The Great Tang: World Martial God

Masculinity pierced the clouds.

In front of the lavish mansion, the young and strong family threw the wrapped large and small bags into the bullock cart until the three bullock carts parked outside the mansion were fully packed, and they were no longer moving.

Drive~

The coachman shook his whip and shouted that the bullock cart was slowly driving out of the city.

After a while.

The carriage carrying the car rushed over, and the family leaning on the mansion gate hurried to the main house of the mansion of the mansion ward.

When the first strand of golden brilliance hit the plaque at the gate of the palace, there were words from far to near.

"Mother, you go first, and the child will follow in an ox cart."

"Remember, go straight to the imperial city, don't let the horse rest, let alone get out of the car to rest..."

"...It's still at the tail of the summer, and it's sultry in the carriage at noon and in the early days, so you can fan it with a fan, and don't dare to get out of the carriage..."

The middle-aged man's voice sounded rather impatient, but he was patient and spoke in extra detail.

Rustling.

咚~咚~

The sound of moving footsteps was mixed with the sound of wooden sticks squatting on the ground.

Looking through the gate of the mansion, a white-haired old man was supported, leaning on the cane one after another, moving tremblingly towards the gate of the mansion.

He was too old to walk this long journey, and seemed to be a little breathless and stopped.

The loose skin on the corner of his mouth moved slightly, and the old man looked over with muddy eyes.

"My son, this is our roots... Why are we going to the imperial city?"

"...I... I heard that King Gaisuwen was carrying five knives... in the imperial city, if you see something that is not pleasing to the eye, you will be murdered..."

"Speaking of speaking, it's better to be here. Ye Luo will return to the roots... if you want to go, you can go... I won't go."

The middle-aged people seem to respect this old man very much, and the anxious brows on their faces are raised, but they still look like a bitter man.

"Mother, our family relies on your reputation to work hard to build a business in Los Angeles."

"But now the soldiers of Datang are in the valley dozens of miles away. Yesterday even the coach of Yanshou dragged his body back. It is still unknown whether it is alive or dead."

"You hear what the child said, let's go to the imperial city to escape early!"

"No matter how late we are, we will all be left here, and there will still be a chance to escape by then."

The skin on the old man's face slowly lifted up, and the pair of eye sockets became more sunken because of frowning, and there was a touch of surprise in the old voice.

"Lost?"

"We lost?"

The man hurriedly raised his finger and placed it in front of his lips to signal the old man to be quieter.

"Mother, this incident happened when the child came back to the city last night. It's true."

After that, she slightly lifted up the old man sitting on the crossbar of the promenade, and walked towards the mansion gate.

"We can't stay here anymore, let's evacuate earlier!"

"You don't leave, I don't worry."

The old man leaned on the wooden stick and made a humming noise on the ground, and began to babble.

"Hey~ These years are really disturbing."

"Conscriptions for years have caused panic, arresting strong men everywhere and repairing the city walls. I don't know how many people have died of exhaustion."

"Now there is going to be a war again, this day is difficult."

The man listened to his heart, knowing that what his elderly mother said was the truth, and did not answer, but carefully supported the old man. In his heart, he only hoped that the old man could go faster.

The moment he staggered out of the mansion, the scene outside really made the old man a little confused.

In the dim eyes, there seemed to be many figures kneeling beside the carriage.

With thin fingers leaning on the arm supporting the arm, the old man hung his head and tried to see who these kneelings were.

A slow voice asked from his pale lips.

"My son, who are they all."

The middle-aged man looked at these plainly dressed people, his eyes gradually reddened, his cheeks swelled, and he said in a low voice.

"It's all asking for food. My mother gets in the car first, and the child takes some money and distributes it to them."

It seemed that the old man didn't listen to the words of the middle-aged man. He turned his ears to listen for a moment, and the corners of his mouth trembled, raising a touch of anger.

"nonsense!"

"I'm old-fashioned, but these ears are not deaf at all."

"You tell me, why are these women sobbing and weeping here? Is it possible that these beggars on the street are all the daughters?"

The man remembers to jump his feet and twist his face into a bitter gourd shape.

"Mother, go quickly! Don't delay any longer!"

"These servants, we can't take them away!"

"In the imperial city, there are servants who can sweep the floor and wash the laundry. Let's find it over there."

When the nobles move, important stewards will naturally be taken away. As for the subordinates who do rough work, they will naturally be dismissed.

But everyone knows in their hearts that the poor will become innocent victims in the war before the war.

If you rely on these wealthy wealthy families, even if you are reduced to slaves under the iron hoof of Datang, you will even fight for the possibility of survival.

If you can't make it, you will not become a prey to fill your stomachs with wild beasts in the wilderness, but also a puppet played by soldiers.

The old man naturally understood the thoughts of these domestic servants, and he also understood his son's hard work, holding his crossed hands with wooden sticks on the ground.

"Come on, come on, let the soldiers of Datang crush it over."

"We have a substantial granary in the Yin family. We can exchange several lives with Datang's soldiers. Isn't it okay?"

"The old man was born and raised in Yinjiapu, and he was going to be buried here. Even if he escapes to the imperial city, he can live for a few more years? No more, no more."