Chapter 101: Demon Domain

At first, the innate sense of reverence that ordinary farmers had for the squires and wealthy families still had some effect. From the mouths of the older generation, they know that those rich families are often four or five generations, or even five or six generations of thrifty and thrifty households. And most of them themselves have indeed received the favor of others: not to mention the relief in disaster years, there will definitely be meat in the meals of long-term and short-term workers on the days of busy farming every year - and the whole family of the owner, except for three festivals and two birthdays, is often vegetarian at other times. If you really encounter any emergency and disaster, you can always get help - since ancient times, the imperial power did not go to the countryside, and for two thousand years, the stability of the grassroots social order was maintained by the squires.

Every man has his own life. The life of a good person is because he accumulated virtue and did good deeds in his previous life, so he was arranged by Lord Yama to be reincarnated into a good family. Accept your fate with peace of mind, do more good deeds, and you will be blessed in the next life.

That's what the old people say.

However, Mr. Qian said that these are all fake!

After the people of Yangzhuang rushed into the already messy Yang Yuanwai's house, although they didn't see any gold and silver, the soldiers really couldn't move the remaining grain, but there were still a lot of white flowers scattered in the warehouse! Everyone rushed to carry it to their homes. There are also a few people, such as the most courageous Yang Shi, who is afraid of smashing his head when he drops a leaf, but he just watched from the sidelines, hesitating and not daring to do anything. However, whoever takes it cheaply, and if you don't dare to do it, you should continue to starve! After four or five days, Yang Shishi was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, so he went to find Ma Laoqi, who moved the most, to borrow grain, and was chased away by him with a mouthful of thick phlegm on his face and scolded him. Be a good person yourself? Why!

Although there is food in their stomachs now, most Yangzhuang people still feel like a big stone is faintly pressed in their hearts, which is indescribably awkward. If the village heads and ridges meet each other, if in the past, the family has more than 100 catties of grain, they will definitely chat happily for a while, but at this time, they will hang their eyelids, lower their heads and silently walk away.

Fortunately, this feeling of depression did not last long.

Zhang Mazi came to Yangzhuang again in a lively manner, beat gongs and drums to gather the old and young in the wheat field, and gave Ma Laoqi ten taels of silver in public, and then said that this was Lord Qian's reward for him to report Yang Bully. The two official silver ingots full of white and bright color flashed the eyes of the people of Yangzhuang under the sun, making many people rise in their hearts, "I knew that even if I made meritorious service to the imperial court, I could not ...... it". In the hearts of the dealers, Yang Yuanwai certainly looks like a good person, but the government has made diametrically opposite qualitatives. Lord Qian is undoubtedly right - can the government be wrong? I'm just a farmer who can't read big words, and I must have been deceived by this surnamed Yang! So Ma Laoqi looked much more pleasing to the eye.

Zhang Mazi came with Master Qian's guest Master Kang. When everyone was firmly nailed to their heels and minds with two silver ingots of five taels, Master Kang cleared his throat and spoke. In the end, it is a reader, Master Kang's incomprehensible Jiaodong dialect suddenly poked into everyone's hearts in a daze: Old and young masters of Yangzhuang, Master Qian knows that you are living a hard life! But have you ever thought about it—you shouldn't have suffered such a sin! They were all harmed by the local tyrant surnamed Yang!

Shattering ......

Master Kang has been away for a long time, and everyone is still standing on the spot in a daze, and every sentence of Master Kang's words is like a hammer, smashing into everyone's hearts.

"You get up early and work greedily in the dark, but you don't have enough food and clothing, has the surnamed Yang ever been on the ground and exposed to the scorching sun?"

"You saw with your own eyes the grain piled up in the house of the man surnamed Yang. He hasn't carried a hoe, where did he get so much grain, isn't it all grown by you? ”

"You planted grain, but you have to give it to that Yang Heixin for nothing, because you think that the land belongs to his family, and it is righteous. But do you know where his fields came from? It's not all his ancestors who robbed others by cheating, deceiving others, and forcibly snatching them! Otherwise, why did your ancestors work for generations with their backs to the loess and their backs to the sky, but all the good land was taken by his family? ”

"Your baby is cutting pigweed, his baby is studying, and when the baby of the black-hearted family grows up, he will still bully your doll like he bullies you!"

"Yangzhuang Yangzhuang, are you really all sheep, at the mercy of that black-hearted guy?"

Hammer after hammer, the big stone that weighed heavily on everyone's hearts was smashed and dissipated without a trace—it turned out that we did the right thing! This grain is our own!

Master Qian and Master Kang are simply living bodhisattvas who have gone down to save the suffering!

Yangzhuang is a small village with more than 100 households, according to the Ming Dynasty's law of protecting the armor, ten families and one hundred households, Yangzhuang's previous Baozheng, of course, is outside Yang Yuan. Yang Yuanwai's house was raided, and Master Kang asked Ma Laoqi, who had made great contributions, to be corrected on the spot.

The small flame in the hearts of the people of Yangzhuang burned into a raging fire, and the only Yang Yuanwai house in Yangzhuang that could be burned had become a white ground, so under the leadership of Ma Laoqi, this fire quickly went to Zhaozhuang, Xu Ying, and Dong Ying...... Spread out.

Soon, the wealthy gentry in the suburbs and towns were all ruined. Although it was a devastating year of famine, most of the people still lived a good life with fine food and meat.

Albeit briefly.

Many people have planted the land again, and large tracts of farmland are barren there, and travelers often have to walk for half a day to occasionally see the scattered cultivators. And Lord Qian of Nanyang Mansion rejoiced in a bumper harvest - not to mention the gold and silver stolen, Master Kang is a connoisseur of goods, in the following series of government raids, antique calligraphy and painting celebrities are genuine, nothing can escape his eyes.

Yin Erwu didn't understand this, and he didn't have the heart to think about it, as long as the white-flour steamed buns were eaten with their bellies open, and then they killed the pigs, cows, sheep and chickens raised by the local tyrants and inferior gentry, it would be the day of the gods. As for the future...... Who cares about that! Anyway, everyone is eating, if you don't eat, you deserve to be unlucky!

What makes Yin Erwu happiest is to watch those old men who are usually high up at their feet prostrate at their feet and beg for mercy with tears in their eyes, which feels as refreshing as the possession of the golden armor god. Ma Laoqi is really a talent, and he has figured out so many tricks to clean up people. For example, tie a thumb and a big toe with a fishing line, and then hang a person up at a height just enough for him to stand on tiptoe and stand on the other toe, kneel against the wall on a stack of broken bricks, and then use his head to put a large green brick on the wall, and for another example, wait for the river to freeze with ice, smash a hole, tie the person's legs and pestle down, put a wooden board around his waist, and freeze the upper half on the ice, and build a shack to make a fire in order to prolong his pain as much as possible...... Ma Laoqi, who is majestic in front of him, is no longer the scoundrel who everyone looks down on under the Tugu Ancestral Hall.

Following Ma Laoqi's yelling and drinking, he was addicted to all the townships, and saw that there was nothing to toss in the countryside of Siye, so everyone flocked to Nanyang Mansion in the spring.

Entering the city this time, Yin Erwu, who has been a single person for half his life, can be regarded as an eye-opener. Once at the gate of the city to copy the grocery stall, I saw a group of sideburns (typo, the end of the word - well, these two words are also typos), it turned out that a man surnamed Luo was imprisoned for rebellion, and his wife hanged herself. Since Dong Ying came out, Ma Laoqi is actually not a single person - everyone knows what happened to Dong Yuanwai's daughter before she died, but no one dares to say anything - Hearing passers-by pointing and talking about how beautiful the Locke lady is, Ma Laoqi still led everyone to intercept several descendants of the Locke family carrying the coffin.

The subordinates who lost their masters, just buried the young grandmother with almost instinctive and simple feelings, and their future livelihood was still at a loss......

The deceased's appearance has been sorted out, but the cartilage at the base of the tongue is broken, and there is still a small section that cannot be stuffed back into the mouth, which looks quite terrible. Rao didn't stop the curiosity of the singles, and when the guys finished studying the exterior and became interested in the internal structure, someone pulled out a knife......

It was dark, and the singles finally dispersed, discussing as they walked: How much grace is this that the court has given you fame? This guy actually plotted rebellion, isn't he deserving retribution! Yin Erwu Meng Youcai said one word at a time, as if what he had just done was a righteous thing, and from time to time someone said a few obscene words, everyone laughed out loud when they heard it, and there was no guilt in their hearts. The next day, the people who went out of the city to cut wood saw only coffins that had been split apart, and broken bones and blood stains gnawed by wild beasts.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day to pay the emperor's grain.

Most of the fields are deserted, but Lord Qian's orders must be carried out to the letter. Zhang Mazi personally commanded Ma Laoqi and Yin Erwu to collect from door to door in each village. Zhang Mazi said to Ma Laoqi in private, Lord Qian only looks at the amount collected by each village, so he doesn't care how it is collected! So those who are still honest and farming have bad luck, no matter what rations and seeds you have, other families don't have it, only your family has it, what do you say?

Diao people can always come up with various ways to hide food, but this is not difficult for Zhang Mazi and Ma Laoqi - how many acres of land in your family probably produces, everyone has miles in their hearts! There is another phenomenon that has been discovered by everyone one after another: the more ruthless you are to others, the more you can be trusted! In other words, the less you have to worry about being pushed on yourself! Many of those who secretly reported that their neighbors' hidden grain had been seized also received bounties!

However, when everyone discovered this trick, the neighbors were on guard against each other like thieves, and the success rate of the secret report plummeted, and gradually became a means of venting personal anger. By the time the method of checking the color of feces was invented, everyone's good days had finally come to an end......

The fields were completely uncultivated. In the first year, there were still people who secretly opened up some land to plant some miscellaneous grains in the barren mountains ten or twenty miles away from the village, but now they are all barren, and the grass has grown one person high. Zhang Mazi and other officials haven't seen each other for a long time, and since Ma Laoqi was driven out of the city by a strange official who didn't know him and didn't have a friendship, he quickly deflated like a frosted eggplant. Nanyang Mansion, not to mention the few wealthy families who had to run out early when they saw the opportunity, ordinary people also went to relatives and friends, and the rest were like ghosts - most of them were once like themselves, and they really had a good time eating and drinking spicy food.

Yin Erwu's body was shining in the sun and felt a little hot. There was no food in my stomach, and I felt dizzy when I sweated, so I stopped thinking nonsense, got up from the broken kang, walked out of the door, and thought hard about which mountain I hadn't been to yet, and I was going to try my luck today to see if I could dig up some wild vegetables.

Yin Erwu dragged his feet to the river, wanting to take a few sips of water to suppress his hunger, but he froze after walking a few steps: on the river channel five or six miles away, it was densely packed with boats and rafts, and there was no end in sight, and it was slowly but surely driving towards him!

Guan Shengyun's army arrived.

The manuscript is sold out. Although it is a novel, in order to ensure the quality, it is necessary to refer to a large number of literature when writing, and it is difficult to do one update a day in the future, and it would be good to be able to update one article in two or three days.