Hangzhou, on the sloping ground where tea trees lined up under Dusongling in Tianmu Mountain, Wang Dun'er, with thick hands and feet, and his face covered in black wrinkles, also poured a large pottery bowl of earthen tea, and then sat under the pergola exuding the fragrance of banana leaves and rushes. Fan the wind with taro leaves.
If it is usual, chances are that there will be a loud yelling and cursing from the bushes and fields. Maybe he will kick a few feet for urging, but he will also draw a whip as a leisurely "lazy". The "ghosts" are so as to follow the example.
But at least for the moment he doesn't have to worry about it or be cautious all the time; because this situation has been going on for quite a few days since he was unbelievable at the beginning and now he is accustomed to it.
It’s also because the princes, stewards, and subordinates on the mountain and down the mountain have changed their positions recently; instead of pushing them for their debts over the years and the tax vacancies of the year, they have become disdainful and stern. Somewhat amiable or lenient in speaking.
And as the co-owners of most land and forests in Shiliba Township, as well as the foreigners of most of the villagers’ creditors, they also began to give them these mud legs that would not take a look at them on weekdays, and provide them with tea and rest. Blessings such as the pergola and useful tools come.
Even if someone is unable to support the family and wants to borrow some coarse grains of miscellaneous rice mixed with bran and sand; those accountants with expressionless nostrils turned out to be exceptionally talkative; they even actively asked whether to borrow more Go ahead and get less rest.
In the pledge shop that Zhuangshang used to transform objects and save the waste, they no longer sneered at the things they brought. Basically, as long as they were willing to take it, they would give them a price.
However, the only condition and requirement behind all this is to be vigilant and guard against all foreigners and new faces. Especially those who are obviously stronger than ordinary dealers, once they are discovered, they must be reported to the dealer for information and disposal.
As a result, even the local merchandisers and private traffickers who often go to the local area are in bad luck. I only heard that they never came out after they even entered the Zhuangzi with people carrying cargo loads and carts.
However, Wang Dun'er, who is honest, can't be like other people. He would envy those few people who depended on foreigners to exchange a few bags of food; he just thought it would be good if these days can be maintained a little longer.
After all, from his memories and the most simple cognition in his life, those lords would not show kindness and benefit for no reason. It's like the example money they released and turned it into fields, livestock, houses and household items, and the deeds were taken back.
Although most of the time they always say with a hateful look, that the Zhuangzi can take in their shabby families in these villages and give them land rent, which is a great kindness.
Not to mention that in this difficult and troubled world, the volunteers were raised to protect the countryside and bless Li Shu's righteous deeds and feats. Therefore, no matter how bitter and tired they are, compared to those in other countries who have suffered disasters and fires, they can only be displaced without knowing that they filled the gully on that day. That is an incredible blessing.
However, in the impression that Wang Dun'er has since opened his eyes, it is that the more the relief provided by these village owners and masters, the longer the time to protect the village and the land; the number of dilapidated families in the village has also become more and more, going up the mountains and wandering around. There are more and more rumors of scourge robbers, and the fields and forests everywhere are more and more connected, and they are marked as the border card of the owner and the squire.
It's like his father and grandfather spent two generations, carrying the soil and picking stones, piercing the shoulders and breaking the waist and breaking the wasteland of Banpo Chashan; thinking that he was the inheritance of the family, he turned into a village when he was born. The land boundary of the Lord.
It was because his father secretly accepted a refugee woman to be his wife at home, so he had him. As a result, Zhuang Ding took clubs and ropes to come to the house to argue the crime, saying that he had hidden the fugitive slaves from the village privately. As a result, his grandfather was so angry that his family and Chashan became the owner's possession.
However, his parents quickly became exhausted from overwork, and he still had to continue feeding ducks and geese to the owner in order to repay the young man. Fortunately, when he was a little older, he could go up to the mountain to catch finches, mice, fish and prawns, so he stumbled and lived to such an age.
Of course, he had also faintly heard another kind of rhetoric and rumors circulating among the servants of the village. It is the grass thieves who have eaten countless people in the north but were driven away by the masters are coming again. If they are allowed to succeed for a while, then even men, women and children will be inevitable;
In particular, the leaders like the heart and liver of giving birth to children most, thinking that the ecstasy drives people to climb the city and fill up the wicked way. It is also good to grind the young green seedlings into meat sauce, and cut the woman into large pieces and pickle dried preserved preserved breasts for the marching food, so that they can go everywhere without losing food.
However, he has never seen the horrible thief in the rumor; but now that the government and the subordinates are mostly gone, the taxes, levies, and miscellaneous donations are not reduced at all; this year alone, the masters sent them to urge money and food. There were more than a dozen waves of eager people crossing the field like locusts.
Then as more and more young men were taken away to help the thieves, the labor on the tea mountain and the fields became somewhat stretched. Therefore, he has never been caught up between the tea hills and the fields in the water tank house where he worked day and night, and continued to work with sweat and mud.
Therefore, when the master who was first discovered began to show kindness, he was as uneasy as other people for a long time, for fear that something was wrong or a taboo. But after a long time, I will slowly look away, even if the masters repented afterwards.
I don’t want other people to borrow or owe money on this, and even take the opportunity to mortgage a lot of things, thinking that it’s a huge advantage. Isn’t it just drinking more tea and taking a few more breaths while working? Is it possible that someone can ask for it? Did you spit it out as it was
Suddenly, there was the sound of gongs and drums being knocked down the mountain, and some people were yelling: The people who were working and resting on the mountain were all startled.
"Good news, great news..."
"Wuxian Sun Lao Sima broke the thieves' army. Since then, the Taiping thieves have heard of the wind, and the whole territory is safe..."
"Little Langjun was ordered to pursue the remnant thieves, and he won the class..."
Then he tremblingly saw a plain cloth printed and dyed under the banner of the Big Dipper; several gongs and drummers opened the way, and the youngest son outside the owner of the horseman, who is said to have a historian, also rode a variegated horse. And arrogantly looking around.
Behind him, a group of Turkmen soldiers in messy clothes were pulling into a team, holding shining knives and guns, holding pigs and sheep in their hands, holding chickens and ducks, talking loudly and walking slowly on the dirt road.
Among them, some unkempt prisoners were still escorted, but most of them were women with disheveled clothes and crying endlessly; but what kind of situation would make these women be thieves, Wang Duner did not dare I can't bear to read it anymore.
Because this would make him unable to help but think of his early mother, in the vague impression that she was born into a refugee and had a difficult fate, always holding him for a while, but in the end she didn't have to survive the bitter woman.
It’s just that when they came down to the mountain with their own minds to stop work, but they left the wooden yoke at the entrance of the village for a long time, they were once again tied up with a lot of people who were begging and waited; and several villagers with whips in their hands were teaching loudly What's going on.
Wang Dun'er couldn’t help being both scared and rejoicing. The things and cheapness of the masters are really not so easy to take. No, after Ma Xiaolangjun and the people came back, everyone was fortunate that the momentary good days were worse than dogs. Hurry up, everything is over for Chuang Ding.
He also recognizes some of these people who are wearing slings. Some of them took the opportunity to borrow new debts from the old man when their old accounts were not cleared, some mortgaged a large amount of dilapidated household items, and others were those who were rewarded by the original foreigners.
And he just drank more tea and rested for a while. Afterwards, he really needed to be held accountable, but it was just a few more days of work for compensation; anyway, what he owed the master in this life is already unclear, let alone. It is a descendant that may never be there again.
However, Wang Duner and others were quickly stopped, and a soldier wearing a half-length leather pocket declared loudly:
"Xiao Langjun has contributed to the thieves in the township, and everyone in the township must contribute their efforts to reward. Each Ding Zhuang pays five articles, and women and children have three articles."
The other soldiers with greasy mouths beside them were laying their hands on the knives and guns coldly watching them show their stunned feelings, and then begged for mercy and begged on the spot, obviously ignorant of their mud legs; although they may have been there before. Someone was one of them.
"Nian Zai Er, etc., don’t have enough money, let everyone come up with three buckets of millet... Anyway, it’s also for everyone’s thoughtfulness and the peace of the country."
At this time, the steward at the side came over again and acted kindly and mercifully.
"Of course, if you don't have money on hand, then you can give the villager a contract and find something as a guarantee. It will be better in the future... Anyway, it is all the folks in the village, and the master can't just sit back and watch people starve to death. ..."
Among them, Wang Dun'er also encountered her own troubles. A Chuang Ding with a crooked neck and slanted eyes put a tip stick on his shoulder and sneered:
"You are not honest at all. These days, I can see clearly how many bowls of tea I have drunk before and after, and how many times I have smashed the idle work! You said, how should this be counted?"
At this moment, Wang Dun'er's rickety back seemed to have been pulled apart and collapsed. She knelt on the ground with a plop, turning into a mournful creeping sound.
"I...I...I just want to do it well..."
—I am the dividing line —
At the same time, in Fengzhou, Shannan West Road.
After temporarily solving the problems faced by Dasanguan, the privy envoy Yang Fugong was also escorted by Lu Hongyan, who was escorted by the crowds, and began the journey of going south to meet the holy driver.
So it was the turn of the loyal generals who were leaving Li, Ji, Lang, and Bi states to be sad. Li Shitai, Lizhou, who was the first to bear the brunt, was caught off guard by his subordinates, Kaicheng, and caught alive between the drunk beds.
Then Bizhou Zhai never dared to resist wanting to lead the troops out, but was sacrificed by his subordinates. When Pang Cong from Jizhou heard the news, he gathered his troops and set up a card to resist, but he secretly took the proficiency and the softness from the search, and fled to Xingyuan Mansion and went to Song Hao.
In the end, only Wang Jian, who was in Langzhou, saw the opportunity quickly, wrapped in the nominal Shanxi Jiedu envoy Niu Xie, and led the crowd to fly south to Guozhou and Hezhou.
In Hanzhou, north of Chengdu, Gao Renhou, who was waiting, defeated the governors of Shu, Mausoleum, Jian and Peng who came to support nearby, and captured the governors of Jianzhou and Pengzhou. But there is still nothing to do with the high walls of Chengdu Taicheng.
At this time, he received the Jianmen Pass north of Dongchuan in the rear, and was breached and occupied by unknown armed forces. (End of this chapter)