The Ink Artist and Peidi formed a dead knot.

Those who are pro-Jin need to stick to the rules and guard against Chu; Those who are close to Chu hope that the Mo people will move the capital in the future to avoid the edge and leave the deep-rooted Shangqiu in Sicheng.

Before the wolf barks with its fangs and howls, it is easy to mistake it for a docile and harmless dog, and some people even think that as long as they reach out and touch the hair on the top of their head, they can shake their heads and look after the home.

What goes around such a dead knot is not only suitable, but also the foundation of the ink man's decades of righteousness.

Shi didn't care about the reaction of the nobles anymore, even if there was no such change, the Song Kingdom would be in chaos for three or five years, three or five years was enough, not to mention the prolongation of the chaos caused by this change.

After a large number of ink artists went to Peidi, Shi and more than 20 ink artists drove four double-wheeled carriages to the village community where he had been operating for more than half a year.

The spring breeze blows the waves of wheat, and the wheat that grows back to green attracts many people from the nearby villages every day to watch, and those who thought it would die have also strengthened their minds to plant wheat.

The carriage creaked along the wheat field, and arrived at the home of Reed and Luhua, who had lived for most of the year.

The first person in the village community to contact Shi Shi was their family, but the first person in the village community to leave the village community was Liuzhi, and he had already followed Gongzaoye to Peidi early.

Now that the identity has been revealed, no one dares to snatch those seeds. More than twenty ink masters are also to prevent accidents halfway, just in case.

In the courtyard of the reeds, the people of the village community happily helped carry the small wooden boxes.

Inside the wooden box, there is a pile of moist sand, and clusters of sweet potato seedlings feel the spring breeze outside, and the green is gratifying.

Last year, the sweet potatoes planted bear a lot of fruit, and those sweet potato seedlings will take root on their own and spread a patch all over the ground. And sweet potatoes, which have been reluctant to eat, will be placed in the moist sandy soil to give birth to more buds when spring comes.

The bud is the hope of the plant, and at this time, it is also the hope of the village community to dream of a happy land.

Hope is like a dream, and dreams are like bubbles, so be careful when carrying it, for fear of a little damage.

Lu Hua sorted out some herbs collected with Shi in the summer and autumn last year, and some were taught by the rest of the village community, I don't know if it is useful, Shi recorded them, and tried them when he had the opportunity in the future. Anyway, at this time, the medicine can be directly used by the patient, and whether it can be used depends on the individual's luck and body.

Shi entered the house, and Wei and a few village men carried several baskets of strangely colored soil to Shi Shi, and in a small reed basket next to him, there were some white salt-like powders.

"According to what you said, on those cold days, the corners of the compost toilets we built in the spring really oozing these white flowers, all of which were scraped off, but not much. Everyone was afraid that you would still use it, so they dug up all the soil by the wall. ”

The reed handed over the small basket of white powder to Shi, which Shira Stone had asked for an explanation when he returned, and the people of the village community were very attentive, but they didn't know what it was for.

"Is this salt? If the salt in the corner of the latrine can be eaten, it can save a few dollars a year. ”

The people of the village community asked about these things that were actually nitrate, and the number was very small.

"It's not salt, it's medicine."

Lu Hua, who was sorting out the herbs, heard the sound and asked, "What kind of disease can be cured?" ”

The people in the village community are also curious, and they don't know what kind of disease can be cured by the scraped off the toilet wall.

After thinking about it, he said, "It can cure heart disease." Cure the heart disease of the robbers. After taking this medicine, the king of Yidi no longer dared to enter the heart of Kyushu to rob and plunder. This is the medicine of Kyushu, not the medicine of people. ”

The people of the village laughed and said, "It will take a long time to use it." If there is no paradise, how can we talk about Kyushu? ”

Everyone only regarded it as a naughty joke, knowing that it would be useful but not knowing what it was, and they didn't know that among the instruments and materials used by the ink to defend the city, there was a pale yellow burning and unpleasant smell that was extremely stinging to the eyes, and was used to "prepare acupoints" to smoke authentic medicines.

After loading these very scarce nitrates, Shi talked about migrating with the soil.

"I told you a few days ago, and that's it. The wheat will be harvested in May, and you will go away after you have harvested it. The ink cart will be prepared for you, and you can take away the things you can use at home, and you don't need to carry those that you can't take away. A few inkers will stay and take you there. ”

They already knew about it, and as for Peidi, they might have heard it, but they didn't know where.

But it doesn't matter where it is, they can trust the suitable, so they can also trust the inker. Since these hopes are given by the Mo-Maker, then follow them, and hope can always be closer.

Household belongings or something, it's all a joke, who can have any belongings?

Moreover, the peasants above the land can be moved by power at will.

Don't say that they, even those industrial and commercial people are the same, Handan City is completed, and Zheng Wei will send 500 households to move to Handan as a congratulatory gift.

At this time, it can be given as a gift.

The people of the village community went there, and they may not have a house, but they can build it. There really isn't much else to live without.

After collecting the wheat, he paid this year's tax, sold the wheat to the wheat flour shop in the city, and left after exchanging the money.

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In the village community, in the house of Sang Sheng, who has become a kind of alien existence, Sang Sheng's son is crying with his swollen face covered by the beating.

Since the last village community gathering, there have been many changes in Sang Sheng's family. Sang Sheng is not crazy, when the people in the village community don't think he is crazy, there is no need for him to be crazy.

The days are about the same as before, but the days are different from before.

Eat, drink, and work, still like that. There are big differences between the villages.

Even with his children, he was ridiculed by the children of the village community and rarely played with his children. The child doesn't know right or wrong, and he doesn't know the truth that the crime is not as good as the family, but he is gradually estranged under the influence of his ears and eyes on weekdays, making hurtful jokes.

The child was bullied again last night, and came back crying and said that Sang Sheng did something wrong, and asked Sang Sheng if he didn't do that at that time, why was it like this? Other people's families helped grind flour and made some money, and a few days ago they ate a meal of wheat flour cakes, but their own family could only eat corn.

Sang was angry and hit the child, but he also knew where the child could understand so much.

One morning, the child was crying with a swollen face, and a huge man like Sang Sheng was also sitting there crying, and the snubbing of the people in the village community these days turned into endless grievances.

He only felt that he had become smelly in the village community, but when he returned home, his own flesh and blood, and his own son actually said the same about himself, and he couldn't help it for a while.

Looking at the child who was beaten and swollen in the face, and looking at Sang Sheng, who was dull as if he was going to die these days, the child's mother scolded: "Blame your father? What did he do that for? Not so much for you to live a good life? What did he do wrong? What he does, others just talk about it, what do you say? If it was really done at that time, you wouldn't eat the meat at home? Cry! Cry again! If you cry again, I'll sew your mouth shut! ”

The child was scolded, and he didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only cover his face and cry silently.

For a long time, the child sobbed and said: "Others have said, if you do something wrong, you will do something wrong, where is there something wrong outside and right at home?" Then I killed and robbed, right at home? People say that if you want to be synonymous, you must always have the same right and wrong......"

When the mother heard that the child was still talking back, she picked up the wooden stick and went over to scare her, and the child really shut up and didn't speak.

The woman walked up to Sang Sheng and comforted, "You don't want to be like this. The people of the village community are about to move away, and it will be fine when they leave. Who knows? I begged him to not let the people of the village community talk more about these things to the people who moved later. After all, I wasn't wrong. ”

"Although I don't know as much as those inkers, I also know the truth of the husband and wife's heart. Even if it follows you, it will follow even the worst days. ”

"Didn't you say that day? Always choose between the love that loves you and the love that loves the day, there are no two beautiful things in the world. I'll choose you, and I'll follow you. When the people of the village community move away, we will have a good time. ”

"At least, the ink master has taught you how to plant wheat and how to use a grinding plate, which they can't pull away. In the future, when the new people arrive, you will also be a good farmer, as long as those people don't say it, who will know? ”

The woman persuaded Sang Sheng, called the child again, rubbed the child's swollen face and said, "In the future, no child will say that about you again, and the children in the future will play with you." Don't say your dad anymore. Do you hear that? The synonyms that the ink man said, impossible, how can there be right and wrong that is determined by the world? If you kill someone, I will hide you, so that I will not kill someone as a son as those inkers say, and a father must hand over his son......"

After a word of persuasion, the woman made up her mind, straightened her unkempt hair, and found a jar of corn from home.

She had already cried last time, and this time she stopped crying.

Instead, they should take this jar of corn and give thanks, thank the ink man for teaching them to grow wheat, the church to use a grinding plate, the church to fish in a basket, and the church to use a flail.

With gratitude without grudges, to seek fit.

She knows that it is useless to cry, so she will be a different kind of woman generously, and only ask the ink artist to hide the story of Sang Sheng for future generations, so that Sang Sheng is not only the Sang Sheng who loves to work and has the strength to work, but also the Sang Sheng who knows how to plant wheat and make fish baskets and grind plates.

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Gong Zaoye, who had hidden his name and identity as the ink man, led the six fingers, and Luo Huali in a group of three, who had been in Peidi for a long time, looking at it coldly.

Luo Huali is complaining there, not complaining about hardship, and this kind of complaining will stop after he becomes an ink maker.

He was complaining that he couldn't kill people to get rid of evil.

"When I was in the township, I challenged anyone who was brave. I didn't do it right then. But if there is one who runs rampant in the village, I will also kill them with my sword. The gentleman said that he wanted to do righteousness, so why couldn't he kill those people? ”

Luo Huali has been holding back a sense of anger in her heart these days, she is far away from Shangqiu, and it is a place of three things, and the customs are strange.

The village elders and big clans hold the sacrifice to Zhurong, and every year they have to ask people to offer their property, saying that it is a sacrifice, but in fact, the village elders and big clans will divide it privately.

Every year, they get a lot of money, and those people in the countryside believe in it and have long formed a habit.

Luo Huali traveled south and north, and saw a lot of the world, where I don't know the Tao.

Zhurong is sacrificed here, although the name is different, but in Luo Huali's opinion, it is the same as the sacrifice of Hebo in the Western Qin of Jindi.

The Yellow River has Hebo, and the Jin land sacrifices to Hebo, which is also the same way to collect wealth here.

Originally, it was only a custom in Jindi, but it slowly spread to the upper and lower reaches along the Yellow River, and in the era of Qin Linggong, it organized the first large-scale Hebo wife taking activity in Qin.

Qin Ling almost sank his daughter to the bottom of the river as a river lady, and since then, the custom of being only a Jin land has also begun to take root in the Qin state.

There are many folk sacrifices controlled by witch blessings, village elders, and local clans.

Marrying a wife is false, but accumulating wealth is real.

Luo Huali has seen the world, where does he not know what is hidden here, and for the first time in his heart, he is a little dissatisfied with the identity of the ink master...... If he hadn't been an ink artist at the beginning, he would have carried a three-foot sword by himself, and would have killed these people who took the opportunity to collect money and fled to the world, why would he not be allowed to do it now?

He thought to himself: discuss, discuss, how long will this be discussed? is both a wicked person and a disadvantage, wouldn't killing it benefit the world? What else is there to discuss? For this person, everything is good, but this proposal to discuss everything is really not very good.