Chapter 2: Turning to the Law After Murder and Arson

“Hmph!”

Li Liye raised his eyebrows and sneered, “I never knew you had such ambition.”

He tapped lightly on Li Gui’s chest with his finger, reproaching him as if scolding iron for not becoming steel:

“You’re such a fool!”

“If you were the celestial scholar descended from the heavens and passed the imperial exam to become an official, naturally you wouldn’t have to live under others.”

“If you were willing to diligently practice martial arts and serve under Old Lord Zhong, perhaps you could even secure a position with a wife and children.”

“At worst, if you’re willing to endure hardship, I could send you to learn a trade, at least to support yourself.”

“But you—your reading only scratches the surface, you can’t endure the hardships of martial training, you lack the patience to learn a craft, and yet you say you refuse to live under others?”

“What exactly do you want?”

“Do you intend to become a bandit who cuts through the wilderness?”

Li Gui raised an eyebrow, lifted his chin, and looked down on the world:

“Banditry is just child’s play, no future in it!”

“Have you ever heard the saying, ‘Those who commit murder and arson will be granted amnesty upon surrender’?”

Li Liye was startled. After scrutinizing his nephew, he suddenly burst into loud laughter.

“It’s not that I underestimate you, but with your frail body, you want to rebel?”

“Do you know how many constables there are in this county? Who do you think you can beat?”

“There’s the notorious Blue-Eyed Tiger, Li Yun, with his single saber—who dares defy him?”

“Even you aside, I, your uncle, have practiced martial arts since childhood, and I dare say I have few equals in Yishui County, yet I wouldn’t dare speak of rebellion.”

“You’d better give up early.”

Li Gui was not angry. For anyone else, it would be hard to believe that in the great Song Dynasty, rebellion could be so easily attempted.

During the Song era alone, there were over 400 instances of rebellion, yet the combined history of the Northern and Southern Song only spanned 319 years. In other words, on average, more than one rebellion occurred every year.

Moreover, the Song Dynasty was the most lenient in granting amnesty to rebels.

Officials in the court were shrewd and practical; after repeated failed sieges, they inevitably chose the most economical and effective method to solve problems once and for all.

They knew very well that most rebellions were caused by officials oppressing the people, leaving them no choice. Rather than wasting silver on sieges, it was better to placate the rebels with minor official appointments.

In the lands of the Song Dynasty, overthrowing the court in one fell swoop was extremely difficult.

Though the people lived in hardship, most identified strongly with the dynasty. To turn them into rebels required utter desperation and no other recourse.

But if the rebellion’s goal was to be granted amnesty, then it was much easier.

Why did so many former imperial generals ultimately surrender to Liangshan? Was it not because, as Song Jiang said, “We only wait for the court’s amnesty, sooner or later to become officials”?

If Song Jiang had instead claimed, “When we establish our kingdom here, each of us shall have the rank of duke or marquis,” what do you think those imperial generals would have done?

They would have fought to the death against such “traitorous rebels.”

Li Gui himself harbored no resistance to amnesty.

In the past, Zhang Shicheng and Zhang Xianzhong had been granted amnesty but later rebelled again.

Having learned from such successful examples of rebellion, Li Gui was determined to study them carefully.

Rebel, withstand the court’s attacks, and then be granted amnesty to become a minor official.

Once power and fame were accumulated, find an excuse to rebel again, escalate the conflict, and if you can repel the court’s suppression once more, another amnesty will bring a higher post.

To become a high official, one must accomplish great deeds.

The magnitude of one’s achievements determines the rank one may hold.

If Sun Wukong hadn’t caused havoc in the underworld and stolen the Register of Life and Death, he wouldn’t have been recruited as the Keeper of the Horses. If he hadn’t routed the heavenly troops led by Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, he wouldn’t have earned the title “Great Sage, Equal of Heaven.” If he hadn’t rebelled in Heaven itself, he wouldn’t have become the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

As for whether Li Gui himself will one day don the imperial robe and declare himself emperor, that remains to be seen.

Becoming emperor is never a decision made by the would-be emperor alone.

“Uncle, my resolve to rebel is firm. Please do not try to dissuade me further.”

Seeing Li Gui’s determination and seriousness, Li Liye grew flustered.

“Ah, rebellion is no joke, you mustn’t act recklessly!”

“If it’s the debts at the Treasure Gambling House that trouble you, don’t worry. I still have some savings and can help you pay them off.”

Li Gui grabbed Li Liye’s shoulder and pushed him toward the door.

“Uncle, you’re an honest man. Don’t meddle in my affairs. Be careful that my rebellion doesn’t implicate you!”

“What kind of talk is that? I, your uncle, how could I—”

Li Liye’s face darkened, ready to retort, but suddenly his tongue seemed to tie itself in knots, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t speak firmly.

“Uncle, you have a family to care for. You need not be dragged down by me. From today on, we are cut off. If one day I am granted amnesty, I will repay you then.”

Though Li Liye was tall and strong and a seasoned martial artist, at this moment he was easily pushed out the door by Li Gui.

Li Gui slammed the broken door shut with great force, causing the beams and straw in the room to shake and fall. Then, inside, he shouted loudly:

“The money I earn is mine to spend as I please. What right have you to come here and nag?”

“Don’t think that just because you share the surname Li, you’re the same family as me!”

“My affairs have nothing more to do with you. Don’t come knocking on my door again!”

In the cramped slums, houses were close together, and Li Gui’s loud voice quickly drew the curious attention of neighbors.

Outside, Li Liye glanced around and saw the many nosy busybodies peering from doorways and alleys. He immediately understood Li Gui’s intentions and knew the matter was hopeless. He could only shake his head in resignation and shout back:

“You crazy lunatic!”

“Know your limits, for heaven’s sake! All day dreaming impossible dreams!”

“Aren’t you afraid one day you’ll get arrested and have your head chopped off?”

“You don’t want me to control you, but do you think I want to bother with you?”

“Take care of yourself from now on. I’ve no patience for your nonsense!”

After cursing, Li Liye frowned deeply, lowered his head, and left with worry.

Inside the house, Li Gui listened to his uncle’s seemingly harsh but still concerned words outside and sighed silently.

If he weren’t a transmigrant, perhaps he would have stayed with this caring uncle and not gone hungry.

But if he weren’t a transmigrant, Li Gui himself would not have realized his uncle’s kindness and would have been hacked to death by Li Kui long ago, his flesh roasted for a meal.

He listened carefully until the footsteps faded away, then pushed the door open once more, looked around, and shouted fiercely at the curious onlookers:

“Keep staring if you dare!”

The elderly, weak, and women nearby immediately scattered like birds and beasts, unwilling to provoke this fierce man.

Li Gui glared around fiercely, and seeing no one dared to steal another glance, he strode toward the city.

Dusk was falling. He hadn’t eaten all day; his stomach was pressing against his back. His urgent priority was to fill it before thinking of anything else.

Now penniless and with a ruined reputation, no one would extend him credit.

In the past, when money was tight, he did odd jobs or worked as a servant for wealthy families, earning a few coins to survive.

Sometimes, luck favored him with some extra for a treat or to try his luck at the gambling house.

But now, with a new soul, he had no patience for menial labor or servitude.

Eliminating all low-efficiency ways of making money, the only path left was robbery.

Since rebellion was inevitable, he might as well use this opportunity to make a name for himself.

In the world of Water Margin, the difference between fame and obscurity was vast.

The famous were greeted with bowed heads and called “brother,” with gold and silver willingly handed over. Some even won the position of bandit chief effortlessly.

But the nobodies were looked down on, chased away with trifling gifts.

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