The sun pierced the clouds.


    In front of the rich house, the young servant threw the wrapped big and small bags into the bullock cart until the three bullock carts parked outside the house were full, and then he disappeared to move things.


    Drive~


    The coachman shook his whip and shouted that the ox cart drove slowly out of the city.


    A moment later.


    The carriage carrying the lift car rushed over, and the servant leaning against the door hurried to the main house of the branch residence in the mansion.


    When the first ray of golden light was on the plaque at the gate of the mansion, words came from far to near.


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


    "Remember, just go straight to the imperial city. Don''t let the horses rest, and don''t dare to get out of the car to rest..."


    "... now it''s still the tail of summer. It''s stuffy in the carriage at noon and in the future. You can use a PU fan. Don''t dare to get off the carriage..."


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


    Rustle.


    Dong ~ Dong~


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


    The line of sight passed through the house door, and a white haired old man was supported. He leaned on this crutch and moved towards the house door.


    I''m too old to walk this long journey. I seem to be quite asthmatic and stop.


    The loose skin on the corner of his mouth moved slightly, and the old man looked at it with a pair of turbid eyes.


    "Son, this is our root... Why do we go to the imperial city?"


    "... i... I heard that king gaisuwen was carrying five knives... When he saw something unpleasant in the Imperial City, he would kill his heart..."


    "It''s better to say that we''re here. Leaves fall back to their roots... If you want to go, you go... I won''t go."


    The young people seemed to have great respect for the old man. With the anxious eyebrows on his face, he still looked like a hard-working man.


    "My mother, our family depends on your reputation to fight for the next business in Los Angeles."


    "But now the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty are in the valley dozens of miles away. Yesterday, even the life prolonging commander came back with his residual body. Whether he is dead or alive is unknown."


    "Listen to the child, you''d better run for your life in the Imperial City earlier!"


    "No matter how late it is, we will all be left here. At that time, there will be a chance to escape."


    The skin and flesh on the old man''s face slowly lifted up, and a pair of eyes were deeper because of frowning. There was a touch of surprise in the old voice.


    "Lost?"


    "We lost the fight?"


    The man hurriedly raised his fingers and put them in front of his lips to signal the old man to keep his voice down.


    "My mother, it''s true that the child came across it when he returned to the city last night."


    After that, he helped the old man sitting on the cross beam of the corridor with a slight force and stepped towards the house door.


    "We can''t stay here. We''d better evacuate earlier!"


    "I don''t trust you if you don''t go."


    The old man leaned on a wooden stick and made a thump on the ground.


    "Hey, these years are really disturbing."


    "Years of conscription have made people panic. I don''t know how many people have been killed by catching strong men everywhere and repairing the city wall."


    "Now we have to fight again. It''s a hard day."


    The man listened to his heart. Everyone knew that what his elderly mother said was true and did not answer. He carefully helped the old man. In his heart, he only hoped that the old man could walk faster.


    The moment he staggered out of the house, the scene outside really confused the old man.


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


    The thin fingers fell on the arm holding the arm. The old man hung his head and tried to see who these kneeling people were.


    The slow voice came out of the pale lips.


    "Son, who are they?"


    The middle-aged man looked at these plainly dressed people, his eyes gradually turned red and ruddy, his cheeks bulging, and said in a low voice.


    "They are all begging for food money. My mother gets on the bus first and my son takes some money and gives it to them."


    It seems that the old man didn''t listen to the words of the middle-aged man. He listened to them for a moment, trembled at the corners of his mouth and raised a touch of anger.


    "Nonsense!"


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


    "Tell me, why are all women crying here? Are all the beggars on the street daughters?"


    The man remembered to jump and twist his face into a bitter melon shape.


    "My mother, hurry up! Don''t delay any more!"


    "We can''t take these servants away!"


    "In the Imperial City, there are many servants who can sweep the floor and wash clothes. It''s not too late for us to find them there."


    When a noble person moves, the important Steward will naturally have to be taken away. As for the servants who do rough work, they will naturally be dismissed.


    But people all know that the poor will become innocent victims in the years of war and smoke.


    If we rely on these wealthy families, even if we become slaves under the iron hoof of the Tang Dynasty, we will strive for a chance to live.


    If you can''t climb, you will not become the prey of mountain beasts, but also the doll wantonly played by soldiers.


    The old man naturally understood the thoughts of these servants and his son''s good intentions. He leaned on the ground with a wooden stick and held his crossed hands.


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


    "Our Yan family has a substantial granary. We can exchange several lives with the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, can we?"


    "I was born and raised in the Yin family castle. I want to be buried here. Even if I escape to the Imperial City, how many more years can I live? No, No."