Sam.
After Pradi and his poor neighbors worked hard to reclaim a piece of land in the wilderness of the Bosnian Golan (which would later become the Golan Heights and Lebanon), the vicious Persian nobles took it away.They were forced to drive their cattle and sheep to the public pastures to graze, and the nobles took possession of the public pastures, leaving them with nowhere to live.Sam.
Pradi had no choice, so he led a group of young people to work as masons in big cities such as Ctesiphon and Damascus.In order to achieve his hegemony, but also to defeat the old enemy Romans and the new enemy British, Massoud repeatedly raised troops, mobilized countless manpower, requisitioned property can not be calculated, a large number of soldiers, people died on the battlefield and labor, due to the extreme lack of labor and livestock in the Persian countryside, a large number of cultivated land in the originally rich crescent of fertile land was abandoned, and the social economy was seriously damaged, but even so, Massoud still did not stop the pace of his conquest.In order to continue the war, they had to increase the raid on the people, like Saman.
Ordinary people like Pradi were squeezed to the extreme, and in recent years the plague had spread throughout Persia, and some of his companions had died, some of them were so sick that they couldn't get up, and they were dying, only Saman.
Prady was physically strong and not overwhelmed by illness.But he couldn't get along alone outside, so he had to return to his hometown alone with tools on his back to reunite with his family, and besides, he hadn't been home for a long time, and he was quite concerned about his wife and children at home.But when he got home, he saw a big hole in the roof of the house made of branches and blades of grass, and that his father and mother had died of the plague, and that only his weak wife and sick son were dying on each other.When his wife saw him returning, she threw herself into his bosom and wept like a tearful man, choking and saying, "Saman.
Prady, do you think this home is still a home?
If you don't have anything to eat, and if you don't live like a person who lives, can you still live?
”Sam.
Prady stroked his skinny wife and looked at his unconscious son, his eyes were full of golden flowers, and two strings of tears couldn't help but roll down.He helped his wife to sit on the earthen platform, and went to bend down to touch the sick child's head, and then comforted his wife and said: "I know that you are suffering at home, I finally earned a few dollars outside during this time, and I also bought a little medicine back, alas, now that my father and mother have died, I have managed to save it, but our life has to continue to survive...
Not for anyone else, but for little Azmon......."
At this time, a dog barked outside the door, and his wife was frightened to Saman.
Prady said, "They're here again!"
”"Who are they?"
Sam.
Prady frowned."
It's not a poll tax yet!"
The wife said."
Poll tax?"
Sam.
Prady blinked and said, "Hana, didn't I hand it over before I left?"
”"You don't know, it's added again."
His wife, Hana, said.Sam.
Prady took the mason knife in his left hand and stepped out of the door, only to see a small tax collector standing in front of the door with a large flower dog and two dog legs.Sam.
Prady asked, "What are you going to do?"
”"What for?"
The petty official bared his teeth and said, "Haha, Prady, I heard that your kid made a fortune outside and came back, so you should pay the poll tax, right?"
Of the five members of your family, although two died, they only died recently, and the poll tax had to be paid.....""
But haven't we already handed it over?"
Sam.
Prady said."
Saman.
Pradi," said the tax collector, turning his head to one side, "I don't blame you, you don't know about it outside, but now the great Shahansha has decreed that in order to regain our Persian homeland, and to defeat the hated English and Romans, the poll tax must be increased threefold, that is, three silver coins per man.How can you not make up for it?
This is the will of Shahansha..""
What is the will of Shahansha, it is not your fault!
Three silver coins are equivalent to three years of income for a hired man!
”Sam.
Prady said loudly that if this method was collected, then they would really not be able to live.The tax collector's face was flushed, and he shook the rope in his hand, and the big flower dog turned to Saman.
Prady pounced, and with a knife in his hand, he cut off half of the dog's head, and the dog fell to the ground with a howl.The tax collector was anxious and shouted, "Tie him up for me!"
”Two doglegs are going to come up and pull people, Saman.
Prady said, "Don't be busy, buddy!
You two are not my opponents, let's discuss it, how about it?
”The petty officer knows about Saman.
Pradi has two strengths, and he doesn't know what will happen when he really fights, thinking of this, he had to suppress his anger and say, "First, pay my dog, a silver coin."
Second, the poll tax will be paid according to the supplement, and your parents, if they have passed away, they will be reduced by half. ”Sam.
Prady glared at the junior official and said, "Okay, I'll hand it over to you the day after tomorrow."
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Not today, my wife and son are sick, so I have to take them to see a doctor first, and then take them to a few friends to get back the wages they borrowed so that I can make up the taxes. ”The tax collector snorted and said, "That's it, don't delay any longer.....
After saying that, he took the messenger and dragged the dead dog away.Sam.
When Prady was arguing with the tax collector outside the door, his wife Hana was in a hurry indoors, and when she heard the argument stop, she was relieved, but heard that Saman.
Prady promised to pay the dog and pay the poll tax, and he was anxious again.Sam.
As soon as Prady stepped through the door, she said, "Prady, you are crazy, how can we afford to pay dogs and taxes?"
”"Hey, let's coax them away first."
Sam.
Prady said."
Well, they're coming tomorrow!"
Hana said."
Otherwise, let's run away tonight."
Sam.
Prady thought for a moment and said."
Run??
Prady, where are we going to run??
”Hana said sadly, "Are we going to flee to the Romans?"
They are all Christians and will not accept our ......"
"If we don't go to Rome, we will find a way to go to East Persia......
I've heard people say it's a lot better than ours......
"Saman.
Prady said."
Huh??
Isn't that Mazdak territory?
Are we not Mazdak believers, and they will accept us?
”Don't look at Hana following Saman.
Prady lived a hard life, but her background was not simple, she was the daughter of the owner of an Azatan manor, but her family was in the middle of the road, so she was cheaper than Saman.
Prady.Due to her parents' influence, Hana didn't like Mazdak very much."
You are truly a woman's insight, and Mazdak is the organization of our poor......"
Saman.
Pradi said word by word, "Over there is the human messenger of the great god Ahura, Merat, the territory of His Majesty the Emperor, he is kind to us ordinary people, I have heard, over there are the children of the poor, and they also have the right and opportunity to go to school, and even become officials and nobles....."
That's right, Saman.
Prady was a follower of the Mazdak cult that had been reformed by Lelu, and he came into contact with Mazdak while working as a mason in Ctesiphon, and then became a madman of Mazdak."
But we're so far away from there......
Besides, if we have to cross the border, if we are discovered, our family's life will be lost....."
Hana said again."
Staying here is death, running away is death, and escaping still has a chance to live......"
Saman said.
Prady said categorically, "I have decided, our family will go to my friend Ardashir first, maybe he will have a way to cure little Azmon's illness......
Hearing her husband say this, Hana did not object, she began to pack up her salute and prepare to meet Saman.
Prady fled with his own son.Sam.
The Pradi family was so destitute that they couldn't find anything to take away, only a few tattered clothes that they couldn't afford to throw away.Sam.
Prady bundled his clothes and mason's tools, and in the dark of the night, let his wife and son ride on a thin horse, wrapped himself on his back, and held a sturdy wooden stick, and quietly left his hometown and embarked on an unknown journey.