"Others are divorced, but I am here to drop out."

The fifth Lun stayed not long after finishing his errands, and turned over on the little yellow stallion that was on his behalf - no name, who would name the mount for a serious person?

Next to the official school is the south gate, after going out of the city gate, you can also see the three words "Changping County" in the center of the two-zhang high wall.

When Fifth Lun first came, he thought it was the Changping of the Battle of Qin and Zhao Changping, but later found out that it was not.

This county belongs to Zuo Fengyi, one of the three auxiliaries of the former Han Dynasty, formerly known as Changling County, which was changed to Changping three years ago, and its location is probably in the east of Xianyang City, Shaanxi Province.

Therefore, the wall is old, but the characters are very new, just as Wang Mang hoped - the new emperor treated the world like a renovated house, and erased all traces of the old Han by knocking and brushing a layer of new paint.

So Wang Mang changed the official system and place names of the world all over the world, such as the county guard became Dayin, the county order became the county commander, and the three assistants became six lieutenants.

Fifth Lun has figured out Wang Mang's routine of changing his name to a mad demon, everything is reversed, and the mausoleum is high, so he changed it to how to level the world if his chest is uneven.

There is a place called Wuxi in the Yangzhou Thorn History Department, Wang Mang doesn't like the wordless, so he changed it to the antonym "there is tin".

But after inquiring with a businessman from Kanto, Wulun was disappointed to find that Changshan was still Changshan, and it was not changed to Shijiazhuang!

Lanling was also only renamed "Landong", not Zaozhuang.

"Wang Mang, who said that he was good, is the predecessor of the traverser? If so, I'll definitely leave some code on the place name. ”

Wu Lun stopped his thoughts, rode south, and left the county seat.

In my previous life, I was unable to do anything in my thirties, but now I feel great to have a 17-year-old body again, and the best part is that I am free from high myopia and the world is clear again.

After leaving the city, Wu Lun looked up to the east, and he could see a big mountain in the shape of a bucket standing three miles away, with lush pines and cypresses at the bottom of the mountain, and temple buildings built around the mountain.

In fact, it is not a mountain, but Changling, the mausoleum of Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty. Although Wang Mang changed his old name all over again, he did not dig the ancestral grave of the old Liu family. It's just because he played a trick when he was in charge of the Han Dynasty: let people offer Jin Ce bronze talismans, saying what "the Red Emperor manifests his spirit, and the Han family is reckless".

So this Zen Rang was actually passed on to Wang Mang by Han Gaozu himself?

I heard that Wang Mang also accepted Jin Ceshu in front of Emperor Gao's spirit, in the eyes of Wu Lun, this is simply a grave jump, if Liu Bang knows under the spring, I am afraid that he will be so angry that the coffin will be revealed.

Afterwards, Wang Mang regarded Changling and Gaomiao as the "Wenzu Temple" of the new dynasty, and still maintained the continuous sacrifice of incense.

After passing the Changling Tomb, along the dusty dirt road all the way to the south, you will enter the "Linqu Township" where the fifth Lun's house is located.

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The Chengguo Canal, which is hundreds of miles long, spans the Weibei Plain, irrigates tens of thousands of hectares of land, and the best fields in Changling are concentrated on the side of the canal, although it is not comparable to the Jia Mu and one gold around the Jingshi, but it is also very expensive.

And along the endless Seonguni Canal, from east to west, there are eight miles of Hongo, and the names are simple and clear: the first li, the second li, and the third li...... From the fifth to the eighth mile, there are tribes that migrated from Qi two hundred years ago.

Most of the Liju in the Qin and Han dynasties were small peasant families of five to eight families, but there were exceptions, and the Kanto immigrants who were relocated to the customs did not understand the language of the Qin people when they first arrived, and in order to survive in a strange land, they could only huddle together for warmth. Hundreds of schools of thought gathered together and became a clan, but it was a bit like the Hakka people in the south in later generations, and the clan concept was very heavy.

When passing through the first mile, you can see the ancestral hall built by the first clan from afar. I also met two children of the first clan who went to the county seat by car, and the fifth Lun stationed in the horse and gave his hand, but the other party just nodded casually, and his attitude was very arrogant, as if the fifth Lun saluted them as it should be.

Angry, Fifth Lun's companion and servant Fifth Fu spat on the backs of the two and scolded: "This First Clan still thinks that he is a big sect!" didn't even return Lang Jun's gift! ”

Fifth Lun just frowned and stopped the servant: "Wufu, go home and scold again." ”

He only called his servant Wufu because his big cake face was festive, and he looked like Wufuwa, thick and strong.

In order to facilitate memory, the fifth Lun put a label on the distant relatives, and the first clan was undoubtedly the most arrogant. As the descendants of Tian Guang, the king of Qi, they ranked first when they migrated, and they also had the largest population and land. When Emperor Wu, his family had bought officials as langs, and had two county orders, but now although the officials are getting smaller and smaller, the head of the first family is only the three elders of the township, but he has always regarded the other families as small sects.

All the way to the west, several other families also have their own characteristics.

The second clan is the shortest - Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty hit Haoqiang, and the second clan was defeated as a typical example of evil because of his dealings with the hero Guo Jie, and was moved to Fangling in Hanzhong to open up wasteland, and cut off contact with relatives. As a result, only seven of the eight major families have become common knowledge in Hongo.

The third clan is the smallest—and for some reason, it is almost passed down from generation to generation, so that the number of people is scarce, the household is not more than ten, and the people are not more than hundred, and they are attached to the first clan.

The fourth clan is the most elite - this family has found another way and chooses to do business, can it not be shrewd to be a businessman?

The Fifth Clan is the most fierce - the Fifth Lun family is famous for its toughness, because the Fifth Lun's grandfather was born in the army, and he also went to the Western Regions with Chen Tang to fight when he was young, and he can fight in a battle. The farmers are busy fighting for water and weapons, and no one in the village can do anything to them.

The Sixth Clan is the most honest - this family is adjacent to the Fifth Clan, burying their heads in farming, managing the fields, and rarely participating in battles.

The Seventh Clan is the most vicious - the Seventh Clan is a well-known evil hero, there are many light heroes in the family, dancing swords and swords all day long, bullying the weak, and it is said that he also had dealings with the Maoling Heroes, and secretly did some illegal things.

The eighth clan is the best Confucian - this family moved in the end, and the good land was occupied by relatives, the population was not as good as the first clan, and the fight was only the fifth and seventh, and the business was also suppressed by the fourth. So their ancestors went to Chang'an to learn scriptures at their own expense, and they got the dividends of scriptures.

Therefore, the eighth clan attaches the most importance to education, and the family has a classic, but it has been a little declining recently, and it has not been too many students for a long time. This year, the eighth correction was robbed of the place by the fifth Lun, resulting in a somewhat stiff relationship between the two families.

All in all, although several families are still relatives in name, they are actually scattered, and even fight for their own interests.

"That's the way it is now, but it won't be necessarily in a few years."

Thinking so in his heart, Fifth Lun had already left the main road and embarked on the country road to the fifth mile.

The side of the road is full of fields with distinct distinct fields, adding up to hundreds of hectares, of which their families account for half, and the rest belong to dozens of families. There is a small ditch that brings water from the Chengguo Canal for irrigation, and the corn has been harvested, but the wheat has not yet been planted, and it is being prepared for ploughing.

Several men were drinking water with scoops on the edge of the field, and their wives and daughters in thorn hairpin cloth skirts were carrying food to deliver it, and when they saw Wu Lun riding over, they all stood up and waved at him.

"I've seen Xiao Langjun!"

Fifth Lun replied with a smile, these people still have to work in calf pants on a hot day, the sun has tanned their backs and faces, and there are strangulation marks on their shoulders from the rope when pulling the plow, after all, not every family can have a ploughing ox.

Most of them were yeoman farmers, but many of their land had been annexed by the Fifth Clan, and some of the exiles had also taken refuge in wealthy families and became slaves and maids in order to escape government labor and taxes.

When the distance is close, the slopes that cannot be cultivated into farmland are planted with mulberry trees and hemp trees, and there are also people working in them.

If the fields provide food, then these cash crops guarantee clothing. Wu Lun's brocade clothes and the ointment and food he ate every day were the fruits of labor created by the hands of tenant serfs and maids, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

However, although class is determined by birth, where a person's heart aspires depends on what he does the day after tomorrow.

At this moment, Fifth Lun heard a painful wail from the orchard.

But it was a pear picker who had accidentally fallen from a tree, and was holding his legs and howling, and Wu Lun took a closer look at the group, and found that a wooden thorn had penetrated deep into the foot of his unshoeed foot, and there was a lot of blood.

Looking closely at this person's painfully distorted face, he recognized that although he was thirty or forty years old, he was regarded as his distant nephew in terms of generation. Fifth Lun beckoned the people next to him to help pull out the thorns, and found a piece of cloth to bandage it to stop the bleeding. Seeing that the injured man did not even have shoes, and that it would be difficult for him to walk back to his home two miles away with a limp, he asked the Fifth Fortune to lead the horse and carry him back.

"Xiao Langjun, I'll lead the horse to carry him, so what should you do?"

The face of the Fifth Blessing Cake is full of unhappiness, and the Lizhong people are divided into relatives and aliens, and their status is distinguished according to the blood relationship with their parents. The Fifth Fu family is closer to the big sect, and has not yet come out of the five suits, since he was a child, he has been with the Fifth Lun since he was a child, and he was a companion when he was a child, and he grew up to be a servant, and he will manage the manor for the Fifth Lun in the future, and he will eat without work.

asked him to lead the horse to a distant relative with a low status, of course the fifth blessing was not happy, and the injured man repeatedly said that he did not dare.

Fifth Lun touched the back: "The horse's back hurts my diaphragm, and I want to walk back." ”

He helped the injured tribesman get on the horse, and after sending the fifth blessing away, he walked towards the inner gate, but the men and women in the orchard and mulberry garden looked at each other: "In the past half a month, Xiao Langjun has treated people a lot more kindly than in the past." ”

"That's right, in the past, I raised my head when I saw him on the road, but now I will stop and give up, and I often have a smile on my face."

This was unthinkable for generations of heads of the family in the past.

Liju is located on a slightly higher hill, surrounded by an earthy yellow wall, and only the north and south gates are opened, both guarded by the inner prison gate. On weekdays, the door is opened to let the servants of the clan go to work, and it is closed when it is dark to prevent thieves from having a small night.

Here, no one can check the transmission or the runes, and you only need to look at one thing when you go in and out - brush your face.

Unfamiliar faces and foreign accents will be guarded against like thieves, even if they are government tax collectors, without the nod of the fifth family's parents, they will not want to come in.

I heard that when the previous dynasty was announced, the imperial power could still go down to the countryside, but after the Yuan Dynasty, the emperor of the Han Dynasty ruled the world with virtue, and the control was gradually relaxed, which led to the merger becoming a trend, the rich were even strange, and the poor had no place to stand. After the establishment of the new dynasty, the "Wangtian Private Ownership Order" was issued, announcing the nationalization of land and prohibiting the sale of slaves and maids, but the secret transactions were still repeatedly prohibited.

After the fifth Lun entered the inner door, he was treated more frequently, and everyone knew this little Langjun, and they were secretly happy with his sudden kind attitude in the past half a month. A well-spoken and considerate head of the clan means that the clansmen will be able to live a better life in the next ten or even decades.

Everyone didn't know that Fifth Lun was actually rejoicing, glad that he had such a huge clan.

Fifth Lun had read the Lizhong Household Book, the one in his grandfather's possession with real data, not the fake accounts that the lieutenant had shown to the official tax collectors.

There are a total of 57 households in Lizhong, with a population of 469 men, women, and children, of which 197 are men, that is, Ding Zhuang, and most of them are surnamed fifth.

If you can train diligently and get enough weapons to be armed, it is also an armed force that should not be underestimated.

In addition to the guilt of being an exploiter, there is also his clear understanding of the future situation:

"Winter is coming, the lone wolf is dead, and the wolves are born."

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The dirt road in Lizhong is uneven, muddy after the rain, domestic sewage flows through the small ditch on the side of the road, the arrogant black-headed pigs, chickens, ducks and geese are pulled everywhere, the smell is very bad, and the soles of the feet of the children running around bring filth everywhere.

The winding path leads to each house, and the houses are built in an irregular manner, and if you don't walk three or four times in person, you will get lost when you go out.

There is only one road paved with cobblestones, starting from the North Lane Gate, passing through the flat land under a large banyan tree, and then arriving at the dock courtyard.

The dock courtyard is actually a separate building independent of the south side of Liju, occupying the highest position on the plateau, the courtyard wall is solid and tall, the door is charming and towering, and you can see a row of iron-gray tiles when you look up.

There were a few crudely made spears by the door, and the four janitors were laughing, and when they saw the fifth lun, they immediately stopped talking and welcomed him in.

"The old master has instructed Xiao Langjun to see him as soon as he comes back."

Fifth Lun left the county seat and ran all the way back, expecting that the news of his withdrawal from school should not have reached his grandfather's ears.

"Fortunately, there can still be a moment of peace at home."

After entering the door, I saw that the courtyard was divided into three entrances: front, middle and back, and the front yard was where the private slaves and maids lived, and the earthen houses were simple. There are stables and garages on both sides, but compared with the wide stables, there are very few horses, only a red old man bowing his head and chewing on the grass that has little nutrition.

The middle courtyard is a double-storey main building, with the master's bedroom and the hall for hospitality, but the fifth Lun looked around but did not see his grandfather.

"Where is the Father?"

"In the backyard, the orchard brought in the newly harvested chestnuts."

You can enter the backyard by the partial door of the central building, the backyard is distributed with pigsty, workshops, kitchens and other buildings, there is a garden across the wall, the vegetables in the garden are neat, the winter sunflower and leeks grow gratifyingly, there are wells and ditches next to it for watering, and the daily food and vegetables of the owner's family come from here.

Wu Lun's grandfather was in the kitchen, and the old man liked to eat chestnuts, and he was standing by the stove at the moment, waiting for the chestnuts to be cooked.

Fifth Lun couldn't help but lighten his steps, he was still a little afraid of his grandfather, and walked behind him and said, "Father." ”

The old man turned around, and he, who had always kept a straight face, smiled when he saw his grandson, his face full of wrinkles.

"Lun'er is back."

The old man's name is very domineering, called "Fifth Tyrant", and he is the ninth generation head of the Fifth Clan after moving west.

Just looking at his appearance, he couldn't guess that the fifth tyrant was already one in seventy. If Fifth Lun had gotten up early in the past, he could still see him taking a shower in the courtyard with cold water, and then carrying a long sword for a quarter of an hour, and the result of such diligent exercise every day was that the old man was still full of muscles in his old age.

The landlords of other families are hunched over and slowly patrolling the fields with their hands behind their backs. The fifth tyrant rode a horse with a sword and swaggered through the city, so scared that the thieves from all over the country did not dare to come to the fifth mile to make a mistake.

And he had a thick callus left by years of dancing and swordsmanship, as if he had an extra pair of iron palms, and took out a hot chestnut from the pit ash with fire tongs, broke it in half with a casual blow, and handed the kernel to the fifth lun.

Fifth Lun took a small bite and took a small stutter, which was too hot. The fifth tyrant is two at a time to put his mouth in his mouth and chew on his cheeks, so that his teeth have not yet fallen.

The chestnuts in this year are far less sweet than those in later generations, and Wu Lun only thinks about whether to get some syrup another day and give grandpa a whole sugar-fried chestnuts to taste.

The fifth tyrant handed him another handful of peeled chestnuts: "How?" Sure enough, as the county governor said, the DPRK sent a doctor to inspect the school, but it was just a formality. ”

"That's true."

Fifth Lun ate chestnuts in his mouth and only agreed, and answered honestly when Fifth Ba asked which doctor came today.

The fifth tyrant didn't know that the fifth Lun had done a good job in the county, so he was in a good mood, stroked his gray beard and said: "When you wait until October, you will go to Taixue, this matter is gratifying!" When the wine brewed last year was ripe, I asked the cook to kill a chicken and cut the meat, and you accompanied the old man to drink a few glasses. ”

It was afternoon, the women had already begun to wash rice and cook rice, and the kitchen was busy, and they could faintly smell the aroma of meat wafting from the clay pot, but Wu Lun secretly thought: "Tonight's main dish is probably bamboo barbecue." ”

The fifth tyrant pointed to the westernmost one in Hongxiang with his little thumb, and said smugly: "The eighth old man has always been proud of his family's inheritance, and he has been a student and looks down on my family. Now that his youngest son is being crushed by you, it's really fast, and it's not in vain that I have given so many benefits to the county magistrate. ”

Fifth Lun smiled and didn't say anything until the grandfather and grandson sat on the threshold of the kitchen and ate a handful full of chestnuts.

He personally handed a glass of water to the fifth tyrant, and after watching his grandfather swallow the water to ensure that he would not choke, he said unhurriedly: "Father, in fact, ......"

The fifth bully looked up and listened to his grandson.

"I will be a ...... place for Taixue"

The Fifth Tyrant smiled.

"Give it to the eighth correction!"

"What do you say, say it again!?"

Fifth Lun took two steps back, ready to run away, but his voice raised by two points: "I gave up the opportunity to go to Taixue and gave up the place to the Eighth Clan." ”

Bang, a good pottery cup was crushed in the hands of the fifth tyrant, and the kind smile on the old man's face immediately turned into anger.

"It's the other way around, it's the other way around!"