The person who came was an aborigine, but he was different from other ordinary natives, he looked more shrewd, spoke a cool language that was not very standard, held a long whip, and cursed.

The appearance of this person made the other people, who retreated far away, and there was a noise in their ears.

Su Qi'an soon learned the identity of this person, although this person was an indigenous, but he was the housekeeper of the small priest of Tucheng, and his status was much higher than that of ordinary natives.

There are three, six, and nine priests, but even the lowest-ranking junior priests can be on an equal footing with the county order.

What's more, they are sitting on a large area of land, and the level of the little priest of Tucheng is no smaller than the scope of Tucheng.

Not only the land, but all the natives of the land automatically belonged to the little priests, who were the domestic slaves of the little priests.

These domestic slaves have been domestic slaves for generations, and even if they give birth to children, they are also domestic slaves, and they cannot escape the mark of domestic slaves for the rest of their lives.

And the little priest of Tucheng is their heaven, and they have to do whatever they are asked to do.

Even if he was executed immediately, the Tucheng prefectural ordinance had no jurisdiction, so at some point, the rights of the small priests of Tucheng were greater than the local prefectural ordinance.

This kind of slavery lasted for too long, and the Great Cool of the founding period failed to reverse it, let alone the Great Coolness that gradually declined.

However, after so many years of submission, in the three southern states, the control of Daliang has still made some progress.

For example, the local people living on the land of the small priests in Tucheng, that is, the Liang people who migrated a hundred years ago, are not under the jurisdiction of the small priests.

Even if he commits any crime, he must be judged by the local county order in accordance with the law of Da Liang, and it is absolutely impossible to be so unscrupulous in front of him.

There is also a reason for the unscrupulousness of this indigenous steward, it turns out that this people, because his family is too poor, and he encountered this year's floods, resulting in him basically no harvest.

In order to beg for food for his mother, he had to borrow food from the small priest of Tucheng, and if he did not repay the food within the specified time, he sold himself as a domestic slave.

It is because of this deed of sale in his hand that this native steward will commit such a murderous act.

The people around him, seeing the young man who was beaten and screaming, also showed pity on their faces.

To borrow food from the little priests, to put it bluntly, is a bottomless pit, a usury.

Everyone knows that once you borrow food, that guy will be profitable, and in a few days, you will have to pay it back.

If it weren't for the desperation, no one would borrow food like a little priest.

The young man, struggling, pleaded with the steward, "Spare me, there are still three days left in our appointed time, and before the time comes, I will definitely repay the food of the little priest after three days."

The young man begged for mercy, but the native steward sneered, still waving the whip in his hand.

"Huh, pay it back? What do you pay back, let alone three days, even if it is thirty days, you will not be able to make up ten stones of grain! Obediently accept your fate, the house slave is your life, and if you want to run, Lao Tzu will beat you to death."

"Ten stones? I borrowed a stone..."

"Hmph, don't talk nonsense, the little priest said, ten stones are ten stones, you Takuru are cunning, you eat into your stomach, you won't admit it, today see how Lao Tzu teaches you!"

The young man wanted to defend himself, but he was directly stepped on in the face by the indigenous steward, and the long whip in his hand was beaten to death.

The people who stood silently in the distance showed a somewhat ugly look on their faces.

It turned out that the mouth of the indigenous steward said that the so-called Takuru is a kind of language of their natives, which translates to roughly mean useless animals.

It was an insulting word specifically for the local Liang people, and although their faces were ugly, their clenched fists were finally put down.

After all, with the deed of selling his body in his hand, if he really wants to stand up for this young man, who can take ten stones of grain in his hand.

One stone of grain, according to modern estimates, is about 100 catties, and 10 stones is a full 1,000 catties.

It is no wonder that when it comes to borrowing grain, if you are not cornered, you will not be like a little priest borrowing grain.

This is also too ruthless, where is usury, it is completely about human life, borrow a hundred catties, and repay a thousand catties.

Su Qi'an was also quite surprised when he heard it.

The native steward is still punching and kicking with impunity, and if he doesn't stop it, I'm afraid it won't be long before this man will be killed.

Although Su Qi'an didn't want to take care of things, just with the insulting words of this indigenous steward, Su Qi'an felt uncomfortable.

He sighed, Tong Zhan beside him instantly understood, without saying a word, the next moment, he grabbed the long whip of the indigenous steward.

When the vigorous native steward was stopped, he was very angry and scolded angrily, "Where did Takuru come from, he couldn't find death, and dared to take care of the family affairs of the little priest."

Saying that, I am also a strong man, and he doesn't believe in strength, and he will lose to this group of Takuru.

Tong Zhan didn't get used to him, he also exerted force, the long whip tightened, and then the whip could be heard.

This kind of confrontation, anyone can see, Tong Zhan has the upper hand, and the indigenous steward is flushed, just about to burst out the last strength.

Who would have thought that Tong Zhan clenched the palm of the whip, and suddenly loosened, and the indigenous steward stumbled and fell into the puddle.

Covered in sludge, like that, not to mention how embarrassed it was, suddenly, it caused bursts of laughter.

The native steward's face was pale, and he slowly got up, his eyes containing anger, like devouring people, just wanted to burst over, ready to fight with Tong and have a competition.

But at this moment, a deep voice came from a distance, "Muha, stand down."

Everyone turned around in unison, and the little priest of Tucheng actually came forward, and the laughter just now instantly dissipated invisibly.

The little priest of Tucheng, sitting on a bamboo chair, was still carried by more than a dozen natives, and along the way, the people who were watching unconsciously retreated a little again.

Obviously, everyone was still very afraid of this little priest of Tucheng.

The little priest of Tucheng entered the city, probably to appease the anger of the rain god and negotiate with the Tucheng County Order.

Although the beginning of the children's war makes people feel very happy, this little priest is not good at stubble, and it is estimated that this person is afraid that he will be planted.

In everyone's hearts, they could foresee the sad end of Tong Zhan, and they all stopped their voices.

Muha trotted all the way to the little priest of Tucheng, and just wanted to speak, but was stopped by the little priest.

The little priest's gaze swept through the crowd, and naturally fell on Su Qi'an's body, and said softly.

"You cool people have an old saying, it depends on the master to beat a dog, and the lesson has been taught, Your Excellency, let's talk about it."

was pointed out by the little priest at a glance, Su Qi'an was not surprised, the one who could serve as the little priest was not an ordinary person, not only spoke a very fluent cool language, but also knew the ancient language of the Liang people, which is enough to show that this person still has some cultural background, and he has participated in the imperial examination.

Su Qi'an walked out very calmly, and the little priest of Tucheng seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be talking to Su Qi'an.

"Well, it's a talent, if I'm not mistaken, Your Excellency should be from the Nanzhou family."

"As for me, before I became enlightened, I did participate in the imperial examination held by your Liangren, but I was just a talent, and then I realized the will of the rain god, so I don't care about it."

These words of the little priest of Tucheng surprised Su Qi'an a little, but he didn't show it.

It was as if this little priest really had some magical powers and could see the hearts of others.

Although shocked, Su Qi'an didn't believe it, any bull ghosts, snakes, and gods can only be used to deceive ignorant people, if Su Qi'an is frightened by this, then it will be a hell.

With a smile on his face, Su Qi'an looked at the little priest of Tucheng and said, "Since the little priest has such skills, you might as well guess the purpose of my coming to Jiaozhou and why I came to Jiaozhou."

"Be bold, and give honorifics to the little priest!" Mu Ha beside him immediately scolded.

Su Qi'an was noncommittal, and looked at the little priest with a smile, and the two looked at each other, as if they wanted to see each other through.

Not long after this kind of staring, the little priest withdrew his gaze and said softly, "Your Excellency comes and goes, everything has its own certainty, and what you do cannot be forced, this is your way."

If you change

If you are someone else, you will definitely be fooled by his gods, but Su Qi'an can be sure.

This little priest has a strong ability to observe words and colors, and can guess part of the opponent's mental activities through the opponent's micro-expressions and the movements in his hands.

To put it bluntly in modern times, it is a master of mind reading, and never underestimate the wisdom of the ancients, whose wisdom is far from their own imagination.

Su Qi'an smiled and said nothing, and at this time, the little priest of Tucheng said again, "I know that Mr. Qi is powerful and powerful, and it shouldn't be a problem to take out ten stones of grain and redeem himself for this house slave."

"But it's a pity that I don't represent already, but the rain god, Mr. Qi's behavior just now, if I don't get the explanation back, it is blasphemy against the rain god, which is really disrespectful."

"Oh, what do you want? Do you want to punish me for the so-called rain god?" Su Qi'an crossed his arms around his chest, showing a playful look.

The little priest of Tucheng shook his head and said softly, "No, there is a debtor who has been wronged, Mr. Qi is involved in the cause and effect, how will the rain god punish him, and he will appear at that time."

"I'm going to pursue the rain god for this Takuru."

"Takuru, you should know that if you eat the food of the rain god, you will have to bear the price, and now the rain god has decreed that you will serve him."

"Go ahead, cherish this opportunity, it is your blessing to be favored by the rain god, I believe your wife will be happy for you."

After saying this, the young man who had been beaten out of shape struggled to get up, and there was a dagger in front of him.

He trembled and picked up his dagger, and the voice of the little priest rang out again.

"Go! The rain god is waiting for you."

The young man held the dagger across his shoulder, and Tong Zhan, who was watching this scene, shouted, "Boy, stop!"

The young man in ragged clothes looked at Tong Zhan and Su Qi'an, with a relieved look on his face, and said softly.

"Thank you for your help, if there is an afterlife, you will be a cow and a horse and swear to die."

After saying that, the dagger slid and wiped his neck directly, and the young man fell down in a daze.

Immediately afterward, the voice of the little priest of Tucheng sounded long, "Soul, return, the rain god is with you."

"Swear to be with the rain god!"

Immediately afterward, under the fanatical yelling of the native steward, the surrounding natives knelt down again.

Not to mention how pious it looks, this scene also made many people stunned.

Some people also knelt down unconsciously, muttering about the god of rain in their mouths.

Su Qi'an looked at this scene, the playfulness on his face had long disappeared, and was replaced by a face full of iron blue, he looked at the little priest of Tucheng, and had to sigh in his heart, this person is really a master of demagogy.