After drinking the glutinous rice juice sent by Duman, Jisun felt much better.
At this moment, the residents from the other four districts also came one after another to participate in the Spring Festival.
I didn't do a good job in honoring my grandson, and I don't want to cause unnecessary problems.
Without saying hello to Zhang Hong and his son, they just let Zhang Chong and the others pull the wooden cart and leave.
In addition to the original 20 or so people wearing yellow scarves, Duman, Zhang Dan and other young people followed.
Zhang Hong twirled his beard and watched Ji Sun and the twenty or so people walking further and further away, his eyes flashing continuously.
He respected this man a little, he was loyal and courageous, and he kept his promise even though he was willing to commit suicide, which did not live up to his heroic spirit.
Looking at my son again, to put it bluntly, he has the eyes of a bee and the sound of a jackal, like a bird of prey, an owl, and a fierce dog.
It looks brutal and violent, but there is no pattern at all.
He has his own fortune-telling skills, and he knows how to protect his family business regardless of his skills or his willingness to fight bravely.
Rather, it depends on whether there is a pattern, which determines the wealth and prosperity of a lifetime.
But this son can only make people fear him, but he cannot be virtuous. In the end, he will become a dandy.
If this continues, whoever destroys my Zhang family will be here.
Thinking of this, he suddenly lost energy, asked someone to greet Lang Tong and Liu Gong, and then took his son back to the ancestral hall.
As for the Spring Festival in Wuli this time, just follow the script and do it in a hypocritical manner.
Here, Zhang Heizi was asleep on the wooden cart and followed everyone out of the house.
When we arrived at the horse post at the intersection, Ji Sun's packhorse was still tied there.
Si Sun took half a copper coin from the horse's saddlebags and handed it to Zhang Chong who was walking in the front. It was heavy.
"Heizi, I'll leave it to you to take care of me first.
Find a safe place to go and have someone take care of you.
When Heizi recovers, let him go back to the mountains without involving you."
After saying that, he looked at Zhang Chong again, and he felt a little ashamed:
"You are right. If I had used Sun Wu's art of war today, how could this disaster have happened?"
After saying this, he bowed his head to Zhang Chong and called him his master for one day.
Zhang Chong quickly pulled up his beard:
"Brother, you are right. On the contrary, I took it for granted.
Judging from Zhang Qiu's momentum, he will not allow us to control him.
He will definitely compete with swordsmen in the second game, and when the time comes for his elder brother to become a master, he will definitely be assigned to the third game.
In this case, even if we can win, my second uncle will probably die under Zhang Qiu's sword.
Therefore, this result is already the best."
After hearing this, the second uncle who had been standing still was stunned and opened his mouth.
The bearded man was also stunned, stroking his beard and thinking, he suddenly burst out laughing, but it also affected the wound, so painful that he accidentally pulled out one of his beards.
He didn't show any pity either, and bowed to Zhang Chong again:
"Don't dare to forget today's teacher!" After saying this, he bowed.
When Zhang Chong saw the bearded man bowing, he no longer stopped him, and he bowed to the end.
Everyone watched this scene, two people bowed to each other, one wrapped his wounds in a yellow scarf, and the other covered his crotch with calf-nosed trousers.
The scene was funny, but everyone present felt a little warm in their hearts.
Ji Sun supported Zhang Chong, and the two stood up together.
"Okay, I have to leave too. I didn't kill Mr. Zhang this time because I made a mistake.
I'm just waiting for an opportunity in the future to kill his father and son.
Then burn his deed with fire and find a way for us poor people to survive."
The bearded man looked at Zhang Chong, and then at the tribesmen and friends behind him. He sighed:
"I know you are not going to join the Taiping Road. This scarf is just to give me a boost.
But I still want to say that Taiping Road is always for us poor people to make the decision. There may be a misunderstanding here.
But it doesn’t matter. Sooner or later, you will understand Taiping Tao and even want to join us.
On that day, I will come to pick you up."
"I wish I could conspire with my brother on big things right now!" The more the bearded man looked at Zhang Chong, the more he thought he was a talent.
He patted Zhang Chong on the shoulder:
"effort!"
After saying that, he got on his horse, held his sword in his hand, and said goodbye like everyone else.
The horse carried a big beard on its back, turned its hooves lightly, and walked away with a click.
Watching the bearded man go away, Zhang Chong felt helpless.
"I'm sorry, although I respect you, but if you ask me to join Taiping Dao and become what the officers and soldiers call a 'moth thief' in the future, I still can't do it.
After all, I'm just an ordinary person. Why bother if I do something I know I can't do?
Hey, what a pity, Big Beard, you are such a good guy.
I only wish that your ideals and career will last as long as the moon and rise as high as the sun."
Zhang Chong was still thinking when suddenly a cough sounded.
The dark-skinned old farmer Zhang Gouzi, with a slight stutter and swallowing his voice, said to everyone present:
"Now, things are like this, Zhang Tiehu and his family won't let us go.
But no matter what, as long as there are twenty or so of us forming a stick, what will happen to him?
The remaining land in our hands will be passed on to us. Otherwise, how can we go down to see our ancestors?
So, let alone him, the emperor is here and wants our land, even at his own risk.
Let him come and do it with him. What a coward!"
Duman, who had been silent until now, interrupted this time.
"Uncle, I don't think Old Man Zhang will come openly with us. I can tell now that he doesn't want to offend Taiping Dao.
Although we are not Taipingdao, in the eyes of outsiders, we are.
He doesn't dare to touch us directly, but he is afraid of some dirty tricks behind him."
At that time, someone on the field shouted:
"Come on, naughty bear!"
"Yes, I'm not afraid of him."
"We also have knives and guns, so let's fight with him."
Seeing that everyone's morale was high, Zhang Gouzi nodded without saying anything. Then he said:
"Heizi's father grew up with me. Now that he is like this, I will take care of him.
You should also go back early, no matter what happens next, we will live our lives as usual."
After saying that, he said to Duman again:
"Manwa, why don't you go back early and stay with your mother, it's not easy.
This is a bad world. A good man will not live long."
Everyone exchanged a few more words and then gradually dispersed.
At this moment, only Zhang Heizi, his eldest son Zhang Chong, his second son Zhang Chong, and his two younger brothers, Zhang Ernan and Zhang Bingnan, were left beside the horse pile.
Zhang Chong had long discovered that all the men in the Zhang family were boring gourds.
His brother Zhang Zhong was a hard-working farmer. He only knew how to work. He would do whatever his father told him to do. He was a workman. Throughout this journey, Ren never said a word.
His second uncle had stayed in the mountains for a long time, and he only knew how to say "Zhong". Anyone who asked him to do something, he would be "Zhong". He cherished words like gold.
As for the younger father, his name is Zhang Bingnan, and he is also a simple and honest man. He had been wandering outside before, but the world has been difficult in the past few years, so he came back.
After coming back, he saw that there was no farmland at home, so he built a nest in the mountains to keep company with his second brother.
Therefore, Zhang Gouzi is the only one in the Zhang family who can make up his mind.
Moreover, Zhang Chong could see that his father must be behind this trouble.
Among the more than twenty people, there were four members of his family. When he first spoke, everyone was willing to listen to what he said.
This surprised Zhang Chong. He didn't expect that his father was also a figure in the village.
"Shizizi, what do you think of this Taiping Road? Do you really want to let us poor people make the decision? I don't think what you said is bad. If you have an idea, let some of your uncles talk about it. Everyone is obviously interested.
I’m worried.”
When his father asked, Zhang Chong also pondered for a moment:
"Dad, I actually don't understand people's thoughts.
But I heard a powerful person say: "If you look at the traces and traces of the heart, everyone can measure it. If you judge the traces of the heart briefly, there is no Yao or Shun in the world."
That is, if we only look at what others do and not what they think, this matter will be simple.
Because if something is good, we will accept it, and if something is bad, we will scold it. That’s easy.
But if you look at what he does and what he thinks, then this matter will be difficult to handle.
People's hearts are selfish, and if you think about it deeply, there may not be any good people in this world.
So, when I heard this theory, I felt it was very right.
Later, I heard another truth and said:
"The Duke of Zhou feared the day of rumors, but Wang Mang was humble and did not usurp the time."
It is said that there was an emperor's uncle thousands of years ago. He did things that made people gossip, but in the end he was a good person.
Then the big head in the previous dynasty, Wang Mang, was also a loyal minister before usurping the dynasty, but later it was discovered that he was the worst.
Then, I thought about it. In this world, it is useless to just look at what people do. After all, we still have to look at what people think.
For example, we give the big spotted pig good food and drink every day.
What are you picturing, other than picturing its flesh?
Therefore, if Taiping Road is good to us now, I'm afraid it won't cost us our lives in the future.
But the bearded man is a good man."
After Zhang Chong finished speaking, he raised the half-full copper coin in his hand and sighed.
When everyone heard this, they gasped.
Isn't that right? They just want to eat and drink the fat pig at home just for the meat.
It would be terrible if he and others were also fat pigs raised by Taiping Dao.
After understanding this truth, everyone was really impressed by this second son.
This metaphor is too damn graphic.
"Okay, okay. Let's keep it to ourselves. The main thing is to live our lives.
Let's go back early and ask Sister-in-law to get a chicken.
The weather isn't warm either, so Shi Zaizi should go back and put on some clothes to avoid getting too cold."
After saying that, Zhang Gouzi was thoughtful, and then ordered his eldest son to push the cart, and everyone rushed home.
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The Chengyang Jingwang Temple is dedicated to Liu Zhang, the grandson of Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty and the son of Liu Fei, King Hui of Qi Dynasty.
Back then, when Zhu Lu was in rebellion, he and his meritorious deeds killed the Lu family and made great contributions to the Han family.
He was supposed to be named King of Zhao, but Emperor Wen, who came to the throne at that time, learned that Liu Zhang intended to support his brother, King Liu Xiang of Qi, as the emperor.
The emperor was displeased and was granted the title of King of Chengyangjing.
But the story of Liu Zhangkuang's support of the Han Dynasty has been spread in this land of Qingxu, and people have continued to offer sacrifices to him.
There are probably 600 ancestral halls alone.
But now, inside the Chengyang Jingwang Nunnery in Dasangli, it has a different look.
After Zhang Hong took his son away from Wong Ni Chang, he took him directly into the nunnery.
But he didn't stop, but felt for a secret door on the side of the wall.
When the door opened, it was a dark corridor, and I didn't know where it led.
Zhang Qiu took a candle aside and lit it to illuminate his father's path.
The two of them went down the corridor and entered a dark room without walking for a while.
This is obviously a dark temple, and the Chengyang Jingwang Temple above only obscures people's eyes and ears.
There is a row of divine ancestor cards placed on the desk. The first one reads: "Ancestor Kao Qi Wang Zhang".
Later, a wooden clay sculpture was erected, dressed as a prince and king, and there was a stone tablet next to it to narrate the owner's deeds in that year.
When he arrived at the ground, Mr. Zhang knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times, then twisted an incense stick and put it on the incense burner.
Then, there was a shout:
"Kneel down"
There was a "plop". Zhang Qiu buried his head, stuck out his butt, and knelt down.
Since he was a child, whenever he made a mistake, he would come here and face the ancestral tablets to be punished.
Therefore, when his father shouted, his body already reacted.
Mr. Zhang, persistent in his fight, hit his son's buttocks three times.
After typing, he asked:
"Do you know why?"
"Er Zhi"
"Why?"
"If you look down on the heroes of the world, you will neglect the loyalty of the people with high ideals. If you advance, you will not win the hearts of your relatives. If you retreat, you will not be able to avoid the humiliation of your father-in-law."
"Why can't it be done?"
"Because my son is not convinced, he is the legacy of the dragon and the snake. He is dormant in the grass and should take advantage of the situation.
Today, the sky is fierce, the sea is boiling, the destiny of the Han family is crumbling, and the five virtues are rotating. It is the time for heroes to fight.
But my lord, I don't care about my luck, I don't take advantage of the opportunity, I just want to get stuck in the countryside.
What you want your son to do is the work of a hero, and if a powerful person in the village appoints officials, he will do this."
Zhang Hong was speechless at his son's words, and he could no longer hit the dove stick he raised.
He sat on the straw mat, looked straight at his kneeling son, and sighed:
"Chier Wuzhuang, you said that you are the legacy of the dragon and snake.
Unexpectedly, remembering your ancestors only triggered thoughts that you shouldn't have.
Fighting for the dragon? Are you worthy? Are our Zhang family worthy too?
I think your ancestors only had one place in Qingzhou back then, but they were already very lucky.
But what?
Guangwu can only send a partial army, and the great cause will be destroyed even more than Tang Xue.
In the ten months of leisure, Zukao had already faced north and was sent to Beijing.
Yes, this is the destiny of the Han people, so our ancestors were not ambitious.
But what happens next?
Emperor He had Zhang Han rebel in Le'an, Emperor An had Zhang Bolu rebel in Binhai.
When did our Zhang family serve?
But I figured it out. After all, it is "the emperor is the emperor with a golden sword, and the leader of the bow is the other capital."
As long as Liu is still the emperor, those of us named Zhang will have no choice but to be subordinate to others. Those of us named Zhang cannot defeat those named Liu.
Now, I think the brothers from Taiping Road are going to take this path. But in the end, they can't compete with the number of days.
So, got it?
If destiny does not belong to Zhang, what can I do?"
"My child understands."
"If you understand, then retreat. Also, when you go out, have someone beat to death the one who forgot to put the sand.
Wrapping him in a mat is considered because his surname is Zhang."
"Nuo" Zhang Qiu lowered his head, bowed and was about to exit the nunnery.
Suddenly, in the darkness, Zhang Hong asked:
"Is the waiter still hooking up with Xu He from Taiping Road?"
"yes"
"Well, then go down."
"promise"
Zhang Qiu was about to exit. After thinking for a moment, he said to his father in the dark:
"I understand what the adults said, but I heard what the Buddhists said and said
Life is hard, life requires a lifetime of hard work, and death involves a broken body and worries.
The child feels that sometimes, thirty years of life pass by in a hurry, like morning dew.
But if you can do great things, then there is no harm in dying. I retired."
After saying that, he turned around and left the dark temple.