In the past few days, a martial arts arena has been neatly organized in the most spacious part of the back mountain. A group of six shirtless teenagers used a rope to pick up a short, heavy log, shouting slogans and tamping the ground. A few carpenters
He also used the remaining materials to build a general ordering platform that was one person tall and one foot long and wide. Li Yan began to suspect that Song Wen was planning to rebel...
Holding his waist and fluttering in the wind, Song Wen stood on the general stage and was very proud... Lin Chong next to him was also excited, but Li Yan became more and more suspicious of Song Wen.
The seventy-two young men below all put on clean new cloth clothes, and the thick-soled short boots were tied tightly with cloth strips. The oldest was fifteen or sixteen years old, the youngest was twelve or thirteen years old. The younger ones were with eight
The girls stood together on the viewing platform opposite with sullen faces.
Several households of tenant farmers and craftsmen were also sitting on one side of the viewing platform, looking at the battle in front of them as if their calves were trembling a little.
The young men did not wear any small hats and hairpins on their heads. They wore clean green turbans and a black forehead smear. In the center of the forehead, there was a simple seal character embroidered... Song!
Li Yan was very happy when he saw the word "Song" on his forehead at first. He was about to praise Song Wen when Little Turtle was loyal and considered himself a citizen of the Song Dynasty... The conversation between An Chun and Li Erlang suddenly made him wary!
"Is this the character Song?"
"yes!"
"Song of the Song Dynasty?"
"Shit! Our brother Song Wen's name is Song..."
From then on, Li Yan became more and more displeased with this forehead wiping. When she asked Song Wen, he was also confusing herself... which made Li Yan feel angry. Isn't this Song Dynasty bad? Why is it so old?
Are you dissatisfied? Are there any emperors in the past dynasties who are more benevolent than the officials of Zhao and Song Dynasty? Natural and man-made disasters, refugees and beggars... Which dynasties and generations did not have it? How good it is to live a peaceful life and be a loyal person.
There was an iron trumpet standing in front of Song Wen. After clearing his throat, he said loudly to the people in the audience: "Brothers and elders! Song Wen, a certain family, is polite here..."
The audience was silent and there was no applause. Song Wen felt a little dissatisfied, but he still said excitedly: "Today is the day when I erect a monument in Qingshan Village! From today on, my brothers, siblings, and fellow villagers from my hometown will all be here after leaving this village.
You can call yourself a citizen of Qingshan Village!"
"The state-owned legal family has family rules! Now, publicly announce the rules of our Qingshan village... Starting from a certain family, if anyone violates it! There must be no mistakes in dealing with it according to the law!"
"For all the land in Qingshan Village, the cultivators will keep seven percent for themselves! Qingshan Village will be responsible for birth, old age, illness and death...there must be no mistake!"
"The children taken in by Qingshan Village will be held responsible for their birth, old age, illness and death by Qingshan Village. If there is no betrayal, they will never be held responsible!"
"The craftsmen of Qingshan Village are regarded as the children of Qingshan Village! Qingshan Village is responsible for all life, old age, illness and death!"
With a bang, everyone in the audience panicked...
Whispers, arguments, disbelief, weeping... In this world where class oppression is as big as a mountain, the proprietor who only takes 30% of the rent is like a bodhisattva!
Birth, old age, sickness and death... Birth, old age, sickness and death... Help during life, support when old! Care when sick, and burial after death! Is it really just four words? How much money and effort does this cost the family?
To do it?
Li Yan frowned and looked at the thin young man in front of her... This little turtle has just turned sixteen, right? How did his master who saw the dragon but never saw the end teach him? How did he get so big?
Vigor?
When wealth comes, it comes like a tsunami, when it goes away, it turns into spring breeze... Does he really not care about money? What kind of person can truly regard money as dirt?
There is no such thing as drinking blood wine, cutting off chicken heads and burning yellow paper. Song Wen feels that instead of fooling people with ghosts and ghosts, it is better to really let them see the benefits and hope!
Twelve teenagers used logs as poles to carry a blue stone tablet. They shouted slogans and walked step by step from the village gate to an open space next to the mountain road. A pit had been dug in the open space and built with stones.
made a groove.
A group of young men wearing wiping foreheads swarmed forward and placed the stone tablet in the groove. Song Wen, Li Yanlin and three others came forward with shovels in their hands.
Everyone took a few steps back and watched quietly as Song Wen neatly scooped up a shovel of soil and gravel, then buried it under the base of the stone monument...
Everyone filled in the soil together, and the stone tablet covered with a piece of red cloth sat firmly on the roadside. It was neither big nor small and looked very stable and practical.
Song Wen looked at the sun and saw that it was already approaching noon. Then he tore off the red cloth on the stone tablet...
Qingshan Village!
Everyone performed their duties and began to do their own things in an orderly manner. The teenagers still leveled the land and helped the craftsmen build houses. The men from the tenant families began to tidy up the fields, pull weeds and water the fields, and the women gave guidance to the eight girls and a few children.
Take over the kitchen to prepare meals...
Lin Chong and Li Yan began to select a group of teenagers with the best bones to start practicing martial arts. The boxing and sword routines had been simply decided, and Song Wen and a carpenter began to arrange the training equipment on one side of the martial arts field.
"Bury two pieces of wood here, it doesn't have to be smooth, it just needs to be one foot high! Nail a hook on the top! There is a deep pit over there, just four feet deep. It must be compacted with earthen bricks all around, and there can't be any place to borrow force... Over there
There are two single-plank bridges! Then there are zip lines... a low wall... a shallow pit half a foot long, with ropes on the top! And... and..."
There are a dozen different obstacles using local materials, and the obstacle course with a round trip length of fifty feet slowly begins to take shape.
Two days later, Li Yan squatted next to the place with a look of disdain on her face, and sneered: "It's all fancy, but it's enough to have a few stone locks, broadswords, hammers, etc.? What's the point of spending all this effort to build these things? What's the use of them?"
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Song Wen pointed at Lin Chong who had just come back panting from the obstacle course and said: "Lin Chong has tried it several times. Ask him if this thing is useful!"
Lin Chong was only wearing a short coat, and his clothes were already wet with sweat. Hearing this, he waved his hand... "If it is for fighting martial arts, it is of little use! But if it is on a battle formation or an army soldier in the streets,
Fighting here...it's quite useful!"
Li Yan didn't believe it: "What's so difficult about this?"
Song Wen shook his head: "Not everyone is a master. Ordinary people want to quickly adapt to various battle formations, whether in the streets or in the military market...all kinds of unexpected obstacles and venues will be encountered.
!With this kind of training accumulated over time, the whole person’s reaction and endurance will increase.”
Li Yan threw off her clothes, stirred her dark tendons and said, "I'll know if it works or not after you try it!"
After the trip, Li Yan stopped talking.
There was a bruise on his knee, and his right wrist was twisted... I originally thought I could capture the time-travel, but now I am trying my best to suppress my breathing...
"This thing...has some uses."
Song Wen smiled and didn't want to pierce his tiger skin. He turned around and said to Li Erlang: "The winery is located in the back mountain, and you are still responsible for it! You can take care of the manpower. Pick out twenty more people honestly and honestly. Slowly.
Slowly teach them how to make wine! Also, don’t teach them all the processes at once, observe them slowly... Leave ten more for those who are strict with their mouths and know how to keep it secret! They will also be under your management from now on."
"Erlang has an order!"
Song Wen suddenly remembered something... "Let's go, take me to see that damn liar! How long has he been locked up?"