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Chapter content begins --> Just like that, the father and daughter stumbled forward in the pouring rainy night.
Don't know where to go.
I don’t know when or where the rain stopped.
Suddenly a group of people came in front.
The leader is a Taoist priest.
He looked like a fairy.
They asked about the fate of Shunzi and his daughter. The Taoist priest shook the whisk in his hand and let out a long sigh.
"The heaven and the earth are unkind and regard all things as rotten dogs. The country is unkind and treats its people like grass and lowly animals. How sad and painful!"
Hearing the compassionate words of the old Taoist priest, Shunzi was even more heartbroken.
"Brother, may I ask where your father and daughter are going? What are your plans for the future?"
The Taoist priest then asked again.
Shunzi shook his head blankly.
The Taoist priest pondered for a while and said: "Today we meet, we are destined. Why not follow the poor Tao? There is a good place, where heaven is the father, earth is the mother, and heaven and earth are the fathers. It is a rare and quiet land in the world." "
"Everyone who goes there believes in me, Buddha Maitreya."
"Most of them are poor people like you, big brother, who are suffering and good people who are oppressed by officers, soldiers, bullies, and rich men!"
"They are all believers. They do not kill, steal, engage in sexual misconduct, or lie."
"Everyone is there, we have food to eat together, clothes to wear, and we work together to resist the oppression of the officers, soldiers and landlords."
"I don't know, big brother, would you like to go with Pindao to that pure land?"
Shunzi looked surprised.
Is there such a good place in this world?
But looking at the old Taoist priest in front of him, he looked kind and compassionate.
It's not like he's lying.
I also saw the crowd accompanying the old Taoist priest, all of whom were dressed as poor people.
All of them have honest faces, and they don't look like those treacherous and slippery people.
His eyes fell back to his arms, where his daughter Yu'er was looking at him eagerly.
The child has been hungry all day and has no weight at all.
Shunzi struggled with conflict for a while, but finally nodded.
If I don’t go there, I don’t know where to take my daughter!
The Taoist priest was overjoyed. He took out a piece of warm cake from his arms and handed it to Shunzi's daughter.
"Good boy, eat."
Yu'er glanced at the cake and then at Shunzi.
"The Taoist priest is kind to you, just eat it," Shunzi said.
Yu'er then stretched out her little hand to take the cake and timidly thanked the old man.
Instead of stuffing the pancake into her mouth, she tore off half of it and handed it to Junzi.
"Daddy eats it too."
Shunzi's eyes turned red when she looked at the half piece of cake handed to her.
The old Taoist stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly: "This child is smart and filial, with a little cinnabar between his brows and an outstanding temperament. He will definitely have great fortunes in the future.
"
In this way, Shunzi and his daughter followed the old man and his party to the south.
…
It rained heavily at night.
It was stuffy before going to bed, so Yang Ruoqing propped up the windows at the front and back of the house.
Now the rain is falling, crackling.
She had to get up and close the window again.
It's raining heavily tonight, with lightning and thunder.
Green lightning flashed into the room, illuminating it as bright as day.
After the light, there were thunders one after another, exploding overhead and making the rubble on the roof tremble.
She sat back on the bed and fanned gently with a big cattail leaf fan.
This season, the weather in the south is prone to thundery showers.
This is a normal weather phenomenon and nothing to be afraid of.
However, some people are afraid.
No, Xiaoyu came over with a pillow and knocked on the door.
"Qing'er Qing'er..."
Opening the door, Xiaoyu climbed into Yang Ruoqing's bed.
He hugged the pillow to his chest, covered his ears with his hands, and his pretty face was a little pale.
Yang Ruoqing was still leaning there lazily, fanning herself and giggling a few times.
"I haven't done anything wrong, so I'm not afraid of thunder. Tell me honestly, have you done anything wrong?" she joked.
Hearing her joke, Xiaoyu glared at her.
"What a shame. I got this phobia because I was frightened when I was little." Xiaoyu said.
"Oh?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows.
It turns out that Xiaoyu still has psychological shadow?
"What's going on? Come on, tell us!" she urged.
Xiaoyu said: "When I was eight years old, I went to the fields with my parents to cut sweet potato vines on a rainy day."
"The weather was similar to today, with thunder and lightning."
"A flash of lightning passed by and one of my arms was numb."
"When I came to my senses, the sickle in my hand flew to the ground. It scared me..."
"Crack...boom!"
A crackling sound exploded above the head. Xiao Yu was so frightened that she didn't even say anything, so she lifted up the quilt and dove in.
Looking at her ostrich-like appearance, Yang Ruoqing smiled again.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we are in the house and can't hit you."
She comforted Xiaoyu.
It wasn't until the thunder subsided that Xiao Yu dared to poke his head out.
Glancing at the flickering light outside the window, Xiaoyu said, "When I was a kid, I heard from the villagers that when there is such a big thunderstorm, it must mean something tragic is happening somewhere in the world."
"Even God can't stand it, so he would bring down such a storm, just like when we are sad and shed tears..."
This was the first time Yang Ruoqing heard Xiao Yu's emotional explanation.
She used to only believe in weather forecasts and the natural laws of atmospheric movement and temperature changes.
but,
Ever since something weird like soul piercing happened to her.
Her worldview has also undergone some changes.
"Maybe." She whispered, looking at the sudden light and shadow outside the house.
"The Dou E in the play is very unfair. God can't stand it anymore. It's snowing in June."
"Perhaps there is a reason for the heavy rain tonight."
The two girls cuddled up and fell asleep slowly amidst the rumbling thunder.
Just after dawn, Luo Fengtang came over.
"Why are you here so early today? I just got up and haven't cooked breakfast yet!"
Yang Ruoqing stood at the door of the house, combing her hair and smiling at Luo Fengtang who was standing in the yard.
Compared to usual, his face showed a rare seriousness this morning.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
she asked quickly.
"Qing'er, I'm here to say goodbye to you." He said.
"ah?"
She was surprised.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
Luo Fengtang said: "I was dispatched back to Ningsu's army by General Xiahou. The army will leave for the southeast village thirty miles away in an hour."
"What happened in such a hurry? Is it convenient to tell me?" she asked again.
He frowned: "According to the report from the military intelligence officer, just yesterday, thirty miles away, several villages belonging to our Daqi were bloodbathed."
"There are several villages where no human or animal is left alive..."
"hiss……"
Yang Ruoqing took a breath.
They massacred unarmed people, including the elderly and children.
These perpetrators are truly extremely cruel!
Xiaoyu, who heard the noise behind him and followed him out, was even more shocked.
"No wonder it rained so fiercely last night, with lightning and thunder. Such a tragic thing really happened..." Xiaoyu said.
Yang Ruoqing withdrew her gaze and said to Luo Fengtang: "Okay, I understand, you just concentrate on your work." End of chapter --> Remember after reading: It will be convenient for reading next time, or maybe.
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