The night sky is bright, as if the blue of the day has not completely faded. Especially after the caress of the bright moonlight, the distant mountains and rivers on the earth have become extraordinarily quiet and skillful.

Ten miles away from Jiguanzhuang, it has crossed dozens of green mountains and majestic mountains, and swept through four or five shallow river corridors. There is a special place in that place, called North Mountain. I saw that Surabaya was surrounded here, the fairy peak turned, and the pheasants and cranes chirped.

In the floating clouds of the North Mountain, it can be vaguely seen on the Thirteen Green Peaks and Broad Field, and many Luan Miyazaki halls are entangled and built. Those palaces are like floating in the clouds, and the erratic clouds of the attic pass through the cloud windows that have just been pushed open, just like the cloud windows of the fog pavilion. However, although these palaces are built high, they are not deliberately far away from the fireworks in the world, because the thirteen main peaks are connected by a dragon-like mountain plank corridor with a coiled and entangled lantern to connect the glorious and prosperous ancestral buildings at the bottom of the north mountain. On the opposite side of the ancestral building, there are high-rise buildings lined up neatly on three sides, and on the shore of a lakeside, there are scattered old houses.

This old house is indeed some years old, and the wood is a little rotten. However, these old houses are extremely well maintained, and even this decay-resistant vermilion paint has just been lightly painted, and the ashlar under his feet has also been cleaned.

At this time, it was night, and the old house was also dimly lit, but it was the fire and light in the middle hall of the old house. The still wind is exactly the smell of incense and candles.

Sure enough, there was a figure in the middle hall of the old house, who was dressed in a spacious and rich robe, with his hands folded, kneeling on the futon with a reverent face. This man was an old man in his sixties, and after a closer look through a few wrinkles on his face, he found that he was somewhat similar to the duck-throated man before. It's just that his face has long lost the arrogance of a duck-throated man, and he can't see any bloodthirsty mania, and the wrinkles and spots accumulated over the years have somewhat hidden his fat-headed mouse eyes.

This old man's name is Pang Fu, and he looks to be in his sixties, but he is actually one hundred and ninety years old this year. In his early years, he was also arrogant and domineering, spending all day drinking, and living a rotten life day after day, year after year. He didn't have much interest in cultivating his spirit and cultivating qi, and he didn't have that talent, but growing up in this wealthy family, he never got rid of the orders he had to do. I don't know what virtue his ancestors have accumulated, and he is actually related to Pang Hai, the founder of the Beishan Sect. Once this relationship is pulled, it lasts for a thousand years. Pang Hai had already ascended to heaven, and the relationship between the Pang family and the Beishan Sect had already been established.

Pang Fu didn't care so much in his early years, and he had to get by and do nonsense. But as time passed, he had to become a family and take over the baton of power from the Pang family. I don't know if it's really because he did too many immoral things when he was young, and the disaster of punishment finally befell him - that is, he couldn't pass on his ancestry! He is not a person who believes in good and evil karma, because their Pang family has been oppressing the poor, miserable, and poor tenant farmers in the chicken comb village from the beginning. However, he did not think that what their family had done was a so-called evil act, and everything was just a matter of rightful control. It is only a reasonable use of slaves by slave owners, and even if it deprives them of their lives, it is by no means an excessive thing, let alone an evil thing. However, as he got older, his hair turned from black to white, and the fat flesh of his face was squeezed out of fat and moisture by time, turning into loose wrinkles. His mind began to change from not caring and indifferent to eager, panicked, and even wanting to complete a mission by unscrupulous means - to pass on the lineage.

In order to accomplish this mission, he built one building after another of the buildings he used to house women. He also patronized these women almost every day, but everything seemed to sink into the sea, and there was no sound.

Finally one day, he suddenly built a special garden and picked up a bloated and obese village girl. He was exactly one hundred and sixty three that year, and after a hundred days and nights of frequent running to the bloated village girl, he finally got his first and only son. When he got a son, he was ecstatic, so he named this son Pang Zuyou. Hence the name, it means that the ancestors are blessed, and the incense continues to burn. For this son, he takes care of him in every way, and almost everything is due to his son Pang Zuyou's temperament. A reckless indulgence and doting way of raising is, of course, also contributing to the growth of an arrogant and arrogant maniac.

Night has fallen, and the trees and mountains that have been blurred before are still vaguely outlined...... In the end, they all merged, and it was completely cloudy black.

Pang Fu knew that his son Pang Zuyou must have gone to find those tenant farmers again, and he also sent some secret sentinels to follow his son quietly, and regularly reported his son's whereabouts to him. He loves this son very much, so he also has high hopes for his son, after all, this world is a world where strength is respected. Therefore, he also tried his best to squeeze these tenant farmers in these years, and exchanged their countless blood and tears for some opportunities. In fact, he also knew that his hard work was only a small favor from the Beishan Sect. However, he didn't have much complaints about this, after all, he could use those lowly tenant farmers to exchange for some broken small first-grade spirit stones, and even some yellow-rank spirit skills...... These are simply divine graces for ordinary people.

Pang Fu knelt down and worshiped on the ancestral hall for a full hour, the incense candles that had been inserted before had burned to the roots, he opened his cloudy old eyes, stood up loosely, and slowly re-lit some incense candles. He once again solemnly and reverently held the incense candle in both hands, and after three bows and nine knocks, he got up and slowly inserted the incense candle into the incense stand and candlestick in turn. Finally all this is done, and it is time for dinner. So he casually asked, "Is the young master back?" Anyway, there is nothing to worry about, he understands that his son just loves to toss and often runs out.

"Returning to the master, not coming back!" was a respectful and obedient voice.

"What about the sentry sent out to inspect the young master?" Pang Fu still added.

"No news!"

"It seems that something is really wrong!" Pang Fu faintly felt a little uneasy, but after all, he was still scheming and calm, but it was about his precious son, so there was something else to say. He immediately issued an order: "Send some people to Jiguanzhuang to find out what is abnormal, and what is ...... Protecting the safety of the young master is the first priority...... And if there is anything abnormal...... It's better not to act rashly, and ...... Forget it, that's all! I'll report it as soon as there's any news!"

"No!"

At this time, a black shadow flashed in the ancestral courtyard, his whole body was black, and even his face was smeared by the night, except for the empty eyes that were swayed by the distant candlelight. However, this light was inexplicably reflected in these dead eyes, as if he was suddenly imprisoned and infected with this person's Leng Mo, such Leng Mo was mixed with deep servility. In fact, there are many such slave killings in the Pang Clan, and these slave killing is also an absolute weapon to maintain their Pang Clan's dominance in this Cockscomb Village.

These slave killers were selected from among the tenant farmers of Jiguanzhuang, and they were still very young, so young that they did not recognize their parents at all, and there was nothing wrong with them. They are tempered with cruelty, and their master is their only god, and sadly, they are to be used as a whip to flog their relatives and even their own parents.

This is servility, which is based on the desire to survive, according to the limited rational choice of the individual's cognitive power in reality, and complete obedience. It is the product of violent intimidation, the temptation of profit and the imprisonment of thoughts. These slaves, for all, lack a sense of independence. These slaves are like a group of confused animals, the one who is fierce is the wolf, the one who is ruthless is the tiger, and the less fierce is the lamb to the slaughter. However, they are all nothing more than puppets and hounds manipulated by slave owners. Second, there is no sense of equality. They can't treat others as equals, and they don't dare to treat themselves equally. The double oppression and torture from the spirit and the body also make them have two distorted personalities, low to the inferiority complex in the dust, and arrogant to the high. The third is the worship of power and strength. Slaves were inexplicably terrified of the power that slave owners were born with, and even if it was just a piece of paper tiger hanging there, they didn't have the guts to pierce it. And absolute strength shapes supreme power.

"Daisen...... It's here!"

Tian Lao was a little cramped, but he still hesitated for a moment, so he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled a piece of cedar poplar bark in an umbrella grass hut. A black mouth one foot high and three feet wide was exposed.

Jin Yan poked out a luminous pearl, and the light instantly filled the umbrella shack. Originally, this umbrella hut was made of a few pieces of wood tied to the top, and then the bottom pillars of these logs were allowed to spread freely, and then a pit was dug to fix the roots of these pillars, and it became an umbrella hut. The house was simple, with a few pieces of wood, a sturdy vine, and some weeds on the outside.

The house is also the same as the old man Tian, who is so thin and rugged. Even the inside of the house was empty, and a storm could destroy everything here, but it and he were still standing here after many storms.

If you insist on saying something in the house, you should be able to see the fire directly. On the left is a pile of weed mats, and it happens to be almost the same size as Tian Lao's body, as if it is afraid of taking up a little more space. There are two pieces of ragged coarse linen clothes neatly placed on this weed mat, and this sackcloth has not known how many years it has used, anyway, it has turned from gray to white, loose and white, incomplete, the coarse cloth has become a thick thread, and the thick thread has also been torn into filaments, and these filaments may be lightly touched by the wind, and a hole will be exposed, which should be Tian Lao's only clothes to cover his shame and keep warm! At one end of the weed mat, a small bag of things was placed. And the most eye-catching thing in the house is the water jar in the middle of the right that has broken half of its side. This water jar is no different from an ordinary wine jar, but in Tian Lao's heart, this is a large water tank that is extremely precious.

Tian Lao took advantage of the light and walked in front of this "big water tank". And this "big water tank" was just as high as his kneecaps, and he slowly bowed down, stretching out his shriveled and swarthy old hand. Then he groped for the water altar and poked out a fist-sized melon scoop. He grabbed the melon scoop and scooped a ladle of water.

"Daisen...... The little old man doesn't have a water stove, just a sip of cold water...... It's not a respect!" Tian Lao respectfully handed the water scoop to Jin Yan.

Jin Yan took the scoop of water and put it in front of his nose just to drink, it seemed to have a sour smell, but he still drank it all.

After Tian Lao handed over the water scoop, he turned around and walked to the small bag at the head of the weed mat, and he didn't know where he had found a piece of linen. Place the straw cloth on the top of the pouch and scoop it a few times with your hands. Yellow, white, greenish, reddish chaff grains were exposed. He was busy in the small room, and Jin Yan couldn't intervene, just holding the luminous beads, standing quietly aside, becoming an inconsequential person.

At this time, a soup fire has been lit in the Nanpu food field of Jiguanzhuang. It was full of people, a group of ragged, hungry tenant farmers. These tenant farmers had been busy all day, but at this moment they were staring at the large stone pots on the soup fire.

The large stone cauldrons are built next to each other, leaving just a square foot of space in the middle, and an entrance and exit in the east. There are still people outside who are diligently adding firewood to the fire, and the big stone pot is steaming with fragrant mist at this time. And in the mist stood a man, his upper body exposed, his abdomen full of vigorous and powerful muscle lines, and his two big black and thick hands held a large wooden shovel. He slowly turned over the vegetable soup and rice soup in the stone pot, and from time to time he would sprinkle some spices into the stone pot......

This man's name is Old Friend, but this name is called by everyone, and over time, this name obscures his real name. Others don't bother to ask, and he doesn't care meaninglessly. There's a reason why he chose to cook for everyone. The first is that the owner of Pang Zhuang stipulates that everyone must eat together, and there can be no specialization, and everyone supervises each other; the second is that choosing to be a cook can gain everyone's respect, and often you can also steal less food by the pot in the name of tasting dishes. Because the fruits of their blood, sweat and hard work will be picked by the owner of Pang Zhuang. And then from this pile of fruits, carefully divide them with something to eat. Although everything seems so unfair, these tenant farmers are grateful to the owner of Pang Zhuang.

"Old Tian, you are here, why did you bring grain again? This is the grain you have worked so hard to pick up, this is ...... What's so embarrassing about that?" Old friend Ku said so politely, but he beckoned a helper to take over the straw cloth in Tian Lao's hand.

The soup fire burned more and more, and everyone's eyes only had the fragrant soup in the stone pot.

"When I finally came, I thought it was Xingshi who came to ask for the guilt? I didn't expect it...... I'm so cautious, but it's just with me! I've been cocooned for a long time, and I want to break out of the cocoon...... It's up to them!" Jin Yan looked at a collapsing and sloping fence wall, and said with confidence.

The rice soup and vegetable soup are already out of the pot, and the tenant farmers are flocking to it. Noise, joy, and booing, smacking, and tongue-picking...... At this moment, this situation and this scene is undoubtedly the time that these tenant farmers are most looking forward to and enjoying!