The place has been noisy since morning. The men in the village put on linen clothes only worn during the festival. A few of the clansmen with relatively wealthy families even wore shoes. Although it was indecent, among the crowd,
Wearing straw sandals with mud between the feet, he still stands out from the crowd.
The Chengyangjingwang Temple in Dashangli is not a family temple.
Probably in the late years of Xinmang, it came from Ju County in Langya County. At that time, five likui near Dashangli, at the suggestion of the three elders of the township, jointly funded and built this royal temple, which was specially used for worship.
The ancestral hall of the four seasons.
As for why Chengyang Jingwang Temple was built in Dasangli, the obvious reason is that Dasangli is located in the center of the nearby five communities, making it convenient for everyone to come and go. But everyone knows that this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that he presided over the construction.
The third elder of the township, whose surname is Zhang, is the ancestor of the Zhang family in Dasangli.
At this moment, the tribesmen in Dasangli were lining up according to the rules, and there were still a few wanderers squatting beside the ancestral hall, so that they could sneak in without the door paying attention.
At this time, Duman, the straw mat maker from Lishe, also rushed over.
Although his surname is Du, he is also from Dashangli. His family is in Dongpingling next door. Dongpingling is the administrative seat of Jinan Kingdom and can be regarded as a large town.
In the ninth year of Yanxi's reign, there was a severe drought and the county could no longer survive. His grandfather took the whole family along the Jishui River, begging for food, and took refuge with his daughter who was married to Dasangli.
The Du family relied on their excellent skills in weaving straw mats and straw sandals, and quickly integrated into Dasangli. More than ten years later, they have become indistinguishable from Dasangli people. So today, he is here to celebrate spring in the community.
It rained a little last night and the roads in the community were muddy.
When Duman rushed over, he saw a few familiar people in front of him using bamboo pieces to pick up the mud under the soles of their shoes. Duman took the bamboo piece from the hands of a young man in linen clothes and hemp shoes in front of him, and teased him while picking up the mud.
:
"You know, there is a kind of shoes with wooden soles wrapped around them. They don't carry a trace of dust when walking on the road. These shoes can only be worn by noble people. I..."
"I know, I know, I've told you this eight hundred times. What I said is that when Grandpa Wei was still in Dongpingling, he made these shoes for the prince. I just don't understand. He worked for the prince, so why would I come here?
Where are we?"
Duman was snatched away by the young man in Mai, but his color did not change. He just changed his words and asked:
"What are you doing here? Aren't you the blower? It's such a big thing in this club, and you're not called upon to blow it?"
The young man in Mai's face turned red. Seeing that Duman was still using his own bamboo pieces, he snatched them away and said angrily:
"Du Daman, Qi Xiu looked down on people, 'What a bird, what kind of bird do you know?' At that time, Jianghou was also a trumpeter like me, didn't he still do great things? Now, Li Kui and that Zhang Tie
You, you, look down on me, saying that if you invite people from the city, the craftsmanship of the people from the country will not be included in the banquet. Bah!"
If you still don't feel relieved after saying this, you will rub the bamboo pieces covered in mud onto Duman's single clothes.
Duman's expression changed, he evaded flexibly, but he still said:
"Haha, what a coward, I laughed to death. If you haven't read the classics, how can you get a doctorate? You're like a sparrow, what do you know about an eagle? People call it a sparrow that knows the ambitions of a swan."
"I went to the city to study. Why, I didn't get a doctorate. I haven't come back yet." The drummer's name is Zhang Dan. He is a good friend of Du Manban and has grown up together. He talks so fast that he immediately became bald.
This sentence.
Du Man, who was joking around at first, fell silent. Zhang Dan also regretted his quick words, but didn't know what to say to comfort him.
While the two men were silent, a quarrel broke out in the crowd in front.
The quarrel came from the entrance of the ancestral hall. It used to be flat yellow mud, but it was now muddy due to last night's rain. So, a few clever tribesmen pulled a wooden cart together and filled the bottom of the cart with five or six bags.
A simple stand was built with a piece of earthen linen bag.
The reason for all this effort is because of the old civil servant in front of me who is wearing a straight robe and wearing a kerchief.
He is a township official from his hometown. Everyone in Dasangli knows him and calls him "Liu Yijiao" because every year when several township officials come to Dasangli to collect grain rent, he is the only one who kicks the grain dendrobium.
Sometimes, it was always a shallow kick. As for the other people, they all wore hard-headed wooden clogs that day. Once they kicked off, the farmers in Dasangli had to pay three to five bushels of more millet.
It's not like Lao Liu has never been criticized by his colleagues, and he even complained to Xiang Qiangfu.
But Lao Liu is also an old clan leader, and has a relationship with the Jinan king's lineage in Dongpingling. Xiang Qiangfu doesn't want to get into trouble, so he only asks other assistants to use their efforts to help him when the time comes.
Point to Lao Liu. There is such a level that everyone in Dasang respects Lao Liu and calls him "Liu Gong" in person.
This time, Dasangli held a spring festival, so Liu Gong was invited here again to record the "community money" of this spring festival in Wulishe.
The villagers spread a layer of straw mats on the oxcart and brought in a table. Liu Gong knelt down and sat on the high-wheeled oxcart. When a villager came in, he wrote down a sum of social money with Mao.
After a while, several rolls of bamboo slips were piled on the bullock cart.
At this moment, Tu Fugang next to him shouted: "Zhang Heizi, it costs ten yuan to join the club."
Just when Mr. Liu muttered that the money was wrong, an external force hit him. He staggered and dropped his brush on the straw mat.
Liu Gong hurriedly looked up and saw a rough man with a lot of flesh and a big wrinkle on his face. This was the man who had just pushed him. Liu Gong knew a little about physiognomy, and he could tell at a glance that this man was a fool.
, he looked around and saw that only one of the few disciples he had brought with him was next to him. He calmed down and said softly:
"Strong man, you have so much strength. I don't know, what are you looking for?"
The black man was Zhang Heizi who had just been called. He grabbed Mr. Liu by his collar and tried to drag him to the ground.
Tu Fu, who had just called the roll call, also reacted at this time. He hugged Zhang Heizi and tried to pull him back. However, this black piece was really stable at the bottom. After Tu Fu played for a long time, Zhang Heizi refused to move.
Just when Tu Fu was about to exert all his strength, Zhang Heizi turned his back, grabbed Tu Fu's arm with his free right hand, and threw Tu Fu away with a single bow of his body.
When Liu Gong came, he brought a total of three disciples with him. There were several naked children from the community who were rolling around on the yellow mud and throwing mud. The mud was thrown on the hakama trousers of one of the disciples.
The disciple took his companions and went to drive out the children. After driving away the naughty ones, he saw his master being dragged away by a wicked man.
The two of them buried their heads and rushed towards each other, but Zhang Heizi kicked them left and right, knocking them over into the yellow mud and turning into clay figures.
Seeing Zhang Heizi being so reckless, Liu Gong directly begged for mercy.
"Hero! Don't fight, don't fight. Don't collect money arbitrarily, don't collect money arbitrarily. I know that in previous years, one household would only be given eight yuan of social money at a time, but this year is different. Isn't there a big epidemic at the beginning of spring? Taxi in the village
Haodu felt that while he was offering sacrifices to the Qing Emperor, he had to find a powerful shaman to drive away the Nuo disease and eliminate the evil spirits. So he specially invited people from the Lang family from Anqiu, Beihai County. This is very expensive."
When Zhang Heizi heard that he had invited outside shamans to drive away the Nuo epidemic in the local community, he did not bother Liu Gong anymore. He even patted his wrinkled straight robe and asked softly:
"Mr. Liu, Mr. X is not here to cause trouble in the community. A few days ago, Mr. X went out to do errands. He just came home yesterday. He didn't see Brother Zhong when he got home. After asking the neighbors, I found out that Jian Geng was there.
A certain family was surprised. His younger brother had been weak since he was a child, so he worked hard outside in order to save more copper coins so that he could pay for the sixty days of service every year.
"The copper skewers I receive every winter moonlit night are money from a certain family working outside the home. Liu Gong collected the money and still couldn't get anything done. He must have a dark heart."
As he said this, he took out the knife from his waist and cut out Liu Gong's heart.
At this moment, Zhang Chong, who was bearded and wearing shorts, squeezed in.
When the bearded man saw Zhang Heizi taking out his knife, he quickly stopped:
"Heizi, why don't you say goodbye! Think about Brother Xie? He is also a good man, why should he fall in love with such a lowly official?"
After saying that, he stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Heizi's hand with his arm, turned his waist, and removed the knife. With another kick, he kicked Mr. Liu off the cart, and distanced the distance between the two.
Liu Gong was kicked down to the yellow mud. He was covered in filth. Without saying a word, he ran into the Chengyang Jingwang Ancestral Hall using his hands and feet.
In Zhang Chong's eyes, a twisted window also appeared on the head of the man named Zhang Heizi. This time, what was displayed in the window was:
"Angle-spelling, skilled"
At this moment, Zhang Chong was sure that he did have a golden finger. Because in just this moment, he had already seen several such distortion windows.
There are "riding skill, skilled", "bow skill, skillful", "euphorbia skill, skillful"... Thanks to the Spring Festival, all the young men from 5 miles around Jishui came, so Zhang Chong saw it.
There are so many windows, but none of them can polish their skills to mastery like Big Beard.
There were more samples, and Zhang Chong could probably guess a thing or two about this golden finger.
First, this golden finger can obviously manifest a person's skills. But it is probably only about martial arts. He has seen so many, but none of them are about skills in life or literature.
Second, there is obviously a threshold for this skill to be realized. Because his second uncle also knows some martial arts, he saw a hunting bow at his place. But this window did not appear above his second uncle's head, and what he saw along the way was only
But six or seven people can have it. Therefore, this golden finger should embody military skills above proficiency.
As for the last step, how to use this golden finger? Zhang Chong has no idea yet, but he is much more confident about the future and expectations than he was at a loss in the previous three days.
Zhang Chong was thinking wildly when the bearded man pulled Zhang Heizi to run away.
None of the residents who had gathered outside to watch the excitement came to stop him.
They understood clearly that this Zhang Heizi was obviously a bandit outside. In order to pay his brother the labor money, he probably threw it into Liu Gong's yard at night.
But this Liu Gong, on the surface, was "saving a leg", but in fact he was also an insect, and the money was obviously lost. Therefore, Zhang Heizi's younger brother was still recruited to be a garrison soldier. According to their batch, they were all
It was arranged to go to western Liaoning.
In recent years, Xianbei in the north has become increasingly powerful. The border counties of You, Merge, and Liang have been raided by Xianbei bandits every year, and countless soldiers have been killed. Among the five of them alone, none of the young people in the past few years have returned.
No wonder Zhang Heizi wanted to gouge out Liu Gong's heart, it was really dark. But Zhang Heizi also lost his mind. According to Han law, if he killed an official, his younger brother would also be killed. Zhang Heizi only thought that his brother was dead, but
Big Beard is right, if he is still alive, he will be harmed. Therefore, Zhang Heizi's knife cannot be used.
Big Beard was originally going to do another thing for the villagers in Dashangli, but he knew Heizi and couldn't bear to see him die here. Therefore, he had to pull Heizi away at the last moment, but it was not so easy for them to escape.
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There was a commotion, and more than a dozen members of the Zhang Hong family rushed out of the ancestral hall.
Three or four were holding whistle sticks, five or six were pulling divination halberds, and the remaining ones were holding ring-headed knives in their right hands and hooks in their left hands. They surrounded Big Beard and Zhang Heizi in the middle. There were one or two more, dragging a
The fishing net is creeping behind.
The villagers who had retreated even further when they saw this, Zhang Chong was among them.