"Oh, it's not it, it's not it. "Zhao Guohua hurriedly jumped out of bed to pull www.biquge.info But after pulling this, that knelt down again, he really couldn't pull it, so he had to let them go.

After kowtowing, everyone stood up together and said continuously: "Gongzi Xie's life-saving grace to the little girl."

Seeing that everyone stood up, Zhao Guohua had time to carefully examine the men, women and children in the room, and saw that they had dark faces, rough skin, very shabby clothes, wearing straw sandals, strips of cloth wrapped around their heads, blue or brown clothes were full of patches, and several children were even more yellow-skinned, skinny and bone-covered, and there was a thick yellow snot under their noses, and the clothes they wore were wide and large.

"Hey, hey, hey......" Zhao Guohua couldn't help laughing.

"Childe, I'm smiling at you." The man in his fifties blushed embarrassedly and lowered his head, and the others followed suit.

"I'm not laughing at you, I admire the director and makeup artist of this movie, it's so clever to make the actors act so realistically and makeup so well, I admire you even more, in order to act in a movie, you actually starved yourself like this, hahahaha......"

"Childe, what is a movie? What is a makeup artist? The girl who was rescued by Zhao Guohua asked curiously.

Zhao Guoqiang looked at her, then at the other people, and saw that everyone's eyes widened and looked at him curiously, so he smiled and said, "Haven't you seen the movie?" "Shangganling"? "Tunnel Warfare"? "Mine Warfare"? He talked about several old movies in a row, but everyone shook their heads again and again.

"They don't look like they're pretending, strange! It's weird, what's going on? Zhao Guohua was a little puzzled.

At this time, a woman in her fifties came out and said: "Erniu and her father, this son was injured in order to save Sanniu, you go to the village to borrow some money, buy some medicine and come back to treat the child's injury......"

"It's not that I don't want to borrow, but everyone who can borrow has borrowed, in order to pay the taxes of the imperial court, several families in the village have sold their children, this world, this world, alas! ......" the man in his fifties said, shaking his head with a sad face.

A young man said indignantly: "Damn, this damn imperial court, the heavy tax and silver are out of breath, and I don't know where the tax silver collected every year is used, this rogue Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong can't catch it, and the Tartars of Liaodong are even more terrible, and they are wantonly burning and looting in Beizhili, but the officials and soldiers just don't dare to fight." The Tartars killed a lot of people, robbed a lot of property and young men and women, and finally swaggered away, which was really shameful. ”

"Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong?" A thunderclap exploded in his head, and Zhao Guohua trembled.

As a liberal arts student who graduated from high school, he clearly knew that Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong were the leaders of the so-called rebel army at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

After calming down and learning ancient etiquette, Zhao Guohua sat up on the bed, arched his hand to everyone, and asked, "May I ask what year is it now?" Which one is the Emperor? ”

"Childe, you don't know?" The man in his fifties asked in surprise.

He looked at Zhao Guohua and looked like a rich man's son, but how could he not know what year it was.

"Oh...... This one...... I am an orphan, I was taken overseas by my master since I was a child, I lived overseas for more than 20 years, and only returned to my homeland a few days ago. buried the master, and just walked out of the mountain, he happened to meet Ling Ai and saved her. ”

"I see, no wonder! No wonder! The little old son and grandson Yiping offended the son." The old man hurriedly made amends.

"Childe, it's the seventh year of Chongzhen," a young man said respectfully.

In the seventh year of Chongzhen, isn't that 1634 AD? It's too cheating, in another ten years, Daming will be over, I will only be in my early forties by then, thinking that I will be forced to hold an ugly pig's tail on my head in the future, Zhao Guohua pushed away the old quilt, got out of bed, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists and scolded: "This thief God, too pitiful, too pitiful......"

.“ Son...... What happened to you? Sun Yiping saw that his expression was wrong, and hurriedly asked with concern.

Hearing Sun Laohan's words, Zhao Guohua came back to his senses and arched his hand: "I'm sorry, I just remembered some sad and sad things just now, so I lost my temper, and I ask my uncle to forgive me." As he spoke, he looked at the old man Sun Yiping standing in front of him, who had gray hair and was wearing a washed white brown coarse cloth caftan brown, which was covered with patches. The rough face was crisscrossed with ravines, full of wind and frost, and his wife also had a sad face, and the placket she wore was old and torn.

Could it be that Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong's army came here, or did Hou Jin's army come here? Thinking of this, Zhao Guoqiang asked, "Uncle Sun, may I ask where this place is?" ”

"So that Engong learned that this place is Yongxin County, Ji'an Prefecture, Jiangxi Province. The name of this village is Mingfeng Village. Sun Laohan bowed and said respectfully.

Yongxin County, Ji'an Prefecture, Jiangxi Province, is part of Jinggangshan City in later generations.

“****！ It has traveled far enough from the Yunnan border of modern society to the Daming Jiangxi more than 300 years ago. Moreover, there were no major wars in this place before 1644, so why would the lives of the people be miserable like this? ”

Seeing that he was silent in thought, Sun Laohan didn't dare to disturb him.

"Uncle, I see that you have beautiful mountains and rivers here, easy farming, and there is no war, you should be able to eat a full stomach if you are hardworking, but I see that everyone ......" The following words, Zhao Guohua is not easy to say.

After a long pause, a villager in his thirties stood up and said: "Engong, what you said makes sense, but we don't have our own fields, we are all tenants of Master Yang's family, sixty percent of the grain collected every year will be handed over to his family, and two percent will be handed over to the imperial court for tax grain, and he will only have two percent left, and the family will count on this grain for a year's food, if it weren't for the fact that they often go to the mountains to dig some wild vegetables and mix them to eat, the family would have starved to death." ”

"Uncle Zhao, who is this Master Yang?" Zhao Guohua asked.

Sun Laohan paused and said, "This old man Yang's name is Yang Degui, and he used to be the prefect of Qingzhou in Shandong. ”

"How is he? Isn't there more land and more money? Zhao Guohua asked again.

"Of course, Master Yang's nickname is Yang Papi, there are 10,000 acres of fertile land at home, most of the fields near this are his family's, and the grain he collects every year is a thousand people who can't eat it, in addition to Ji'an Mansion and Yongxin County, there are his restaurants, rice shops and pawnshops, and he has to earn more than 100,000 taels of silver every year, and there are more than 100 servants and maids at home, and there are more than 100 people in the family Ding team. A black-robed boy of fifteen or sixteen years old with shabby clothes rushed to say.

Although the boy is dark, his eyes are very bright, and there is a smart light in them, and he looks like a clever and naughty ghost.

With a "snap", Sun Laohan slapped the young man on the head and reprimanded: "Little rabbit, get out of the way, how do you know these things." ”

"I'm not talking nonsense, the second tiger in the village is a servant in the Yang family, he comes back to see his mother once a month, he has a good relationship with me, he came to talk to me a few days ago and told me." The young man covered his head and said with an aggrieved expression.

"He's ......," Zhao Guohua said as he looked at the young man in shabby clothes.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce to the son, No, this is the third son of the old man, Sun Rong, sixteen years old this year, the old man has three daughters and three sons, the eldest daughter and the second daughter are married, and the third daughter Sun Xiaomei, yesterday I went to the mountains to collect medicine, fortunately I met the eldest son, otherwise I would not be able to come back, the eldest son Sun Fu is a merchant, and the second son Sun You is helping a rice shop in the county to carry the work."

Looking at the three wrinkles on Sun Laohan's forehead that were deeply covered with dust, Zhao Guohua sighed secretly in his heart: Alas, the life of Sun Laohan's family seems to be difficult.

"Childe, this tiger you hit is a rare white tiger, with a huge body, and the wounds on the tiger's skin are mostly on the head, including the belt and flesh and bones, and it is worth at least one hundred and fifty taels of silver." Sun Fu said.

Sun Fu is Chinese New Year's Eve years old today, of medium height, wearing a short brown blue cloth, his hair is tied with an old black scarf, he is neither fat nor thin, he has light eyebrows and fine eyes, his eyes are bright, his face is kind, and he looks shrewd.

He is a merchant and has a lot of knowledge, and knows that the white tiger skin is a rare thing and very valuable.

Hearing him talk about this tiger, Zhao Guohua remembered that Jinggangshan belonged to South China, and in ancient times, there were only South China tigers, and the South China tiger was small, and this white tiger was huge, almost as big as two Siberian tigers, so he asked curiously: "Uncle Sun, how can you have such a big white tiger here?" ”

"I don't know about this, I don't know where this white tiger came from, it has never appeared before, if I don't meet my son today, Xiaomei will ......" Sun Laohan just said this, and a voice came from the door: "Where is the hero who fights the tiger, let the old man see ......"

When Zhao Guohua heard the sound, he turned around and looked at the door, only to see a man in his fifties who was slightly fat, wearing a corrugated hat, and wearing a royal blue satin Fuzi tuanhua robe, walked into the courtyard, followed by a few people dressed as family members.

"Yang Papi is here." Sun Rong whispered to Zhao Guohua.

Sun Laohan and the others hurriedly greeted him, knelt down and kowtowed: "The villain has seen Master Yang." ”

"Hahaha...... Get up and talk ......," the chubby old man said with a reserved smile to the person kneeling on the ground.

Zhao Guohua glanced at this old man Yang, this person's face was fleshless, a pair of triangular eyes flashed with a burning thief light, prominent cheekbones, pointed chin and thin lips, a small bush of half-black and half-white beard sparsely under the chin, and his face was full of treachery and meanness.

"Master Xie Yang......" As he spoke, Sun Laohan led everyone to stand up.

Master Yang is Yang Degui, Mingfeng Village is his grange, today he happened to come to the grange to inspect, I heard that someone in the village killed a white tiger, he came to see who has this ability.

"Ahh What a big tiger" Seeing the huge white tiger on the ground, Yang Degui exclaimed.

Surprised, he looked at Zhao Guohua, Zhao Guohua is 1.75 meters tall, and participates in the morning exercises of the warehouse guards every day, can eat and sleep, and weighs 75 kilograms, so his figure is very strong.

"Sure enough, it's a strong man, no wonder he can kill a tiger, it's just that the hair and clothes are ......," he praised.

Zhao Guohua had no choice but to say the fictional thing just now.