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Cheng Weng is a person who has seen the world, and he thought to himself that your Zhao family often openly uses the courtesy of the princes on the Yan Fang, and the old man has not seen it, who is arrogant with whom? But the mouth can only be submissive.

Zhao Wuxian smiled faintly, did not delve into it, and continued to walk forward.

Then he passed through an open martial arts training ground, and looked at the moonlight and torches, which could accommodate at least 100 people. The ground is also covered with a layer of fine sand, there are arrow targets on the edges, and there are some spears that have not had time to hide on the wall, presumably the people of the Cheng clan often practice here.

Wuxian stopped again, pointed to the shooting range and said: "Good place, much more magnificent than the threshing floor in front of my township temple, Cheng Weng, you can make up a full brigade of clan soldiers, right?" Before, the big mulberry trees in the mulberry tree were full! It's really a jealous boy. ”

Cheng Weng was dumbfounded, thinking that there are only more than 500 young and strong men in my family, where can I afford to raise a brigade of soldiers, and the gentleman has made a special trip to find fault today.

Like this, everywhere he went, Zhao Wuxian stopped to comment, which meant nothing more than that the Cheng family's residence, the number of concubines enslaved, and the weapons of the clan soldiers exceeded the provisions of the Zhao family's family law......

Once or twice, Lao Chengweng could still cope with the past, and after repeating it a few times, he broke out in a cold sweat and had nothing to say.

This gentleman has no mercy, what is in his mind?

After walking along the gravel road of the manor for half a mile, you will enter the ordinary Luzuo dwellings, and the dirt road under your feet will also turn into a muddy dirt road, where the son of the Yongmu rope pivot and the Yongli savage live.

The so-called four miles of the Cheng clan, in fact, there is no interval, it was originally formed by the Cheng clan gathering and living. But just as there is a difference between the grandson and the concubine, the Cheng clan has multiplied for hundreds of years, although it is called the same family, in fact, there are distant relatives. Many impoverished clansmen, such as the former Chengwu, were actually about the same status as their subordinate concubines, and they were also forcibly moved to live in Luzuo.

According to Cheng Wu's description, these disadvantaged small clans rent large parcels of land all year round, and have to pay half of the harvest as land rent every year. When the farm is not working, he has to repair manors and ditches for the large clans, and even serve as slave soldiers without personal freedom, which is miserable. And those who do not succumb to the power of the great sect and want to find another way out will be expelled from the clan like a witch, lose their identity, and even the graves of their parents will be forcibly removed.

Listen to it without sympathy, Spring and Autumn is really still a patriarchal society.

When he looked closely, he found that the mud huts here were very simple, some of them were missing half of the walls, and some were only covered with thatch. The time has entered winter, the weather has become cold, and when it comes to the winter solstice and wax moon, in the absence of charcoal fire and kang, it must be cold and abnormal. According to Cheng Wu, several people freeze to death every year, but the Cheng clan ignores this, and just keeps urging them to help repair the palatial manor......

The Cheng clan Sili is numerous, and the land is also the most fertile, occupying the best water source in the entire township, but the wealth is completely concentrated in the manor of the Cheng Weng family. Most of the ordinary people have vegetables, no clothes and ropes, no clothes and no brown. The children were dirty, poorly clothed, few wore shoes, and the food was not even as good as the food of the dogs on the farm.

Compare it in my heart, this Cheng clan can also be fed and clothed compared to the savage, no! Compared to Jiali and Sangli, who can still make the people barely survive, they are much worse!

It's really Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are starving bones on the road! The Cheng clan still oppressed and exploited Chengwu and other distant small sects. It's no wonder that the innocent sister and brother were to be buried without even blinking their eyes. Thinking that in the past, when the Cheng family was a slaughterer for generations, and when the power was in the township, Dou, Jia, and Sang Sanli were not less oppressed.

Rats! This is Zhao Wuxian's evaluation of Cheng Weng and others after going all the way, and it also strengthened his determination to completely transform Chengyi.

Before I knew it, I had already walked outside the Cheng cemetery on the edge of Lilu.

Cheng Wu clenched his fists tightly, holding back his emotions, after he committed a major crime and was expelled from Chengli, the corpses of his parents were even removed from this cemetery punitively! Thrown into an unknown ravine!

The pale moon climbed up the treetops, and on the gloomy hills, the burial pits dug yesterday had not yet been filled.

The bronze casting of the three tripods and three guis is glowing with blue light, the gluttonous pattern on it is open and dancing with teeth and claws, the cloud and thunder pattern is cold, and the curtain curtains, several feasts, wine utensils, bronze jian, Ge, sword, feather, ivory chopsticks, leather fur, lacquerware, etc. are countless, and the mound of sealed soil is two people high. This is just an ordinary uncle of the Cheng family, but he can die so extravagantly and be buried so magnificently, I don't know how many miles of people's wealth will have to be knocked out of the bone and sucked out before he can gather it.

Of course, as the son of Zhong Ming Dingshi, Zhao Wuxian, who lives at the top of the Zhao family's feudal pyramid, has no moral advantage to condemn this.

However, as soon as Cheng's greed threatens his rule and hinders what he must achieve, he will not hesitate to order him to correct it, and if he does not comply, to get rid of him!

The Cheng clan is probably unwilling, and yes, no one will willingly give up their interests willingly, only the sword and armor can make them afraid. But that's not enough, there has to be a lesson that will impress them and never forget!

If you don't take charge of the army and govern a land, how can you not shed some blood?

The blood of the white horse and black dog that was slaughtered here had long since dried up, and a large mass of flies was buzzing and flying on it, and the swarthy pit was like the open mouth of a giant beast, as if it had not eaten enough, still waiting to devour the two martyred concubines who had escaped.

Zhao Wuxian did not go to pay homage to the dead of the Cheng clan, but stood in front of the bloody burial pit, silent.

How ruthless do you have to be to make a move, so that the clever and cute boy and the beautiful girl can be turned into dead bones here and buried deep in the soil?

Zhou Li did not support the burial of living people, but it was only attacked from a moral level, and it was not until more than a hundred years later in the Warring States period that the state apparatus promulgated a law prohibiting the use of people from death. However, there were policies and countermeasures, and human martyrdom never disappeared from the perspective of Chinese history, and continued intermittently until the end of the Qing Dynasty.

However, compared with the states where the worship of ghosts and gods in Dongyi and Yin Shang was still prevalent in Yingqin, Jiang Qi, Zi Song, Cao Yi and other countries, the large-scale funeral customs of the Jin Kingdom surnamed Ji were not very popular.

But what embarrassed Wuxian was that his family, the Zhao family, was an exception, because the ancestors of the Zhao family, like the Qin family, were also surnamed Dongyi......

Therefore, in the Warring States Period, the martyrdom of the people of Zhao was also very prosperous, and in the tombs of every five Zhao scholars in Hebei in later generations, one to five people who were brutally killed could be dug out, or slaves, or relatives who died......

In this regard, Zhao Wuxian, who came from later generations, could not accept it.

Kong Qiu, a descendant of Yin Shang in this era, appealed bitterly: "The initiator, there is no aftermath!" Although his old man reversed the order of human martyrdom and terracotta figurines burial, he left a good flaw for some people in later generations to confuse the public.

Therefore, Zhao Wuxian felt that he should do something, at least in the one-third of an acre of land he governed, to put an end to such bad habits and customs. He was a realist and understood that no one would take moral preaching like Confucius seriously......

That's right, only by countering violence with violence, and only by the fierce Legalist decrees, can people dare not follow it!

While Zhao Wuxian was silently thinking, on this small hill decorated with plain manuscript ink, he could only hear the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies for a while.

Along the way, Cheng Weng's strong and calm heart became more and more uneasy, and he couldn't figure out what the gentleman was going to do, so he could only stay by the side. A blood-stained green-headed fly happened to land on the majestic crown above his head, constantly rubbing his forelimbs, but Cheng Weng didn't dare to reach out to break the strange quiet atmosphere, so he could only stare upwards with his eyes puffed up.

But seeing that Zhao Wuxian had stood with a calm face for a long time, as if he had finally made up his mind, he beckoned back and said, "Mu Xia, bring that person over!" ”

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