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Lu Xiao was stunned.

He can only pass on two words when the game character actively burns incense during the Qingming Festival.

In other words, the initiative in making contact lies with the game character.

The game character didn't burn incense, and Lu Xiao was so anxious that he could only stand by and watch helplessly.

Unfortunately, it seems we need to find an opportunity to pass on this rule.

Regardless of who the main character in the game is, incense should be burned every year during Qingming Festival. Then I'll consider whether to pass it on or accumulate it.

I took another look at the events surrounding Lu Xiaoniu over the past year.

Fortunately, there were no major incidents; they were all minor matters related to herding and farming.

On a larger scale, the Yellow Turban army captured Tan County, burning, killing, and looting.

However, the flames of war did not reach this small village that had joined the uprising, so there was no need to worry about its safety.

As for letting Lu Xiaoniu go elsewhere to seek refuge and live out his life... where in this world is there any safe place?

Forcing ten-year-old Lu Xiaoniu to leave his hometown would only hasten his death.

Lu Xiaoniu is incredibly fortunate to have grown up in his hometown, gotten married, had children, and lived a peaceful life.

Lu Xiao didn't ask Lu Xiaoniu to make a lot of money in this life, he just wanted to pave the way for the future.

Time accelerated again.

It is now the 186th year of Qingming Festival.

Despite the drizzle, Lu Xiaoniu arrived at A Cui's grave early today.

While offering incense, Lu Xiaoniu told his mother about the events of the past year.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I was so busy last year that I forgot the time."

"The rebel army has occupied the Donghai Commandery, and the tax collector said that the rebel army has exempted us from this year's taxes. Everyone says that the rebel army is a good person."

"The elder brother next door sold his ten acres of land to the master and, along with his wife and daughters, joined the rebel army."

"The master was very kind-hearted. He even let a child as young as me rent the land from my elder brother's family, saying that it was divided into four and six parts, which I didn't understand, and he also provided seeds."

"But for some reason, everyone is cursing the master for being heartless. They even said they would call on the rebels to rob him. But I really do have land to cultivate."

"Mother, I'm confused. Who is the good person?"

Reality was still too cruel for sixteen-year-old Lu Xiaoniu.

This era forces people to grow up.

Lu Xiaoniu had no choice but to stumble and bear it all alone.

Lu Xiao wanted to offer words of comfort, but ultimately held back.

This landlord, seeing that the people had all risen up in rebellion and no one was left to cultivate the land for him, set his sights on orphaned children like Lu Xiaoniu.

They were made to bear 60% of the land tax at such a young age!

What a bunch of heartless bastards!

With future considerations in mind, the four characters "burning incense during Qingming Festival," accumulated over two years, were passed down to the past.

"Burning incense during Qingming Festival?!"

The voice that suddenly popped into his mind was the voice that Lu Xiaoniu had been longing for in his dreams.

At that moment, he suddenly realized, "Mother means that every year during Qingming Festival, the calf can only communicate with Mother by burning incense?"

After receiving no response for a long time, Lu Xiaoniu felt disappointed.

Everything that needed to be passed on has been passed on; now it's up to Lu Xiaoniu himself.

As in previous years, Lu Xiaoniu lingered, reluctant to leave, and kept muttering to himself.

He seemed to be waiting, waiting for the voice to appear again.

As night fell and no more miracles occurred, he reluctantly trudged down the slippery mountain path.

Time is accelerated and paused randomly.

Take a peek at Lu Xiaoniu's condition.

He was imitating his mother, turning the soil and sowing seeds, frantically and clumsily tilling the land.

For a young boy, ten acres of land, even with rough farming, meant a life of constant toil and darkness.

But Lu Xiaoniu had no complaints.

This is much better than when Lu Dafu was still alive, when he could only earn a living by helping other people. Now, forty percent of the harvest belongs entirely to him.

After Lu Dafu died, life visibly improved.

Lu Xiao confidently started the acceleration.

Qingming Festival, 187 years ago.

"Mother, Little Niu has come to pay respects at your grave."

"The older brother next door is back. His uprising failed, and his arm remains on the city wall."

"My elder brother had a wife and daughter, and was penniless. I couldn't bear to see him like that, so I took them in."

"Because many people returned, the master's land was not enough for tenants, so I gave my land to my elder brother."

"My elder brother said I was someone he could entrust his life to, and that he would marry his daughter to me when she came of age."

Lu Xiao really wanted to convey the words of future plans to Lu Xiaoniu.

After holding it in for a long time, Lu Xiao, with a sore nose, finally managed to utter two words: "Very good."

He made a complete mess of the start and didn't teach Lu Xiaoniu any lessons.

This child, however, managed to maintain his simplicity and did not go down the path of self-abandonment.

All of this is inseparable from his marriage to Ah Cui, a virtuous wife.

The word "very good" is Lu Xiao's encouragement to his son from A Cui's perspective, and also a redemption for his own actions.

188

"Mother, my eldest brother could no longer tolerate the master raising the land tax to 30/70, so he gathered the people who had previously rebelled and raised the flag again."

"The eldest brother led the men and stormed into the master's house, hanging the master's head on a tree at the village entrance."

"Now, elder brother is the master."

"My elder brother distributed the land he held to the brothers who had joined him in the rebellion."

"Because I always remembered my mother's words, 'Do not rebel,' I did not participate. As a result, I was isolated by my eldest brother, who took back all my land."

"Mother, I have nothing now."

"What should I do?"

Lu Xiaoniu fell into deep self-doubt.

Lu Xiao saw all of this.

He no longer wants to stop halfway through his acceleration; he simply doesn't want to see such a distressing situation.

Two words were conveyed.

"persist in."

Besides these two words, Lu Xiao could not find any other suitable words.

The voice of perseverance echoed in his mind, and Buddha gave Lu Xiaoniu a shot of adrenaline and a sense of reassurance.

My mother said to persevere, so I will persevere!

Lu Xiao frantically pressed the speed-up button; he didn't want to stop for even a second.

Qingming Festival 189

"Mother! Lord Tao Qian has arrived in Xuzhou and suppressed the resurgence of the Yellow Turban Rebellion!"

"My elder brother took his money and the concubines he had taken when he was a master, abandoned his wife and daughters, and ran away."

"I couldn't bear to see my elder brother's wife and daughters beheaded by the soldiers as family members of rebels, so I lied and said they were my family members, thus saving their lives."

"Mother, I don't regret what I did. Even though my elder brother treated me like that before."

"Later, Tao Gong issued a decree that unregistered households could occupy unclaimed wasteland. I re-registered my household, and my family of three could occupy more than fifty mu of land!"

"Persistence will eventually lead to success!"

At this moment, Lu Xiaoniu had grown into a grown-up.

Although his face looked young, it exuded a simple and honest charm.

Lu Xiaoniu was waiting for his mother's reply.

However, after much consideration, Lu Xiao still forced himself to refrain from conveying his meaning.

He wants to save the opportunity for next year.

Now that Tao Qian has taken control of Xuzhou, Cao Cao will launch several campaigns against Xuzhou.

Wherever they went, they slaughtered and annihilated, leaving only white bones exposed in the fields, and the Si River ceased to flow.

Tan County, where Lu Xiaoniu lived, was a place where Cao Cao's executioner's blade fell.

In the grand sweep of history, how could Lu Xiaoniu, an ordinary citizen, possibly protect himself?

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It went straight until the Qingming Festival in 190 AD.

For Lu Xiao, it was only a blink of an eye, but now there was another person standing in front of the grave.

Lu Xiaoniu stood before the grave with his pregnant wife.

"Mother, I'm married! I'm taking this opportunity of Qingming Festival to inform you again!"

Before Lu Xiaoniu could continue speaking.

Lu Xiao relayed the message directly.

"We'll head south when the time is right!"