Chapter 16 Private Fight
The next day, Zhang Luo was repairing the wooden plate in the school.
Xiaozhu was helping from the side.
Because of the wooden disk I made before, the words written on it were all awkward.
Zhang Luo plans to make some improvements.
Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of copper banging in the Zhenhai Guard.
Zhang Luo stood up and looked at Zhang Xiaozhu beside him.
He said doubtfully:
"Is this the sound of the gong used to assemble the clans in the guard house? Why is it ringing now?"
Zhang Xiaozhu shook his head dully.
Zhang Luo hurriedly took Xiaozhu to the ancestral hall.
Zhang and Luo rushed to the ancestral hall.
He trotted all the way to the third master and supported him.
Zhang Luo turned around and saw a dark crowd standing in front of the ancestral hall.
These men are not regular soldiers, they are the family members of the guardsmen.
Grandpa Zhang, the village chief with a long white beard, slowly walked out of the ancestral hall.
This is the first time Zhang Luo meets Grandpa Zhang.
I saw that the village chief was wearing a crutch like the third master.
Behind him were two villagers, carrying a body covered in blood.
"Isn't that Xiao Shunzi who guards the rice fields in the back mountain?"
"Why is Xiao Shunzi covered in blood?"
"It must have been done by people from Dongshan Village!"
"Dongshan Village is so presumptuous."
"Grandpa Zhang, we can't just settle this account!"
It was getting late, and some torches were raised in front of the ancestral hall.
Grandpa Zhang stood in front of everyone and said in a heavy voice:
"Xiao Shunzi was vigiling in the rice fields in the back mountain last night."
"The people from Dongshan Village used a secret trick and pretended to be dead before escaping back to the guard."
"Dongshan Village has already planned to occupy the rice fields."
"We Zhenhaiwei will not allow such a thing to happen."
"Children, all go home and raid the guys. Let's go to the back mountain!"
Under the dark night, Grandpa Zhang, illuminated by a torch, had his eyebrows furrowed.
This normally taciturn old man was furious at this moment.
The faces of the men in front of the ancestral hall were all tense.
Responding to Grandpa Zhang’s call.
Since Zhang Luo came to Zhenhaiwei.
I have never seen such a scene.
Just watch the men listen to Grandpa Zhang’s order.
They all ran home and picked up wooden sticks, kitchen knives, steel forks and other folk weapons.
Zhang Luo frowned and asked the third master:
"What are Third Master and the others going to do?"
Third Master said with his crutch:
It’s just a fight between village guards.”
"Xiao Zhu goes to the temple to get this guy."
"I want to pray for the sons and daughters of Wei!"
Zhang Luo reacted, his hometown is Fujian.
In ancient times, it was a famous province for private fights.
Especially during the Ming and Qing dynasties, fighting between clans became increasingly serious.
Even into the 20th century, clan fighting still existed.
Until the city developed.
This situation completely dissipated as clan villages gradually disintegrated.
Zhang Luo learned about it from the third master last time.
Zhenhaiwei moved from Zhejiang during the Hongwu period.
As a foreign clan, there will inevitably be conflicts with local forces.
When Zhang Luo was reading the genealogy before.
It was discovered that Zhenhai Guards had fought hundreds of times over the past few hundred years.
Zhang Luo asked the third master in a low voice:
"Why didn't you see Baihu and the others?"
The third master glanced at Zhang Luo, held his cane, and said softly:
"In recent years, the imperial court has issued numerous orders prohibiting private fights among the people."
"It would be fine if it was just a normal men's fight."
"If the soldiers from the guard station are also dispatched, they will be punished by the county government at the least."
"If it's serious, I don't know what the county government will do."
Zhang Luo's thinking suddenly became clear.
Zhenhaiwei has a special geographical location.
The beginning of serious Japanese invasion along the Dongnan coast.
The imperial court ordered that all guard posts in Fujian and Zhejiang be placed under the command of the General Department of Beiwa.
This means that Zhenhaiwei is directly managed by Fujian Province.
The county government has no command authority over Zhenhai Guards.
There is no need to pay taxes to the county government on the grain grown in Weili's fields.
On the other hand, the local county government also provides monthly provisions to the soldiers of Zhenhai Guard.
A guardhouse that I cannot command and have to provide for myself.
The county government's attitude towards Zhenhaiwei is completely predictable.
Since the Tumubao Revolution in the Ming Dynasty, the status of military attachés has become increasingly low.
In the game with the local county government, Zhenhaiwei gradually became powerless.
In general, you can turn a blind eye to a fight with weapons.
It is said to be a personal grudge between ordinary people.
If the soldiers were involved, the county government might charge Zhenhaiwei with rebellion.
Zhang Luo asked again:
"Is that Dongshan Village competing with us for the rice fields in the back mountains?"
Third Master snorted and said:
"That's right, the rice field in the back mountain was originally allocated to Zhenhaiwei."
"It was occupied by Japanese pirates three years ago."
"The soldiers in the Wei army spent a lot of effort to take back the rice fields."
"As a result, people from Dongshan Village took advantage of the guardhouse and killed several hundred households."
"Taking advantage of the large number of people, they continue to occupy rice fields."
"Last month, we sent people directly to harvest the rice."
"What a bully!"
It turned out to be a fight for food, and now Zhang Luo finally understood it completely.
In the feudal era, rice fields were very important food resources.
Paddy can not only produce rice, but can also be sold to the county for money.
The money sold is enough to support many families.
During the Jiajing period, the lives of hundreds of households became increasingly difficult.
Which village has a large rice field?
This means that most people in this village can survive.
It is very common for farmland disputes to occur in the countryside.
Zhang Luo then asked:
"Then the county government won't take care of it?"
The third master's eyes suddenly became sharp and he said:
"You mean the government? Will he take care of this?"
"The people from the county government wish they could take over this rice field."
"To line their own pockets."
Zhang Luo sighed and shook his head.
Think of the feudal society's control over towns and villages.
I'm afraid I won't be able to control it even if I want to.
Not long after, the men who had just dispersed were all holding wooden sticks, hoes, and iron forks.
Standing in the square in front of the ancestral hall.
The leader was the second son of Grandpa Zhang’s family.
His name is Zhang Changwei, and he is of the same generation as the great carpenter Zhang Changwen.
But Zhang Changwei is much younger than the great carpenter.
He looks like a middle-aged man in his forties.
The third master took a reed pen and put a mole on Zhang Changwei's head.
He was chanting ancient Hokkien dialect to cheer Zhang Changwei.
Zhang Changwei first paid his respects to the ancestral hall.
Then he bowed to the altar set up by the Third Master.
Finally, I paid my respects to my father, Grandpa Zhang.
Then he stood up and stretched his muscles.
Zhang Changwei picked up an ax in his hand.
Lift the ax head high above your head.
Leading the crowd behind him, he marched toward the back mountain.
Zhang Luo turned to Third Master and said:
"Third Master, I want to go and have a look."
Third Master nodded and said:
"You are a scholar. Don't get too close to the army. Just watch from the side."
Zhang Luo hurriedly chased the retreating crowd.
The large army has walked some distance.
Zhang Luo didn't catch up in time.
However, they suddenly discovered Zhang Wangsheng, a few living treasures, following not far behind the large army.
After discovering Zhang Luo, Zhang Wangsheng wanted to escape.
Zhang Luo grabbed him by the collar.
"What are you little brats doing here?"
"You must know that this is a fight, not a chase."
Zhang Xiaowu and three other uncle Changwen's grandsons lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.
Only Zhang Wangsheng struggled to break free and said:
"Sir, I am also from Zhenhai Guard, why shouldn't I be allowed to go?"
"I'm going to wave the flag to cheer for the heroes in Wei."
Zhang Wangsheng shouted.
While shaking the military flag made of bamboo poles and white cloth in his hand.
This chapter has been completed!