Chapter 4 Gambling
As soon as Zhang Hong finished speaking, several steps passed by the two sides.
It turned out that when Zhang Hong was away, they seemed like defeated chickens. But as soon as Zhang Hong came and took the clan law as his order, they became like wolves and tigers.
Not afraid of Ji Sun's angry glare, these people just crossed Zhang Heizi's arms from left to right, somersaulted a few steps, and then reached Zhang Hong in front of him.
Zhang Heizi allowed them to cross paths without resisting.
Just because for those of them who have been born in the clan since childhood, the laws of this clan are stricter than the laws of the country.
At this moment, another person from the side handed over a stick and a rope.
The man holding Zhang Heizi was not polite. He put his hands around Heizi's waist and lifted up to spread Heizi's arms.
Of the people on both sides, one held the whistle stick and the others tied the rope. After a while, Zhang Heizi's arms were firmly tied to the whistle stick. It wasn't over yet. The man who held Heizi's arms open pushed Zhang Heizi skillfully.
I saw Zhang Heizi pushing the golden mountain, kneeling on the ground with the jade pillar upside down, and his whole face buried in the yellow mud.
Seeing Zhang Heizi in such embarrassment, everyone on the court laughed wildly.
These laughters were even louder compared to the silence of the households there.
Zhang Hong liked this kind of fear. He pressed his hand to signal silence.
Then, he turned around, faced the residents, and said loudly:
"Tribesmen, let me tell you a story today. The story happened in Qiancheng County, not far from our Licheng City. There is a man named Dong Yong in this place. Where is he? He has been with him since he was a child. My father worked hard in the fields, but good things happen to him, and his father died.”
"This Dong Yong was a filial son. In order to bury his father, he sold himself to a wealthy family. This wealthy family was a good man, so they didn't want Dong Yong, but gave him 10,000 yuan."
At this point, he was afraid that Utoto would not understand this big money:
"You don't know how much this ten thousand dollars is. I just use it as a price. This ten thousand dollars! I can buy 50 acres of land, a house, and two cows. This is the foundation of a family. This is how wealthy a family is. To Dong Yong ”
As he spoke, Zhang Hong gave a thumbs up and then said:
"Later, Dong Yong stayed filial piety for his father for three years. Once it was over, he had to go to that person's house and sell himself to repay his kindness. But on the way, Dong Yong met a woman who insisted on marrying Dong Yong. You see, this request All good things happened to Dong Yong.”
As he said this, he joked:
"This Dong Yong married a woman, and he didn't forget to repay his kindness. But the rich man didn't care at all. Later he asked Dong Yong: "Woman, can you weave? If you can, weave a few pieces of cloth and take this price." . ” Then Dong Yong went back and asked the woman to weave the cloth. It was amazing and would shine. ”
Then Zhang Hong mysteriously said to everyone:
"It turns out that this woman was the Weaver Girl in the sky, who made clothes for the Emperor of Heaven. Later she secretly came down to earth. Now the weavers are known to humans and heaven. Therefore, the Weaver Girl can only go to heaven."
After telling this story, Zhang Hong sighed:
"I like this story. Why? I saw filial piety and righteousness from Dong Yong, and I even saw benevolence from the wealthy family. The 'benevolence' that ten thousand gold cannot buy. Without his selflessness, how would Dong Yong's filial piety be? Can it be accomplished? ”
At this point, he has already raised his voice and praised:
"So, when I talk about Dong Yong's filial piety and righteousness, I also say that the wealthy family has great benevolence. As for the wealthy family and great benevolence, I am not proud of myself. I also have a small benevolence for all the clan members."
Zhang Hong patted his chest and said proudly:
"Zhang Hong, the envoy without me, how many of you can provide shelter from the wind and rain, and provide you with food? You are so hungry! You have long been hungry and cold, and you have to die in the ravines! There are also orphans, poor people, old and young in the clan, who has no support? Just Take the owl beast Zhang Heizi who is kneeling here, and his father should be buried with the money I gave him.”
After finishing speaking, Zhang Hong pointed at Liu Gong behind him and continued:
"Liu Gong, I know that he is a pure official and a good person. But just outside our ancestral hall, he was helping our clan with things, and he was beaten by this beast who had become a thief. It was really cruel. I know, I know what you are saying in your heart is: 'He is doing it for his brother.' But let me tell you what Wen Zou Zou said: 'Even if you are a brother of Quan Kun, you cannot lose your innocence."
After speaking, Zhang Hong roared:
"This man is guilty of being a violent Zhang Heizi and being a thief. He will be punished for both crimes. He will first be punished with a rod within the clan, and then he will be taken to the prison and sent to the pavilion. Come, please fight."
As soon as he finished speaking, all the people cheered, and the situation was suddenly controlled by Zhang Hong.
After a few words, Zhang Hong couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself.
He said to Wu Jin Langtong, who had been wandering leisurely, both boasting and flattering:
"The attributes of the staff can be used sometimes. Lang Jun, what do you think of my method?"
Langtong, who was wearing a wide robe and a high crown, put his palms together and said with a smile:
"The believer is really sophisticated in his methods. It's a good trick to 'point to the east and strike in the west'. But the believer should not be too happy too early. I think the witch will not stop when he sacrifices his grandson."
After saying that, he pursed his lips in the direction of sacrificing his grandson.
Yes, we are not willing to give up sacrifices to our grandchildren.
He came here originally because the residents of Dasangli asked Zhang Hong to pay their rent, and because of the local tyranny, he set up his own memorial ceremony, which eroded the authority of Taiping Dao in the local area.
Therefore, he originally wanted to come here to directly kill Zhang Hong through morality. So that these powerful people know who owns the world in Qingzhou.
I thought that Zhang Hong was just a country rich man who could do whatever he wanted, but unexpectedly he turned out to be elegant and elegant, like a doctor.
Several times, he was caught off guard when the attack came down, but now, he was trapped there.
If Zhang Hong were to deal with Zhang Heizi like this, the prestige of Taiping Dao would be destroyed in his own hands.
This is absolutely impossible.
So when he saw Zhang Heizi was about to be beaten, he immediately jumped out.
"Bet on a fight! Zhang Xinshi, there is something wrong with you. I want something, so why not have a bet on a fight. The winner takes everything."
Zhang Hong thought for a while, hit!
In fact, he didn't want to go against Taiping Dao. He knew how powerful they were in Qingzhou. He even heard that some members of the Prohibition Party had connections with Taiping Dao.
But if his grandson was causing trouble in the ancestral hall, he would not be able to gain favor in Dashang if he directly manipulated him.
Therefore, he had an idea and punished Zhang Heizi according to the clan law, using advancement as a retreat.
Sure enough, now he was invincible.
What's wrong with gambling and fighting? He didn't care about Zhang Heizi's life at all.
Okay, let's have a bet and let him see our strength, don't always underestimate us.
After trying to figure out the key points, Zhang Hong stretched his eyebrows again and tapped his dove stick:
"Okay, let's follow the Taoist's wishes. Then we will compete in three rounds. According to the rules, we will compete in pot throwing in the first round, step shooting in the second round, and sword skills in the third round."
The old man became a master of life and buried the hole casually.
They have a large number of people here, and they are all warriors who have honed their martial arts. Not to mention their courage, but their skills are much better than those of the Guizhou heads who are struggling with their feet in the opposite direction.
After three games, the opponent couldn't even get close to anyone. It was difficult to sacrifice his grandson, but he was the one who initiated the bet, so it would be ugly to back out now.
"Okay, just three games. But I think Zhang Xinshi has to go out in the first game."
Since there's no way to avoid it, let's just let Zhang Hong go. He's old and frail, just in time for one round. Then I win one more round, and that’s fine.
Originally, Zhang Chong watched the whole show. But as soon as he heard this, he felt bad. The bearded man looked down on old man Zhang.
Not wanting to offend others, he tugged on his beard and whispered to him:
"Brother, don't underestimate Zhang Tiehu across the street. His son is also said to be proficient in swordsmanship. You need to take good care of him. Also learn from Sun Bin and arrange your troops."
It's a wonder that the bearded man still understands Sun Bin? Is the gathering of humanities and culture in Dasangli so prosperous?
However, he didn't take this kid's words seriously.
His eyes were contemptuous and he grinned:
"These local tyrants and soldiers, who are fighting bravely in the countryside, think that the heroes of the world are nothing more than this. But today I will show them what killing is like killing chickens and dogs."
After saying that, he asked the people behind him who knew how to use the bow.
Everyone looked around and pointed at the dark, lean man next to Zhang Chong.
This person is Zhang Chong's second uncle, named Zhang Ernan, the second eldest son. He has no children yet and only lives in the mountains.
The hunting bow Zhang Hong was looking at the other day belonged to him.
This is an honest man. Perhaps he has been in the mountains for a long time and appears to be taciturn.
Seeing that everyone was pushing him, he didn't refuse. He glanced at the bearded man and nodded.
"Win! There is only one pot thrower left, and this requires dexterity"
He glanced at Zhang Chong and said, "It's up to you."
Zhang Chong opened his mouth, looked at everyone again, and had to agree.
"Okay, let's go!"
……
The first pot pitching match on yellow clay.
At this time, two throwing pots and an arrow had been brought to the field.
Zhang Hong glanced at Zhang Chong, who was only wearing calf-nose pants, and smiled.
"Okay, it's Shi Zaizi. Then save time, one arrow will determine the outcome, and you won't be full. Don't freeze the baby."
After saying that, he drew the arrow, walked five steps back, turned around and threw the arrow away, and the arrow was accurately inserted into the mouth of the pot.
Old man Zhang smiled slightly and then froze.
The arrow that was thrown in was so powerful that it bounced out again, slipped on the mouth of the pot, and fell to the yellow mud ground.
When Zhang Hong was young, he could shoot a flying halberd with perfect accuracy, and even when he was an old man, he never missed it. The wooden targets in Zhuangzi are filled with his practice halberds.
But because I was used to throwing the hand halberd, I used more force.
Although Old Man Zhang felt embarrassed, it didn't matter. After all, it was a dispensable competition.
Now, opportunities and pressure are given to Zhang Chong.
The original Zhang Chong must have never played pot throwing. This thing was used by the upper class for banquets and entertainment.
Zhang Chong is just a farmer, so how can he have such skill?
But now Zhang Chong is familiar with this.
Because when he was in college, there were some vendors who set up this night stall to sell tethering games, giving away whatever they got. The principles of the two were similar. At that time, Zhang Chong was in love. In order to show off in front of his girlfriend, he spent a lot of money and gained some experience.
This set of rings focuses on the closing force. If you control your strength well and point your head accurately, you will have a greater chance of winning.
Zhang Chong followed Old Man Zhang's example, drew an arrow and walked five steps.
I turned around, stood still, breathed, prayed in my heart, looked at the pot, and roughly calculated the parabola.
Concentrate, hold your breath, and shake your hands.
An arrow floated lightly, tracing a graceful curve, and hit the pot right in the middle.
"Hit! What a boy!"
Everyone who had been nervous before now jumped up.
Even my father, who often looked miserable, jumped so high.
"I hit it, I hit it, my baby is my baby. Haha!"
Even Zhang Heizi, who had been burying his face on the ground, struggled to get up, but was stopped again by Bu Qu.
Zhang Chong looked at these poor farmers, cheering and joyful for himself. They were his family in this life.
A sense of belonging gradually arises in my heart.
Suddenly, Zhang Chong saw a twisted pop-up window appear in the void in the upper right corner.
"Defeat Zhang Hong, inherit his skill - halberd throwing, master it"
It turns out that's how you use it.
(End of chapter)