Zheng Lao Village Chief's house is four or five rooms built in a row, the ground floor is built with stones for nearly one meter, the top is an earthen wall, the stone has been a little blackened, the earthen wall is also speckled, obviously this house has been some years.

An Xin and the others were invited into the hall where they were entertained by the village chief Zheng and his two sons, and in addition to a table with a split at the edge, there was also a long bench with a broken leg that they were sitting on.

A few people sat on it with a crumbling feeling, and they had to be careful to move their buttocks, and they could squeak and squeak and sing you a little song when they were in charge of this bench.

Wei Chiyi They should have seen the hall for entertaining guests for the first time, the house was so simple and simple, and in the eyes of several young masters, it was even dilapidated.

The father and son of the Zheng family saw An Xin's clothes on their bodies, although they were not expensive materials, but the extraordinary looks and temperament of several people exuded from their bodies carried them with an indescribable nobility.

"Today, thank you for helping our village get rid of it, and the big landlord's family is a dog-legged thug."

Old Village Chief Zheng and his two sons stood up and bent down to give An Xin, and Jiang Chenxi and Wei Chiyi bowed.

An Xin and the others turned sideways and reached out to help, "Uncle, you don't have to be so polite, when the road is uneven, draw a knife to help, which is what we should do." ”

Kong Xun knew that An Xin was a person who was afraid of trouble, and when he heard her say such high-sounding words, he couldn't help but smile in his eyes.

An Xin glared at him sideways, and the meaning was obvious...... Lao Tzu is such a person with a sense of justice, can you manage it?

Kong Xun raised his hand and touched his nose.

What can be done, as long as the mountain chief dares to say it, he has to believe it, or what else can he do.

Wei Chiyi and Jiang Chenxi were four...... It seems like we ran away from the bad guys.

.........: "Mr. Woman, we are the protagonists, hey."

An Xin raised his eyebrows and looked at them, there were no adult children, and he had no right to speak.

"Alas!" The four minors bowed their heads and were defeated by the cheekiness of their own female husband.

A few people and the old village chief, father and son, after a pleasant greeting.

An Xin then asked the Zheng family about the situation of the big landlord of Qian.

The old village chief's voice tightened: "The people in several other villages, because most of them are miscellaneous surnames and not of the same race, are not of the same race, and the hearts of the people are not aligned.

Therefore, under the tough tactics of the big landlords, most of the people in their villages could not withstand the pressure, so they sold their fields at a low price. ”

The son of the old village elder saw that his father's old face was full of sadness, and his voice was harsh, and he took it and said:

"The big landlord tasted the sweetness, and then lowered the price, and gradually turned the land here into his family.

The reason why our Qian family has not come to buy it in Zhengjia Village until now is because more than 300 families in Zhengjia Village have the surname Zheng and jointly enshrine an ancestral ancestral hall.

In the past, the big landlord did not dare to send people here to buy the fields in our village, and this time he did not know for what purpose.

Today, I even ordered someone to come and buy the land of our Zhengjia Village at a price lower than that of other villages~"

An Xin looked at Boss Zheng with a puzzled tone.

What else can it be...... Isn't it that the big landlord has completely got rid of the magistrate here.

Only then can we let go of our courage and dare to clean up the villages where you clansmen are so busy.

After listening to the narration of the father and son,

It's pretty much the same as they've heard before.

The big landlords used extremely low prices, threats and intimidation to forcibly buy the fields in the surrounding villages.

Those who desperately resisted and refused to sell were imprisoned by the government officials who had colluded with the big landlords and were imprisoned on various trumped-up charges.

"Alas!" The second son of the old village chief was full of sorrow and said angrily: "The county officials not only don't care about the people who sue the big landlords, but also put the villagers who complained in prison.

In this case, how long can we keep the land in Zhengjia Village? ”

An Xin looked at the father and son with blank eyes, his eyes were gloomy, as if he had been crushed by reality, and his face was haggard.

Kong Xun and Jiang Chenxi, Wei Chi Yi and a few others, it was also the first time to really see how difficult it was for the people who were oppressed by the collusion of the local government and the squire.

An Xin glanced at Kong Xun and the others meaninglessly.

Aren't these big young masters going to gain knowledge, this lesson is to let you see the suffering of the world.

Especially the one who may rule over the people of the world in the future.

At dinner, there were more than a dozen cakes on the table, a plate of scrambled eggs, a plate of fried vegetables, and a dish that could not be named, fried vegetables with melons.

There were only six An Xin sitting around the table, as well as the three Zheng family's father and son.

An Xin remembered that when she entered the courtyard, there were three small children standing in the corner and secretly watching them, which should be the young grandson of the old village chief's family.

A few young masters may not know the significance of eggs to the farmer's family.

Although An Xin had never suffered much in her previous life or this life, she had heard that in the eighties and nineties, if rural people did not have money to buy salt, they would exchange eggs for small shops in the village.

Eggs can be eaten from ancient times to the present, and what a precious thing in the countryside.

An Xin shifted his gaze from the scrambled golden eggs to the dozen or so pancakes next to him, although these yellowish pancakes were not as white as those made of fine white flour.

But An Xin was sure that this was already the best thing the Zheng family could come up with to entertain them.

"There are no good things in the countryside, so everyone will eat them." Old Village Chief Zheng politely greeted them for dinner.

Yu Chiyi, Gao Tai, Chen Qibao, and even Kong Xun and Jiang Chenxi didn't feel anything unusual about what Old Village Chief Zheng said.

For them, the eldest young masters who have been clothed and fed since childhood, this meal is indeed quite shabby.

An Xin looked at the few people who were greeted by the Zheng family father and son to pick up the cake to eat, smiled slightly bitterly, picked up his unused bowl and chopsticks, and put half of the eggs on the plate inside.

In the strange eyes of the others, An Xin left the pancakes on the table with enough for each person, picked up the excess and put it on the bowl, and walked out of the door towards the kitchen.

In the countryside, the women who come to the house do not serve the table, and if there is little food, they basically have nothing to eat.

Sure enough, Anxin walked into the kitchen with the food, and what he saw was the wife and two daughters-in-law of the old village chief Zheng, as well as three children.

Each person carries a bowl of porridge made with vegetables and a small amount of brown rice.

And the thick ones were scooped up to the three children, and the rice soup was left in the bowls of the three adults.

When they saw An Xin coming in with food, they all looked at her in surprise.

Mrs. Zheng reacted and hurriedly said, "Xiao Langjun, what are you doing?" ”

"We rural people are used to eating less at night and sleeping well, and we don't feel comfortable on the kang head and stomach."

Mrs. Zheng said the old words left by rural people.

An Xin saw the three children, and the brilliance in his eyes was when he heard what his grandmother said, and lowered his head dimly.

With a smile, he put the bowl on the table in front of two four or five-year-old boys and a two- or three-year-old girl, and said softly, "Eat." ”

After speaking, he smiled lightly at a few adults, "Auntie is right, it's good to eat less at night, can you also scoop a bowl of gruel for each of us." ”