A Millennium Aristocratic Family Starting from the Shang Dynasty

Chapter 575 The sky is dead

It rained heavily for a day, and the Luoshui River that had been cut off was restored again. The dry land was also moistened by rainwater, and the cut off mountain springs turned into gurgling streams again.

The scorched earth has returned to its proper color, and the world seems to be changing for the better.

In the Shangyang Palace, Wang Jian was in high spirits. A heavy rain solved the drought, which also united people's hearts. As long as he continued to encourage farmers and mulberry trees and suppressed the powerful, the people would have a bite to eat.

If the people can eat enough, they can breathe a sigh of relief. As long as this world can continue, he is ready to send out a large number of direct descendants of the royal family and royal family members to suppress those nobles and powerful men.

Let the world get back on track again.

At this moment, Wang Jian suddenly felt dizzy. The next second, his whole body softened and he fell to the side.

The attendants around him quickly stepped forward to support him, and then carefully placed him on the couch.

The expressions of other royal children in Shangyang Palace changed drastically. After a while, Wang Jian woke up slowly. The heroic man who was so energetic just now and wanted to rebuild the country suddenly became weak and weak. It seemed like he didn't even have the energy to speak.

"The master of the house is awake!"

"The master of the house is awake!" everyone said happily.

"How are you feeling?" The prince held Wang Jian's hand and asked.

Wang Jian smiled bitterly: "Gentlemen, I just met our ancestor King Wen."

When everyone heard this, they were slightly stunned, and suddenly there was a burst of sadness in their hearts. Everyone knew very well that if the Wang family saw King Wen, it would mean that his life was not long.

When they thought that the world had just started to improve, the head of the family was about to die, and everyone suddenly felt extremely sad.

"Is the sky really so heartless?"

"Is destiny so difficult to reverse?"

"The ancestors said that destiny can be reversed, and people's hearts can defeat heaven. But if you want to go against heaven, you need to put in countless efforts, so that you can have a chance!"

"I can't match my appearance. I rely on the Divine Artifact of Destiny and want to change my destiny against the will of heaven. But the use of the Divine Artifact of Destiny requires paying a price."

"Back then, our ancestor Wang Yue used his life to activate the Divine Artifact of Destiny, went against the will of heaven, fought for vitality for the Huai Kingdom, and finally made the Huai Kingdom prosper. Now it's Jian's turn."

"It's a pity that this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to see that day." Before he finished speaking, Wang Jian's eyes lost all look, and his originally strong hands dropped.

In the main hall, cries suddenly sounded, and two cloud cranes quietly landed in front of the main hall and danced sadly.

In order to change the drought, Wang Jian used ten destiny artifacts, even the lowest destiny artifacts, but the price was still not something that a mortal like him could afford.

Wang Jian also sacrificed his life to give Daqian a glimmer of hope and reunite people's hearts. If Daqian can take the opportunity to rebuild the world, then Daqian's destiny will continue for decades or centuries. If it can't be done, it can't be done. Come on.

After a long drought, it finally rained a little.

Zhang Jue looked silently at the city not far away. The city outside was devastated, and the wealthy families in the city were singing and dancing in peace. Just a year ago, he passed by here and treated the people who were infected with the plague.

He originally thought that these people who had escaped the disaster would continue to live here, but when he passed by here again, the original village had disappeared.

The fields outside the village have long been deserted, and the village has become increasingly dilapidated. Not long ago, he asked about the remaining people here, but was told that those people had died of hunger. "Last year there was a severe drought, and this year's harvest is bad. We have to repay the money we borrowed from big households and pay taxes. All the grain we produced was taken away. If we don't have anything to eat, we will starve to death. As for the land, now it's all those If a big family gets it and doesn’t have the money to pay it back, then they can use land to pay it back.”

When the Taoist heard this, he felt like a lightning strike, his body went limp and he almost fell to the ground.

Those people he rescued from the plague did not die at the hands of the plague, but were starved to death. Among those high-ranking families and wealthy families, none of them are rich in clothing and food, with granaries piled up like mountains, and their families have a lot of wealth.

They enjoyed themselves wantonly, and wasted countless amounts of food every day, but they wanted to take away the only remaining food in the hands of the people.

Under the vermilion gate, the noble family, and the luxurious manor, buried are the people who died of starvation or exhaustion.

Zhang Jiao came to a house. The house had collapsed and was empty and overgrown with weeds.

He took out a piece of dry food from his sleeve and placed it gently on the stone platform at the door.

I was speechless for a long time.

After a long time, Zhang Jue looked up at the sky blankly. His eyes were full of confusion, and he murmured, why did he try to save people? In order to let these people continue to work as cows and horses? Then like an animal, struggle hard and eventually starve to death?

Then why is he desperately trying to save people?

Why did those people starve to death?

"Second brother, third brother, and you, come and tell me, they farmed, weaved, and worked hard to take care of the crops, but in the end they starved to death. Is it because they didn't work hard enough?"

"Are they lazy?"

Everyone was silent. A child next to him said timidly: "My parents are exhausted, isn't that enough?"

"Yes, they tried their best to stay alive, but they still died in the end. Was it because they didn't work hard enough?"

"No, it's because the world is unfair!"

"It's those high-ranking families, aristocratic families, and corrupt officials. They are the ones who took away everything!"

Countless people following him looked at Zhang Jue, and Zhang Jue said slowly: "They took away our last morsel of food. This world is unfair! This world is unfair!"

Zhang Jiao is the ray of light they see in the darkness. They are willing to believe in him and pursue him. They long for light, and they are the ones who are drowning in darkness. Even if there is a faint glimmer of light, it will lead them to rush forward one after another.

We were already in hell, so what could be worse?

Zhang Jiao turned around and saw the people standing behind him, and saw the light in their eyes, and that light was none other than himself.

That light was very weak, but it still made people full of hope. He understood what that road was full of. Since there is endless darkness in this world, he is willing to be a piece of firewood to light up that glimmer of light.

He wanted to be that light.

The Taoist who was once full of hope for the world died at this moment, and another person who wanted to ask for life for the world appeared.

They may be like those moths, knowing that there is fire in front of them, but they still want to rush into it.

These common people may be like ants, humble and weak. But at this moment, he wants everyone to understand the power of ants!

Heaven is dead! Huang Tian should stand!

(End of this chapter)