"I don't know when it started, but the Lord of Heaven seemed as if He had taken the wrong medicine, constantly changing. Our crops continually decrease in yield, and the Emperor doesn't care about the life and death of us commoners, still imposing harsh taxes relentlessly. We have no choice but to hide in these mountains and forests, barely scraping by," Wang Er said with a sigh.
After a moment of contemplation, Chen Xiang asked, "If that's the case, why don't you rise up?" Ever since Chen Sheng and Wu Guang's rebellion, whenever the people could no longer sustain their livelihood, there would surely be those who took up poles as banners, chopped wood for weapons, and turned the universe upside down, changing the state of the realm.
"What is 'taking up poles as banners'?" Wang Er asked, puzzled, yet he thought to himself that an immortal really is an immortal, speaking in such profound and unfathomable ways.
