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 the city in the late Xinmang Dynasty, two hundred years ago. This is why the name of Dashangli came from this.
He is recalling a feeling now, that is, his brain tells him that you know it all, but his body honestly says:
"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.
It stands to reason that a warrior who practices halberd throwing skills must have a broad back, long arms, and thick palms. But these are not included, and he still has the same thin and weak 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 him 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 whom they regard as "one of their own" defeats a superior wealthy man. This is an event 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 living in Dasangli, and the authority has been in the countryside for five miles. In the past, the strong and powerful people lived happily with food and wine, but they were poor and had no wages.
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 pay 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 would test the swordsmanship with living people. 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 and his troops.
Everyone in Dasangli knows about this.
Later, he went into the mountains and killed a group of bandits, lying and committing crimes.
In fact, they are not bandits at all, they are just poor people who have lost their land and do not want to be tenants.
Among the heads that were used to do the work, there was also a young boy. He became the chief of the pavilion next door, guarding the local public security, catching thieves, managing civil affairs, and taking care of the tourists.
It really is true to 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 people.
The mat weaver's family in Nabenli had been moved to Dasangli for more than ten years.
But that year, Duman's father went to the county to sell banquets. On the way, the Zhang family rode a horse and he couldn't avoid it. He fell into a manure pit and the filth entered the house. He was carried home and 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 full of bones and half a cart full of meat, a horse with two saddles, and two wheels that won't run over each other. I'll guard this child, Daman, and I won't marry until I die."
After that, this lady of the Du family helped Du Man 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 cheers.
He snorted:
"What are you talking about? Let's take a look at the back. Come, let's compete for the second game."
After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and asked people to remove the pot.
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.
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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 has an extraordinary skill with bow and sword.
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, he shot with a cangtou step and hit the target. The second uncle's bow was a hard bow of mulberry wood given to them and had not been calibrated. He was not strong enough, so he shot out an arrow, softly,
It grazed the grass target and flew more than ten feet away.
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 investment, he had already won the bet.
He has such trust in his martial arts.
Because, he is from the Yueqi Camp.
As for his opponent Zhang Qiu, he had always stood 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. However, although a certain family has a humble position, it does not lack the spirit of the lake and the sea. Comparing wooden swords is like a country fight, let's compare real swords.
"
When you say these words, you show murderous intent.
"Hehe, good! It's really good! I have seen the world in this big mulberry house. 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-headed 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. It was the preparation for warriors in the army before going into battle. A good kill was inevitable.
He did not use the Huanshou sword that he carried with him, but took out a precious sword from Bu Fu who was holding the knife case behind him.
As soon as I took 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, and then hid it deep in the box for use at this time.
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.
When the wind blows, the mulberry trees move, so do the people.
Zhang Qiu on the right kicked up a lump of yellow mud.
Then he stepped forward with his left foot, took two steps with his right foot and took one step at a time. Holding the knife at the center line, he quickly stabbed Sun's throat.
Sun Ji was doing the starting position. He held the handle of the knife in each other's left and right hands, and walked the back of the knife over his shoulders. His body was slightly bent, and his knees were bent. But as soon as Zhang Qiu pounced, he immediately jumped up, and the second attack came first.
He kept the knife rest unchanged, moved his right shoulder, and blocked the blade with Zhang Qiu's thrust. Then he pried upward, flipped his wrist, and the knife followed the force and slashed 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 torn.
Fortunately, when sacrificing Sun, he kept a distance based on his experience. When Zhang Qiu performed the slash from the abdomen, he immediately gave up the forward slash and switched to retreating to drag the slash.
But even so, Zhang Qiu's chop was still on his abdomen, tearing a bloody hole horizontally.
But Zhang Qiu didn't have it easy either. Ji Sun's last drag and 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 halt, Zhang Chong and his gang immediately rushed into the scene. They bandaged the wounds of the sacrificed grandson with yellow tapes. The bright red blood seeped through the bright yellow tapes, piercing the hearts of Zhang Chong and the others.
On the other side, the green-headed man and others also took the crimson silk and wrapped it up in Zhang Qiu's hair.
The sacrifice to the grandson was a bit weak, but he still pushed aside the crowd and bowed to Zhang Hong:
"Zhang Xinshi, now that the gambling fight is over, I'm going to 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 Si
, but the family law must be followed. The envoy thinks that what he said is reasonable or not."
Old man Zhang moved his dove stick to one side, twirled 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.
Sacrificing grandson, he 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 clan law requires sixty soldiers, 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 was willing to accept the family law and mutilate his body to repay his father's kindness.
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 be ashamed and endure the humiliation, waiting for death.
He cannot bear to see this unfair world.
At this time, he exerted all his strength, managed to stand up, and shouted to Zhang Hong:
"Zhang Tiehu, a certain family is expelled from the clan today. Now, a certain family has received these forty sticks, only..."
Before he could say anything more, Yibuqu had already stuffed a handful of rags into his mouth. Then, crackling, sticks came out like a shower, and they kept coming.
But Zhang Heizi just stood up and endured it, gritting his teeth in anger and dripping with sweat.
Sitting on the horse that Tufu 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 became a bandit, judging from his words and deeds, he was still a gentleman.