The next day, Zhang Luo was repairing a wooden plate in the school.

Xiaozhu helped on the side.

Because of the wooden plate I made before, the words written are twisted and pinched.

Zhang Luo intends to improve it a little more.

Suddenly, a rapid copper strike sounded in Zhenhaiwei.

Zhang Luo stood up and looked at Zhang Xiaozhu on the side.

Puzzled, he said:

"This is the sound of the gong of the Weisho gathering clan, why is it ringing now?"

Zhang Xiaozhu shook his head.

Zhang Luo hurriedly took Xiaozhu to the ancestral hall.

Zhang Luo and the others rushed to the ancestral hall.

trotted all the way to the side of the third master and supported the third master.

As soon as Zhang Luo turned his head, he saw a crowd of black people standing in front of the ancestral hall.

None of these men are regular soldiers, but belong to the families of the guards and soldiers.

Zhang Agong, the village chief with a long white beard, slowly walked out of the ancestral hall.

This was the first time Zhang Luo met Ah Gong Zhang.

I saw the village chief holding a cane with the same root as the third master.

Behind him were two villagers, carrying a bloodied body.

"Isn't that the little shunzi who guards the rice fields in the back mountain?"

"Why is there blood on Xiao Shunzi's body."

"It must have been done by someone from Dongshan Village!"

"Dongshan Village is so presumptuous."

"Ah Gong Zhang, this account can't just be settled!"

It was getting late, and some torches were raised in front of the ancestral hall.

Ah Gong Zhang stood in front of everyone and said in a deep voice:

"Xiao Shunzi was keeping vigil in the rice fields in the back mountains last night."

"I was used by the people of Dongshan Village to make a secret move, and I pretended to be dead before fleeing back to Weili."

"Dongshan Village is already planning to occupy the rice fields."

"We in Zhenhaiwei don't allow this to happen."

"Boys, all go home and copy the guys, let's go to the back mountain!"

Under the dark night, Zhang Ah Gong, who was illuminated by the torch, frowned tightly at this time.

This usually taciturn old man is furious at the moment.

The men in front of the ancestral hall all had tense faces.

In response to the call of Zhang Agong.

Zhang Luo has been in Zhenhaiwei since he came.

I've never seen anything like it.

Just look at the men who heard Zhang Ah Gong's order.

They all ran home to pick up wooden sticks, kitchen knives, steel forks and other folk weapons.

Zhang Luo frowned and asked the third master:

"Third master, what are they going to do?"

The third master pestle on crutches and said:

It's just a fight between the guards. ”

"Xiaozhu went to the temple to get the guy."

"I want to pray for the sons of the guard!"

Zhang Luo reacted, his hometown Fujian.

In ancient times, it was a famous province for private fighting.

Especially in the Ming and Qing dynasties, the battles between clans became more and more serious.

Even in the 20th century, clan fighting still existed.

Until the city develops.

The gradual disintegration of the clan countryside allowed this situation to completely dissipate.

Zhang Luo learned about it from the third master last time.

Zhenhaiwei moved from Zhejiang during the Hongwu period.

As a foreign clan, there will inevitably be conflicts with local forces.

When Zhang Luo was looking at the family tree before.

It was found that there were hundreds of fights in Zhenhaiwei in the past few hundred years.

Zhang Luo asked the third master in a low voice:

"Why didn't you see a hundred households?"

The third master glanced at Zhang Luo, leaned on crutches, and said softly:

"Over the years, the imperial court has repeatedly issued orders prohibiting private fights among the people."

"It's okay if it's just an ordinary male fight."

"If the guards of the guard station are also dispatched, they will be punished by the county government."

"I don't know what the county government will do."

Zhang Luo's thinking suddenly became clear.

Zhenhaiwei has a special geographical location.

The beginning of the serious plague along the eastern coast.

The imperial court ordered that all the guards in Fujian and Zhejiang be placed under the general department of preparation.

It means that Zhenhaiwei is under the direct management of Fujian Province.

The county government did not have command over Zhenhaiwei.

The grain in Weili Tuntian also does not need to pay taxes to the county government.

On the contrary, the local county government also has to provide grain and grass to the soldiers of Zhenhaiwei every month.

A guard that you can't command by yourself, and you have to provide for yourself.

The attitude of the county government towards Zhenhaiwei was completely predictable.

Since the change of Tumubao in the Ming Dynasty, the status of military attaches has become increasingly low.

In the game with the local county government, Zhenhaiwei gradually became weak.

Ordinary fighting can turn one eye open and one eye closed.

It is said that it is a private grudge between ordinary people.

If the soldiers participated, I am afraid that the county government would charge Zhenhaiwei with a crime of rebellion.

Zhang Luo asked again:

"That Dongshan Village, is it competing with us for the rice fields in the back mountain?"

The third master snorted and said:

"That's right, the rice field in the back mountain was originally assigned to Zhenhaiwei."

"Three years ago, it was occupied by the Japanese Invaders."

"It took a lot of effort for the guards to get the rice fields back."

"As a result, the people of Dongshan Village took advantage of the guards to die several hundred households."

"Relying on the large number of people, they continue to encroach on the rice fields."

"Last month, I even sent someone to come directly to cut the rice."

"What a bully!"

It turned out to be a competition for food, and now Zhang Luo finally understood it completely.

In feudal times, rice fields were very important food resources.

Not only can rice be produced, but it can also be sold in the county.

The money from the sale is enough for many families.

By the time of Jiajing, the life of hundreds of households became increasingly difficult.

Which village has a large rice field.

It means that most of the people in this village can survive.

It is not uncommon for disputes over land to arise in the countryside.

Zhang Luo then asked:

"Then the county government doesn't take care of it?"

The third master's eyes were instantly sharp, and he said:

"You say the government? He's going to take care of that? ”

"The people of the county government can't wait to occupy this rice field by themselves."

"So that they can fill their own pockets."

Zhang Luo sighed and shook his head.

Thinking of the degree of control over the township by feudal society.

I'm afraid I can't manage it if I want to.

It didn't take long for the men who had just dispersed to carry sticks, hoes, and iron forks.

Standing on the square in front of the ancestral hall.

The leader is the second son of Zhang's family.

is called Zhang Changwei, and he is a generation with the big carpenter Zhang Changwen in terms of generation.

However, Zhang Changwei is much younger than the big carpenter.

He looks like a middle-aged man in his forties.

The third master took a reed pen and lit a mole on Zhang Changwei's head.

He muttered ancient Hokkien in his mouth and cheered for Zhang Changwei.

Zhang Changwei first bowed to the ancestral hall.

Then he bowed to the altar set up by the third master.

Finally, I bowed to my father Zhang Ah Gong.

Then he stood up and moved his muscles.

Zhang Changwei picked up an axe in his hand.

Raise the axe above your head with all your might.

With the crowd behind him, he marched towards the back mountain.

Zhang Luo turned his head to the third master and said:

"Third master, I want to go and have a look."

The third master nodded and said:

"You're a scholar, don't get too close to the big army, just watch from the sidelines."

Zhang Luo hurriedly chased after the crowd who were far away.

The large army has already gone some distance.

Zhang Luo didn't follow in time.

However, he suddenly discovered Zhang Wangsheng's living treasures, and he was not far behind the army.

found Zhang Luo, Zhang Wangsheng still wanted to escape.

was grabbed by Zhang Luo by the collar.

"What are you imps running around?"

"You must know that this is a fight, not a sea."

Zhang Xiaowu and the other three grandsons of Uncle Changwen lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.

Only Zhang Wangsheng struggled to break free from the shackles and said:

"Master, I'm also from Zhenhaiwei, why don't you let me go."

"I'm going to wave the flag to cheer for the heroes of Weili."

Zhang Wangsheng shouted.

While shaking the military flag made of bamboo poles and white cloth in his hand.