rich concubine

Chapter 2474
Perhaps the change of a person is in that moment, a moment of growing up, a moment of becoming sensible, maybe he has experienced a major change, maybe it was just at that time that he suddenly figured it out and no longer forced himself or others. .

At this moment, Amusa is completely different from her past self. She seems to be on guard against arrogance and impetuosity. She is now peaceful. She can understand what others say, is willing to listen to what others say, and is no longer anxious and furious because of the slightest displeasure of others.

To put it simply, she seemed to have changed from an abnormal person to a normal person.

Garant sat down as instructed and went to wait for her to drink.

Amusa's wine glass is much larger than the others. Like a man, she doesn't like to sip wine in small sips. She likes to drink freely and happily.

Especially at this time, the spicy wine flowed from the mouth down the throat, burning the internal organs. It was uncomfortable, but it was also rarely pleasant.

After drinking a glass, she took a deep breath, leaned back, squinted at the garlic, and said suddenly: "I gave you a name before, but I didn't use it. Now I have forgotten it." Yes, what name was given to you at that time?"

Suan Tou was stunned, but his surprise made Amusa burst into tears with laughter: "Look, look, you don't even care, you can even forget your own name."

Garant lowered his eyebrows, poured a glass of wine to himself, took a sip, took a deep breath and said: "The names of us are all related to things in the world. My name is Garant, and I once had an unborn child. The younger brother who came down is called Garlic Miao. My parents said that garlic has a strong smell. It looks clean, pure and harmless, but when you put it in your mouth, the taste inside is extremely strong and unforgettable."

The days in this southern barbarian are as ordinary as fresh water, calm and uneventful. Suffering has become normal, but there will still be unwillingness and reluctance... Garlic has a unique taste, not like ordinary food. This is what his parents expect of him. .

Even those that grow in sludge swamps still have their own flavor.

Amusa looked at him calmly. This was the first time she heard him talk about things at home.

"Your brother...why didn't you survive? As a population like ours in the Southern Barbarians, every family has something to do. Although every household does not have farmland, the annual harvest is enough for people to survive. Is it because of illness?"

Suan Tou endured the pain in his eyes. He raised his head and looked at Amusa, smiled bitterly, and said: "Who told the princess that the harvest of the Southern Barbarians is enough for people to survive, and who told the princess that as long as every family has something to do, it will be guaranteed. Every family has money and food to eat?"

Amusa was startled and looked at him blankly.

Garant suddenly laughed, with tears in his smile: "It turns out that our most noble people in the Southern Barbarians really don't know the sufferings of the people. Do you really don't know, or are you pretending not to know?"

Amusa's eyes flickered, she...did she really not know?
It's not that I don't know, but I never thought about the life and death of the people below. In those years, I wanted to rebuild my home, get help from foreigners, and climb up step by step on my own. For this, my father did a lot, even though he didn't have anything to do with him. She had to explain it, but she probably knew it.

In order to work hand in hand with people outside, you have to pay the price. These days, no matter what you do, human and financial resources are always indispensable. Those at the top provide brain power, provide human and financial resources, and those below will There is pain.

Things should be put to their best use and people should do their best. If there is no money to be made, manpower should be used. In the end, one has to plunder all his own people to show sincerity, so that he can barely reach the capital to negotiate terms with foreigners.In the eyes of my father, as long as the conditions can be negotiated, it is more important than anything else. As for the clan members, enduring some hardships and suffering some setbacks are all necessary things to do for a better life in the future.

The discomfort is temporary. As long as you get through the most difficult days, they will be good days.

So, what does it matter if a few people in the clan die?Compared with the great cause, their sacrifices should be deserved. Their sacrifices can bring endless wealth to future generations, so why not?
The endless internal strife and internal losses failed to make them see the facts clearly. They felt that they had succeeded more than half of the way when they got some benefits from the foreigners. Little did they know that they, the southern barbarians, wanted to become kings on their own, but they had neither the luck nor the luck to do so. That ability, three without that human heart.

The moment he ran out of energy, he realized that he was not negotiating terms with others, but was clearly draining himself and becoming a stepping stone for others.

The people of a country have broken bones and connected tendons. Even if they think they are driven out by the world and cannot be tolerated by the country of Meng, they are still the people of the country of Meng. Foreigners are not sure how happy they are to see the riots within the country of Meng.

In the end, all the bad things have been done, and the evildoers themselves have taken the blame, and all their financial, material, and human resources have been spent on their own, leaving them unable to gain a good reputation or achieve a good career.

The tribesmen regard them as a shame, but they are unaware of it, sitting in this position, still looking forward to one day making a comeback.

It's a pity that people who are too disappointed will always look for a way to survive. This is the case with bluestone, and this is the case with garlic. Thousands of Nanman people are also willing to work hard to catch a glimpse of the sky.

After Garant said that, he raised his head and took a sip of wine, with tears in his eyes: "It was really difficult at that time. Our family wished we could tie a rope to end our lives and say goodbye to this world, but there was no decent rope at home. The family was suffering, and they could only tell themselves repeatedly that life and death are determined by destiny, and when the day comes that they can no longer survive, the Lord of Hell will come to take his life, so why bother to go to this trouble on your own? It will only be more painful. As time goes by, just grit your teeth and persevere."

Amusa was silent when she heard him ask: "Your Highness, have you ever tried it? What does it feel like to have difficulty swallowing food and having trouble sleeping? Your Highness may be feeling dissatisfied at such a moment just because others have been praised. It's a trivial matter. It doesn’t go my way...I tried it, I didn’t dare to close my eyes from morning till night, and I could still stay awake no matter how strong the drink I drank.”

"..."

"How can we call home a place where we can't even sleep peacefully? Your Highness, tell me, do the people of Nanman deserve to live such a life and suffer such torture? Why do we do this? If God punishes us, natural disasters will I accept all the man-made disasters, but it is the people in power who are causing trouble, making it difficult for us to hold our heads high..."

The ordinary resentment cannot be explained by the grievances and depression she has suffered over the years. Perhaps, even one tenth of the pain has not been finished yet, but Amusa can no longer listen to it. All these accusations and resentments have made her Conscience is troubled.

It's ridiculous. After being numb and dull for so many years, she felt the beating of her conscience for a long time. She didn't dare to look directly at Suan Tou's expression at this moment, and didn't dare to recall in detail what Nanman had done over the years. The people of Nanman were also... What kind of life is it...

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(End of this chapter)