Chapter 3 Family Law
In Dasangli, outside Chengyangjingwang Temple, there is a yellow mud field.
At this time, the atmosphere on the field was particularly solemn.
The wooden cart that was originally used as Liu Gong's temporary office had been overturned by Zhang Heizi and was used as a simple horse-stopping cart.
Rejecting Ma Nei is for my brother Luocao, a righteous bandit, plus the heroic hero who is anxious for public good and loves justice.
Beyond the horse is the warrior who is working for the tiger.
The two groups were facing each other like this. The former was a bit more tragic because of the small number of people.
But the tragedy was soon broken.
Another group of people rushed out from the ancestral hall, about twenty people, all wearing linen and straw sandals and wearing yellow scarves on their foreheads.
Seeing the bearded man in Juma Nei, he hurriedly ran behind him and confronted Zhang Hong's troops.
Zhang Chong, who was on the periphery, felt his heart skip a beat when he saw this group of people.
Because, he saw his father, two uncles and his eldest brother in the crowd.
And the yellow scarves on their foreheads made him feel even worse.
But after thinking about it, Zhang Chong hurriedly joined his father and brother's team and confronted the opponent unarmed.
Zhang Gouzi looked at his son, who was only wearing calf-nose pants, and didn't say anything. He just pushed him toward the middle.
Zhang Hong's troops obviously didn't have any intentions. Seeing the sudden increase in the number of people in the bearded team, there was obviously a commotion.
One or two of them looked towards the ancestral hall behind them from time to time, obviously waiting for Zhang Hong and others to come out so that they could make up their minds.
Taking advantage of the panic on the other side, the bearded man whispered to Zhang Heizi:
"Heizi, be smart and go first. I have a horse tied to a horse post outside the community. You can ride it back to the mountains. You are not from our religion. I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you for a while."< br>
"Taoist, unless Heizi doesn't know Gao Hou, Heizi will take it as a dead end. Although he is a stubborn creature, he has never left his friends behind and ran away alone. It's okay to lose his life, but the word 'righteousness' , Don’t throw it away even if you die. Daoshi, don’t try to persuade him. Just see how this iron house and Liu Gong can take the black head of Heizi.”
Speaking of this, Heizi roared:
"Haha! Let them come."
"Okay!"
"Color!"
Seeing Zhang Heizi's strong words, the bearded man and the people around him cheered.
But Zhang Heizi didn't want to leave, but Zhang Chong was eager to leave.
Although he was surrounded by his father and brothers, he didn't feel safe at all. At this time, the sweat on his nose couldn't stop breaking out.
Three days ago, he was still a modern man. He was so old. Not to mention seeing blood, he had not even seen a few fights.
Now, these two groups of ancient people are obviously on the verge of a fight.
Although they have a large number of people, they only have two weapons in total, one of which is a short and cute knife.
The other side is not said to be armed to the teeth, but it is basically fully armed. Coupled with the yellow belts tied on the foreheads of his father and brothers, Zhang Chong was even more bleeding.
He knows what age he is in.
In the Han Dynasty, farmers wearing yellow scarves were related to what the bearded man said earlier.
He still didn't understand that he had traveled to the late Eastern Han Dynasty and became a member of Taiping Dao.
It's over this time, and even golden fingers can't save it.
But for now, there is good news.
Through the golden finger, Zhang Chong saw that of the dozen or so people on the opposite side, only two of them had windows on their heads, and they were all "mastered in the art of ring-shou swordsmanship." It seemed that they were not as good as the bearded ones.
Zhang Chong was going through many twists and turns in his heart, and there were changes on the field.
Perhaps the bearded man was too powerful, and one of Zhang Hong's subordinates became impatient, and rushed forward with the Huanshou knife in hand.
This person's head is wrapped in a green scarf, and he wears a double-breasted collar, long sleeves, and the cuffs are tightly tied with red sleeves.
The large hakama at the hem, the hemp shoes on the feet, and the neat warrior's attire are already extraordinary just by looking at the appearance.
He held the handle of the knife with both hands, and pointed the knife-holding hands upward toward the bearded man. He followed the knife as fast as a flying bird.
Zhang Chong almost exhaled when he saw this scene.
It turns out that this damn golden finger is not reliable at all, it actually misses the factor of physical fitness.
Take the samurai in front of you. Although he only mastered sword skills, he was obviously strong and fast. Before Zhang Chong, a layman, could react, he struck out with one move.
The bearded man glanced, which was obviously an accident, but he still didn't have time to react. He turned around, twisted the knife, and hit the opposite blade sideways at a faster speed.
As soon as the center line is broken, he rushes in, changes the knife into a stab, and thrusts it straight into the opponent's throat.
Before the young man could react, the knife was already stuck at his throat, and he was so shocked that he couldn't move.
The bearded man snatched his knife and kicked him in the knee socket. The green-headed man immediately knelt down in the wet yellow mud, kneeling firmly.
The bearded man looked at him sideways and said scornfully:
"You have a good figure, but don't use this knife carelessly. If you don't lose face, you will lose your life."
The green-headed man's face turned black after being ridiculed, and he was about to hit the bearded man's knife.
The bearded man didn't expect this man to be so fierce, so he quickly put away the knife, stepped back, and stood in front of everyone.
"Qingnu, if you want to use your fierceness to commit suicide, why don't you use it to practice swordsmanship? What! Practicing swordsmanship is more difficult than death." The green-headed man, who was kneeling in the mud, trembled when he heard this sound. Next, he was about to mutter a few words, but gave up and knelt to the side, laying his head on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
The person who said this was a lanky old man with sparse hair and beard, who built a hut.
He simply wore a single coat and a layer of gauze, held a dove stick, and walked slowly from the ancestral hall.
There were several others following him.
Except for Liu Gong, whom I just met, who is a brave man wearing a leather beanie, a deep double-breasted coat, and leather boots, the rest is a scholar with wide sleeves and a high crown.
This old man is obviously the third elder in Da Sang, the local powerful man and the clan leader, Zhang Hong.
At this time, Zhang Chong, who was in the crowd on Taiping Road, looked at the twisted pop-up window that read "Proficient in Halberd Throwing" hanging above the old man's head, and was secretly speechless.
The old man must not be judged by his appearance!
The brave man following the old man was his son Zhang Qiu, and in Zhang Chong's eyes, he should not be underestimated.
Just because he also has a hanging window hanging on his head, and like the bearded man, he is "proficient in the art of ring-headed sword".
Unexpectedly, a small country powerhouse could have such a warrior.
Zhang Qiuben worked as the director of the pavilion next door, and went home to help with the clan's spring festival because of his sleep.
And the scholar next to him, with wide sleeves and a high crown, was Lang Tong, the wizard hired by Da Sangli with a lot of money.
I just don’t know why he is dressed as a Confucian scholar even though he is a wizard.
Zhang Hong didn't look at the young slave kneeling there, but said solemnly to the bearded man:
"Sacrifice to the honorable envoy, I have always been good to the Tao of Taiping, just because I respected the great sage and sage teacher, traveled thousands of mountains, waded through floods, and suffered from epidemic diseases. The people in Dasangli and the clansmen in the Xu clan have received many blessings. .
"But the Spring Festival is a major event in the Xian clan, so why would the respected envoy fight and destroy the friendship between the villagers? Is this the intention of the respected envoy, or the meaning of the noble sect?"
Zhang Hong is old-fashioned, and his words are upright and logical.
He even pointed out directly to the bearded man whether there was a festival or not, and whether it violated the teachings of Taiping Tao.
But Zhang Hong spoke solemnly, but there were still people in the scene who refused to give him this respect.
Duman, the mat maker mentioned earlier, was whispering to Zhang Dan, the drummer next to him:
"Sure enough, as the saying goes, 'If you have a bald head, use a gauze to cover the house.' Even though he is so old, he still needs a gauze to cover his bald head. Just like the things he did, he wanted to cover up his baldness."
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The words were dirty and playful, which made the drummer Zhang Dan laugh out loud.
But this smile attracted Zhang Hong. The old man just glanced at the two of them without interfering, and stared at the bearded man again.
He knew this man named Ji Sun, a rural envoy from Jinan on Taiping Road in Qingzhou. It was said that he was a former soldier of the Northern Army.
Later, for some reason, in addition to his military status, he joined Taiping Road and became a township envoy, in charge of the educational affairs of the township.
As for those behind him who were wrapped in yellow scarves, they were not from Taiping Road at all. They were all subordinates in the clan who neither accepted the clan's arrangement of being tenants nor could afford to support their relatives.
It's probably because the money from the community was collected during the spring festival, and the collection was so ruthless that he pretended to be a Taiping Taoist. He also invited the Taoist envoy from the township to offer sacrifices to his grandson and to do some justice.
Oh!
Seeing the official arrival, the bearded Sun Ji stepped forward, bowed to Zhang Hong, and said:
"Supreme Middle Huang Taiyi! Zhang Xinshi is a friend of our religion. In the past, believers provided food and clothing for the believers, so it stands to reason that I shouldn't disturb them at this time."
After a pause, he changed the subject:
"But last night I received a bunch of letters from fellow practitioners in the church, saying something. I felt like something was stuck in my throat, so I came to Dasangli all night just to discuss this matter with Zhang Xinshi. Otherwise, I am really serious about the superior. It’s not easy to communicate with others, and I feel ashamed of the trust placed in me by my superiors.”
"I wonder what the honorable envoy is talking about?" Zhang Hong frowned and asked slowly.
In front of the grandson ceremony, he said loudly:
"I, the Taiping Dao, follow Huang Tian's rule and protect the common people. I want to come to this world to create peace. How?"
"The first thing is to eat, whether it is wheat rice or millet rice. Only when the common people have eaten enough can the world be peaceful and everything in order."
"But now?"
Speaking of this sacrifice to Sun Hannu:
“The countryside is rich and powerful, with vast streets and vast buildings, but the poor are connected with vast buildings, but the poor are nothing more than the clothes of a humble household; the rich and powerful in the countryside are servants and servants, but the poor have to break up their homes. ”
"Therefore, the people were displaced from the cold and heat, and died in ditches. No one buried them, and their bodies rotted and withered. This caused epidemics to spread throughout the world."
"It's a sigh of relief that 'Qingzhou Road is so lonely, every house hangs white flags.'"
"Fortunately, I have a great sage and good teacher who held the Nine-section War and sent apostles from all directions to draw elixirs for the victims, boil talisman water, regulate internal energy, restore energy and rejuvenate the spirit, and saved countless good people."
"But if you think about the root cause, it is just greed and abuse by the powerful, annexation without restraint, and the livelihood of the small people."
"So in the past, I, Taiping Dao, had an agreement with the powerful people in Qingzhou Township."
"A powerful man must be virtuous, refrain from annexation, and allow the small people to survive. Repay those who commit crimes and those who are greedy with hungry dogs! Those who poison others with tigers and wolves!"
"Yesterday, I received news that Zhang Hong is so bold. He used the spring festival to drive away evil spirits, but in fact he wanted to make money from the people."
"Furthermore, I, Taiping Dao, have been responsible for folk Nuo sacrifices since six years ago. You didn't know how to report it, and actually made the shamans perform wild sacrifices."
"When the two are combined, we have to ask for an explanation?"
Good guy! Zhang Hong was old and arrogant, but he refused to give in to the sacrifice of his grandson. His elegant words were not like a soldier at all. He was worthy of being a man who walked the path of peace and was proficient in teachings.
Zhang Hong's old face had a sad look on his face when he started speaking, but when he finished speaking, he smiled:
"Good! What a good country envoy. You are an outsider and have your own religious rules. But today, you still have to follow the family law."
After saying that, he gave the dove stick a heavy blow and shouted at Zhang Heizi with one hand:
"Come here, press Zhang Heizi over and perform the clan law."
As soon as the word "clan law" was dropped, not only the grandson was shocked.
Even Zhang Heizi, who was bold but delicate, couldn't help but change his expression.
Suddenly, he lowered his head sadly.
(End of chapter)