"The mud legs of Da Ha Mountain have to be a little bold. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Holding a Jiangnan purple clay pot in his hand, the head is inlaid with a white jade, the fingers are white and the girl is similar, and even a little red, if it is not for the beautiful hair, I really can't believe it, this is a middle-aged man who almost knows the age of destiny.

"Lang Jun, ...... Suoshui over there"

"Xingyang Zheng is just a dog and a dolphin, and Zheng Sui is the head of a state, but he also does some things to sell women for glory. It is also worthy of my Cui clan and called. After that, the middle-aged man put down the purple clay pot in his hand and sighed with emotion, "The tea in Dalu Mountain has a unique flavor, good tea." ”

"What Lang Jun said is that the tea in this Dalu Mountain is really good."

"So, how can you grow tea in Dawu Mountain? Songshan also farms? I haven't seen tea planted either. ”

As he spoke, he smiled even more, "The ninth brother is comparable to me in Dengfeng...... It's much more enjoyable. Langya Wang's family has a ship, a wharf, and someone has a way to help me sell some tea, what is it? Only these mud legs of Da Bu Mountain, what do they insist on climbing, what are the Cui clan's fellow doors, tsk, they are also worthy of the surname Cui? ”

"That'...... Lang Jun, these Shui Cui ...... How to deal with Weishui farmers? ”

"What to do?"

He raised an eyebrow and looked at the inquiring servant.

When the servant saw this, he hurriedly said: "The little one knows, Lang Jun can rest assured." ”

"Hmm."

The real horror of the big family lies not in its people and places, but in its patriarchal law. Is it true that the imperial power does not go to the countryside? It's just that between the countryside, there are like a forest of feudal "princes", and the "princes" have their own "imperial power" to manage the order, morality, survival, and reproduction of the countryside......

The big and the small, the concubine and the concubine, the big and the small, the master and the slave...... And the offspring of these people, the spouses of these people, the descendants of these people, the spouses of the descendants of these people, are like ant colonies, and the division of labor is very clear.

The descendants of the family, the most resources and the strongest, they are the queen ants, and the small clan and the children of the family are the soldier ants, they need to sing black faces and show sharp claws, and at the same time to resist external pressure, they must suppress the disobedience of those "worker ants".

The tragic thing about the "worker ants" is not how weak and helpless they are, not only are their personal freedom controlled in the hands of the "soldier ants" and the "queen ants", but their thoughts and knowledge are controlled by the "queen ants" with things such as "inheritance", "fellowship" and "law".

People envy the five surnames and seven hopes, so, do people envy everything with the five surnames and seven hopes? Will there be people from the Zheng family in Xingyang who will envy an old servant of the Cui family in Qinghe? Or will there be a Li Tang clan that will dance with their eyebrows because they married the daughter of the Cui clan of Qinghe?

It's probably a legendary story, but it's not going to be so enjoyable after all.

The "wise people" in the world always think that they will become the eldest son and grandson of a famous family, or they are so pretentious that they think that they can marry the daughter of a family, otherwise it is not enough to describe their wisdom, and they are not enough to praise "morality" and "tradition".

If you are ranked as Zaifu, and then go to find a girl from Cui's concubine, and the girl's biological mother is even more of a lowly slave, then this Zaifu will still be complacent and have sex in front of his colleagues?

Marrying a wife should marry a woman with five surnames, this has never been to say that those who are silently "worker ants" for the five surnames.

Compared with these "noble" five surnames and seven wangs, Lao Zhang still thinks that the Chu people in the land of Jingxiang are more cute.

At least, Lao Zhang, the governor of Chuzhou, still has prestige in the countryside of Hanyang City, and it is not so good that when a local wealthy family wants to rely on "family law" to kill the children of a servant girl, his long history is not as effective as the fart of the patriarch.

As the patriarch of the Southern Sect of the Zhang clan in Jiangshui, Zhang De's hometown in Furong City, the registered people, with names and surnames, account for less than forty percent of the total population of the entire Zhang family, that is to say, the remaining ones are either not registered or ...... Equivalent to slaves.

Because of the existence of Zhang De, these original "livestock" finally got the opportunity to "be a new person" under the obstruction of Zhang's internal affairs, and they are no longer "Zhang Wuliu", "Zhang Chusi" and "Zhang Seventeen...... Instead, in the county government of Jiangyin County, the bureaucrat who was in charge of the population roster, he became a genuine Dingkou, but he couldn't directly get more than 100 acres of Yongye land like Li Tang did when he founded the country.

Why does Zhang De want Xiaobawang to learn the machine? Because when you use the Xiaobawang learning machine to study, you don't care if you are the eldest son or grandchild, let alone whether you want to go back to help your grandmother collect food this month.

Therefore, Lao Zhang feels that his traversal rebirth technique is still good, because he has become a member of the "queen ant" and "soldier ant" as the vast majority of "smart people" think, instead of "worker ants".

However, Lao Zhang sometimes thinks that as an engineering dog, if he did not become the leader of Jiangshui Zhang's Nanzong, but Jiangshui Zhang's Nanzong, then, as a "worker ant", in this era of "great governance", although the probability of him playing the Xiaobawang learning machine is as low, but he is afraid that even if he uses glass to make a Stirling engine for others to see, it is very likely that he will be hopeless in this life.

If so, how cruel this life must be!

Twenty-two-year-old Zhang De, the only one who has ever seen a man who can be regarded as a man is Ma Zhouren. And Ma Zhou, he needs too many ifs to get to this point.

But Lao Zhang knows that whether it is the Tang Dynasty or more than a thousand years later, all the "smart people" think they are Ma Zhou. And the others, those fools, are naturally unlucky under the wind and snow.

After receiving Du Ruhui's news, Zhang De knew that this time, although it was not a life-and-death duel between the five surnames Qiwang and Li Shimin, at least, someone had to be torn off a piece of flesh and blood.

As for whether there will be a chance to lick until the next fight, he doesn't know.

"It's all in charge, it's all in charge...... The old capital is in charge, even if we change the millet to tea in Dayu Mountain, it can ...... But there must be a way to live. This can't be done, and when the ground is planted with tea, it will ...... Doesn't it matter, right? How to say, how to say I'll wait...... Dalu Mountain can also be regarded as a member of the ancestral Cui family......"

"Shut up!"

The old man in a long robe glared angrily, and pointed his finger at the old farmer who spoke: "You old groceries, also worthy of the surname Cui?" Da Ma Mountain is the property of my water house, what do we want to plant, and we want you to talk more? ”

"Old man, this ...... We can ...... in Dawu Mountain But there are more than 500 households......"

"Hu?"

Lao Duguan sneered, "You old thing, I don't know what is going on." Have you forgotten that this deed is in Wucheng? Have you ever been registered? If you don't believe it, go to the county government of Mixian County and ask, and see if there is your name and your hometown in this Dingkou book! ”

Just this sentence made the old farmer and the hundreds of farmers behind him pale.

Suddenly, there was a young descendant, about sixteen or seventeen years old, and said angrily: "I heard Xiaolang of the Beishan Academy say that the imperial court has long said that you must not keep slaves in private, you ...... do this."

"Grab it!"

The old man looked hideous, staring at the young man, "Good boy, I have taught you a lesson." You are 'disrespecting the elders', and you are speaking ill of the virtuous elders. The Beishan Society has always taught some crazy people who speak wildly, and they have been said by Wu Chengzi to disrespect the sages and saints, and they are people who deceive the public with evil words. You befriended the demons, and you even committed the crime of 'bewitching the clan'! ”

"You...... Convicted? ”

At this time, the voice of the old capital was already extremely cold. In the past, in the eyes of the people of Dalu Mountain, the old man, who had always been gentle, elegant and amiable, actually had such a terrifying side.

The young man's lips trembled, and he hurriedly said with a cry: "The old man cares about sparing his life, it's that I don't know what happened, and it's the kid's ignorance." The kid is guilty, the boy is guilty......"

"Good!"

Lao Duguan's eyes were cold, "If it was in the past, I would sink you into the river, and others wouldn't be able to say anything." It's just that this time, remembering your first offense, sparing your life is also my Cui family's always governing the family with 'benevolence and filial piety'. However, the death penalty can be forgiven, but it must not allow you to be so thoughtful. Someone, break his mouth open......"

Several strong men answered, obviously very skilled, and they didn't see the young man resisting, but they trembled and shouted for mercy. Then he was clamped by the strong man, and the men of hundreds of mountains not far away, Mo Mo was full of righteous indignation, and even more stood on tiptoe to look around, wanting to see what was going on.

Soon, a strong man laughed, pulled a clip from his ankle, and grabbed the young man's tongue directly out of his mouth, and before everyone could react, the knife fell in his hand, and the blood spurted out a bloody arrow in mid-air like a fountain.

The mist-like blood diffused in the air, and the old man didn't even raise his eyelids, and then said: "Beishan that place, it's good to go less......"