Chapter 5 Gentleman
In Dasangli, there is a yellow mud field outside Chengyangjingwang Temple.
Zhang Chong was bathed in the early spring sunshine, and all he could see were rows of large mulberry trees.
It is said that these mulberry trees were planted together with the Yangjing Wang Temple in this city in the late Xinmang Dynasty, two hundred years ago. This is why the name of Dasangli comes from this.
He is recalling a feeling now, which is a feeling that his brain tells him that you know it all, but his body expresses its honest attitude:
"No, you won't, at least not now."
Yes, this golden finger is so useless.
What it provides Zhang Chong is just a flow of information, an intuition, and a perception. It will not affect Zhang Chong's body.
Logically speaking, a warrior who practices halberd throwing must have a broad back, long arms, and thick palms. But none of these Zhang Chong were present, and he still had the same thin and frail body.
However, Zhang Chong had an intuition that as long as he was well-nourished and his physical fitness improved, he could quickly learn the halberd throwing technique, saving countless hard work.
In this sense, this golden finger is still very scary, it is simply a quick weapon for force.
Zhang Chong's victory ignited a climax on the yellow mud field.
For the people who live a miserable life, a person they regard as "one of their own" defeats a superior wealthy man. This is something that can last a lifetime.
Although, their lifetime will last only twenty or thirty years, and they will melt away like frost and snow.
As long as they can remember, this family has been in Dasangli, with authority in this township of Wuli. In the past, the powerful and powerful people lived happily with food and wine, but they, the poor, had nothing to eat or pay.
Today, this iron door also tells the story of Dong Yong, and talks about "Da Ren" and "Xiao Ren".
Pooh!
We poor people plow the fields like oxen and horses, and we have to give him six cents of what we earn in a year, leaving the whole family with no food to eat.
On the contrary, their family lives in a wealthy family, with curtains and curtains and servants.
What is even more hateful is his son Zhang Qiu. This boy is really a beast, cruel and easy to kill.
When I was learning swordsmanship, I tried it on a living person. Even four years ago, a group of traveling merchants stayed in Dasang. Not long after they left, they were robbed and killed by Zhang Hong's troops.
Everyone in Dasangli knew about this.
Later, he went into the mountains and suppressed a group of bandits, lying and committing crimes.
In fact, they are not bandits, they are just poor people who have lost their land and do not want to be tenants.
Among the heads who are doing great work, there is also a kid in charge. In exchange for this request, he became the chief of the pavilion next door, responsible for keeping the local security, catching thieves, managing civil affairs, and taking care of the tourists.
It really answered that sentence:
"The guilty ones were given high status and died in old age, but the innocent ones died in jail and their corpses were abandoned in the ditch."
But don't think that just because Zhang Qiu is disabled, he is tolerant to his clan members.
The mat weaver from Nabenli lived in his family. His family had been in Dasangli for more than ten years.
But Duman's father went to the county to sell banquets that year. On the way, the Zhang family rode their horses, and they couldn't avoid it. They fell into a manure pit and the filth entered the door. When he was carried home, he was already dying.
When the time comes, I beg his wife to take good care of Duman and not let the Du family die.
His wife was also strong and said at that time:
"Don't worry, I have a cart of bones and half a cart of flesh, a horse without saddles and two saddles, and two wheels without grinding. I will guard this child, Daman, and I will not marry until I die."
After that, this lady of the Du family pulled Duman to grow up.
That iron man also said that he would be a chaste and martyr wife for this mother-in-law, which is really ironic.
It was precisely because of the accumulated resentment in the past that Zhang Chong's victory made the whole audience scream.
Old man Zhang, who originally thought it didn't matter, suddenly turned gloomy when he heard the applause.
He snorted:
"What are you talking about? Let's take a look at the back. Come on, let's compete in the second game."
After saying that, with a flick of his sleeve, the throwing pot was removed.
But the subordinate who had forgotten to put the fine sand in the pot was already trembling with fear.
It turns out that in order to prevent the arrow from jumping, fine sand is placed in the pot.
But this person forgot, which directly caused Old Man Zhang to lose the game.
……
At this moment, the two-chop archery target has been moved to the center of the field.
Zhang Chong's second uncle, Zhang Ernan, borrowed a yellow belt from the two brothers and tightened his cuffs.
At this time, a warrior with a bow was also selected on the opposite side, it was the green-headed man who was competing with swords before.
It seems that this man's bow and sword are extraordinary.
Although Zhang Chong could not see that this person showed any archery skills, based on the skills he had shown before, the second uncle probably had little chance of winning.
Sure enough, twenty steps away, Cang Tou shot and hit the target. The second uncle's bow was a hard bow made of mulberry wood that they had given him, and it had not been calibrated. He didn't have enough strength, so he shot out an arrow, which flew softly and missed the grass target for more than ten feet.
In the second game, the young man won.
Although the bearded man felt it was a pity, he didn't think it was a big problem. The moment Zhang Chong made the shot, he had already won the bet.
He has such trust in his martial arts.
Because he comes from the Yueqi Camp.
And his opponent Zhang Qiu had been standing behind his father Zhang Hong, silent and non-existent.
But this time, it was remarkable.
The companions just handed over two wooden knives for training.
He smiled ferociously:
"I heard that your envoy is a forbidden martial artist, so he is expected to be very powerful. But although a certain family has a humble position, it does not lack the spirit of the lake and the sea. Comparing with wooden swords is like a country fight, let's compare with real swords. ”
The words came out with murderous intent.
"Hehe, good! It's really good! I have seen the world in this big village. It can be said that I am surprised three times a day. Okay, then stop talking nonsense and come directly."
When the bearded man heard this, he looked at him with anger, and the beard and hair that had been covering his face were about to explode. Also angry, Jisun tore off the kerchief wrapping his beard and hair, untied the black cloth wrapped around the handle of the ring-shou knife, and wrapped it thinly around his right palm.
One lap, two laps, the atmosphere on the field became solemn.
Zhang Qiu, who was about to continue teasing, subconsciously pursed his lips and found that it was a little dry.
He knew the act of sacrificing his grandson. This was the preparation for warriors in the army before going into battle. A good kill was inevitable.
He did not use the Huanshou sword he carried with him, but took out a precious sword from Bu Qu who was holding the knife case behind him.
As soon as I pulled it out, the cold light was freezing!
This is the "Hundred Refinements Sword", which Zhang Qiu loves.
Four years ago, it was precisely because of this knife that he brazenly attacked and killed that group of traveling merchants. He then hid it deep in the box and used it now.
At this time, everyone on the field held their breath.
Looking at the field, the person on the left is wearing a red turban, a hero in the army; the person on the right is wearing a leather bean, a brave bird from the countryside.
The wind blows, the mulberry trees move, and so do the people.
Zhang Qiu on the right kicked up a lump of yellow mud.
Then he kicked his left foot forward, took two steps with his right foot and took one step at a time. Holding the knife on the center line, he quickly stabbed Sun's throat.
The sacrificial sun is doing the starting position. He holds the handle of the knife with his left and right hands, and the back of the knife is carried on his shoulders. His body is slightly sunken, and his knees are bent, not straight or eighty. But as soon as Zhang Qiu pounced, he immediately burst into flames, the last to arrive first.
His sword rest remained unchanged, his right shoulder shifted, and Zhang Qiu's thrust blocked the blade's edge. Then he pried upward, flipped his wrist, and followed the force with the knife, slashing diagonally towards Zhang Qiu's right shoulder.
When Zhang Qiu's sword was shaken away, he secretly knew that something was wrong and that he was going to be slashed diagonally.
He immediately changed his hand, lowered his body, stepped forward, and followed the force of the deflection with the knife, making a circle and slashing down the abdomen.
With a "squeak" sound, the fabric and muscles were scratched.
Fortunately, when I sacrificed my life to Sun Xiezhan, I kept a distance based on my experience. When Zhang Qiu made a cut from the abdomen, he immediately gave up the forward cut and switched to retreating and dragging the cut.
But even so, Zhang Qiu's slash was still on his abdomen, tearing a bloody hole horizontally.
But Zhang Qiu didn't have it easy either. Ji Sun's last dragging chop hit him right on the skin.
Pi Bian, holding his hair in a bun, landed on the yellow mud ground. Zhang Qiu's hair was disheveled, looking like a crazy ghost.
"Stop, this game is a draw!"
Seeing that his son was in danger, Mr. Zhang immediately stopped the game.
Originally, he was noncommittal about the result of the game.
He didn't want to become mortal enemies with Taiping Dao because of this gambling fight, and now the result was pretty good.
One win, one loss and one draw.
Seeing Zhang Hong calling for a stop, Zhang Chong and his gang immediately rushed into the scene. All hands and feet were used to bandage the wound of the sacrificial grandson with a yellow belt. The bright red blood penetrated the bright yellow belt, pricking the hearts of Zhang Chong and everyone else.
On the other side, Qingtou Han and others also took the crimson silk and wrapped it up in Zhang Qiufan.
The sacrifice to the grandson was a bit weak, but he still pushed aside the crowd and bowed his head to Zhang Hong:
"Zhang Xinshi, since the bet is settled, I will take this black piece away."
"Wait a minute, your envoy may have had a misunderstanding. If your envoy wins, he will take away Zhang Heizi. If he wins, he will be punished according to the family law and sent to Ting Prison. Now and, then there is no need to send you to Si , but the family law must be followed. Zunshi thinks that what he said is unreasonable. ”
Old man Zhang moved his dove stick to one side, twirling his sparse white beard under his chin, and spoke slowly.
Ji Sun didn't expect it to happen like this.
He first glanced at Zhang Heizi, who was kowtowing and kneeling, and then at the big sanglilihu who surrounded him.
Finally, he looked deeply at Zhang Hong and kept looking like that.
Just when Zhang Hong was looking at Chang Ran, he was about to squeeze back into the play.
Sacrifice to the grandson and opened his mouth:
"Okay, I also hope that the believers can see my shortcomings and be lenient."
"Haha, I will say that the people of Taiping Road are chivalrous and righteous, and they are dedicated to the livelihood of the people. They are gentlemen. Okay, the family law requires sixty men, so I will spare you twenty sticks. Come on, I will punish you."
What a good Zhang Heizi, although he was held down by Zhang Hongbu's disciples the whole time, he couldn't see.
But his behavior during the gambling fight was clear to him.
He did not resist and accepted the situation, all because Zhang Hong was right. When his old father passed away, it was indeed Zhang Hong who helped bury him.
From the perspective of filial piety, Zhang Hong was very kind to him. Therefore, he is willing to accept the family law and repay his father's kindness with this body.
But he couldn't see it, he couldn't see his friends being humiliated for him, and he couldn't see that kind people had to endure the humiliation in shame and wait for death.
He cannot see this unfair world.
At this time, he tried his best to stand up and shouted to Zhang Hong:
"Zhang Tiehu, a certain family will be expelled from the clan today. Today, a certain family has received these forty sticks, only..."
Before he could say anything more, Yibubu had already stuffed a handful of rags into his mouth. Then, there was crackling and sticks falling like a shower, all around.
But Zhang Heizi just endured it, his eyes were angry and he was gritting his teeth, and he was sweating.
Sitting on the horse that Tu Fu had brought, Zhang Hong watched Heizi being executed and murmured:
"The book says: 'The superiors do not complain about heaven, and the inferiors do not blame others. Only gentlemen live in easy places to wait for their fate, while villains take risks to gain luck.' Although this black man has joined the bandits, judging from his words and deeds, it is unexpected that he is still a Gentleman.”
"Hmph! What a gentleman! Accept your fate!"
(End of chapter)