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Chapter 334 Which story do you want to believe is true
Qingqing told her first story in a voice without any emotion.

Just a few sentences condensed the life and death of several generations in a village.

"For the low-level people who are living very hard, they don't understand the hatred of the country and the family, and their motives for going to the battlefield are not so lofty. They just want to use their own lives to change the lives of their family members. Cruelly deprived by the superiors, they were sent to a special escort team because of the ulterior greed of a certain general. From then on, they are dead to the outside world, they have no military achievements, and their families will starve to death at any time."

When Qing Qing said these things that had happened, Zhang Zhao felt guilty for no reason.

"In the era when the war broke out, human life was not as valuable as food. Perhaps for the high-ranking people, it was just a worthless lazy life. How much money is it to buy a slave who signed a death contract? People die every day on the battlefield. In the eyes of the general, a soldier's life may not be as precious as a horse, but their family has been waiting for them to go home."

"Stop talking." Zhang Zhao's voice was a little hoarse. He was not from an aristocratic family, and his parents were ordinary people. Qingqing seemed to have investigated this point, so the words she said to him were very targeted and easily aroused Zhang Zhao's attention. empathy.

"Unfortunately, the story didn't finish and I couldn't stop. One day, because the village couldn't pay the food tax, the former patriarch was ready to lead the whole clan to serve in corvee. The new patriarch came, young and handsome but a little paranoid—— —but it’s not important, what’s important is that this dead village came alive.”

Farming, doing business, outsmarting the nearby villagers, recruiting bandits, and then, relying on the wisdom of the patriarch, they found their relatives.

"Don't ask what methods the young patriarch and his wife used. You just need to know that this village is complete. The children in the village saw their father whom they couldn't remember for a long time. The women in this village waited for the man who had been separated for many years. When they came back, they didn't have a few copper coins on them, even if they had shed blood on the battlefield but were not recognized, even if they were once humble existences whose names were erased by the superiors, they never resented anyone."

Across the door, in the courtyard of the ancestral hall, there was already a faint choking sound, which could be clearly heard through the wall, lashing the heart of the young lieutenant severely.

"They never complained about fate, let alone the general. They just wanted to live in the village where they grew up, keeping their wives and children safe, but the appearance of a person broke the balance. identity."

Starting from this sentence, what Qingqing is telling is not what happened in the past. She is sketching the future, a ruthless future that may exist.

"The deputy general was stern and selfless, and reported everything that happened in this village to the general. The general was furious, not allowing his power to be provoked, and sent troops to eradicate the village overnight. The whole village, old and young, all died under the general's iron cavalry. Even the innocent children were not left behind, and the past of the village was burned, and everything seemed to have disappeared, the general's crimes were drowned in the burning flames, and then the deputy general also died."

Zhang Zhao trembled all over. A cold flying knife hit his neck at some point. The patriarch's wife who was holding the knife had a smile on her face. As long as she moved a little further, the knife could cut Zhang Zhao's throat. , let him have the ending in the story.

"Yes, are the patriarch and his wife who escaped, avenging their clansmen?" Zhang Zhao felt as if he had died once, and it was his soul that asked the question.

"Unfortunately, no." Qingqing withdrew the knife and looked in the direction of home.

"Only the dead can keep secrets forever. When the deputy general was willing to be the executioner, his name was engraved in the book of life and death by the chief general he trusted. People in the village are no different."

"Nonsense. You nonsense! The general is not that kind of person! He is not! He treats us like brothers! He has shed blood for Dayan, he has made contributions for Dayan! He is Dayan's god of war, and he has protected countless people! " Zhang Zhao retorted almost crazily.

It's not like convincing Qingqing, but more like convincing himself.

"Oh, guarding the people? What are the people? Are you a common people? Am I a common people? Is everyone in this village a common people? Why does he think that the people in our village deserve to die, and why do he think that other escorts for him People deserve to die? If the duty of a general is to protect the people, then what is his behavior of killing the lieutenant general by killing the people? If this story is passed down for generations, how do you think future generations will evaluate what this general did? A story, a sad one indeed, that no one survived."

"I—" Zhang Zhaoyu condensed.

He really wanted to refute the young patriarch's wife, but he found that he couldn't say a word.

Zhang Zhao clenched his hands into fists, and for a long time, he let go of his hands decadently, as if he had really died once. In Qingqing's story, he was already one of the worthless ghosts under the general's sword.

"Didn't you say that there are two stories, what is the second one?"

"Oh, the second story is short.

There is a village called Dayu. The villagers actively and resolutely support the imperial court, especially General Wei. They developed a hand cream to curb the general’s hand disease, and they were appreciated by the deputy general Zhang Zhao. General Zhang Zhao is Dayu’s forever Friends, under the help of General Zhang Zhao, the villagers of Dayu bravely rescued the seriously injured General Wei.

The general was greatly moved, and rewarded Dayu Village with 5000 taels of silver. Dayu villagers used the money to drive the surrounding villagers to become rich.

Everyone is singing the praises of what the two generals have brought to the surroundings. The deputy general Zhang Zhao who made this happen is not only a good friend of Dayu forever, but also a confidant of General Wei because of this. Even the war dance invented by this village English singing and dancing was also promoted by Deputy General Zhang Zhao.

Hundreds of years later, people may not remember that there was a God of War named Wei Sheng, but they must remember that the heroic deputy general who promoted English singing and dancing was called Zhang Zhao.

Ah, what a sweet story about you love me and I love you, the general and the villagers. "

After Qingqing finished speaking, she clapped her hands a few times to put an end to her perfect story. Zhang Zhao looked at her dully.

In this woman's story, he has a very different ending.

One has a long history, and the other died without a name.

"The Buddha said: What is in your heart is what you see. General Zhang Zhao, would you rather believe that the first story is true or the second story is true?"

After Qingqing finished speaking, she pushed open the door. Behind the door, a group of tearful strong men looked at Zhang Zhao silently. Qingqing pointed to them and asked Zhang Zhao with red eyes:

"Tell me, are you seeing a group of deserters who were forced to lose their names, or a group of law-abiding good citizens?"

(End of this chapter)