The sun slowly rises from the back of the ridge and shines on the top of the mountains.

Due to the strength of the Gongsun family and Gongsun Zhan, Guzhu Manor has not been disturbed by the war for several years.

At present, the biggest enemy of the village is the strange and changeable weather.

The strong laborers of the family worked day in the field, and the beads of sweat broke into eight petals, and after the harvest was handed over to the lord's house, what was left was not enough to feed the family.

But compared to the out-of-town people who have not eaten for a long time, the war-torn displaced people are still much stronger, at least they still have some goods at their disposal.

In the early, middle and late parts of each month, some small markets are spontaneously formed in the Lone Bamboo Manor.

On the day of the assembly, families spontaneously gather together to barter for something they need.

Today was also supposed to be the day of rally trading.

However, because something happened in the village the day before, the whole Zhuangzi fell into an inexplicable and dull atmosphere.

The gathering of the Xishan camp tribe was not deliberately concealed, even the peasants living in the most remote mountain areas learned about it.

A few days ago, when the owner of the manor returned, most of the people were happy and happy, except for those who were not so peaceful and had gone the wrong way.

For them, it doesn't matter whether the owner of the manor is Xuan Niangzi or Yan Niangzi.

But compared to Xuan Niangzi, who took off and trampled on the green seedlings, the real owner Yan Niangzi was still in order, and he had ordered the chief steward to distribute food once and bean porridge once.

In contrast, they naturally expect their master to be a generous and pure filial Yan Niangzi.

But this mood was soon replaced by fear.

It is said that those who are restless and rebellious are out and about at night.

It's just that before he could commit an adverse thing, he was strangled by the most elite white horse under Yan Niangzi's father.

According to rumors, Bai Ma Yi came and went like the wind from a silver-armored white horse, and killed a river of blood in the Xishan camp.

Not a single living person came out of the Xishan camp, and not only that, but even those families who gathered against the tribe would be all killed or expelled from the manor.

In this place, facts such as marriage and family exchange are common, and there are always some relationships between households.

Affected by such rumors, people who have some connections with the tribesmen are worried about being implicated.

Some families have even driven the daughters of the tribesmen back to their parents' homes, just to clear up the relationship.

In front of a hill, a dilapidated farmhouse courtyard was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

This small courtyard is located at the foot of the mountain, with only three adobe houses in the first place, and the houses are covered with straw, and the courtyard door made of wood is not tightly closed, revealing a crack.

A woman dressed in the usual green kudzu cloth sat under the jujube tree in the courtyard with a sad face.

She had a hand-woven bamboo basket with dozens of eggs lying on the hay in her hand.

This is what she has saved for a long time by piecing together and exchanging with her neighbors.

Last month, the assembly made an appointment with the artisan lady to use these eggs to exchange a set of needlework, spring scissors and other dowry equipment for the younger daughter to be married as a dowry.

I didn't expect the steward in charge of this piece to notice that they should not be gathered in the near future.

If it were just that, it wouldn't make her so worried.

What really made her anxious was that the family who was talking to her youngest daughter actually invited the Chinese to talk and wanted to regret the marriage.

The six rites of Nacai, the name of the question, the Najib, and the Nazheng have all gone through, and only the invitation and the greeting are left.

Most of the six rites were performed, but the man regretted the marriage at this time.

When the youngest daughter heard this, she hid in the room and weaved cloth without saying a word.

But as a mother, how could she not know the grievances in her daughter's heart?

"Hey!" The woman glanced at her daughter's closed door and sighed deeply, "How is this good?" Obviously, you obeyed the dispatch of Steward Zhou, protected the main house, and were injured, but why should you be implicated by those rebellious people. ”

"Say no more!" A man stood in the courtyard and interrupted his wife.

He was eight feet tall and majestic, but he had been exposed to the sun all year round and worked hard, his face was extremely deep bronzed, and his sideburns were connected to a thick beard, which looked a little vicious.

After interrupting his wife's words, the man glanced up in the direction of his daughter's room, bit his cheek, and raised his hand.

Hands that were severed at the wrist were tied with brown strips of cloth at the broken points.

He put the two severed hands together, took an axe, and lowered his head to bite the cloth belt with his teeth, trying to tie the axe to the two severed limbs.

Seeing this, his wife got up to help him, but he pushed him away with her elbow, "You go and see Ah Tang, such a family, such a family affair is not settled!" Go and boil this egg for Ah Tang to eat. ”

I saw my wife walking into the backyard with eggs.

The man gritted his teeth, tightened the cloth belt, held the axe, and slashed the axe into a piece of wood standing on a stake for chopping wood, and a fierce color appeared in his eyes.

At this time, there was a rush from Dengden in the distance, from far to near, a young man with a square face, very similar to his father, carried a longbow on his back, pushed open the courtyard door and ran in.

A hemp rope belt was tied around his waist, and several squirrels and a pheasant were hung on it.

"Father, I heard that the Li family regretted their marriage?"

In the Han Dynasty, Naji and Nazheng have already confirmed the marriage relationship, and then it is time to invite relatives, and few people will regret their treachery at this stage.

Such a thing is extremely face-hurting for both parties in the in-law relationship.

The young man's face with fine fluff on his lips was full of fierceness, "I can't spare them!" ”

As he spoke, the young man untied the prey from his waist and strode into the hall.

On the wall facing the east of the hall hung a long knife.

It is the ring-headed knife of the Han army, and the paint of the scabbard has been dull and faded, but obviously the owner cherishes it very much, and it is shiny and shiny when it is wiped and rubbed.

The boy placed his game on a worn-out straw mat in the hall, hung his long knife at his waist, and went out of the hall.

At this time, the man who had been standing in silence in the courtyard called out in a deep voice, "Stop! ”

"Father!"

Because the man is very dignified at home, the young man is full of grievances, but he still honestly pauses.

"Put down the knife!"

"But we didn't take part in the thieves' business." The young man was not convinced, "Obviously, we also helped Steward Zhou force those guys back, why are we still implicated by them?" ”

The young man raised his arm and angrily pulled the bandage on his right arm, "I'm still injured, obviously I should be meritorious, why do I belong to those thieves?" ”

Seeing his son's injury, the man's face softened slightly, and he said to him in a relaxed tone: "That kind of family is not very beneficial even if they get married, as for right or wrong, Gongsun Niangzi will definitely give us justice." ”