Before dawn, Bian Zhang got up, and walked under the window of the inner room to listen for a moment in the hazy night. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Is it Shichiro? Why don't you sleep a little longer? ”

An elderly woman's voice came from the room, accompanied by a fierce cough. Bian Zhang hurriedly walked into the room, and saw the old mother lying on the wooden couch around the thin jacket in the faint morning light, with a tired face, and she should have been suffering from illness and had not slept all night. Seeing this scene, Bian Zhang's eyes turned red: "My son is not filial, and he can't help his mother to heal his illness......"

"Silly boy, this is the root of the old disease, and it was like this in previous years when the family was well-off, no matter how much you seek medical treatment, it is difficult to cure it, but it is just a waste of money."

A smile squeezed out of Bian's mother's haggard face, and then she coughed in her heart. Seeing this, Bian Zhang hurriedly pounced on the case and poured out a bowl of clear soup from the gauze crockpot and served it, after Bian's mother drank it, the wheezing voice gradually calmed down, looked at Bian Zhang and asked, "You got up so early, and you are going to the sect to do things?" ”

Bian Zhang nodded, and then listened to his mother again: "The most important thing in the sect is to be quick to see and move. My family is different from the past, your father and brother are no longer there, you must remember to be polite and respectful to a few uncles, and the township discussion in the autumn is good to report. ”

"My son understands."

Bian Zhang stroked his mother's thin back, and saw that his mother was gradually sleepy on the couch, so he looked at it and exited the room.

At this time, the east gradually revealed that the fish was white, and Bian Zhang lifted the wooden barrel and went out to draw water. Originally, his family also had a well, but a few years ago, the county government had a new decree, and it was difficult for each family to hide people, so in addition to the regular tax, there was a miscellaneous adjustment, and those who had a well at home had to pay an additional tax. Bian Zhang's family did not have much surplus food, so he could only fill the well with soil and rock, and turn it to the Zhuangzhong public well to draw water.

There are nearly 100 households in this Zhuangzi, most of whom are people with the surname Bian. Langya Bian's family is also a big surname in the county, and nearly 1,000 households came from the south, scattered in several overseas Chinese townships. They are all clan relatives, and they also take care of each other.

There are many people in the village who get up early to get water, and when they see Bian Zhang on the way, they can't help but be surprised: "Why are you coming to get water again today Qilang?" Where's your stone beard? ”

"Recently, the farming has been heavy, and Shihu was called by the sect to work in the sect."

Bian Zhang replied with a smile, in addition to the mother and son, there is still an old slave in his family. Why the name of the old slave is unknown, everyone in the village called Shi Hu, but it means to refer to the Qiang Hu Shi clan who caused trouble in their homeland, so as to ridicule.

Hearing this, the clansmen frowned and said, "The clan elders are not doing things fairly!" Qilang, you don't have any adults, no matter how you count the draw, you can't draw your family! ”

Bian Zhang smiled bitterly when he heard this, but he didn't say much. He is actually over 17 years old, and he hopes that the sect will establish him as a ding, so that he will have the opportunity to win the evaluation of the township council, and if he can enter the product, the family will have hope. However, it is a pity that the sect wants to get his family, but the township council always leaves his family behind.

After a trip to get water, he had just gone home and poured water into a large bucket, Bian Zhang heard movement in the court, turned around and went out, and saw a rickety old figure standing under the fence, that was his old servant Shihu. It's just that this old servant has messy hair, dark blue in the corners of his eyes, and he is a little lame when he walks. Seeing this, Bian Zhang's face suddenly sank and said, "Shi Hu, they came to insult you again?" ”

When the old servant Shi Hu heard this, he barely squeezed out a smile on his face, but he took a breath of cool air because of the injury, and said with a dry smile: "It's only strange that the humble people have bad luck and are born as slaves." The thieves corrupt the world and cause trouble to the country, not only the princes hate it, but also the lowly ones are resentful. It can make the gentlemen feel comfortable and feel comfortable ......"

When Bian Zhang heard this, he was silent, pulled the old slave to sit on the stone bench, lifted his feet and rubbed his bruises. This old slave was still a hard-working man who was saved in Langya's hometown when his grandfather was alive, and he has stayed at his house since then. Even if his father and brother died after the Nandu was broken off by the clan, and his own cronies were killed, this old slave never left.

At the beginning of the Nanlai family, Bian Zhang was less than ten years old, and the sect members were grateful and cared for at first, but after a long time, they were neglected. If it weren't for this old slave to support the family business, he and his seriously ill mother would not have survived until now. Therefore, for this old slave, Bian Zhang really has a family-like friendship in his heart. However, when the clan members held a grudge against him, he became angry with his slaves, and was often insulted, kicked, and beaten.

"Shichiro has grown up, his hands are gradually sufficient, and he can hold a large pen in the future, and he can wield a knife and bow, like the old lord and Goro, and become famous in the township! The old housewife saw that she was going to survive the hardships, and blessings were coming. ”

The old slave Shihu frowned painfully, and then smiled with relief.

"Blessings are coming, you old slave!"

Bian Zhang scolded with a smile, and then frowned: "They beat and scolded you, and you are willing to bear it?" Won't they run back home? Whoever dares to be presumptuous in my door, my iron sword is also very sharp! ”

"The skin is rough and the flesh is tough, why do you need to recruit bad luck into the house."

The old slave smiled innocently, then took out a cane stalk nearly two feet long from his arms, stuffed it into Bian Zhang's hand, waved his hand and said, "Quickly squeeze it and give it to the old master's mother." ”

Seeing this, Bian Zhang's nose was sour, and his mother's illness could be alleviated by drinking cane juice. In the past, my father and brother were at home, and the family business was prosperous, even in the northland, I didn't have to worry about it. Now in Jiangdong, the price of cane has dropped, but his family can no longer afford to buy it. Presumably, the old slave was also willing to be beaten and scolded by the prodigal children in the sect in order to ask for this half of the bitter cane.

"Sooner or later, your old slave will die in your hands, see which one collects your body for you!"

Bian Zhang was angry and sentimental, but the old slave just chuckled and waved his hand to signal Bian Zhang to go and juice it.

Bian Zhang got up and went back to the room to find the stone mortar, and when he entered the court, he saw that the old slave had limped out of the door with a bucket. Seeing this scene, Bian Zhang's eyes were covered with a trace of moisture, gritted his teeth, peeled and cut off the bitter cane, threw it into a stone mortar, pounded it with a stone pestle, and then filtered it with gauze, and then put it in a cool place and soaked it in well water.

"Qilang, you stay at home, the farming work in the sect can be finished in the afternoon, and I will go home to the field with you."

The old slave went back and forth several times, filled the vat, stood in front of the court, shouted, and then limped away.

Bian Zhang heard the movement, returned to the room, took the iron sword left by his father, wrapped it in linen cloth and carried it in his hand, and went out. He wants to see which of the people in the clan has no ambition, and the gang-hu murderers in the mountains and fields in the north don't kill them, but they want to bully his old slaves!

After leaving the house, the old slave walked with his shoulders bowed and bowed, not daring to look left and right, even if someone greeted him on the way, he only bowed and did not dare to look up. But even so, along the way, there were still many women and children in the village who threw earth blocks and stones at him, and the old slave was also accustomed to it, and did not stop.

Seeing this, Bian Zhang lifted the sackcloth, revealing the sword in his hand, and walked slowly in his hand, his face tense and solemn.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the villagers changed faintly, and they didn't dare to do anything to the old slave again. And the old slave just bowed his head and walked, not realizing that there was something wrong around him.

After leaving the village, there is a large continuous farmland, which is the property of the Bian family. After crossing to the south, because everything had to start from scratch, the sect dispatched all the clans to make every effort to reclaim the sect's property, and then distributed rations with the clans. As for each family's private land, it is only allowed to be cooked after the Soda farming is completed.

Seeing the old slave limping along, the steward of the village, who was lying under the willow tree to enjoy the shade, jumped up suddenly, waved the bamboo whip in his hand and slashed his head and face: "You cunning old thief, where are you going to be lazy!" If it weren't for my family's benevolent containment, you old thief would still be alive! The ungrateful thief is angry, and he dares not to do things diligently! ”

The old slave shrunk into a ball, dodging the whipping and begging for mercy. The steward was not satisfied, and spat on the ground with a mouthful of thick phlegm: "Old thief, are you convinced if I beat you?" If you are not convinced, let your little Shi Shilong take revenge! ”

Hearing this, both some of the stewards at the edge of the field and the peasants working in the field laughed loudly.

"Stop!"

Bian Zhang turned over and crossed the ridge, came quickly with an iron sword in his hand, and roared angrily: "Who dares to bully my Shihu again!" ”

Hearing this roar, everyone turned their heads to look at each other, and their faces changed. The steward who beat the old slave hurriedly dropped the bamboo whip, took a few steps back, and said with some embarrassment: "Qilang misunderstood......

"You wicked slave can't be blind to me!"

Bian Zhang hurried into the entrance, helping the old slave who had been whipped and rolled into the mud, and saw the new wound on the old face, and his heart was even more angry. He held the sword upside down in his left hand, bent down to pick up the bamboo whip, pointed at the steward from afar, and shouted angrily: "Kneel! ”

The steward's cheeks shook, as if he was not angry, but when he saw the many people around him, he didn't dare to be angry after all, and knelt in the dust with a plop, but his fists were clenched tightly.

"What are you? My family, when will it be your turn to discipline! ”

Bian Zhang scolded while waving a bamboo whip and slamming the steward. Seeing this, the faces of the surrounding people changed, and some of them wanted to step forward to dissuade them, but even if they were swept away by Bian Zhang, they knelt down in a panic. Although this Bian Qilang's family is not as good as it used to be, it is the lord after all, how can they be disgruntled. If you really dare to commit it, you will be killed immediately, and there is no reason to justify.

The old slave had no such scruples, and hurriedly rushed forward to stop Bian Zhang. These stewards are all masters in the sect, and although they dare not be disobedient on their faces, it is very simple to do some tricks behind their backs. As long as the ditch is slightly intercepted for a day or two with the help of his position, most of the seedlings in his private field will wither, and how can he make a living by relying on the grain in the sect alone.

Despite the persuasion of the old slave, Bian Zhang still drew more than a dozen bamboo whips before stopping, pointing at the steward and saying in a fierce voice: "Raise your head!" I ask you, why do you whip my stone beard? ”

The steward's face was already distorted with pain, and he barely raised his head, and was about to speak, but his eyes fell on the carriage coming from the road in the distance, and his expression was suddenly overjoyed, and he hurriedly climbed up and shouted, "Lord Lang, save me!" Shichiro went crazy and wanted to kill the lowly ......"

"Evil slave Ann dares to slander me!"

When Bian Zhang heard this, he was even more annoyed in his heart, and stepped forward with an arrow, and slashed down with a sword, and the steward should fall down with a sword, and blood was already gushing out of his ribs, and a terrible roar came out of his mouth: "Lord Lang save me......"

The ox cart was moving in the middle of the road, and a middle-aged man jumped on the car, who was Bian Xian, who was now in charge of the Bian family, pointing at Bian Zhang and shouting: "Qilang, what are you doing?" ”

Bian Zhang dropped his sword, knelt in the dust and said in a condensed voice: "The traitor insults me, the third father is Mingjian!" ”

"You, you...... I have a guest today, and I will come back to you later! ”

Bian Xian said in a deep voice, and ordered someone to pull down the steward in the pool of blood, and then take care of Bian Zhang.

"Wait, this Langjun, but Bian Guerrilla Lin'er?"

Another person came on the ox cart, but it was Ren Qiu, the family commander of Princess Danyang's mansion.

When Bian Yan heard this, even if he was a little embarrassed, he laughed: "It was the son of the first brother who neglected to discipline and made Mr. Ren laugh." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Bian Zhang and reprimanded, "Why don't you come forward and salute Mr. Ren Qiuren!" ”

Ren Qiu didn't mind, but looked at Bian Zhang with an appreciative gesture, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said: "The young man is brave and strong, not inferior to his father's martial arts!" If Xiaolang has time to enter the capital, he might as well come and see me. ”

As he spoke, Ren Qiu motioned to the servants around him to hand a name card to Bian Zhang.

Seeing this scene, Bian Yan had doubts in his heart, and he didn't understand why his nephew could get the blue eyes of the person who listened to him in front of Shen Lang. But in any case, this is also an opportunity for his own son and nephew, so he quickly asked Bian Zhang to thank Ren Qiu, and then he couldn't wait to invite Ren Qiu to get in the car, and he wanted to lead his son to Ren Qiu for him to be surprised, or he could also be appreciated.