Fu Fuji has set off. When he set off, he had mixed feelings. Because this was the second time he went to the "thief". This time, he went as the leader of the village.

To say that the biggest landlord and the most authoritative speaker in this beautiful village is not the turn of his son, it is his clan uncle Fu Yousan, this old boy is right -- the invitation to the meeting was sent to him. But this uncle is old, the countrymen have little knowledge, and rarely go out, and he is a big man in the county. Not to mention the fact that this big iron ship came to get overseas visitors. I heard that the "thief" was extremely powerful, and I thought that it was always a demon-like character with green eyebrows and red eyes, and he refused to go even if he was killed. The clan couldn't, so they had to come to ask for advice from the only Fu who had dealt with the "thief". Fu Yousan's little wives and sons all knelt in his house crying, begging him to do it for him, and gave him a lot of money.

Although Fu Buji was a little scared in his heart, he had finally been a prisoner of the "thief", knowing that although these people were powerful, they were not evil. Be reasonable, know right from wrong. What kind of "consultation and industry association meeting" is going to be held now, it is nothing more than a matter of sending food and sending errands, and at that time, he participated in the encirclement and suppression team as a prisoner and was not killed, and now he will not die if he goes to the meeting. Ma Peng, a former long-term worker, heard that he was also working as an errand boy with "Shorthair", so he took all the old women over - a gang that allowed his subordinates to support their old women would not be too bad. In addition, he really couldn't resist the temptation of the property sent by Fu Yousan and the bitter pleading of the clansmen, so he agreed.

Fu Buji's lady knew that he was going to a meeting, and she really made trouble behind her back a few times, and she didn't want him to go - last time she had to go to war with her surname Huang De, and she was injured, and she finally spent money to redeem people, and now she is going to throw herself into the net. The chicken dog has been restless for several days. Zuihou, he still took a little boy out for a meeting.

Fu Fuji's village is actually not far from Bairentan, not counting the straight-line distance, it is about more than 40 miles away, which is already a very long distance in ancient society. Even if there are good roads, ordinary people have to walk for four or five hours, not to mention remote counties with poor road conditions.

Winter is a good season to go far away. In winter, the temperature is pleasant, that is, there are no typhoons and no lewd rain, the roads are dry and easy to navigate, and most of the rivers are lowered to the point where they can be crossed, and there is no need to go around in a large circle to find a place to wade and have bridges.

That said, it's not easy to go out once. Easy task. There are no donkeys, mules and other livestock in Hainan, unless they are gentry who can raise sedan chairs or rarer horses, whether they are landlords or long-term workers, they go out with a pair of feet. Fu Fuji is better than ordinary farmers when he goes out, and the place is to bring a domestic boy to help carry the luggage. Fourteen or fifteen years old, a half-year-old child, I heard that I could go to Dongmen City with him, which is much more positive than this old man. I packed everything the night before.

It was not easy to go out in ancient times. The hotel is rare. Rare objects, like in martial arts movies, there are no Yuelai inns everywhere, and you have to live in a hotel, and you have to get a bigger market or city to have them. It's not like the chic "asking for an upper room" in film and television dramas, in fact, there are very few single rooms. Even if there are private rooms, there are no bedding and bedding in the hotel - these are all brought by the traveller.

Eating and drinking without encountering a larger market cannot be solved. Place. You have to eat, sleep, use, and dress yourself. It's quite a big bag when you pack up your luggage.

Starting from the village, I walked on the road for a few hours, and I also met along the way. The people from the villages who also went to the "meeting". The villages were represented in a variety of ways, either the patriarchs of the clans, or the big families, the chief of the armor, and the gentry, and in some of the villages were the talented children of the village—these people had seen some of the world. Everyone walked together, and some people spoke to relieve boredom and strengthen their courage. Most of them were asking each other about how much the other villages were prepared to pay to send the "skullers" away. Everyone estimated that it was not uncommon to see the style of this group of people, and it was estimated that it was more likely to be a faction.

The gentry who sat in a sedan chair and rode a horse with many servants were naturally not. With their group of cloth clothes, although a few poor talents did not have a sedan chair to sit on, they also trotted all the way to the gentry's cool sedan chair, panting and talking, to show that their identity was different from the mud legs next to them.

Discussed all the way. Near the bank of the Wenlan River, this is already the territory of the "bearded people", and the road has become wide and smooth, and it is impossible to walk on the soil. Fu Buji shuddered at the sight of a wooden shed on the side of the road, in which stood a soldier in a short gray suit and a leather belt, holding a black bird's gun, and at the sight of the shiny dagger on the muzzle of the gun, Fu Fuji shuddered—a few months ago he had seen the dagger poke into the chest of a dying man in a neighboring village as effortlessly as he had sliced tofu.

There were a few tables in the shed, the kind used by the richest people here, and behind the tables sat several people running errands. They were all dressed like soldiers, except that they did not have armed belts. Outside the shed, there was a sign with some words written on it, and a child begged to read it. It turned out that people who were going to come to the meeting checked the invitation registration here.

I saw four or five teenage children standing outside the shed, all dressed like the people in the shed, but with a strip of red cloth tied around their necks, and with the same appearance as short-haired people, with broken hair, all of them lined up to register in order.

"I heard that this short-haired man has bought countless young children from the mainland to come here, and this is probably the kind of person who came here." A man who looks 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 danger." The reader pretended to be amazing.

Fu Fuji couldn't care about so much, and just followed the crowd. When it was his turn, the man behind the table looked at his invitation and took out a small piece of hard paper from the table, with a thin rope tied to it. Start filling in the name and name of his village.

"Is this your entourage?"

"Yes." Fu Fuji hurriedly said, "My family's domestic boy." ”

The clerk glanced at it and wrote in the remarks column on the paper, "One attendant, a male teenager." ”

"Hanging around your neck," said the man in gray, "this is the voucher for your meetings, and by virtue of this you can go to the designated place for free lodging and eating - don't lose it, you will be arrested without this card where you are going." ”

"Yes, yes." Fu Fuji hurriedly hung the card around his neck and walked to the side.

I only heard an argument 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 stuff, I'll bring my own dry food!" Gentry-looking people arguing.

"That's not okay, there aren't so many places to arrange people to live."

I only heard the gentleman burst out: "What are you angry about!" Aren't you the poor sour man in the former village who can't go to school at the age of forty? Follow the 'thief' for a few days, and you want to rebel! ”

The crowd was in a commotion, and I saw a "real man" coming out from behind the shed, wearing a colorful short coat, and whispered: "Who wants to rebel?" ”

Everyone was silent for a moment, and several of the "wigs" who were doing business were standing up straight, and someone shouted: "Report to the chief—"

"No need to report it." Dugu's eyes swept towards the gentry in front of the table, "You want to rebel?" ”

Because Dugu has been dealing with the locals in Dongmen City, although he can't speak Lingao, he has learned the local Hainan official dialect.

This gentleman naturally understood his words, and when he saw this "true hair" coming out, he was already a lot of courage, and when he asked him like this, he almost broke his liver and gall. Speechless.

There was a busy person next to him: "Chief, no one rebelled, we are all good people, good people." ”

When Dugu proposed marriage, he heard someone say that he was a good citizen, and he felt embarrassed, and he made himself look like a Japanese devil. Then he waved his hand: "Continue to register!" ”

The gentry were pushed aside, and some flattering ones brought him water and fanned him again, and it took a while to ease up. The arrogance was naturally gone, and five servants were obediently registered.

Fu Buji saw this live drama, and he felt very happy in his heart, in the past, these gentry had eyes on their foreheads, and they were not the same in front of the "bearded people".

"Try to look at today's world-" The sour scholar who walked by him wanted to say something, but was pulled by the people around him, "You don't want to live anymore!" ”

Fu Fuji didn't know what he meant, and walked over to himself.

In this place, Fu Buji stayed for a period when he was a prisoner, and he squatted in a barbed wire circle outside the thieves' stockade for dozens of days. This will come again, I don't recognize it at all, there are houses everywhere, the houses are all red bricks and red tiles, although the style is not much the same as the local ones, but it looks sturdy and beautiful, compared to the house of his own uncle Fu Yousan is very simple. The streets of the market are paved with brick and stone, and there are many shops along the streets. There are a lot of pedestrians on the street, and there are people who come to the market from all over the place to buy things, and there are many real and fake people walking around and talking. Fu Buji saw it freshly and asked the guy in the shop: What kind of place is this, and the guy looked at him with a foolish look:

"This is Dongmen City, you don't know when you're here?"

It turns out that this is the famous Dongmen City! Fu Fuji knew about this place, and he also sent long-term workers to sell grain and rice. He knew from the long-term workers that it was a bustling place, with cheap salt and a lot of good things to buy, as well as big houses that he had never seen before.

While he was looking around, someone came over and asked, "Are you a delegate to the meeting?" ”

"Yes, yes, I'm from Meiyang Village." Fu Fuji hurriedly showed him the paper on his chest.

"I'll take you to the residence." The visitor was very polite.

Took him to the inn at the moment. The inn is a newly built, magnificent two-story red brick house, there are many corridors and stairs in it that make him dizzy, especially the door in the corridor, which is simply innumerable, he lives in a double room, there are two beds in it, and the room is also equipped with candlesticks, which is thoughtful and convenient.