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Chapter 270
The sun is like fire.

The yamen servants hid in the shade of the trees, lazily looking at the figures of the farmers struggling to move under the scorching sun.

Xuchangtun was the earliest farmland in the Wei Dynasty, and it was also the most complete.

A farmer's day is clearly arranged.

When to eat, when to drink water, when to lax, and when to sleep, there are fixed times.

In addition to completing the labor service set by the government, the farmer was sometimes pulled into the fields of the powerful and powerful soldiers of the gentry to continue working.

Malone was very uncomfortable at first, feeling like a cow and a horse, but after staying for a month, he suddenly found that he was getting used to it.

I am used to the crowd of walking dead around me, and I am used to being too tired to think every day.

But a man who can endure a day in the mud can endure a month, a year, and then a lifetime...

Every night, the numbness and despair go deep into the bone marrow.

Occasionally, we could hear crying from the wilderness, whether it was the ashes of wild ghosts, or the sound of wind owls.

There are more and more "green cows".

Since Sima and his son came to power, they ordered hundreds of officials to recommend talented people, rectified the rules and regulations, and made them have their own duties.

But this Qingming does not belong to the people in the mud.

It belongs to the gentry, officials, celebrities and Confucian scholars.

One will be a million bones.

A powerful family rises, and thousands and thousands of people are also trampled into the dark abyss.

The fields were seized, the wives and children became slaves, the young and strong became farmers, and the old and weak were driven into the wilderness to fend for themselves and no one cares about them.

"Heh, heh, you want to go?" "Old Man" Sui Shiyi stared at Malone and said.

It was as if a ghost was staring at another person who was about to become a ghost.

Ma Long frowned. No one wants to stay in this ghostly place forever. His hands are secretly exerting force, his veins are stretched, and his whole body is slightly arched like a leopard. neck.

There is an order in Tuntian that anyone who reports a fugitive, once verified, can be rewarded with a ox bone and rest for three days.

The escaped people who were caught would be nailed to wooden stakes between the ridges of the field, exposed to the wind and sun, and died crying for three days. After being eaten by snakes, insects, rats and ants, their broken bodies were sunburned into black bones.

Sui Shiyi laughed "giggling", which was especially creepy in the middle of the night. He was not afraid of Ma Long's eyes at all. A few sparse yellow teeth propped up his big mouth like a black hole, and he supported him trembling with a wooden stick. body, "Five years ago, I had the same idea, but I didn't have the guts at that time."

His voice was extremely low, as if he had exhausted all his strength to say these words.

"You are still human, but we have become ghosts." Sui Shiyi started crying again.

The cry seemed contagious, causing others to cry.

"Why are you crying! You are lazy and dead ghosts, disturbing Grandpa's sleep."

bang, bang, bang...

The guards' sticks slammed on the barracks.

The crying stopped abruptly.

All sounds are gone.

The guard left contentedly, without even bothering to take a look.

Malone turned his face, only to see pairs of eyes shining in the moonlight behind him.

"Run away, run away...Before a person dies, he must do one or two decent things." Sui Shiyi's voice suddenly cheered up, with a breath of life, and then his eyes swept over the expecting couple. eyes.

After more and more green cattle joined, they became more and more useless.

There are more and more black skeletons between the ridges of the field.

"Boss Sui, I, I'm going to take a pee." One person walked outside the camp.

Before taking two steps, Sui Eleven grabbed his arm, stared at him like a ghost, and said with a smile, "Wang Heifu, are you going to report on us? There are so many people, enough to get you out of slavery."

Wang Heifu's whole body trembled, and he forced an ugly smile, "Suitou was joking..."

Halfway through the speech, a black shadow suddenly fell down, and there was a muffled sound in the darkness.

Wang Heifu froze.

Then, Sui Shishi's right wooden stick fell on top of his head for the second and third times...

Until Wang Heifu collapsed limply.

Sui Shixi opened a secret door in the corner, and said hoarsely, "Run away, run away!"

Villagers rushed in.

Ma Long helped Sui Shishi go down, and looked back at the corpse on the ground, but there were already more than a dozen farmers gathered around like crows.

A bloody smell filled the air...

You can't see your fingers in the dark passage, and the rancid smell comes with the breeze.

The villagers couldn't see anything, and struggled to crawl forward in the narrow corridor.

I don't know how long it took, and finally saw a ray of white moonlight falling on the top of the head.

After climbing out of the tunnel, Ma Long suddenly found himself standing in a mass grave.

The green phosphorous fire illuminates the surroundings like ghosts and monsters.

The Tuntian camp not far away was silent in the night.

The villagers cheered and dispersed.

Malone was about to support Sui Shiyi to walk, but Sui Shiyi grabbed his hand and shook his head, "It's not yet time, lie down!"

Sui Shi had been lying upright among the rotting bones.

Malone was taken aback and lay down too.

The whole body is surrounded by strong rancid smell.

After lying down for less than half a stick of incense, there was an exclamation in the barracks: "Run away! The farmer ran away!"

As if a stone was thrown into the lake, the sound of dogs barking, horseshoes and roaring came from far and near.

Footsteps were also heard in the tunnel, and more than a dozen soldiers came out and walked past Malone stepping on the bones.

"They're ahead!"

The barking of the dogs became louder and louder, and the horses also neighed.

Then, the desperate screams of the villagers ripped through the night.

Malone simply closed his eyes.

But Sui Eleven next to him opened his eyes, looking at the night sky filled with stars, and murmured something in his mouth.

At dawn, all was silent again.

"Let's go, let's go..." Sui Shiyi's voice trembled slightly.

But it's not the excitement of escaping from birth.

Malone protected him and continued to flee into the darkness.

Sui Shiyi seemed to be quite familiar with this place, pointing to the path in the dense forest, repeatedly avoiding the pursuit of cavalry and hounds.

But his voice was also getting weaker.

After walking for an unknown number of hours, the sun finally rose, dispelling the cold and dead air from their bodies.

A small river, an abandoned field, and a collapsed house have been covered by cobwebs and fallen leaves for an unknown number of years.

Sui Shiyi threw himself on the field like crazy, grabbed a pile of soil mixed with stones, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Malone stared dumbfounded.

This is not a good field, less than a dozen steps next to the collapsed house is the wall of a large manor.

The laughter of men and women came faintly from within the wall.

The joys and sorrows of the world are not the same.

After a while, Sui Shiyi's crazy behavior gradually calmed down, and he crawled to the back of the collapsed house, where there were five small bumps of earth with high and low arches.

He crawled into the dirt bag, a strange serenity appeared on his face.

"Later, I beg you to bury me here..."

"You have already come out, why do you want to die?" Great sadness enveloped Malone's heart.

"I should have died a long time ago... I can't live anymore. It's enough, enough..." While speaking, Sui Shiyi slowly closed his eyes, his face becoming more and more calm , as if asleep...

Malone covered his face, and suddenly laughed out loud, with an indescribable pathos in his laughter.

(End of this chapter)