The Nameless of the Common Clans

"Have you run out of food?" Ten days later, Chen Mo looked at the shriveled food bag and asked his mother.

"Yeah." Chen's mother nodded bitterly. Not only her, but everyone else's food had run out, and even if there was any, there wasn't much left.

How to live without food?

Although the money bag on Chen Mo's back was bulging, it couldn't be exchanged for food. They had walked all the way from Xia Qiu to here, and they had walked more than 200 miles. Along the way, they saw almost all refugees like them. The villages were burned down, and the cities refused to allow refugees to enter. The atmosphere of despair permeated every refugee.

"If this goes on, everyone will go crazy with hunger." Chen Mo sat down next to his mother, holding Heizi, and looked at the refugees in the distance with large and small bags on their way. These people, like them, didn't know where to go, but just blindly followed the crowd forward.

Chen's mother nodded and didn't speak. What kind of people who are crazy with hunger are like? They have seen it these days. They will eat everything they can see, grass roots, soil and even... people!

Hunting?

It doesn't exist. Now, let alone rabbits, even mountain tigers would be eaten alive if they dared to appear in the sight of these refugees. People who are extremely hungry seem to have something released from deep in their bodies. If it weren't for Chen Mo's ruthlessness and the protection of his fellow villagers, Heizi would have been snatched away and cooked.

"The court will take care of it. The court will not sit idly by in such a large-scale famine." Chen's mother touched Chen Mo's head and comforted him, but perhaps she didn't even believe it herself.

In the past few days, they have encountered tens of thousands of refugees, and there are probably more who haven't seen them. Moreover, this is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster. If they wanted to take care of such a large-scale riot, they would have started to take care of it long ago. So far, no county has been seen to provide relief to the victims.

"If they wanted to take care of it, they would have taken care of it long ago." Chen Mo looked at his mother's luck as usual. It has dropped to 6 points, just like himself. If it continues like this, when the luck is exhausted, I'm afraid it will be time to lose her life.

Hunger, disease, and natural disasters will affect a person's luck. Chen Mo found that since leaving the village, his luck could not be restored as before.

Or it can be understood that home can keep their luck at a basic state. Once the home is gone, the luck can no longer be maintained.

It is necessary to find a place to settle down as soon as possible, but where can we settle down in the Jianghuai area at present?

What is the situation outside the Jianghuai area? Chen Mo didn't know, but now, he could only leave the Jianghuai area as soon as possible.

Yang Mao hurried to the place where everyone gathered with Li Jiu, and handed a pancake to Chen Mo and Chen's mother: "Eat it."

"Uncle Yang, where did you get the food?" Chen Mo looked at Yang Mao curiously.

"The people of the Taiping Sect are distributing food." Yang Mao sat down.

"The Taiping Sect!?" Chen Mo subconsciously picked up the short bow.

"Don't worry, it's not the group chasing us." Li Jiu shook his head and smiled, "It's another group. They are gathering refugees everywhere. As long as you follow them, you will have food."

"Are they so kind?" Chen Mo frowned and said, "Those who destroyed people's villages are the Taiping Sect, right?"

Yang Mao and Li Jiu sat down. Chen Mo nodded after a moment and said, "It should be about the same. If they want to rebel, they naturally need troops. They sent people to pretend to be bandits and destroy our villages. Then, they showed kindness in the name of the Taiping Sect and recruited us into their ranks... This world... is going to change."

Chen Mo ate the bread with cold water, but in his heart he remembered the doctrine of the Taiping Sect when it was preaching. The blue sky is dead, and the yellow sky should be established. This blue sky now seems not to be the real blue sky, but the Han Dynasty. This yellow sky is naturally the Taiping Sect.

The blue sky is dead, and the yellow sky should be established. The year is Jiazi, and the world is auspicious.

Chen Mo suddenly turned his head and looked at his mother: "Mom, after the New Year, will it be the Jiazi year?"

Mother Chen counted and nodded: "According to the year, this year should be the seventh year of Guanghe, which is the Jiazi year."

"Don't think about it." Yang Mao sighed and said: "We can't do anything."

In the seventh year of Guanghe, Chen Mo is ten years old. What can a ten-year-old child do? Moreover, looking at the current situation, the Taiping Sect is already a blatant rebellion.

"Our home is destroyed, should we still be grateful for their kindness?" Chen Mo took a bite of the bread and said indignantly.

"No need to be grateful." Li Jiu took a bite of the bread and said: "But we have to live. Only when people are alive can there be tomorrow. Ergou, don't be reckless in this matter. Think about your mother. Now we don't even have food. If we don't follow them, we will starve to death. You are still young and capable. It would be a pity if you die here. Let's get through this level first."

Which is more important, life or hatred? This was the first choice Chen Mo had ever made. He looked at his mother in confusion.

"Survive, and then think about other things." Mother Chen sighed and said, "We are not qualified to choose."

"What if we are discovered by those people?" Chen Mo couldn't accept it. He was still hostile yesterday, but he had to surrender today. This made him feel very uncomfortable. He turned his head and looked at Uncle Yang and asked.

"I asked around. The Great Sage Master has a big plan this time. More than half of the thirteen states of the Han Dynasty are rebelling. There are rebels everywhere. If we join them, we may not be able to meet them. Even if we meet them, we are all our own people now. If we really want to fight, we will stick together and they may not dare to provoke us." Uncle Yang shook his head and signaled Chen Mo not to worry.

Chen Mo nodded. If he wanted to survive now, the counties in various places were unwilling to take him in, so he could only follow the Taiping Sect. Most of the world was swarming. Could it be that the sky was really going to change?

"I'm going to tell the others to get ready. We'll go see Commander Xiao Fang later." Uncle Yang nodded with satisfaction, dusted himself off and stood up.

"Mom, do you think this Taiping Sect can really replace the big man?" Chen Mo said in a daze as he looked at the direction the two were leaving.

"It's difficult." Mother Chen thought for a while and said.

"Why?" Chen Mo looked at his mother in confusion.

"It's too chaotic and has no rules." Mother Chen sighed: "Although there is a lot of momentum, it is because of this that it is difficult to control. I am afraid that the Taiping Sect has no one who can control it. This is one of them."

To put it bluntly, it is talent. So what if you have one hundred thousand or one million troops? Can anyone command these people? Most of the talents who can command thousands of troops are in the military and from aristocratic families. The Taiping Religion uses these methods to incite the people. How many such talents can they recruit? Without talent, no matter how many people there are, it is useless.

"Is there anything else?" Chen Mo asked curiously.

"The second is internal chaos. The Han Dynasty had laws to restrain all people. The Taiping Sect may not be convincing based on its doctrines alone. The third is that wars consume money and food. The Taiping Sect does not have these, so I am afraid it will not last long." Chen The mother smiled bitterly and said: "Although we are forced by the situation now, if there is a chance, we should think of an escape plan as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, mother, the child will protect her." Chen Mo nodded.