"They're all tenants of the Grange, aren't they?" Han Qian asked.

"Huh?" Zhao Kuo was slightly stunned, and replied, "Zhao Laoqi is the tenant of the grange, that is, the little king of his family, and he has been taught repeatedly after being caught several times, Fan Ye said that if he sees them poaching in the mountains again, he will send them to the county government to clean them up." ”

Han Qian glanced at the stubborn young man and asked, "What's your name?" ”

The young man tilted his head and ignored Han Qian.

"Young master, my little eight cubs are named Zhao Wuji!" The elder hunter kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, "We will never do it again, please ask the young master to give us a way to live!" ”

"Zhao Kuo, let me ask you a question, in your eyes, is it that the things in Zhuangzi are all said by Fan Ye, and I can't count at all when I speak?" Han Qian turned around and stared at Zhao Kuo's eyes and asked.

“……”

Zhao Kuo was slightly stunned, and stammered for a while,

"Young master, what are you talking about, Master Fan, he is also afraid of disturbing the young master, you have a study, and you have the trust of the head of the family; Besides, everything in Zhuangzi is dealing with these treacherous untouchables, and Fan Ye is also afraid that the young master will lack experience and be deceived by these untouchables......"

"Okay, no more talk, as long as what I say can be taken seriously,"

Han Qian intercepted Zhao Kuo's words and said,

"Since Zhao Laoqi and his son are tenants of the grange, in addition to the ban period, they can pay the corresponding part of the land rent to the villa according to the proportion of land rent for the things they hunt and take from the back mountain in the future. What kind of county government to send, the things in the villa, do you have to make everyone know that my Han family is incompetent? ”

Unexpectedly, the usually good-tempered young master, at this time, not only did not investigate the matter of Zhao Laoqi's father and son entering the mountain to poach, but also released the mountain ban to the tenants of the grange, Zhao Kuo squinted his eyes, glanced at the young master Han Qian, and did not say a word.

"You can shoot down the goshawk, which means that the archery skills are good, but it is a pity that there is no good bow, this black cloud bow is useless in my hand, and I will give it to you today." Han Qian didn't care what Zhao Kuo would think in his heart, took out the Black Cloud Bow from the bow pouch and handed it to the young man.

The young man is a person who is good at shooting, so he can naturally see the extraordinaryness of the Black Cloud Bow, but even if the young man is no longer familiar with the world, he also feels that Han Qian's sudden gift of a good bow is too abrupt, and he looked at the Black Cloud Bow in Han Qian's hand in a daze, and hesitated and did not reach out to take it.

"How does this work, how does this work?" Zhao Laoqi said in a panic.

"The Qiuhu Mountain Courtyard belongs to the Han family, except for my father, I talk here, but maybe some disobedient slaves in the villa will come to you to find trouble, this bow is a token!" Han Qian said, and couldn't help but stuff the black cloud bow into the young man's hand.

"Thank you, young master." Zhao Laoqian saw that he couldn't see it, so he took the young man to kowtow to Han Qian again and again to thank him.

Han Qian laughed and said, "I'm also going to be polite this time, pick a few prey and take them back to the villa?" ”

"Young master, you pick." Zhao Laoqi knelt on the ground and said.

"Stand up and talk, don't kneel at every turn, are you tired of talking?"

Han Qian walked over, picked up Zhao Laoqi from the mud, picked up two golden chickens from the ground that were still fluttering with broken wings, and said,

"Okay, I took the mountain rent for these two pheasant lunches, and you can take the rest back. If you hunt any good things in the mountains in the future, remember to pay half of them to the mountain villa - you go back and say the same to the other tenants, this is the rule set by Han Qian. ”

Seeing the father and son of Orion leaving with their prey on their backs, Han Qian threw the two golden chickens to Zhao Kuo and said, "I whipped you two whips just now, and you take these two pheasants back, which can be regarded as your reward for riding a horse with me in the afternoon." ”

Seeing Zhao Kuo take the two golden chickens over in a muffled voice and lead the horse in front, Han Qian thought to himself, if Zhai Xinping, a person in the dream world, was in this realm, he should do the same, right?

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Back in the East Courtyard, it was already dark.

Han Qian washed his hands and face, changed into dry clothes, and walked to the dining room of the West Cross Courtyard, the meals were still prepared in the style of noon, all of which were self-prepared ingredients in the villa, not to mention varied, but absolutely fresh, but the amount of meals was reduced a lot.

Obviously, Fan Xicheng didn't take his words seriously at all, and he didn't mean to let Fan Dahei come over to dine with him.

Yao Xishui poisoned the wine, wanting to create the illusion that he died of a violent illness, speaking of which, Yao Xishui and the people behind her did not want his death to be too alarmed, otherwise that night, he would directly stab him, and he would definitely die more happily than anyone else.

Han Qian didn't know why the poisoned wine didn't poison him in the end, he didn't have to worry about Yao Xishui or other assassins directly killing him at this time, but he still had to prevent them from poisoning him again.

Now that Fan Dahei can't come, who will help him test whether this meal is poisonous?

He had no excuse at this time, so he asked Qingyun to sit down and taste every meal first!

He scolded Fan Xicheng in his heart, his face was dark, his eyes were fixed on Qingyun and the cook who helped serve the dishes, and he suppressed the anger in his heart, so he didn't directly overturn the table.

Calm down, be sure to calm down.

Flipping over the food and not eating it is just an expedient measure, and it can't change his situation, Han Qian secretly thought, what would he do if Zhai Xinping, the person in the dream realm, was in this situation?

Qingyun and the cook stood aside, and they didn't dare to take a breath, for fear that the young master would pick up the dishes on the table and smash them over, but after a while, they saw the young master take a breath and said:

"Since I can't get someone over, I'll go there myself."

Han Qian walked straight to the north courtyard.

Forty or fifty rooms were built in the north courtyard, all of which were quite simple, with earthen walls and thatched roofs, and the wind and rain were a little stronger, and the houses were leaking non-stop.

The north courtyard is a small residence for family soldiers, and it is also a kitchen, stable, and storage land, and the conditions are limited, so it is naturally far from being compared with the east courtyard where Han Qian and Han Daoxun live.

At this time, it was meal time, and Han Qian listened to the noise and walked through the narrow passage and into a small courtyard.

An old pomegranate tree is flourishing, and the smoke rises from the roof to the north, which is supposed to be the back kitchen.

The west chamber is three rooms connected together, with seven or eight square tables, and fifty or sixty people are sitting around and waiting for the opening of the table, which should be the dining room where the soldiers and servants are gathered to eat.

In the dining room of the north courtyard, seven or eight square tables are placed in one room, which is also divided into three, six, nine and so on.

Fan Xicheng sat alone, facing the window, he could see the stream and river outside the house, and the food on the table was also a bowl of fish, a bowl of chicken, a plate of bacon and a plate of vegetables.

Next, sixteen soldiers sat at two tables, but eight people at each table ate a big bowl of fish and a big bowl of stewed chicken, no bacon, but a large bucket of green vegetables was enough, and there were not many stars of oil tea.

The rest were all slaves and maids, and sat around four large tables, on which there were only green vegetables and black pickles, and there was no white rice, but yellow rice or corn.

Han Qian has been living in the villa for more than a month, and it is the first time he has walked into the place where the subordinates eat, but he didn't expect the food of the soldiers to be so simple, and in front of the children of the soldiers and the children of the family who serve as slaves, the food is not as good as dog food.

Everyone didn't expect Han Qian to suddenly break in, and the lively and noisy atmosphere was suddenly like a puddle of water being sucked up by a sponge, and it suddenly became silent.

There was a big black dog lying in the corner of the wall, startled by the abnormality, raised his head and saw a stranger breaking in, barked twice, picked up his jaw, hunched his back and was about to pounce up, was kicked by a soldier sitting next to him, and fell back to the corner and whimpered and did not dare to open his teeth and claws again.

At this time, Han Qian saw that the two golden chickens he gave to Zhao Kuo alone were hanging on the beams of the house, and it was obvious that Zhao Kuo had already told Fan Xicheng about the fact that he had just met Orion and poached in the mountains, and he did not dare to monopolize these two golden chickens.

"Young master, the tenants in the mountains are treacherous and cunning, if the entrance to the mountain is opened, the back mountain does not know what they will be trampled into,"

Seeing Han Qian's eyes staring at the two brocade chickens hanging on the beams of the room, Fan Xicheng stood up slowly and said,

"Since the young master has opened his mouth, the villa will not drag Zhao Laoqi and his son to the county government to punish the crime, and the old slave has eaten, and then let people get other prey back. The mountain must not be opened lightly, this should be instructed by the head of the family - in addition, the black cloud bow was given by the head of the house to the young master in the hope that the young master can practice riding and archery diligently, how can it be given to the son of the tenant casually? ”

Han Qian glanced at Fan Xicheng and asked without giving an inch: "Zhao Wuji is not very old, but he can shoot down the goshawk, and his archery skills are expected to be good." Such a person, I still thought that I would receive a service by my side in two days, and you sent someone to rob the prey and take back the black cloud bow, what is the matter? ”

"......" Fan Xicheng was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Han Qian, the young master who had no heart and lungs on weekdays, to have such thoughts.

Of course, Fan Xicheng didn't agree with Han Qian's words, but he didn't want to argue with him in front of so many people at this time.

Han Qian saw that Fan Xicheng was silent, obviously disapproving of him, and when he turned his head to see the other soldiers, he either grinned with disdain, or lowered his head or turned his head to look away—Fan Dahei also bowed his head and shrank in the corner and didn't look at this side; Only Fan Wucheng listened to his words, his eyes full of hesitation.

"You've got a good saber, show it to me." Han Qian said to a family soldier sitting in front of him.

The soldier was stunned for a moment, glanced at Fan Xicheng, and then took off the saber, and after handing the knife to Han Qian, he shrank back, as if he was afraid that Han Qian, who had a good temper, would suddenly pull out his knife and stab him.

Many family soldiers either stared down at the dishes and chopsticks on the table, or held their hands in front of their chests and looked at them obliquely, their eyes showed a look of banter, in their opinion, even if Han Qian had a knife in his hand, he couldn't do anything to Fan Xicheng; Fan Wucheng's eyes showed a fierce essence, or he hoped that he would make a reckless move.

Han Qian pulled out his knife.

This is a horse chopping knife that can be used in infantry and horse warfare, the blade is narrow, simple and narrow knife edge, giving people a sense of sharpness, forged with fine iron, the blade leaves fine forging lines, it is very good-looking.

Han Qian saw that Fan Xicheng was secretly on guard, and stabbed the big black dog curled up in the corner with a knife.

The big black dog obviously didn't expect that his barking twice would cause death, and when he saw the knife stabbing over, he suddenly jumped up, but he was still half a beat slower, and was stabbed directly through the abdomen by the knife, and his body arched over, struggling to bite Han Qian's wrist, and was thrown out by Han Qian with a knife, and fell into the mud in the corner of the wall struggling and whimpering, blood gushed out, and soon flooded a puddle.

"The old dog raised at home dares to bark at his owner, it's really innocent!" Han Qian wiped away the blood splashed on his wrist with a hand towel, and said to Zhao Kuo, "You go and peel this old dog and chop it up, and stew a litter of dog meat to satisfy everyone's hunger......"

Everyone was stupid there, the young master Han Qian was grumpy and took a knife to cut Old Man Fan, they would not be surprised at all, and they were waiting for the young master to be taught a lesson by Old Man Fan, but they never thought that Han Qian would do this.

Fan Xicheng was trembling with anger; In the past, he was pointed at by Han Qian and scolded the old horseman and the old dog, but he was not so angry.

Zhao Kuo stood up, his eyes rolling on Han Qian and Fan Xicheng, as if he couldn't make up his mind.

Han Qian walked straight to Fan Dahei's side, sat down at the dining table where the soldiers were dining, picked up the rice chopsticks and put the rice in his mouth, and ate the vegetables in a big gulp, waiting for half a bowl of rice and a bunch of chicken, fish and vegetables to put into his stomach, and seeing that everyone else was still standing or sitting without moving, he waved the chopsticks in his hand and greeted:

"It's too boring for me to dine alone in the East Courtyard, I'll eat the big pot stove with everyone here in the future, and I don't have to prepare meals for me alone - you all stand there without moving your chopsticks, do you want to wait for Zhao Kuo to stew that old miscellaneous dog and eat dog meat?"

Fan Xicheng rolled up his sleeves with both hands, and the green tendons on his exposed arms were beating slightly; He didn't say anything, and everyone else also had a sneering face and shouldn't talk to Han Qian.

Han Qian continued to pull the food into his mouth, chewing the food in a big mouth, and said to Fan Xicheng slowly and methodically:

"Fan Ye, what you just said is also reasonable, if you don't restrain it, let the tenants go into the back mountains to hunt and chop wood at will, and they will definitely be trampled on, but my words have already been said, Fan Ye really wants to send someone to snatch the prey back from Zhao Laoqi at this time, then in the eyes of these tenants, I am afraid that it will not be clear whether this grange is the Han family or the Fan family. In that case, I'm afraid it's not very good, right? Or, Fan Ye, do you really have other ideas? ”

"The young master is too worried, how dare the old slave have other ideas?" Fan Xicheng gritted his teeth and said.

"That's good. I also know that Fan Ye is loyal to my father and my Han family, and he controls me because he doesn't want me to get into trouble, and I won't even know about this. Han Qian finished pulling the food in the bowl, didn't look at the others, put down the dishes and chopsticks and went back to the east courtyard.

Watching Han Qian walk away, Fan Xicheng trembled with anger, and sat back at the dining table in front of the window for a long time.

Fan Wucheng Huo Ran stood up, untied the saber on his waist, threw it on the table with a "clang", and said angrily: "Even if it is the head of the family, it is also polite to treat his father, and there is never a time when he speaks ill of each other - the young master is also too deceitful, is it possible that in the eyes of the young master, we are really like this dog, looking impatient, and stabbing to death?" ”

"Eat!"

Fan Xicheng glared at Fan Wucheng, and stopped him from continuing to talk nonsense, but he picked up the chopsticks, looked at the four dishes that he had a seat for, and thought of what Han Qian just said that he would have to sit with the soldiers sooner or later in the future, and he had no way to swallow these meals, he was really angry, and slammed the chopsticks on the table with a "snap", and said,

"Don't eat it, you take it all and divide it!"

"Daddy, what about the big black dog, should you chop it up and stew it now?" Fan Dahei asked stupidly.

“…… Eat, eat, eat, you have to know to eat, is it to chop off my old bones and stew, you can eat happily? The green tendons on Fan Xicheng's head were about to jump out, and he trained Fan Dahei, "Go to the back ravine and find a place to bury it!" ”