell you about the situation around you right now.”
"The last village I passed has been razed to the ground. It was done by the Luoyue people. Xi'ao is also nearby. They are all looking for the next target to attack. The former Minyue has become a dead land, except for wild animals.
, there are not many living people left, the grass is dyed red, corpses are floating in the river, people have gone crazy, they can do anything."
Zhao Wen raised his head and thought deeply: "Everywhere along the way, I have passed by a mess. You are the first village I have met with people. I want to save you and save more Yue people. I don't want to watch the Yue people die miserably!"
do you understand?"
The male host, Awang, smiled and nodded.
Zhao Wen smiled bitterly and said: "I know you didn't understand, let alone understand. Listen to me once and let's go! Leave this place quickly. Whether you go to Han Dynasty or somewhere else, the most important thing is to survive!"
There is no doubt that Awang is still unwilling to take his family on an adventure in the rainy jungle at this time. Zhao Wen also knows that no one wants to leave. This is how people are. When danger has not come, no matter what you say, they will
They all thought it was a joke and laughed it off. When the danger appeared in front of them, they became regretful, shouted hysterically, and ran around like headless flies. No one would remember that person at the beginning, and even if they remembered, they would still curse in their hearts.
One sentence, why can't you say a few more words?
The old servant walked behind Zhao Wen, leading the thin horse. The rain fell harder and harder, and the mountain ridges on the opposite side were no longer visible. The rainwater on the road gathered and formed small streams, rushing down the mountain.
"Master, shall we leave? If we don't leave, we won't be able to leave! They won't leave!"
Zhao Wen found a piece of high ground and stopped to rest: "Hey! What we do now is to do our best. As long as our conscience is passable, we can save every one."
"But no one wants to leave! There is no movement in the entire village. We have stayed here too long, and those Luoyue people will come soon."
"So we must speed up and visit every household today. We cannot just watch another village being destroyed."
The old servant sighed: "This matter has nothing to do with the master, why are you so persistent? Besides, this is not our South Vietnam. If the Luoyue people want to kill their own people, let them kill them. When we fought with Luoyue,
Didn’t he also kill many Luoyue people?”
"It's different!" Zhao Wen said: "Do you still remember the young man I told you about?"
"Su Ren?"
Zhao Wen nodded: "This person is the manipulator of this civil strife. I thought that the war would stop when the rainy season comes, but now it has become more intense. Some people have already said that the war is not limited to Fujian and Yue, but the entire Lingnan is involved."
"How can he, a Han Chinese, influence our Yue people?"
"There are too many ways. To annihilate Minyue without occupying it is a good way. There will always be a way to do what he wants to do. Since he promised me to take in the Yue people, let more Yue people go to Han.
, maybe this way we can preserve our Yue people’s bloodline.”
The old servant didn't understand the meaning of Zhao Wen's words and looked at Zhao Wen in confusion. Zhao Wen sighed: "I told you, you don't understand. Let's go. There are still many people going. If you can save one, save one more."
, I am a Yue, and all the Yue people in Lingnan are my relatives and friends."
The old servant followed helplessly. He didn't understand why his master was so compassionate this time. Is it true that the master was a saint as some people said? After following Zhao Wen for so many years, the old servant still understood his master.
The master is the uncle of the King of Nanyue and a senior official of the Nanyue Kingdom. He should not be such an emotional person regardless of his status or status.
I think back then, Zhao Wen also led his troops to a stalemate with Luo Yue at the border. There were countless corpses killed on both sides, but Zhao Wen didn't even blink. He was even more eloquent in the court, and he was so resolute in what he said and acted. Although he didn't kill anyone with his own hands, he still
Because his words caused the death of many families. Even when he faced the powerful Prime Minister Lu Jia, Zhao Wen was able to deal with it naturally. With such a great ability, how could he not do anything to deal with these insignificant people?
As the old servant walked away, he wondered what had happened to his master Zhao Wen? It was as if he had turned into a different person overnight, or maybe the master had other plans. Well, that must be the case. Apart from this reason
, the rest are all unexplainable. (To be continued)
