Dashangli, outside Chengyangjing Wang Temple, on the yellow mud ground.
At this time, the atmosphere on the field was particularly solemn.
The wooden cart that was originally used as Liu Gong's temporary office had been overturned by Zhang Heizi and was used as a simple horse-stopping cart.
Rejecting the horse is the righteous bandit who is my brother Luocao plus the heroic hero who is eager for justice and loves justice. Rejecting the horse is the samurai who works as a spy for the tiger.
The two groups were facing each other like this. The former was a little more tragic because of the small number of people.
But the tragedy was soon broken.
Another group of people rushed out from the ancestral hall, about twenty people, all wearing linen and straw sandals and wearing yellow scarves on their foreheads.
Seeing the bearded man in Juma Nei, he hurriedly ran behind him and confronted Zhang Hong's troops.
Zhang Chong, who was on the periphery, felt his heart skip a beat when he saw this group of people.
Because, he saw his father, two uncles and his eldest brother in the crowd.
And the yellow scarves on their foreheads made him feel even worse.
But after thinking about it, Zhang Chong hurriedly joined his father and brother's team and confronted the opponent unarmed.
Zhang Gouzi looked at his son, who was only wearing shorts, and didn't say anything. He just pushed him toward the middle.
Zhang Hong's unit was obviously not motivated either. Seeing the number of people in the bearded team suddenly swell, there was obviously a commotion.
One or two of them looked towards the ancestral hall behind them from time to time, obviously waiting for Zhang Hong and others to come out so they could make up their minds.
Taking advantage of the panic on the other side, the bearded man whispered to Zhang Heizi:
"Heizi, please be smarter and go first. I have a horse tied to the horse post outside the community, so I can ride it back to the mountains quickly.
You’re not from our religion, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to protect you soon.”
"Taoist, unless Heizi doesn't know Gao Hou, Heizi will think that he is dead.
Although he is a stubborn person, he has never left his friends behind and run away alone.
It is okay to lose your life, but this word "righteousness" cannot be lost even in death.
Taoist, please stop trying to persuade Heizi. Just take a look at this Iron House and that Liu Gong, how do you get Heizi's black head?
Haha! Let them come."
"Okay!" "Color!"
Seeing Zhang Heizi's strong words, the bearded man and the people around him cheered.
But Zhang Heizi didn't want to leave, but Zhang Chong was eager to leave.
Although he was surrounded by his father and brothers, he didn't feel safe at all. At this time, the sweat on his nose couldn't stop breaking out.
Three days ago, he was still a modern man. He was so old. Not to mention seeing blood, he had not even seen a few fights.
But now, these two groups of ancient people are obviously on the verge of a fight.
Although they have a large number of people, they only have two weapons in total, one of which is a short and cute knife.
The other side is not said to be armed to the teeth, but it is basically fully armed.
Coupled with the yellow belts tied on the foreheads of his father and brothers, Zhang Chong was even more bleeding.
He knows what age he is in.
In the Han Dynasty, farmers wearing yellow scarves can be compared to what the bearded man said earlier.
He still didn't understand that he had traveled to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty and became a member of Taiping Dao.
It's over this time, and even golden fingers can't save it.
But for now, there is good news.
Through the golden finger, Zhang Chong saw that of the dozen or so people on the opposite side, only two of them had windows on their heads. They were both "skilled in ring-shou swordsmanship," and they seemed to be inferior to Big Beard.
Zhang Chong was going through many twists and turns in his heart, and there were changes on the field.
Perhaps the bearded man was too powerful, and one of Zhang Hong's subordinates became impatient and rushed forward with a ring-shaped sword in hand.
This person's head is wrapped in a green scarf, and he wears a double-breasted collar with long sleeves, and the cuffs are tightly tied with red sleeves. He has a large hakama, and he wears hemp shoes on his feet. He looks like a neat warrior, and his appearance alone is extraordinary.
He holds the handle of the knife with both hands, and the hands holding the knife are tilted upward towards the bearded man, and he follows the knife as fast as a flying bird.
Zhang Chong almost exhaled when he saw this scene.
It turns out that this damn golden finger is not reliable at all, it actually misses the factor of physical fitness.
Take the samurai in front of you. Although he is only proficient in swordsmanship, he is obviously strong and fast. Before Zhang Chong, a layman, could react, he struck out with one move.
The bearded man glanced, which was obviously an accident, but he still didn't have time to react. He turned around, twisted the knife, and hit the opposite blade sideways at a faster speed.
As soon as the center line is broken, he rushes in, changes the knife into a stab, and thrusts it straight into the throat of the opponent.
Before the young man could react, the knife was already stuck at his throat, and he was too shocked to move.
The bearded man snatched his knife and kicked him in the knee socket. The green-headed man immediately knelt down in the wet yellow mud, kneeling firmly.
The bearded man looked at him sideways and said scornfully:
"You have a good figure, but don't use this knife carelessly. If you don't lose face, you will lose your life."
The green-headed man's face turned black after being ridiculed, and he was about to hit the bearded man's knife.
The bearded man didn't expect this man to be so fierce, so he quickly put away the knife, returned it, and stood in front of everyone.
"Qingnu, if you want to use this fierceness to commit suicide, why don't you use it to practice swordsmanship? Why! It's harder to practice swordsmanship than to die."
The green-headed man, who was kneeling in the mud, trembled when he heard the sound. He was about to mutter a few words, but gave up and knelt to the side, with his head on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
The person who said this was a hale old man with sparse hair and beard, who built a hut.
He simply wore a single coat and a layer of gauze, held a dove stick, and walked slowly from the ancestral hall.
There were several others following him.
Except for Liu Gong, whom I just met, who is a brave man wearing a leather bean, a deep double-breasted coat, and leather boots, the rest is a scholar with wide sleeves and a high crown.
This old man is obviously the three elders of Da Sang, the local tycoon and the clan leader, Zhang Hong.
At this time, Zhang Chong, who was in the crowd on Taiping Road, looked at the twisted pop-up window that read "Proficient in Halberd Throwing" hanging above the old man's head, secretly speechless.
The old man must not be judged by his appearance!
The brave man following the old man was his son Zhang Qiu, and in Zhang Hong's eyes, he should not be underestimated.
Just because he also has a hanging window hanging on his head, and like the bearded man, he is "proficient in the art of ring-headed sword".
Unexpectedly, a small and powerful man from the countryside could have such a brave and brave man.
This Qiu Ben worked as the director of the pavilion next door. He went home to help with the clan's spring festival because he was taking a break.
The scholar next to him, with wide sleeves and a high crown, was the wizard Lang Tong whom Dasangli hired with a lot of money. I just don't know why he is dressed as a Confucian scholar even though he is a wizard.
Zhang Hong didn't look at the young slave kneeling there, but said solemnly to the bearded man:
"Sacrifice to the honorable envoy, I have always been good to the Tao of Taiping, just because I respect the great sage and mentor, who traveled thousands of mountains, waded through floods, and suffered from epidemic diseases.
The residents of Dasang Village and the clansmen of the Xian tribe are greatly blessed.
But the Spring Festival is a major event in the Xian clan, so why would the respected envoys fight against each other and destroy the friendship between the clan and the village?
Is this the meaning of the respected envoy or the meaning of the noble sect?"
Zhang Hong is old-fashioned, and his words are upright and logical.
He even pointed out directly to the bearded man whether there was a festival or not, and whether it violated the teachings of Taiping Tao.
But Zhang Hong spoke solemnly, but some people in the scene did not give him this respect.
Duman, the mat maker mentioned earlier, was whispering to Zhang Dan, the drummer next to him:
"Sure enough, as the saying goes, 'a bald man with a bald head and a shabby roof'.
Even though he is so old, he still needs a crotch to cover his baldness. It’s just like the things he does, trying to cover up his baldness.”
The words were dirty and playful, which made the drummer Zhang Dan laugh out loud.
But this smile attracted Zhang Hong. The old man just glanced at the two of them without entangled, and stared at the bearded man again.
He knew this man named Ji Sun, a rural envoy from Jinan on Taiping Road in Qingzhou. It was said that he was a former soldier of the Northern Army.
Later, for some reason, in addition to his military status, he joined Taiping Road and became a township envoy, in charge of the educational affairs of the township.
As for those behind him who were wrapped in yellow scarves, they were not from Taiping Road at all. They were all subordinates in the clan. They did not accept the arrangement of the clan and worked as tenants, and they were unable to support their relatives.
I guess it was because the community money was collected for this spring festival, and the collection was so ruthless that I pretended to be a Taiping Taoist. I also invited the township Taoist envoy to sacrifice my grandson, hoping to administer some kind of justice.
Ah!
Seeing the official arrival, the bearded Sun Ji took a step forward, bowed to Zhang Hong, and said:
"Supreme Emperor Huang Taiyi! Zhang Xinshi is a friend of our religion.
In the past, many believers provided food and clothing for the believers, so logically, I shouldn't bother them at this time.
But last night I received a bunch of letters from fellow practitioners in the church, saying something. It felt like something was stuck in my throat, so I came to Dasangli overnight, just to discuss this matter with Mr. Zhang Xinshi.
Otherwise, it would be really hard for me to get along with my superiors, and I would be ashamed of their trust in me."
"I don't know what the honor envoy is talking about?" Zhang Hong frowned and asked slowly.
"I, the Taiping Dao, follow Huang Tian's rule and protect the common people in this area. I am here to create peace in this world.
How to open it? The first thing is to eat, whether it is wheat rice or millet rice. Only when the common people are full can the world be peaceful and everything in order.
But now?
The countryside is rich and powerful, with vast streets and roads, but the poor have no land of any size. The countryside is rich and powerful, with vast buildings connected to each other, but the poor are nothing more than the robes of humble households; the rich and powerful in the countryside have servants and servants attached to them, but the poor have to break up their homes.
Therefore, the people were displaced from the cold and heat, and ended up in ditches where they died, with no one to bury them, and their bodies rotted away, causing epidemics to spread throughout the world.
It’s a pity that ‘Qingzhou Road is so lonely, with white flags hanging on every house.’
Fortunately, the great sage and good teacher of our ancestors held the Nine-section War and sent apostles from all directions to draw elixirs for the victims, boil talisman water, regulate internal energy, restore energy and refresh the spirit, and saved countless good people.
However, if you think about the root cause, it is just greed and abuse by the powerful, annexation without restraint, and the livelihood of the small people.
Therefore, in the past, I, Taiping Dao, had a mutual agreement with the powerful people in Qingzhou Township.
Powerful people need to be virtuous, refrain from annexation, and allow the small people to survive.
Those who commit crimes and are greedy will be rewarded with hungry dogs; those who are poisonous will be rewarded with tigers and wolves!
And yesterday, I received news that you, Zhang Hong, are so bold.
Spring festivals were held to ward off evil spirits, but in reality they were intended to make money from the people.
Furthermore, I, Taiping Dao, have been responsible for private Nuo sacrifices since six years ago, but you didn’t know how to report it, and actually made the shamans perform wild sacrifices.
When the two are combined, we have to ask for an explanation?"
Good guy! Zhang Hong is old and arrogant, but he won't give in to this grandson sacrifice. His elegant words are not like a soldier at all. He is worthy of being a person who walks on the path of peace and is proficient in teachings.
Zhang Hong's old face had a sad look on his face when he started to speak, but when he finished speaking, he started to smile:
"Okay! What a good country envoy. You are a foreigner and have your own religious rules. But today, you still have to follow the clan's laws."
After saying that, he gave the dove stick a heavy blow and shouted at Zhang Heizi with one hand:
"Come here, press Zhang Heizi over and perform the clan law."
As soon as the word "clan law" was dropped, not only the grandson was shocked.
Even Zhang Heizi, who was both rough and thin, couldn't help but change his expression.