Fu Fuji set off. When he set out, he felt very complicated because this was the second time he went to the "Kon Thief". This time, he went as the leader of the village.
When it comes to being the biggest landowner in Meiyang Village, it is not Fu Fu Er who speaks with the most authority. It is his clan uncle Fu You San, an old boy - the invitation to the meeting was sent to him. But this
The clan uncle is old, and he has little knowledge of country people. He rarely goes out. Even the book office in the county is considered a big shot. Not to mention the overseas visitors who come in big iron ships. And I heard that the "Kun Thief" is very powerful.
He thought he was always a monster-like figure with green eyebrows and red eyes, and would not go there even if he was beaten to death. The clan had no choice but to come and seek advice from the only Fu Fu Er who had ever dealt with the "Kun Thief". Fu You San's wives
Both he and his son cried and knelt in the hall of his house, begging him to do something for him, and gave him a lot of money and silk.
Although Fu Bu'er was a little scared, he had finally been a prisoner of "Kun thieves" and knew that although these people were powerful, they were not evil people. They should be reasonable and know right from wrong. What kind of "consultation meeting" was going to be held now was nothing more than a food distribution faction.
The bad thing is that I was not killed when I joined the encirclement and suppression team and was captured as a prisoner, and now I will not die if I go to a meeting. I heard that my former long-term worker Ma Peng was also working as an errand at "Short Hair", so he took my mother over -
―A gang that allows its subordinates to take care of their old wives can’t be too bad. In addition, the temptation of the property that Fu Yousan sent and the pleading of the clan members couldn’t be resisted, so they agreed immediately.
Fu Buer's wife knew that he was going to a meeting, and she actually made a fuss behind his back a few times, not wanting him to go - last time she had to go to war with Huang De, and she was injured, so she finally spent money to redeem him.
Now he has thrown himself into a trap again. He made Fu Buer upset for several days. Finally, he went out for a meeting with his little boy.
Fu Fu'er's village is actually not far from Bairentan. If you don't count the straight-line distance, it's about forty miles away. In ancient society, it was already a very long distance. Even if there are good roads, most people have to walk four miles.
Five hours, let alone a remote county with poor road conditions.
Winter is a good season for traveling far away. The temperature in winter is pleasant. There are no typhoons and no heavy rain. The roads are dry and easy to travel. Most of the rivers have been reduced to the point where you can ford them. You don’t need to go around in big circles to find places where you can ford and get there.
bridge place.
Even so, it is not easy to go out once. There are no donkeys, mules and other livestock in Hainan. Unless you are a gentry who can raise a sedan or a rarer horse, whether it is a landowner or a long-term worker, you have to go out with two feet. Doesn't it matter?
The only thing that makes me better than ordinary farmers when I go out is that I have a domestic boy to help carry my luggage. I heard that a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old can follow him to Dongmen City. He is much more active than this old man. The night before
Got everything packed up.
It was not easy to go out in ancient times. Hotels were rare things. There were no Yuelai Inns like those in martial arts movies. To stay in a hotel, you had to go to a larger market or city. It was not like in movies and TV series.
The cool "ask for a room", in fact, there are very few single rooms. Even if there are single rooms, the hotel does not provide bedding and bedding - these must be brought by travelers.
It’s impossible to eat and drink without encountering a larger market. So you have to prepare everything by yourself, including food, sleep, supplies, and clothing. It’s quite a big bag when you pack it.
Starting from the village, we walked on the road for several hours. Along the way, we met people from various villages who were also going to "meetings." Representatives sent from each village were all kinds of people. They were either the heads of clans, big households, chiefs of security guards, and gentry.
We, some of the villages are gifted with talents from their own villages - these people have seen the world to some extent. We are all walking together, some of them talk to relieve their boredom, and also to strengthen their courage. Most of the people are asking each other, wanting to know how much the other villages are prepared to pay.
Send the "Kun people". Everyone estimated that judging from the behavior of this group of people, they probably didn't care about money. They estimated that they were more likely to be sent on missions.
The gentry, who were riding in sedans and riding horses with many servants, naturally did not get along with these commoners. Although a few poor scholars did not have a sedan to sit in, they also trotted along beside the gentry's cool sedans.
He spoke breathlessly to show that his identity was different from the mud-legged people beside him.
We talked all the way to the Wenlan River, which is already the territory of the "Kun people". The road became wide and flat, and there was no dirt when walking up. I saw a wooden shed on the roadside, and standing inside was a man in gray short clothes.
The soldier with the leather belt stood upright with a black gun. Seeing the bright dagger on the muzzle, Fu Buer couldn't help but trembled - he had seen this kind of dagger like cutting tofu a few months ago.
Effortlessly it stabbed into the chest of a dying regiment member from a neighboring village.
There are several tables in the shed, the kind used by the richest households here. There are several people sitting behind the tables working on things. They are all dressed in clothes similar to soldiers, but without armed belts. There is a notice outside the shed.
There was a sign with some words written on it. Fu Buer, who was illiterate, begged a child to read it. It turned out that people who were coming to the meeting were here to check and register their invitations.
I saw four or five teenage children standing outside the shed. They were all dressed up like the people in the shed, except they had a red strip of cloth tied around their necks. They looked like short-haired people and had short-cut hair. They were all tall.
Anyone who wants to come has to line up and register in order.
"I heard that this short-haired man bought countless children from the mainland and came here. These are probably the people." A man who looked like a scholar said to others.
"I just don't know what to do with these half-grown children?"
"I don't know, this generation is very scheming, and I am in great danger." The scholar pretended to be shocking and said.
Fu Buer couldn't care about all this and just moved forward with the crowd. When it was his turn, the person behind the table looked at his invitation and took out a small piece of hard paper from the table with a root tied to it.
The thin rope began to fill in the name of his village and name.
"Is this your entourage?"
"Yes." Fu Buyer said quickly, "My family's domestic boy."
The person doing the work took a look and wrote in the notes column on the paper, "One person is accompanying me, a male boy."
"Hang it around your neck," said the man in gray clothes. "This is your voucher for attending the meeting. With this, you can stay and eat for free at designated places - don't lose it. The place you are going to doesn't have this card."
You'll be arrested."
"Yes, yes." Fu Buer quickly hung the card around his neck and walked to the side.
I heard an argument broke out in the team next to me: "I'm sorry, you can only bring a maximum of 5 followers to the meeting."
"I won't eat your food. I'll bring my own dry food!" A man who looked like a gentleman was arguing.
"That's not possible either. There aren't that many places for people to stay."
I heard the gentleman burst into rage: "What are you so arrogant about? Aren't you just the sour man from Qiancun who was so poor that he couldn't even enter school at the age of forty? After following the 'Kung Thief' for a few days, you want to rebel!"
The crowd became commotion, and a "real man" came out from behind the shed, wearing a colorful short coat, and whispered: "Who wants to rebel?"
Everyone fell silent immediately, and several of the "fake men" who were doing things stood up straight. Someone shouted: "Report to the chief——"
"No need to report." Dugu's proposing eyes glanced at the gentleman in front of the table, "You want to rebel?"
Dugu proposed because he had been dealing with the locals in Dongmen City. Although he couldn't speak Lingao dialect, he learned a lot of local Hainanese Mandarin.
Naturally, the gentleman understood what he said. Seeing this "true Kun" come out, he was already timid. But when he asked him this question again, he was almost heartbroken. He was speechless.
Someone nearby said: "Chief, no one is rebelling, we are all good people, good people."
When Dugu proposed, he heard someone say that he was a good citizen. He felt embarrassed and made himself look like a Japanese devil. He waved his hand and said: "Continue to register!"
The gentry was helped to one side, and some flatterers gave him water and encouraged him. It took him a while to calm down. Naturally, his arrogance was gone, so he obediently registered five followers and left.
Fu Buer saw this live drama and felt quite happy in his heart. In the past, these gentry had eyes on their foreheads, and they were not as embarrassed in front of "Kun people".
"Just take a look at the world today -" The sour scholar walking by him wanted to say something else, but was pulled back by the person next to him, "You don't want to live anymore!"
Fu Buer didn't know what this meant, so he walked over on his own.
In Bairentan, Fu Buer spent some time as a prisoner. At that time, he squatted in a barbed wire fence outside the bandit's village for dozens of days in a thatched hut. Now that he comes back, he doesn't recognize him at all. Everything is everywhere.
I built a house, which is all built with red bricks and red tiles. Although the style is different from the local ones, it looks strong and beautiful. In comparison, my uncle Fu Yousan's house looks very simple.
The streets of the market are paved with bricks and stones, and there are many shops along the street. There are many pedestrians on the street, people coming to the market to buy things, and there are also many real and fake kuns walking around and talking. Fu Buer can see
When he was fresh and asked the clerk in the shop: where is this place, the clerk looked at him as if he were a fool:
"This is Dongmen City. You didn't even know it when you came here?"
It turns out that this is the famous Dongmen City! Fu Buer knew about this place. He even sent long-term workers here to sell grain and pound rice. He knew from the long-term workers that this place was very prosperous, with cheap salt and a lot of
There are good things to buy, and there are also big houses that I have never seen before.
While I was looking around, someone came over and asked, "Are you a representative coming to the meeting?"
"Yes, yes, I am from Meiyang Village." Fu Fuji quickly pulled the paper card from his chest and showed it to him.
"I'll take you to your residence." The visitor was very polite.
Immediately he was taken to the inn. The inn was a newly built, elegant two-story red brick house with many corridors and stairs that made him dizzy, especially the countless doors in the corridors. He lived in a room.
There are two beds in the double room, and there are candlesticks in the room, which are thoughtful and convenient.