The sun slowly rises from the back of the ridge, shining on the mountains and fields.
Due to the strength of the Gongsun family and Gongsun Zan, Lone Bamboo Manor has not been disturbed by war for several years.
At present, the biggest enemy of the shaded households in the village is the weird and changeable weather.
The strong laborers in the family work hard in the fields day after day, and the sweat is broken into eight petals. After the crops harvested are handed over to the owner's family, what is left is only enough to feed the family.
However, compared to the people living outside the village who cannot live without food, the refugees who have suffered from the war are still much better off. At least they can still have some goods at their disposal.
In the early, middle and late days of each month, some small markets are spontaneously formed in Lone Bamboo Manor.
On the days of gatherings, families gather together spontaneously to barter for the things they need.
Today was supposed to be a day for gathering and trading.
However, because something happened in the village the day before yesterday, the entire village fell into an inexplicable dull atmosphere.
The gathering of tribesmen in the Xishan camp was not deliberately concealed. Even farmers living in the most remote mountain areas knew about it.
A few days ago, when the real owner of the manor returned, most of the people were happy except for those guys who were not so peaceful and had embarked on the wrong path.
To them, it did not matter whether the owner of the manor was Lady Xuan or Lady Yan.
But compared to the domineering Lady Xuan, who trampled the young crops with her horse, the real owner, Lady Yan, was still in Lingzhi and had ordered the chief steward to distribute grain once and provide bean porridge once.
Comparing the two, they naturally hope that their master will be a generous, pure and filial Lady Yan.
But this emotion was quickly replaced by panic.
It is said that those restless people go out to conspire at night.
But before he could commit any treachery, he was suppressed and restrained by the most elite Bai Ma Yi Cong under Lady Yan's father.
According to legend, all the white horses in the White Horse Army came and went like the wind, and killed many people in the Xishan camp, causing rivers of blood to flow.
Not a single living person left the Xishan camp. Not only that, even those families who gathered in rebellion would all be killed or expelled from the manor.
In this part of the world, marriages and marriages are common, and there are always some connections between households.
Affected by such rumors, people who have some relationship with Buquhu are on tenterhooks and worry about being implicated.
Some families have even sent their daughters back to their parents' families just to clear up the relationship.
In front of a hill, a dilapidated farmhouse was shrouded in a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere.
This small courtyard is located at the foot of the mountain. There are only three adobe houses upon entering. The roofs of the houses are covered with straw. The wooden courtyard door is not closed tightly and a crack is exposed.
A woman wearing a common green mandarin cloth dress was sitting under the jujube tree in the courtyard with a sad look on her face.
Next to her hand was a hand-woven bamboo basket, with dozens of eggs lying on the hay inside.
This was something she had scraped together and exchanged with her neighbors for a long time.
Last month, we made an appointment with the craftsman's wife to use these eggs to exchange for a set of needlework, spring scissors and other dowry items for the little daughter to be married as a dowry.
Unexpectedly, the steward in charge of this area has informed us that gatherings in groups will not be allowed in the near future.
If it were just that, it wouldn't make her so worried.
What really made her anxious was that the family that was planning to marry their youngest daughter actually asked the middle-aged man to tell them that they wanted to regret the marriage.
The six rites of receiving gifts, asking for names, accepting acknowledgments, and accepting gifts have all been completed, leaving only the date of marriage and the welcoming of the bride.
After completing most of the six rituals, the man regretted the marriage at this time.
When the younger daughter heard this, she hid in her room and weaved without saying a word.
But as a mother, how could she not know that her daughter felt wronged?
"Hey!" The woman glanced at her daughter's closed door and sighed deeply, "What should we do? You obviously followed Manager Zhou's orders to protect the master's house and even got injured, but why do you still do this?
Implicated by those rebellious people."
"Stop talking!" A man stood in the courtyard and interrupted his wife.
He is eight feet tall and has a majestic appearance. However, due to constant exposure to the sun and hard work, his face has a very deep bronze color, and his side hair is connected to a thick beard, making him look a bit sinister.
After interrupting his wife, the man raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of his daughter's room, bit his cheek, and raised his hand.
The hands were broken at the wrists, and the broken parts were tied with brown cloth strips.
He put his two severed hands together, picked up an axe, lowered his head and bit the cloth strap with his teeth, trying to tie the ax to the two severed limbs.
Seeing this, his wife stood up to help him, but he pushed her away with her elbow, "Go and look at Ah Tang. It's okay for a family like this to have such a marriage! Go and boil one of these eggs for Ah Tang to eat."
"
I saw my wife walking into the backyard carrying eggs.
The man gritted his teeth, tightened the cloth belt, held the axe, and struck a piece of wood standing on the wood pile with a sharp axe, a stern look appeared in his eyes.
At this time, there was a rush of running in the distance. From far to near, a young man with a square face, very similar to his father, carrying a long bow on his back, pushed open the courtyard door and ran in fiercely.
A hemp rope was tied around his waist as a belt, and several squirrels and a pheasant were hung on it.
"Father, I heard that the Li family regretted their marriage?"
In the Han Dynasty, the marriage relationship was confirmed by the Naji ceremony. After that, it was time to ask for the date of marriage. Few families would break their promise and regret the marriage at this stage.
This kind of thing is extremely embarrassing for both parties in the in-law relationship.
The young man's face with fine hair on his lips was full of sternness, "I will never spare them!"
As he spoke, the young man untied the prey from his waist and strode into the main room.
On the wall facing the east of the main room, there is a long knife hanging on it.
It is a ring-shou sword issued by the Han army. The paint on the scabbard has become dull and faded, but the owner obviously cherishes it very much. He wiped it and rubbed it until it was shiny.
The young man placed the prey in his hands on a frayed straw mat in the main room, hung the long knife on his waist, and left the main room.
At this time, the man who had been standing silently in the courtyard called out in a deep voice, "Stop!"
"Father!"
Because the man was very dignified at home, the young man stopped in his tracks honestly even though his expression was aggrieved.
"Put down the knife!"
"But we didn't take part in those thieves' affairs." The young man was unconvinced, "We obviously helped Manager Zhou drive away those guys, so why are we still implicated by them?"
The young man raised his arm and angrily tore off the bandage on his right arm, "I was injured. I should have done meritorious service, so why am I being lumped together with those thieves?"
Seeing his son's injuries, the man's face softened a little, and he calmed down and said to him: "Even getting married to that kind of family will not do much good. As for right or wrong, Lady Gongsun will definitely give us justice."