PS: The content of the next few chapters has been fine-tuned and changed, if you see any contradictions with the previous setting in the new chapters, please re-read the previous chapters.

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A young man next to him opened the booklet and shouted: "The first household, Han Baoshun!"

At this time, out of the crowd came a hunchbacked old peasant, carrying a sack of rice on his back, and beside him was his fourteen-year-old son, who looked like a frozen vegetable, small and short, with a yellow face and thin muscles, wearing a shabby linen coat several times larger than himself, and carrying a millet bag on his back, and the father and son walked tremblingly.

Steward Zhou: "You are Han Baoshun?"

"Xiaomin is Han Baoshun. The old farmer replied in a trembling whisper.

"How many people are in the family?"

"A family of four. ”

Steward Zhou smiled: "What about the others? Why don't you see them?"

"The daughter-in-law Li is sick in bed, the eldest son Cheng Ge'er went to Xianshan to be a Taoist boy in his early years, and there is no news so far, and the little daughter Ah Xiu has passed away and can't come. Han Baoshun replied cautiously.

After hearing this, Steward Zhou's face was expressionless, and after summoning the man in Tsing Yi, he said loudly: "Overblow!"

The man in Tsing Yi tied the big scale hook to the rice bag, and sang with a rope: "Fifty catties of bud rice." ”

After hearing this, Han Baoshun was taken aback, and said with some disbelief: "Master, isn't it? This bag just holds four buckets of bud rice, sixty catties! One tael and one dollar is not a lot!"

When the steward heard this, he immediately lowered his face and said: "This is a genuine official title, what's the matter, can't you believe it?"

"How could the villain not believe the official title, but he was a little puzzled...... "Then Han Baoshun still needs to explain, but Steward Zhou has no patience to listen.

"Passing through Hu!"

The man in Tsing Yi collared the rice bag, and the yellow-orange bud rice poured into the big hu, and the man used his hand to yard at the same time, and pretended to scrape it with the copper ruler in his hand, and then sang: "There are forty-five catties of rice in the hu!"

Tears welled up on the thin old face of the honest Han Baoshun, knelt down in front of Steward Zhou, kowtowed heavily, and said silently: "Master, this is ...... It's clear...... It's fifteen pounds less!"

Steward Zhou looked down at Han Baoshun, who was kneeling on the ground, and shouted, "We weigh as many catties as we want." What, you're not convinced?"

Han Bao burst into tears and slapped his chest: "Master, you have to be a man with your conscience! My rice jar is all empty, master!"

The villagers who watched all this silently were full of grief and indignation, and their fists were clenched.

"Smack!"

That week, the steward slapped Han Baoshun's face fiercely with his big fan-like hand, and rolled Han Baoshun on the ground several times, blood flowing from his mouth and nose.

"Mother, shameless, you dead old man, you dare to cry poor with this steward!

Hang these two people, one old and one young, on a tree to show the public!"

Han Baoshun was stunned, and before he could get up from the ground, he was tied with hemp rope on his arm, and he was lifted like a field chicken and hung on a big tree next to the threshing floor.

"Daddy... Daddy saved me ....... ”

The youngest son, Han Zhong, saw the wolf-like man in Tsing Yi rushing over, and he was so frightened that he cried, and the hissing cry rang like a bell on the hearts of the villagers, and they couldn't help but hide their faces and cry.

"Stop!"

Just when several men in Tsing Yi were about to tie up Han Zhong, they suddenly heard a loud shout, and then saw a figure flying past him, and he came to him in a blink of an eye.

Only then did everyone see the face of the person who came, not very old, seventeen or eighteen years old, with a delicate countenance, bronzed skin shining with a healthy glow, and a package and two swords on his back.

The person who came was Han Cheng, who had returned to his hometown to visit relatives, and as soon as he stepped into Sangmuzhuang, he saw the scene in front of him, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he immediately shouted loudly.

He pushed away several men in Tsing Yi who were around Han Zhong, stretched out his hand to help him up, touched little Han Zhong's head, and comforted: "Ah Zhong don't cry, it's okay, my brother is back." ”

Xiao Han Zhong was stunned by this series of changes, and it took a while to come back to his senses, open his teary eyes, and carefully look at the somewhat familiar and somewhat unfamiliar face in front of him through the misty sight, and said uncertainly: "Big brother, are you big brother?"

"Well, I'm Han Cheng, I'm back. ”

A deep and powerful voice slowly came out of his mouth, as if he was answering Xiao Han Zhong's question, and as if announcing his arrival to everyone.

patted Han Zhong on the shoulder, Han Cheng turned around and looked at the few men in Tsing Yi in front of him, a pair of eyes swept over, several men in Tsing Yi couldn't help but shiver, the deep eyes were colder than the cold wind in winter!

A few men in Tsing Yi were originally ruffians in the county, all of them looked strong on the outside, but they were actually as timid as rats, and they were all bullies who were afraid of the hard.

At this time, seeing that the person in front of him was so fierce, he was already timid in his heart, but when he thought that Steward Zhou was beside him, he couldn't lose his old man's face with stage fright, otherwise he probably wouldn't know how he would die in the future.

One of them, a short, stout man who seemed to be the leader of the group, had thick hands, calluses, and high bulging temples, and was obviously a practitioner with a good kung fu practice.

I saw him look up and say with a fierce face: "Where did you come from? You dare to run to my master's territory to spread wild, I don't know how to ...... the word death."

Before the words fell, he saw a foot figure in front of him getting bigger and bigger, Han Chenggang kicked him hard in the stomach, the short man spurted out a mouthful of blood, several rolls, and fell heavily to the ground like a rag bag, so painful that he couldn't even moan, his whole body just convulsed, and he didn't seem to be alive.

Seeing this, several men in Tsing Yi immediately pulled out their waist knives, but they were afraid of Han Cheng's martial arts, and hesitated and did not dare to make a move.

"I hate wild dogs, especially the barking ones. ”

Although Han Cheng was facing the short and stout man who was kicked out when he spoke, his eyes were looking directly in the direction where Steward Zhou was.

Steward Zhou, who was standing not far from Han Cheng, had already seen the scene that had just happened.

"The person who came is actually Han Cheng, the eldest son of the dead old man who entered the Immortal Mountain as a Taoist boy in his early years? He actually came back! And there is such a strong martial arts!"

Steward Zhou, who was accustomed to observing words and feelings, saw Han Cheng's appearance, and knew that he was not easy to mess with, there were only five or six people on his side, and he knew best what kind of goods he had, once the fight started, he had no chance of winning.

"What to do?"

Steward Zhou was thinking about countermeasures in his mind, and when he looked up at this time, he happened to see Han Cheng's provocative gaze, he knew that he couldn't stay out of the matter, although the idea was hot, but he couldn't lose face.

Quickly pushing away a few men in Tsing Yi who were blocking the front, Steward Zhou said deeply in the direction of Han Cheng: "Han family boy, I didn't expect you to come back from the mountain, and you dare to beat the people of my Zhou family, you are not small!"

"Han not only dares to fight, but also dares to kill!"

Han Cheng pressed forward step by step, not giving an inch.

Steward Zhou's vicious triangular eyes stared at Han Cheng, who looked like he was playful, and his eyes gradually narrowed into a needle.

"Okay, you have a kind! I will truthfully explain today's matter to my master, you kid just wait to regret it! Brothers, come with me!" After Steward Zhou finished speaking, he was about to leave.

"Did Han let you go?" Han Cheng said lightly.

"What do you want?"

Steward Zhou turned around and said calmly.

"Let's leave an arm behind!"

After speaking, he drew out the steel sword like lightning and performed the light skill of 'Floating Light'.

Steward Zhou and a few men in Tsing Yi only had time to see a blurred figure, and the next moment, they felt a pain in their bodies, and one arm flew out of their bodies, blood splashed, staining the yellow earth.

They covered their wounds and let out an earth-shattering howl.

This process only happened in an instant, and when the villagers saw the reason clearly, Han Cheng had already put away his sword and returned to its original place.

Looking at the embarrassed and miserable state of those men in green clothes, Han Cheng was unmoved, and shouted: "Today is just an arm, if you commit it again in the hands of Han Mou, it will be your head on the neck!"

Although Steward Zhou was so painful that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he didn't dare to say anything cruel, let alone stay longer.

He endured the severe pain, and fled with his men in all directions, and soon disappeared from the sight of the villagers.

At this time, all the villagers had already put Han Laohan down from the tree, and Han Cheng ran to Han Laohan in three steps and two steps, and squatted down gently.

Looking at the shriveled old face of the cheap father in this life, Han Cheng couldn't help but think of his father in his previous life, who was also an honest person, who had worked hard for most of his life, just to make his children happier, but now he has traveled to the world of Shushan, and he can't give his old man filial piety, and he doesn't know if he is doing well in that world.

"Brother Cheng, is that you?" the old man seemed to hear Han Cheng's footsteps, and struggled to open his cloudy eyes.

"It's me, Daddy, Cheng'er is back. ”

The old man's vicissitudes of life pulled Han Cheng's thoughts back, and he gently lifted the old man's upper body up.

"Well, Brother Cheng is back, it's okay to come back, cough cough ......"

Father Han coughed loudly before he finished speaking.

"Daddy doesn't need to be in a hurry, say slowly. ”

Han Cheng gently slapped Han's father on the back to help him calm down.