How big is the small Yishi Village? The villagers' jealous of foreign scholars who moved into Baidong's house. If they were jealous, they would pay too much attention, and there would be good boys who would lie on the wall to listen to the love and mist. What kind of sound would a delicate little girl like Cao'er make when she meets a romantic and suave scholar? I'm so looking forward to it...

As a result, Cao'er called for help, Bai Dong's voice roared, and saw Chu Tong who was running away in a panic with his crotch. Sang Wazi saw it clearly. The handsome and handsome scholar didn't straighten up when he escaped, and it seemed that he didn't even have time to take his bags away. How cruel was Heianlang? Is he too brave? I wonder if he would cause trouble if he beat the scholar? During the Warring States Period, the class was clear, and countrymen like them were called "savages", but even the savages knew this truth.

The world was clean and the hearts of the people were relatively clean. The next morning, the villagers rushed into Bai Dong's yard. The leader was the old patriarch. His grandson Sang Wazi held a big wine jar and pulled it into the door like a duck. When he saw Bai Dong, he pouted: "Ping Anlang, you are so good. You obviously did something wrong. My grandfather wants to invite you to drink? Next time I see another foreign scholar, I held it down and beat him up. Grandpa must kill the chicken for me to eat."

Before he finished speaking, he was hit hard on his butt. The old patriarch Bai Long glared at his grandson angrily: "Stop talking, why don't you pour wine for Bai Dong? Bai Dong, is this aged wine made in the clan, or was it hidden by your father and the children of the clan when they went to war. I thought I would wait for them to return triumphantly... I'll be your farewell bar today..."

He sighed, the old man didn't want to recall the sad past. Although they were just branches of the Bai family, they also shed blood for the Qin Dynasty. Unfortunately, in the battle of Hexi, twenty children returned one by one, and the country did not provide any compensation. The clan lost his youth and strong, and he no longer had the ability to resist the thieves. He was helpless and angry. He moved into the mountains, opened up fields to be self-sufficient, and even did not even pay taxes. After so many years, let alone the government, it was difficult for even thieves to find a way to enter the village. Chu Tong came in by accident, but was beaten up by Bai Dong.

It was so sour. Is this vinegar or wine? After drinking it in one gulp, Bai Dong frowned and wanted to put down the bowl, but the old patriarch held it down and grabbed the wine jar himself, and filled it with him again.

The big old bowl, which was a circle wider than his head, was filled with only three bowls. Bai Dong forced himself to hold back the tears and snot that was about to burst out from his eyes, respectfully put down the bowl, walked to his mother, kowtowed eight times, and his mother took him into his arms and gently stroked his back. Cao'er rushed over and hugged his shoulders, and cried loudly: "Brother, Cao'er doesn't want his brother to leave."

"Uncle Long..."

"The Bai Yue family doesn't need to say much. After all, Bai Dong beats You Xuezi and has to go out to avoid disaster, otherwise it will affect the entire village."

The old patriarch stood up straight and looked at everyone with bright eyes: "The Qin Dynasty law, some people in the clan violate the law, and the whole clan must be arrested, otherwise they will be punished together. Bai Dong is a loser. He beat the scholar and committed a serious crime, but he escaped too quickly and we can't catch him, but it's not that we won't go and take him, don't you?" Bai Dong's behavior over the past eighteen years has not been normal. When his head doesn't hurt, he is also confused. Naturally, no one tells him about ancient times. The old patriarch is a knowledgeable person, but this is the first time he talks about national laws in front of them. Therefore, Bai Dong had to listen to Chu Tong's story before he knew the general trend of the world.

Old Bailong only knew that scholars were noble, but their understanding of scholars was far less than that of Bai Dong, so he was still worried that Chu Dong would report to the official position. When he was young, he was once the tenth chief of the Qin army, and he had some knowledge and knew how to get into loopholes in the law. At this time, the cruel official Wei Yang was still hitting a wall everywhere in Wei State. The Qin State's law was not a man-eating tiger, so it was okay to play the edge ball.

"Yes, yes, we didn't catch it, but this guy Bai Dong ran too fast and couldn't get it even if he wanted to. Even if the government asked, it would be impossible for the villagers to blame, right?"

"That's the reason. In order to capture this kid, I was kicked by him. I still can't straighten my waist until now." A tribe member moaned with his back and said that he was in pain.

Bai Dong's eyes were sour and he wanted to cry. Chu Tong actually wouldn't report to the official, but the villagers risked being pursued by the government and took it all for themselves. This affection was difficult for future generations to find. Thinking of the era when it was "dangerous" to help the old lady cross the road, he felt that he was right.

It's time to leave, not because of Chu Tong, but for the sake of his mother, Cao'er and these friendly and respectable tribe members, and for the magic lamp that Cao'er was eagerly looking forward to.

Kneeling in front of the elders and fellow villagers, Bai Dong kowtowed deeply. Goodbye, mother, Cao'er, my fellow villagers, must wait for me to come back...

***

The little girl is actually not easy to coax. When she saw her brother really leaving, no matter how good the story was, she could not erase the scars in Cao'er's heart. Seeing the dry noodles that the villagers gathered, old wine and extremely precious salt, Cao'er cried even more fiercely. The more such things, the further her brother would go and the later she would come back. It was not until she consumed her last bit of energy that she fell asleep in Bai Dong's arms. She still grabbed her brother's clothes tightly in her dream and shouted from time to time: "Brother, Cao'er is not allowed to leave, Cao'er wants to listen to your story."

When Bai Dong left, he could see the very bright and bright North Star. He could not walk during the day, and the grass would go crazy and could only set off at night. There was no map or navigation device. Only the memories of the old patriarch. He walked out of the village along the secret path and had to cross more than a dozen mountains north to reach a place called Lantian, and then continue to go north from Lantian to reach the most prosperous city of Liyang, the Qin State.

For Bai Dong, Liyang has a lot of opportunities, just like Yanjing and Haicheng in later generations. Old Bailong didn't feel strange. In the early days of the Warring States Period, people might not have many wild animals. Even if they want to go out to avoid disaster, they must go to the densely populated areas, which is both safe and conducive to hiding. Liyang is the best choice.

There was the last mountain under my feet. Bai Dong, who was unkempt and looked north on the ridge. There was a vast plain stretching for thousands of miles in front of me. The Guanzhong Plain of this era was very beautiful. A large number of undeveloped lands were full of various plants. You could even see wolves walking through the woods. After holding the sword at your waist, Bai Dong found some sense of security.

This simple and unpretentious bronze sword was left by Chu Tong, and it was not just a sword, but also a half-bag Jianshu. During the rest of the way, Bai Dong would try to read these books, not to memorize them, but to find the changes between the text of this era and the simplified Chinese characters in later generations.

Fortunately, these simple books are made of large seal scripts. With some accumulation in their previous life and guessing, Bai Dong gradually passed the literacy level. Although his writing was not neat enough, he suddenly became a literati who could speak with his pen. There was also a letter from the elder Bai Long in the bag, which was to the old friend of Lantian, but Bai Dong was not ready to use them. Since he had left the village, he had to grow up to be a strong man who could protect his mother's sister and his clan members, and dressed up as a literary scholar and was better than Grandpa Bai Long's arrangement.

He washed his face with the stream, broke the pair of horns on his head, tied it into a bun and passed through it with a wooden hairpin made of branches, which was considered a gift for himself. The man of this era was nineteen and Bai Dong was still one year away, but it was necessary to go out and pack it. Who had ever seen a scholar who was still in the horn period? Unfortunately, he had no crowns, so he could only temporarily put a piece of linen towel on it. Fortunately, although most scholars in this era were nobles, there were occasional civilians enrollment. Didn’t Confucius say that there was no distinction between education, and naturally, including civilian savages.

"Well, I have a sword and a beard, and no one can tell my actual age. What kind of teacher should I find? Confucianism, Legalism, Mohism? It is difficult, and there are inheritances, and there are even terror activities. You cannot recognize me randomly, otherwise it will be very troublesome..."

The sunset was about to set, so I ate half a piece of wheat cake in the stream, thinking about finding a background for myself; I was about to come out of the mountain, and these preparations were not careless.

The Legalists are the most convenient. They were doing legal work in their own life and knew the most. Unfortunately, as the last school that emerged from various schools of thought, the Legalists are still in the development stage and their inheritance is orderly. They are the clearest among the hundreds of schools of thought and are easily exposed.
Chapter completed!