Zhenfubao waved his hand and the warehouse was full of grain, and the whole family regretted it

Master Bai glared at him and said, "Do you know how many of us are here now? If we rebel, we'll be beheaded."

Are you kidding me? He's already old, and you're asking him to rebel. Is he crazy?

Li Dongyang looked at him and said:

"Now the ruler is not a ruler, and the ministers are not ministers. Do you know how many people will die on this day?

So many people are waiting for the court officials to rescue them, but...but where are the court officials?"

Li Dongyang really cried. What he saw along the way were horrifying tragic scenes, with corpses scattered everywhere.

Some fell on the dry riverbed, twisted and deformed by the scorching sun, and emitting a disgusting stench.

Some leaned against the ruins, still struggling to seek shelter in the last moments of their lives.

The starving people had sunken eyes and cheeks, and their skinny bodies were covered with flies, which were densely packed and buzzing.

Wild dogs were frantically biting and fighting among the corpses. Their eyes were red, and they were holding broken limbs in their mouths, making creepy roars.

In the sky, flocks of vultures circled, swooping down from time to time and pecking at the carrion with their sharp beaks.

In the magnificent court, dignitaries dressed in gorgeous clothes were immersed in a life of sensual pleasures.

Those people were living in dire straits. In the past few months, Lin Wanwan truly experienced the difficulties faced by the ancients.

I used to say that it was difficult for the ancients to survive. I didn’t have any deep understanding of this before, but now I do.

All the people looked at Master Bai, and Master Bai looked at Zhao Qiaoniang. Zhao Qiaoniang was so scared that her eyes avoided him, and she silently said in her heart, "Don't come to me."

Master Bai still walked towards her. Zhao Qiaoniang was so frightened that she almost fell to her knees. "Uncle Bai, you usually ask me about small matters, but I can't make the decision on such a big matter now."

Master Bai sighed and turned to look at Lin Wanwan in the bed. Lin Wanwan's mouth twitched. No way? Is it appropriate to ask her, a child, about such a big thing?

Master Bai carried Lin Wanwan directly into the nearby forest. He coughed and said:

"My dear, I, your grandpa, have no other options. You said so many disaster victims, kneeling there, really have no way to survive!

But we definitely can't rebel. We only have a few thousand people, who can we fight against?"

Lin Wanwan also had to admit that if the government officials came, could they kill thousands of people in just a few seconds?

What's more, what does rebellion mean?

First, the peasant class has long been at the bottom of society, with extremely low education levels and a lack of systematic military knowledge and strategic planning capabilities.

Most of them instinctively took up farm tools to resist under the pressure of famine.

A group of ragged and hungry farmers, facing the well-trained and well-equipped imperial army, were already at a disadvantage in terms of military proficiency.

On the battlefield, the regular army was lined up in neat formations and advanced and retreated in an orderly manner, while the peasant army was mostly a mob, charging forward with only passion, often falling into chaos and being easily defeated.

Furthermore, the lack of resources is a fatal blow. At the beginning of the peasant uprising, they often lack food and clothing, let alone sophisticated weapons.

Without stable logistical supplies, it is difficult to sustain long-term combat.

In contrast, the imperial court had a special taxation system to support armaments and food supplies, which gave it an advantage in a protracted war.

Organization and leadership are also major challenges. Farmers are scattered, making it difficult to quickly form an effective core leadership team.

Internal disagreements and conflicts are prone to occur, and there is a lack of cohesion.

Faced with numerous difficulties, the probability of a peasant uprising succeeding was extremely small. Most of them were brutally suppressed in their infancy or during development, becoming a tragic event in the long river of history.

Lin Wanwan is very afraid of death, otherwise she wouldn't have started planning at such a young age.

She looked at the old, weak and sick people not far away and sighed. Rebellion would definitely not work. Even in her previous life, from ancient times to the present, she had only heard of Zhu Yuanzhang's successful rebellion.

Zhu Yuanzhang's ability to stand out from the peasant uprising and achieve imperial success was the result of the combined effect of multiple factors.

He possessed extraordinary leadership skills and a strong and courageous character, and stood out among the rebels, becoming the core figure that united the people.

He was also good at employing people. He gathered under his command wise men such as Li Shanchang and Liu Bowen, and capable generals such as Xu Da and Chang Yuchun, who gave him advice and led the charge into battle.

What do they have?

Lin Wanwan's gaze slowly swept across the ragged people kneeling on the ground praying in front of her, and she felt mixed emotions.

These people were thin and haggard, their eyes full of despair, yet hidden within them was a glimmer of desire for life.

They just knelt there quietly, waiting for Master Bai's decision.

Lin Wanwan sighed. Rebellion was not an option. Why not take them with you? There is strength in numbers. We can go to Bian Jing together.

Milk tea made a "crackling" sound and then began to translate.

Master Bai thought for a moment and said, "But we can't support so many people!"

In fact, what these refugees want is not a meal to eat? They don't need very good conditions. Is it difficult for them to find food?

Lin Wanwan looked at the milk tea and said, "Let's give it a try. Those corrupt officials who drink and eat meat every day should also contribute their own efforts!"

Milk tea made a "gulp" sound and said: "Down with corrupt officials, down with corrupt officials, drinking wine and eating meat..."

Lin Wanwan looked at the milk tea. The translation was so insightful.

Master Bai looked at Lin Wanwan, his mouth twitched, and he coughed and said:

"Robbing corrupt officials? This... isn't so good, right? But it's quite interesting, and we don't have to openly oppose the court, which is quite good.

Even if we rob the rich to help the poor, this action cannot be known to too many people.

I'm afraid some people are deliberately sneaking in here, so I have to screen them out."

Master Bai came back carrying Lin Wanwan. Madam Bai took Lin Wanwan and said, "Old man, what do you say now?"

"My idea is, why not let these people follow us? There are a lot of people, and more people means maybe more safety."

Mrs. Bai looked at him and almost fainted:

"Old man, do you know how many people are here today? More than 2000 people!

How can we possibly save so many people? If we give them all the food, will we not have food or water?"

Master Bai looked at her quickly and said:

"This isn't my decision! I actually think it's better to bring these people along.

First of all, we are safer with more people, and we are also short of manpower now.

Moreover, I have taken a rough look at this group of people and found that they are mostly young and middle-aged, so it is easier to support them."

The epidemic came with great force, and there were hundreds of people lying not far away.

The elderly and children could not bear it at all, and almost half of them died. Those kneeling people had numb expressions and were all young and middle-aged people.