It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 59

Under the Toad Ridge, in the night, there are cries from time to time.

"Mom, I'm hungry, when will I eat?" A child snuggled in his mother's arms.

"Go to sleep, you won't be hungry when you fall asleep."

"Uh...uh..." A big man mourned.

"What are you humming as a man, don't be ashamed!"

"Brother, my legs... rotten..."

Uncovering the ragged trouser legs, the calf has festered and exudes a stench.

These people have not been doing well these days. After being reduced to slavery, they have to work hard every day. Such as ploughing fields, building cities, digging embankments, not having enough to eat, and whipping the body. And some people who had hatred with the Liu family in the past took the opportunity to beat up the Reserving Dog and it was understandable that they ran over and kicked both feet.

Therefore, these ninety-odd people are more or less injured. And the environment in the mountains and forests at night is not good in any way. Hunger, injury, and fear afflict their hearts.

"Why are we putting up with this, why!"

Someone finally shouted, as if asking about the injustice. But everyone knew that it was Liu Muyun who really attacked him.

This gray-haired old man represents the last dignity and glory of the family.

Liu Muyun responded with silence and guarded the fire alone.

In disguise, this encouraged everyone, and there were discussions.

"If it's on the mountain, they'll give us a full meal."

"It was pretty good yesterday."

"That kind of thing called chili can only be eaten by nobles in the city..."

"I don't care, I really don't care, but my child is only six years old..."

Hearing these voices in Liu Muyun's ears, he let out a sigh in his heart: People are in chaos.

These ninety or so people have blood relatives of the Liu family, but more are the original servants and slaves of the family. They were also demoted to slaves after the Liu family accident.

Now under the torture of life and death, the loyalty of these people to the Liu family is gradually weakening. And even between blood relatives, it's not fun, hello me, hello everyone, and there are many intrigues with each other.

Some people want to be a pirate, some still want to cling to the glory, there is no consensus, and the organization has begun to disintegrate from the inside.

Now even if these people go up the mountain, they are divided into small groups with each other, and they are bound to be used by Cheng Dalei.

Is this also in your plan?

Liu Muyun suddenly raised his head and looked towards the mountain, a chill appeared in his heart.

In fact, it's not that Liu Muyun doesn't want to stay in Toad Ridge, after all, he has nowhere to go, but he also doesn't want to be swayed, because his inherent concept does not allow him to do so.

So, is there a way to get the best of both worlds?

Uh... This question, Liu Muyun didn't think about it.

Although he was full of poetry and books and was known for his profound knowledge in the Liu family, he obviously did not have much wisdom.

He just threw this question to Cheng Dalei, showed a little of his attainment in game science, and showed his old man's skills in the face of a young man: You are still too young, you should know some rules, this is not your decision.

However, Cheng Dalei didn't play games with him, just kicked him to the ground and said viciously, "Fuck off, I'll set the rules here.

Humiliate, or die.

Faced with the multiple-choice questions that Cheng Dalei threw out, Liu Muyun was helpless.

Meng Ziyun approached Liu Muyun and whispered, "Grandpa Liu, I have a way, I don't know if it will work or not."

"Say……"

"Bao'er can't be hungry. Let's put him in front of the village gate. I don't believe that Cheng Dalei won't open the door. As long as he opens the door, he can send some old and weak in, and keep him strong. We can negotiate with him slowly."

Liu Muyun raised his head suddenly, as if it was the first time he knew Meng Ziyun. The two looked at each other with cold eyes, and both felt the fear of each other from the other side's eyes.

Liu Muyun had to admit that what Meng Ziyun said was a way. Cheng Dalei poses a choice of humiliation or death, and Meng Ziyun's method also gives Cheng Dalei a choice.

Moral.

Few people can face such torture, but faced with this method, Liu Muyun chose to remain silent. After a long time, he slowly said a word.

"The Master said, "A man with lofty ideals and benevolence does not seek life to harm benevolence, but kills his body to achieve benevolence. "

Meng Ziyun understood the consciousness in Liu Muyun's words, so he retreated silently, looking at his back, a deep cold poured out of Liu Muyun's heart.

The internal collapse was earlier than Cheng Dalei had predicted.

When it was not dawn, someone walked up the mountain carefully avoiding the traps and smashed the gate of the cottage with both fists.

"Open the door, I want to go up the mountain and be a bandit!"

He was the big guy with the festering calf, and his behavior was despised.

"You actually want to be a bandit, how can you go to see the ancestors of the Liu family!"

"The ancestors have spirits, but they can't rest in Jiuquan!"

The words were like a knife, stabbing the man's back, he didn't look back, just smashed the gate of the village with his fists, shouting loudly.

The gate of the cottage, if he has not opened it, it seems that it will never be opened.

Now this door is the last hope for a man to survive, and its tight closure seems to symbolize death. The big man became more and more frightened and his voice became louder.

The people at the foot of the mountain watched this scene, and they ridiculed the big man, but they might not be unshakable in their hearts. Watching the iron-struck men wagging their tails and begging for pity like a bereaved dog, it seemed that this happened to them, and the humiliation enveloped everyone.

How humiliating!

They were once politely invited back to the cottage, carefully arranged room and board, and even prepared clean clothes.

But they chose to refuse, for honor.

But now, he is kneeling on the ground, wanting to ask the gods to knock on the door, only hoping that the door will open a crack for him.

What a humiliation!

But for what humiliation, this door will be opened for him, is it not enough to kneel, is it not enough to bow down, is it not enough to cry? I have put down my glory and my dignity as a human being, and I lie on the ground humbly and pray for your mercy. Isn't that enough?

not enough!

People can have their own glory, but you have to be prepared to die for this glory. No one has the responsibility to pay for your glory, except yourself.

Let go of your glory, dignity, and everything you believe in, and then, here can give you life, only life.

We honor those who die for glory, but there is no burial here for them. Die, let me die a little farther.

This closed door represents Cheng Dalei's answer.

He naturally heard the sound outside, rolled over to sleep, and just covered his face with the quilt.

How to say that sentence: You can't speak human words when you hold and respect, you have to go up and kick it hard, and then you will understand your name.

Just like you give him a coin every day, if you don't give it a day, he will hate you.

You give him a slap every day, and he will love you if you don't slap him for a day.

There is another saying that says: It is better to throw a bowl than to beg for food, and it is better to open your mouth than to be stubborn.