Nightmare Era

Chapter 160 The Heaven Is Dead
At the middle foot of the Southern Forest, in Pingkang Mansion, a group of people dressed in sackcloth and yellow turbans walked on the avenue staring at the scorching sun.

On both sides of the road, corpses lying on the ground, broken bones scattered by wild animals can be seen everywhere.

Some of the bones looked like they were still babies!
"Help, help!" A weak cry sounded from the pile of dead people, the head of the Taoist moved his ears, stopped immediately, and walked forward.

This is a little old man who looks to be around 60 or [-] years old. His body is thin, his eyes are dull, and there is a bloody mouth more than ten centimeters long on his arm, but the wound has dried up and no longer bleeds.

The Taoist hurried forward, first pulled the old man under a shady tree, and then took out the water bottle on his body to clean the old man's wound.

Only then did he realize that all that was left of the tree they were relying on was the trunk, and the bark had been stripped off!
"You are." The old man took a sip of water and regained some energy. He reluctantly raised his head and looked at the dozen or so people in front of him.

"We are Taoist priests of Taiping Dao, this is our Tianshi Zhang!" Behind the leading Taoist priest, a young girl came out, she pinched a ball of red mud like thing in her hand, after Zhang Jiao helped him clean the wound, She followed behind and changed the red mud to it.

"This is a kind of medicinal material, which is very effective in promoting wound recovery!" The girl said gently.

"This, this, can't be done!" The old man suddenly felt flattered: "I'm just a commoner, and this injury will pass by myself! How can He De use such a precious medicinal herb!!"

"Isn't this medicinal herb made for people to use?" Zhang Jiao smiled, and asked again: "By the way, old man, let me ask you, there should be no floods, droughts and locusts in Pingkang Mansion in the past two years, right? Why are there so many disaster victims along the way?"

"You guys are from out of town, right?" The old man didn't want to say it at first, but because they saved his life, and he was also very angry, he simply said with dissatisfaction: "There are no floods, droughts, or locusts, but There are man-made disasters. Last year, we tenant farmers really had to hand over [-]% of the harvest. This year, it has increased to [-]%. How can this be enough for a family? But we have to pay it, and it has been less than two months. , I ran out of food when I saved it, and I had to run away as a last resort!”

"Ninety-five percent?" Zhang Jiao was taken aback. He also knew a little about the grain production here. The yield of wheat per mu was [-] catties, and that of rice was [-] catties per mu.

Of course, the rice and wheat here are not the same as those on the earth, but the difference is not bad, so similar terms are used instead.

With [-]% handed over, how much can a farmer have left?
How can there be enough food for a family of several people?
"Did the higher-ups say why they have to pay so much?" Zhang Jiao asked.

"How does this villain know?" The farmer shook his head, and asked again: "The priests are going to Pingkang Mansion?"

"We do have this plan!" Zhang Jiao nodded and asked, "Can I still leave? How about coming with us?"

"I'm not going!" The old man shook his head and said, "The gentlemen in Pingkang Mansion set up porridge sheds at first, but then they thought that the victims of the disasters gathered more and more, and then they stopped giving porridge, not only did they not give out food. , and even sent troops to drive away the disaster victims gathered outside the city, I was beaten back by them, and it would be a waste of effort to go any further!"

"Is there such a thing?" Zhang Jiao's face suddenly turned ugly.

The old man shrugged: "It's not a big deal."

"Then what are you going to do?" Zhang Jiao asked, "How will you live when you go back?"

"Waiting to die!" The old man said indifferently: "The fallen leaves return to their roots, so at least I can be buried with my ancestors!"

Zhang Jiao was speechless at the moment, and he spoke after a long time: "Old man, you'd better follow us, with us here, you won't miss a bite of food."

"Really?" The old man's eyes lit up immediately, and he found that there seemed to be no place for food on these people.

However, the name Taipingdao
"You guys, could it be that the immortals have descended to earth?" The old man trembled and was about to kneel down.

Zhang Jiao hurriedly helped him up, then shook his head: "Old man, we are not immortals, just like you, I am just an ordinary citizen!"

"Ah..." the old man was a little disappointed, but he still followed the team because he had food to eat.

Someone next to him handed over a yellow scarf, and he tied it around his head in the same way.

In front of the team, Zhang Jue couldn't help but look at the corpses on both sides of the road with a solemn expression.

"Father?" The girl who had just bandaged her husband's wound called softly: "Do we still want it?"

"Ning'er, you saw it too. It's not that we want to rebel. The sky is as dark as a crow, so I have to rebel!" Zhang Jiao shook his head with a stern look on his face.

In the official history, Zhang Jiao most likely did not have a daughter. After all, he was a Taoist priest.

But in Yang Ning's memory, Zhang Jiao could have a daughter, so Zhang Ning appeared.

Zhang Ning has a delicate and quiet appearance, wearing an amber dress, with long flowing hair, holding a two-meter-long ceremonial guard decorated with gold lings and white ribbons. The whole person looks like a peony with thorns, and there is endless hidden under the quietness. The hills and valleys.

The Yellow Turban Uprising led by Zhang Jiao led the Taiping Road, which directly ignited the flames of war in the Han Dynasty. His move was not for personal ambition or wanting to be the emperor, but for the people of the world.

After seeing too much suffering and the ugliness of the upper class, Zhang Jiao completely concluded that the great man was hopeless, so he raised the flag of rebellion, saying, "The sky is dead, Huang Tian is standing, the age of Jiazi, the world is under heaven" Daji" as the name, set off the Yellow Turban Uprising that buried the Han Dynasty.

This move is worthy of the law of heaven, and worthy of the people of Li people, but alone, he is somewhat sorry for his own daughter.

At a young age, he had to travel around with his father. At the age of eighteen or nineteen, he was like a flower, but he couldn't enjoy the life like other ladies. Instead, he and his father died in battle in Guangzong City.

When Yang Ning approached the two, Zhang Jiao directly rejected the idea of ​​starting another uprising. If there is an afterlife, he just wants to be an ordinary father, accompany his daughter to grow up, and feel the beauty of this world.

Then, they came to Nanlin.

I have seen more brutal knowledge blockade, land annexation, class solidification, and disregard for human life than the big man.

Moreover, this is not a mortal world, this is a world with immortals!
Zhang Jiao has read the magic table, and the immortal can rain down boundless rain with a single spell, making the whole world smooth, and increasing food production is an easy thing.

But even in such a world, there are still tragedies such as farmers starving to death, exchanging children for food, and dying on the roadside, not just one or two, but the tragedies seen along the way are more than tens of thousands?

So what is the difference between an immortal who only cares about cultivation and ignores the common people, and a family?

I have been seeking the Tao for a lifetime, if the Tao is like this, then it is better not to seek it!
If the old way can overthrow the big man, then he can do his part for Daming to overthrow these aristocratic and greedy immortal families!
"Ning'er!" patted her daughter on the shoulder: "The next thing you have to do as a father is a bit dangerous, so I will send you to the adults to prevent you from following me around again. What do you think?"

"No!" Zhang Ning didn't even think about it, and directly refused: "The last time you had an incident, there were two uncles by your side. Now you have only me, how can I abandon you?"

"What's more, I also want to overthrow such a world!"

"Okay, okay!" Zhang Jiao patted the girl on the shoulder happily: "She is indeed my Zhang Jiao's daughter!"

"Then we, father and daughter, will join hands to bring another Yellow Turban Uprising to this world!!"

The sky is dead, Huang Tian!
The sky is dead, and the emperor should be established. The year is Jiazi, and the world will be blessed!
(End of this chapter)