In the early morning of the second day after the mass burial, black clouds rolled over the grass river, and a low thunder was gradually heard. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mu Ma didn't eat breakfast, and didn't even help his wife, who was carrying her daughter, who was a few months old, into the house to carry the firewood that she needed for rainy days, and came to the execution site alone.

There was nothing on the black-yellow, freshly turned soft earth, and there was excellent fertilizer underneath, and maybe next year it would be greener than anywhere else, but now there was no life.

Muma sat nearby, as if hoping for a miracle, such as the sudden loosening of the sand to reveal a struggling arm.

But until the raindrops fell, nothing changed, and even the crickets in the vicinity were calm.

He took out a gourd, pulled out the cork, and gently poured the wine on the side of the sand, which seemed to be a little cold, and wrapped it tightly around his clothes.

In the distance, there was a strange cry from the woods, presumably a kind of falcon with large wings, and the laughter was high-pitched, like the sound of iron scraping, like mockery or some kind of indescribable disdain.

Covering his ears, he suddenly grabbed a handful of sand and threw it towards the distant woods, shouting, "They did it first!" They were the ones who smashed the workshop and stole my food first! I didn't kill them! I just helped those guys catch them! I wasn't there when I was buried alive! Not present! ”

The sand flew past, the birds finally stopped, and Mu Ma sat on the ground as if he had no strength.

Where he had just grabbed the sand, a swollen black hand was revealed, and it seemed that it was almost able to touch the yellow sand, but in the end it died in the sand.

He had killed people, cut off heads, killed women and children, seen hundreds of dead and wounded and wailed battlefields, but he had never killed someone who had handed him a carpentry hammer two months earlier.

What he shouted at the woods was true, he didn't kill these people, he just grabbed them with the people of the clan when they resisted, and he reached out and grabbed them when a man fled to the grass river, and that's it, but these people still died.

The outstretched hand seemed to taunt him again, so at the moment when the heavy rain fell, Mu Ma jumped up and picked up a stone and smashed it on that arm, as if he wanted to bury something, while shouting frantically: "You did it first...... You were the first to rebel...... I'm not wrong......"

After shouting for a while, he wiped the rain from his eyes, and finally poured a gourd, which was now quite expensive, beside the hand, inserted a wooden stick, and returned home in despair.

After the rain, there was a rainbow, as beautiful as ever, just as a long time ago, when Xia City was still a barren place, many people followed Chen Jian to climb the stone mountain near Xia City, and watched the villages below the mountain stretch hopefully under the rainbow.

It's just that no one wants to see the rainbow nowadays, and Mu Ma wanders through the desolate streets of Summer City, feeling like a lamb that has lost its head sheep, and no one tells him right or wrong, just like a windmill that turns with the wind in a daze, east and west.

Under the rainbow, several people are digging a pit, and several logs and ropes are stacked next to it.

"Hanging?"

"yes, haven't you heard? When the people in your workshop rebelled, so did the people in the other workshop, and the leader was not the worker, but the man with our surname...... It's really scary, he doesn't help the people with his surname, but actually helps these people and resists with them......"

The man who dug the pit was still muttering, and Mu Ma looked at a fine lambskin on the man's body, cursed secretly, and suddenly punched the man in the face.

The person next to him hurriedly rushed over and shouted, "Are you crazy? ”

"Yes, I'm crazy! You're all crazy! ”

"Tie him up! Let him sober up! ”

"Forget it, it's all your own people. Go home, casa, go home. ”

Mu Ma gritted his teeth, was pulled away by several people, took a few steps back, did not struggle again, and looked at the gallows that was erected in a daze.

In the evening, the leaders of several clans gathered everyone and escorted several of the bound men to the bottom of the gallows.

Mu Ma's ears buzzed, and he didn't hear all of them, only some words that made him feel more comfortable, intermittently.

“…… He betrayed the clan, spoke for the foreigners, and rebelled against the clan with the foreigners, wanting to rob us of our food. There is nothing more sacred, more close, and nothing more important than the blood ties between clans, and the temporary chaos will soon pass, and we can live better next year...... He turned his back on the blood in his veins and betrayed all his blood relatives, and there is nothing greater than this...... Therefore, after the deliberation of the clan, he was sentenced to be hanged ......"

The rope was put around the man's neck, and before he could be pulled tight, he suddenly shouted, "Betrayal? You are the betrayal! All of you have betrayed Summer City...... I exchanged the blood of the people of Xia Cheng for your land and ploughing cattle...... Hang me, betrayer...... When Ji Xia returns, the gallows will still be erected in this place, but you are the ones who will be hanged...... Maggots! ”

A person in charge of the execution next to him struck the man's teeth with a copper sword, the rope was tightened, the body struggled violently, snot and tears flowed out in unison, the purple-black, swollen tongue continued to stretch outward, and the hands seemed to want to hold the noose, but finally failed.

The gallows hung in the city for a few days as a warning that the interests of the clan were noble and could not be betrayed, and that there was nothing closer than blood in the veins.

This is right, there is no slightest mistake, it can be completely rounded, and the new summer city based on this is born under this gallows, with its own ideas and consciousness, and finally got rid of the heavy shackles of the previous indoctrination. Everything is free, it seems absolutely equal, everything is done by personal effort, there are not even rules, the only culpability is betrayal of the clan, as long as you do not betray the clan, you will not be hanged.

The whole bottom of the city spends each day in a heavy alternation, maybe when you wake up in the morning, you still think that the old summer city is good, but in the evening, you look at the trembling slaves who work and think that the summer city is good now.

Maybe the chaos is only temporary, maybe it will be better to wait for next year, no matter how bad it is, you still have land, salt is free, and there are no taxes, and it will not be worse than before.

Maybe the chaos will be forever, maybe it will be the same next year. Even if you have land, what about iron and farm tools?

It's just that no one gave them another explanation. The people who can explain all this in the entire Xia City are divided into three parts, one followed Chen Jian to Yucheng, one fled to the fiefdom of wolf skin, and the other is in the city, these three parts are the upper and middle levels of a city, at least they understand what they want, standing in the part that left the city, all this is right and there is nothing wrong, there is always a standard for right and wrong, never expect right and wrong in the eyes of slaves and masters to be the same.

Those who know what they want are necessary to become a leader, and those who don't know what they want can only live like this day by day.

Although it is chaotic, but life has to go on, just for the possibility of "maybe it will be better next year", it is worth trying to live, at least there is one maybe, what is more important than this?

But to live, there will always be all kinds of misfortunes, sometimes it has nothing to do with life and death or is even far away, but it is still an unbearable misfortune.

One night in September, there had been no dead people for many days, and everything seemed to be on track.

After dinner, the children slept, and the muma lay on the warm linen quilt filled with wheat straw, and the wife coaxed the youngest child to sleep, and quietly touched her hand to the body of the muma, and groped down little by little.

It's part of life, but it hasn't been there since May. The wife tried very hard to do something, but in the end it was in vain, and it was still soft.

"Tired?"

"Hmm."

He wanted to hide the past, when his wife gave birth to her youngest child in March, before he was as energetic as a male dog, in the prime of life, and his patience from pregnancy to the full moon of the child's birth had made him irritable.

In May and June, he had six or seven hundred acres of land, a few slaves, and every day when the children fell asleep they would always do what a man should do.

But since that time he was buried alive, since he saw that hand, and then after seeing the hanging in the center of the city, his heart was like being pierced by thorns, and he told himself over and over again that everything had nothing to do with him, and that even if he didn't do it, those people would still die, but he couldn't convince himself, until one day he found that he had suppressed too much in his heart, and it was difficult to fulfill even the obligations of a man.

The woman had only heard about the outside and had been at home taking care of the children, and some of the bloody stories would not be the same as what she had seen with her own eyes.

The woman thought that she couldn't say more at this time, she could only encourage, pretending not to care, and joking: "Last year, you were like a male dog, and you were still in the field, and now you actually know that you are tired, and you ...... at that time."

I never thought that it was such a simple sentence, which ignited the anger of Mu Ma, and the woman saw the man angry for the first time, and ripped off the quilt and roared: "Last year! Last year! That was last year! Nothing has changed now! Nothing has changed! Even I became like a castrated dog, I just can't get hard, and I want to go back to last year, but I can't! I started the mill fight, and I fought with them with sticks for the workshop workers' food, and now they are all dead! They're all dead! ”

"The slaves I bought were all original public slaves, and I also bought public land. I didn't buy a former countryman, and I didn't treat them as slaves. I didn't even go to grab the land of a new countryman and plough cattle! I have my own right and wrong in my heart, and I have never crossed it. ”

"I don't want to kill my own people, I just want to make our family better. Those people have approached me, and as long as I am on their side, I can get more land and cheap salt, after all, I am still a little famous, but I don't. Because I think the salt is disgusting, I just want to live as normal. I punched them when they were hanged, but what could I do but punch them? ”

"I'm not the head of the clan, I'm not Ji Xia's school child, I'm the youngest person in Xia City, I just want to be a good person, but I'm like a gelding now, this is the price of a good person!"

"Someone who supported their rebellion was sent to the gallows, someone killed the people of Xinxia City and plundered the land and cultivated cattle, but what about me? I didn't do anything! ”

"I'm just an ordinary person, I won't bully them, but I won't go to the gallows for them, I'm just for my women and children...... I'm just the youngest of the Summer City people! ”

He angrily kicked the door open, half-naked and walked outside, the woman hurried up and shouted the name of Muma, but only saw a figure in the darkness, the woman chased out naked, and finally squatted in front of the room, ignoring the cold outside, whining and crying.