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Chapter 311: Premeditated rebellion
Seeing that no one noticed Qinglian's arrival, the old woman hurriedly supported Qinglian: "My child, I'm sorry for you. Come hide in the house for a while and take a rest. Mom hasn't seen you for a long time. You How are you doing?"
Seeing that her mother was still so worried about her, Qinglian's eyes couldn't help but become red and swollen again: "Everything is fine with Lian'er, but she can't serve her. Lian'er is unfilial and makes her worry, so Lian'er won't go in." , in case your great-uncle sees you and it’s time to reprimand you, Lian’er would be better off going somewhere else.”
The old woman brushed away the tears from the corners of Qinglian's eyes with her rough palms: "My child, it's okay. Your great-uncle went to the Black Miao Village to discuss matters and will only come back in the evening. It's okay."
When Wuge saw mother and daughter reminiscing about old times, he didn't bother him and quietly retreated, leaving the two of them to follow the mountain trail where Brother Li Wen was on his way.
In the wooden house, Qinglian stood up in panic and looked at her grandmother who was sitting on the stool with a worried look on her face: "What? You want to unite with the Five Seedlings to rebel? This is not possible. Although the Five Seedlings gather together to have a large population, they can really go to the battlefield. We only have 30,000 young men who wield swords and cannons. How can we rebel? This is asking for death. Mom, no, we can't beat them. Please advise my great-uncle."
The old woman looked at Qinglian who looked sad and worried and sighed deeply. She looked at the scenery outside the door with a depressed expression: "Lian'er, it's not that we Miao people want zaofan, it's guanfan. You haven't been in the village these days, so you don't know what happened recently. What's the matter? We Miao people have lived in the mountains for generations and often rely on hunting and gathering for a living. We have very little cultivated land. The land divided by the Han government could have been used to increase food rations, but it was all occupied by chieftain officials. The ancestors who did not submit to the imperial court relied on this land. Thousands of miles of mountains, people have no worries about food and clothing, and they can be self-sufficient as long as they don't encounter natural disasters. But now, the land is gone, the government has to tax 30%, and the chieftains have to tax another 30%. Now the people of the five Miao people are boiling with resentment, and there are lamentations. This year I can’t survive this year.”
After finishing speaking, the old woman walked to the bamboo stand behind her and took down a clay pot and placed it in front of Qinglian. She took off the wooden lid of the pot. There was only a thin layer of rice inside, which could not even cover half of her little finger: "Mom Even if you drink porridge, you won’t be able to drink this food for two months. In other villages, people have begun to eat leaves to survive. Toast, they eat big fish and meat, their mouths are full of oil, and they play music every night. How can they care about us people? life and death."
"But Mom, the chieftain is also a Miao. Can you go to the leaders to beg for mercy, borrow some food for the winter, and then pay it back to them next year? Listen to Lian'er's advice. You really can't go against it."
Qinglian's mind couldn't help but recall the scene at the foot of Cuiping Mountain, with thousands of horses galloping down. Even ordinary martial arts masters had no power to resist in front of the uniform army. They were well-trained, and the battle formations were tight and capable of both offense and defense. , It is simply a killing machine.
Those light cavalrymen could cut a person's body into two pieces with one strike using the impact of their horses. The horses' impact was so fast that they didn't even have time to react.
Coupled with the generous sabers and thick armor of the heavy cavalry, the people of the White Lotus Sect were trampled to pieces alive. They were all top-notch masters.
Ordinary people couldn't even think of taking them down with a dozen people, but they were completely defenseless in front of the army. At that moment, Qinglian understood that the city defenders who had been ridiculed and complained about their vulnerability before were inferior to the border troops. What kind of gap.
It can be said to be a world of difference. Previously, when facing the garrison, some White Lotus cultists could toy with them, but the frontier army Longwuwei only had 5,000 soldiers and horses, and more than 2,000 people were killed in half a stick of incense. Everything was in ruins, and the number of survivors was very few.
Qinglian will never forget that day. Even those who are experts in Qinggong are helpless. Facing the overwhelming rain of arrows, they have no place to dodge in the air and can only be shot into a hornet's nest.
Bursts of dense rain of arrows covered anyone who wanted to escape in the air. Anyone who wanted to escape in the air would be suppressed by the rain of arrows. Crossbows, gongnu, and iron-tied bows. Each type of bow and arrow is a deadly weapon at such a close distance. .
If sister Bai Shao hadn't blocked the blow for him, I'm afraid he would have been shot into a hedgehog by the arrows that were as dense as a storm: "Sister"
The pained look of her sister Bai Shao flashed through her mind, and Qinglian covered her mouth and cried silently.
That nightmare-like scene really made Qinglian dare not recall it.
Two thousand people who are all third-level martial arts practitioners are vulnerable to Long Wuwei, who is both offensive and defensive. Not to mention these ordinary young men in Wumiao Village, they have not received any training and only rely on brute force to think. It is impossible to rebel.
Even though the Chengdu garrison is not as powerful as the frontier army, they are still well-equipped. What can the five seedlings unite with? Hoes, shovels, and gongnu for hunting, but compared with the imperial generals and iron tires made by the Ministry of War. Bows, long knives, swords, and thick shields are just children's playthings.
Moreover, Chengdu Prefecture, as a prefecture, is not comparable to that of a small state. There are 50,000 well-equipped garrison troops. With 30,000 people, they want to attack the well-guarded city and simply deliver food. fate.
"Mom, you really can't go back. Go talk to the chieftain to borrow some food. You don't know how terrifying the imperial army is. It can destroy Wu Miao in an instant."
"My child, it's useless. Although the chieftains are managed by the Miao people, their identity has long been corrupted by Han officials. They have colluded with the Han people. They are more ruthless than the Han people in exploiting poor people like us. The Han people want to conquer At least taxes will not kill people, but chieftains are a shame to the Miao people. Taxation can be punished by beating or scolding, or by killing people. They have completely become lackeys. Instead, they may be killed. Otherwise, they will really starve to death. It’s dead, it’s winter, and there’s no place to dig wild vegetables.”
Qinglian slumped on the stool: "Mom, did my great-uncle go to Hei Miao Village to discuss this matter?"
"That's right, the five largest Miao villages, Long Skirt Miao and Short Skirt Miao, have been in dire straits for a long time. How could we have embarked on this path if there were some ways to survive."
Qinglian sighed helplessly. She didn't know how to advise her great-uncle. Her mother was right. If he rebelled, he might be killed. If he didn't, he would starve to death.
She warned her mother not to zaofan just to watch her mother starve to death.
When she was lost in thought, an old voice interrupted Qinglian's meditation: "Why are you back?"
Qinglian came back to her senses and saw that her mother was holding an old man with white hair and beard around eight months old. The old man looked at Qinglian with an unhappy expression. For Qinglian to be pregnant before she was married and not to be executed according to the rules, it was quite serious. I had no mercy, I never thought she would dare to come back.
"Lian'er salutes my great-uncle." Qinglian knelt down gently, holding her heavy body.
"Oh. What a bad fate." The old man tossed his sleeves and turned his back, sighing sadly.
Qinglian's great-uncle Wu Sangnai is one of the few old people in Bai Miao Village. As the saying goes, we are close to each other in the next generation. Wu Sang naturally watched Qinglian grow up. He liked this child since he was a child, but she did something This is something that will embarrass everyone in the village.
"Uncle, Lian'er, please let's think of another way. We really can't do the opposite. It will push all the Five Miao people to death. Please think of another way."
