Chapter 9 is passable

It is difficult to change a person's beliefs in a short period of time, but it is easy to mark the flesh in a short period of time.

Everyone drank a lot of wine last night, and the spirit was still in a state of excitement during the day.

This is the time when it is easiest for everyone to do something irrational.

When Guru Sakya heard that Tie Xinyuan was preparing to create the Qingxiang Clan, he immediately gave this suggestion.

Tie Xinyuan was happy to listen to the words of the Sakya Guru, and there was no difference between creating a race and creating a sect.

The soldering iron is imprinted on the person's body, which is naturally very painful, and even when Tie Xinyuan himself attacked himself, he summoned up a lot of courage to do it.

The Song people have always had the habit of carving dragons and painting phoenixes on their bodies, and now they don't care about a little thing.

For them, as long as they put a small mark on their body, they can get two loads of food, such a good thing has not been heard of since ancient times.

The farmer naturally has the cunning of the farmer, and the father of the family is branded, and after getting the food, he will kick and beat his children and wife as well.

Only the little ones are the smartest, the most far-sighted, and they cry and dodge because they don't want people to put a red-hot iron on their arm......

The reason why the people of the Western Regions rushed to do this was mainly because they saw that Wang Rouhua and Tie Xinyuan had attacked them, how could a dignified warrior lag behind?

So much so that there are fools who want to have a pattern printed on both arms, so that it is said to look more beautiful.

Naturally, Tiexinyuan treats everyone equally.

It's just that there is always a process when arranging the residence of the Song people.

Anyone with a brand on their arm will always be given priority to their own house.

As for those who hold the notion that their parents should not be despised by their bodies, they will be constantly stuffed in the matter of allocating shelter, seeing that the house has almost been allocated, and it is not yet their turn.

As a result, the rest of these people had no choice but to show their arms and honestly accept this brand.

The brand is an extremely vicious existence for everyone, as long as the brand is on the day, they have no choice.

This is the same thing as the Khitan people tattooing a green wolf on their chests, the strange hairstyles of the Tangut people, and the yellow ochre on the faces of the Tubo people......

Three days, three full days later, whether the people of the valley wanted to or not, they all had a fragrant tree on their arms.

Wang Rouhua was lying in the hot spring pool made of bluestone slabs, turned her head sideways to look at the pattern on her arm, sighed and said to Mama Zhang: "Good skin and flesh will become like this." ”

Mama Zhang raised her arm from the water, pointed to the arm exposed on the water and smiled: "With this thing, it can be regarded as a family."

There is never a good thing in this world for no reason, only when it becomes a family, Brother Yuan will take out the money and food that splashes the sky, let everyone settle down here, and give everyone a truly clean place. ”

Wang Rouhua just smiled, poked out her finger and gently pressed it twice on the still red and swollen place on her arm, which was no longer too painful.

He carefully put his arm on the stone slab, squinted his eyes at the newly rising sun, and muttered slightly in his mouth, and then relaxed and enjoyed the rare leisure of this moment.

13,000 people walked more than 10,000 miles, and now, it needs to be repaired for a while, so when the people of the Western Regions have gone to do their own things, the rest of the valley is all Song people, everyone is curious to wander in the valley, at first glance, as if they have come to the Song land.

Pinch a handful of soil to see if the earth is fertile, take a sip of the spring, feel whether the water here is sweet, and go into the yellow sheepfold to see if there are enough sheep here.

Some people plan to open a restaurant in the valley, some people plan to open a blacksmith shop in the valley, some people think that the red willow here is very suitable for weaving, and some people find red clay in the valley and decide to make pottery in a kiln here.

There are more than 30,000 people here, who can already support some small workshops, and their only problem now is that they don't know how much tax the government will collect.

Tie Xinyuan is also worried about these problems.

He knows the characteristics of the Song people, they are like a dandelion fluttering in the wind, where it falls, it can take root and sprout there.

If you want to make your own rules, now is naturally the best time, and once the township rules and people's covenants that have become conventions appear, the decrees issued by yourself will be greatly hindered.

Township rules and conventions are only the simplest and most self-serving rules, which are often contrary to national law.

Looking up at these people around him, there were all kinds of shapes, and he couldn't help but sigh again.

Li Qiao was discussing with Shui'er and Huo'er whether to hang a flywheel on the waterfall, so as to drive things like water mills and rammers to speed up the pace of Qingxiang Valley's work.

After Ah Da Ah Er came to the valley, he became a closed gourd, with a body with two heads and four eyes, and he walked all over the Qingxiang Valley in the past three days, seeing a lot and listening to a lot, but he didn't speak.

As for the buns, he still keeps stuffing sour apricots into his mouth, and I don't know how he eats them.

And Zema stood in front of the bun curiously, as long as the bun finished eating an apricot, she put another one in the bun's hand, probably studying how many sour apricots the bun could eat......

Yu Chi Lei looked at the distant mountains, as if a new painting was brewing, and Yu Chi Zhuozhuo kept dozing off with a pen in her hand, and she didn't know what she did last night.

Tieyi and his three brothers stood by the window like javelins, and they didn't say a word at this time.

So, Tie Xinyuan decided to break the meeting.

"Patriarch, the weather is getting colder, and it's time for caravans to frequent again, and we haven't gone out to rob once this month.

Although we have a lot of food, if we continue like this, we will eventually sit on the empty mountain, so why don't we let Rahman and I go out to raise food for the valley! ”

Tie 300 finally spoke.

Tie Xinyuan was about to stop them from grabbing food at this time, after all, there were thousands of things in the valley that were not yet stable, and it was not appropriate to make too many enemies.

Li Qiao, Huo'er, Shui Er, and Ling'er jumped up first, scrambling to ask Tie Xinyuan for his life and preparing to go out to rob ......

He also said that this is an ambition they have had since childhood!

As soon as they started to grab it, the whole house was in chaos.

Tie Xinyuan is too lazy to maintain any order, since they want to rob, then go, in the Western Regions, robbery is the main theme of life.

After a group of people ran out in a hurry, Ah Dacai said with a smile: "None of us know the way of internal affairs, I learned the art of emperors, dragon slaying, and the master has never taught our brother how to manage internal affairs!" ”

Wei Chilei followed with a smile: "In the past, my eldest brother was handling these things, but after my eldest brother died in battle, we didn't have any internal affairs to deal with, so I won't either." ”

Zema noticed that the atmosphere in the room was strange, and slipped away against the wall with trembling under Tie Xinyuan's cold gaze.

As for Wei Chi Zhuozhuo, he worked hard to write on a piece of paper, and seemed to be full of talent.

"Grandma's, in the end, Lao Tzu is surrounded by a group of mallets!"

Tie Xinyuan slammed his fists on the table and roared angrily!

Really counted, he is the only one in the entire Qingxiang Valley who has undergone the most orthodox education in the officialdom of the Great Song Dynasty.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he really didn't use a little bit of heart when he joined the household department as an intern.

Can write a beautiful official document and has a fart use!

What is needed now is someone who can make rules and regulations, not a fool who does official articles!

Meng Yuanzhi used to always have a big turban on the left and a big turban on the right to call those civil officials, but now, what Tie Xinyuan lacks most here is a big turban, even if there is an old official.

At noon, Tie Xinyuan and his mother sat down to eat together, and after drinking a bowl of porridge, Tie Xinyuan dropped his rice bowl and didn't want to eat anymore.

After hearing that her son had a very unsuccessful meeting in the morning, Wang Rouhua stopped her chopsticks and said, "With Meng Yuanzhi's family and his family, there are also several side branches of the Wang family, I don't know if they are suitable or not." ”

Tie Xinyuan shook his head and said: "Uncle will not send the real children of the Wang family to the Western Regions, it is estimated that the people who come here are at most a few distant brothers who are not ambitious, and they have seen some when they were in school in Sanhuai Hall, and they are not talents." ”

Wang Rouhua filled Tie Xinyuan with another bowl of porridge and said, "Since there is no way, then let it be."

The Song people and the people of the Western Regions always have to run in, just like two hedgehogs can always find a way not to stab each other on a cold day, but also to warm each other.

It is enough for us to give them some necessary protection and guide them to gradually become rich.

As for the rest, it's not up to you, the patriarch, to make a decision? If it suits your appetite, you will approve it, and if it does not suit your appetite, you will oppose it, and you will prohibit it. ”

Tie Xinyuan put down his job and frowned: "The world? ”

Wang Rouhua took a bite of pickles and said with a smile: "This valley originally belonged to our family, my son said what he said, what can't he do?" ”

"The world usually doesn't last long!"

Wang Rouhua smiled: "You are only seventeen years old, why did you start thinking about your children and grandchildren?" Mother didn't go as far as you think now.

Do business, do the right business, don't do it if it's not suitable, those people want to open a shop in the valley, then let them open it, it's a good thing to be able to support themselves, how much money can they make?

There's nothing wrong with getting by, it's okay to make up for it slowly in the future, and the most important thing now is that you have the final say! ”

Tie Xinyuan didn't expect his mother to say a long list of such wise words, thinking about it, his career has just started, God knows what sudden changes will occur in the middle, thinking too far at this time really doesn't have much effect. (To be continued.) )