Chapter 42 Huang Shiren of God Killing

"Little friend, do you know how to refine medicine?" He Zhizhang was also unwilling, so he let Lu Zangyong's narrow-minded behavior continue to sweep everyone's interest. After thinking about it, he decisively diverted the topic.

"I just learned some fur in the master's school, and in the last few days, I have nothing to do, so I have refined some easily!" Because he heard He Zhizhang and Zhang Ruoxu with his own ears, how to protect himself before, at this moment, Zhang Xian's heart is not only worshipping these two old-timers, but also a little closer. While explaining, he smiled and promised, "This medicine is called panacea, and it is used to treat itching after mosquito bites, and it has a very good effect." If the two seniors were not in a hurry, they would have walked a little slower. The juniors will ask someone to go back and get some gold balm for the two elders to try! ”

After that, he quickly turned his head to Ren Quan, and ordered him to run back immediately to get the medicine, and he didn't intend to give He Zhizhang and Zhang Ruoxu a chance to refuse.

He Zhizhang and Zhang Ruoxu have heard more than once from Sun Anzu's mouth how magical the "Wind Oil Essence" secretly made by Zhang Qianshimen. I just heard that the magic oil and the wind oil essence are "close relatives", which can stop itching and remove stasis, expel mosquitoes, and also saw with my own eyes that after Lu Zang applied the magic oil, the smell of dog shit on the whole body was instantly suppressed, and I felt more and more that the elixir was rare. At this moment, hearing that Zhang Qian was willing to give it away for free, he was suddenly a little overjoyed. After a casual politeness, they both decided to laugh it off first.

Na Ren Quan immediately borrowed a mount from Sun Anzu's entourage and returned to Zhuangzi at a gallop to get medicine. Zhang Qian, He Zhizhang, Zhang Ruoxu, and Sun Anzu continued to talk and walked towards the outside of the hilly area. On the way, the three old men inevitably asked some questions about Zhang Qian's master, and Zhang Qian has been quite well prepared in recent days, and basically answered them all without leakage.

Taking this rare opportunity, Zhang Qian also seriously asked the three old men for advice about the current rules and regulations of the Tang Dynasty, customs and customs, territorial coverage, and the situation of the surrounding countries. He Zhizhang, Zhang Ruoxu and Sun Anzu appreciated his humble attitude towards learning, and they all patiently gave him guidance and answers.

Of course, what the two sides talked about the most, and where they could find the most common language, was still the understanding of the Confucian classics.

If the study of Confucianism is profound, Zhang Qian will not be able to touch the heels of He Zhizhang and Zhang Ruoxu if he studies for another twenty years. However, if we talk about the three old men who have mixed knowledge and broad vision, and have not received the cramming education of the 21st century and the poison of the Internet, they will not be able to see Zhang Qian's back when they put on their wings.

Therefore, although there is a big difference in age between the four people, and their growth environment and life experience are completely different, they talk very speculatively about each other. Before I knew it, I walked out of the hills and into the plains.

The road under your feet gradually widened. The surrounding farmhouses are dotted, and the sound of barking dogs also rises and falls.

Because it is the beginning of the ninth lunar month, all the crops in the field have been harvested, leaving only the withered yellow "oak roots". Closer to the farmhouse, you can see patches of radish, leeks, mustard greens, etc., still lush and green.

Look at the yard of the landlord's house where you live, it's not too far. Zhang Qianxin began to ponder in his heart, when he met for the first time, invited He Zhizhang and Zhang Ruoxu, two big guys, to his home to drink a bowl of tea, is it considered presumptuous? Of course, it would be better if the two bigwigs drank happily and inscribed a few words on themselves. In the future, whether you paste it for collection or pass it on to your children and grandchildren, it will be two treasures.

Just as he was hesitating, he heard a cry not far ahead: "Steward Cui, Steward Cui, please, please, don't pull my cow." The child's grandfather is sick and can't get off the ground. My family is counting on a cow to work......"

"Don't cry and grab the ground, just like we bullied you. You let the villagers comment, how much famine has your family borrowed from Zhuangshang from the beginning of spring to the present? An angry voice rang out immediately after, cold and hard, like the north wind of the cold winter moon. In the spring, let your family share a few acres of land, but your family refuses to ......"

"Steward Cui, Steward Cui, you are gracious, gracious! You will be gracious and graceful for another five days, not three days, and within three days, we will definitely deliver the tenant rent to the owner's warehouse! ”

"Three days? How many three days have it been since autumn to now, do you count it yourself? I don't know what you're thinking yet, the government prohibits the slaughter of cultivated cattle, and the buying and selling of cultivated cattle is also recorded by the government. So you drag on the debts and tenant rent, and no one can take you! Tell you, I've already said hello over there......"

"No, misunderstanding, butler, you misunderstood. I'm back, we're back, don't pull the cow. When the cow pulls, our family will be able to farm! ”

"What about your eldest son, why don't you let him go to the ground? Three-year-old yak eighteen Han, he is also seventeen or eighteen years old......"

"My son wants to study......"

"You see, your family can't even afford to eat, and you have to provide for your son's education. If the whole family is like you, and you don't pay back the grain you borrow, and you don't pay the tenant rent you owe, won't the master's family want to drink the northwest wind! ”

"Cow, my cow!"

"Let go, let go, don't let go, be careful with the whip!"

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Because there was still some distance away, the cries and scolding were intermittent. However, Zhang Qian could clearly judge that he was a vicious servant of a landlord's family who forced debts to come to the door. I was going to pull the tenants' cattle to settle the bill.

"Damn it!" The scene of Xi'er being dragged away by the housekeeper and evil servant sent by Huang Shiren in the opera "The White-Haired Girl" quickly flashed in front of him, Zhang Qian scolded in a low voice, and walked towards the source of the sound with great strides.

Young people are already fond of hugging and fighting, not to mention that at this moment, there are still two poetry and writing bigwigs he has admired for a long time standing beside him. Therefore, even if he tried to offend his neighbors, Zhang Qian wanted to take care of this matter today.

There was a fire hidden in his heart, and he walked very quickly, and in a short time, he came to the scene of the incident. Across the crowd, I heard a peasant woman crying and begging: "Steward Cui, Steward Cui, Kai'en, Kai'en." The child, his grandfather, is still sick in bed! You took away the cow, our family, and our family will have no way to survive next year! ”

"If there is no ox, let your eldest son pull the plow. It is a great grace for the master to give you the land. You refuse to pay the rent and refuse to repay the debt, is there still a reason to go?! "The butler's voice sounds like a knife, and each knife pokes the other person's heart." If everyone else learns from you, what is the master still doing with the land? It's better to be wild from the beginning! ”

"Butler, don't pull my cow, I'll kowtow to you, kowtow!" A childish cry came from the crowd immediately after, sounding smaller than Zijuan, and it was desolate in fear.

"Let go, you Nizi, believe it or not, pull you to pay off your debts?!" The housekeeper's threatening voice does not carry any human warmth.

"Butler, Kaig, Kaig! Don't pull my cows! Please, please! I, I'll let Erya go with you! The peasant woman was also forced to be anxious, so she begged a few words first, and then resolutely took the housekeeper's words, "Don't pull my cow, I'll give the second girl to the master's house." She's fourteen years old and can do anything. You can take her away now, and from now on, you can be a cow and a horse, and it will be up to the Lord's house!" ”