Chapter 6 Section VI

At dusk, Dahei was still sitting cross-legged in the middle of the open space.The rain has long since stopped. Looking at the sky far away from the street, there are two burning black smoke rising from the Yamen and Master Qin's residence. Still standing beside Dahei were Xiao Maozi, Brother Ha, Sun Er, and several townspeople.The way they looked at Dahei was like looking at a statue in a temple. "We..." Xiao Maozi looked at the scorched smoke on the other side of the yamen. "...Why don't we escape together tomorrow." "Why did you run away?" Dahei's expression remained calm.

"After doing something like this... the soldiers from the state capital will come sooner or later." "We can escape, but the people in the town can't escape!" "But... as soon as the officers and soldiers arrive, we will die." Brother Ha still couldn't believe what happened just now, his voice was still trembling. "There is nothing inevitable in this world." Dahei stood up and said. "There is only cause and effect. And human will." Xiao Maozi half understood, but he didn't laugh anymore. "Where did you hear these words?"

"Did you forget?" Dahei smiled at him. "Those books, I read them from inside." "Then what shall we do in the future?" Xiao Maozi asked again after a round of silence. Dahei squatted down, grabbed a handful of sand, and let the sand slip through his fingers. "It's been ten years..." He stood up again, and stretched his fingers to the far east. "I was there ten years ago, and I saw it with my own eyes: on the highest tower, another flag was changed." His voice sounded like a dream. "But it's been ten years, I've been to many places, and I found that the world has not changed at all. I have seen many people starving like the people here. My favorite relatives are starving to death, and I am most afraid of seeing hunger..."

His eyes seemed to look beyond distant space, seeing again where his fingers were aiming. "I see. The hunger won't go away until there's a different kind of owner there." "What kind of person?" Xiao Maozi asked. "Poor people, like you."
On the third day after the mobs in Seed Town occupied the town, Dahei made a flag with his own hands. There are no dyes in town.So he used three things to dye: the juice of the grass, the soil, and the blood of the animals. On that day, the green, yellow and red tricolor flag was hung high on the flagpole next to the open space, fluttering in the wind of the plateau.

Sickle's journey finally came to an end after ten years. Next, is the struggle.