Chapter 42: Huang Shiren, the Heavenly Killing

"My friend, do you know how to refine medicine?" He Zhizhang was unwilling to let Lu Zang use his narrow-minded behavior continue to disappoint everyone's fun. After thinking about it, he decisively changed the topic.

"I just learned some fur from the master. I have been free in the past few days, so I have refined some of them!" Because I heard how He Zhizhang and Zhang Ruoxue had previously protected him, Zhang Xian was also a little closer to these two seniors in his heart. He simply explained and made a promise with a smile, "This medicine is called panacea oil, which is used to deal with the strange itching after mosquito bites, and has very good efficacy. If the two seniors are not in a hurry to rush, they will walk a little slower. The younger generation will ask people to go back and get some panacea oil for the two elders to try!"

After saying that, he quickly turned his head to Ren Quan and told him to run back to get the medicine immediately, without any intention of giving He Zhizhang and Zhang Ruoxu the opportunity to refuse.

He Zhizhang and Zhang Ruoxue have heard from Sun Anzu more than once how the "Feng Oil Essence" secretly made by Master Zhang Qian's sect is magical. I just heard that the panacea and Feng Oil Essence are "close relatives" that can relieve itching and remove blood stasis and drive away mosquitoes. I also saw with my own eyes that the smell of dog shit on Lu Zang's body was instantly suppressed after applying panacea oil. I felt that the magic medicine was rare in my heart. At this moment, I heard that Zhang Qian was willing to give it for free, and I was overjoyed. I was so polite that I decided to accept it first.

Ren Quan immediately borrowed a mount from Sun Anzu's entourage and returned to Zhuangzi at lightning speed to get medicine. Zhang Qian, He Zhizhang, Zhang Ruoxu and Sun Anzu, continued to talk and walked out of the hilly area. On the way, the three old men would inevitably ask some questions about Zhang Qian's sect. Zhang Qian has been very prepared recently, and basically all of them answered without any leakage.

Taking this rare opportunity, Zhang Qian also seriously asked the three old men for advice on the current rules and regulations, customs and customs, territory coverage, and the situation of the surrounding countries. He Zhizhang, Zhang Ruoxu and Sun Anzu admired his humble attitude towards learning, and also patiently gave him guidance and answers.

Of course, the one that both sides talk the most and can find the common language is still the understanding of Confucian classics.

If you have a profound study of Confucianism, Zhang Qian would probably not be able to find the heels of He Zhizhang and Zhang Ruoxu after another twenty years. However, if you have mixed knowledge and broad vision, and have not received 21st century cramming education and Internet poisoning, you will not be able to see Zhang Qian's back even if you have wings.

Therefore, although the four people have a big age gap, and their growth environment and life experience are completely different, they have a very speculative conversation with each other. Before they know it, they walked out of the hills and came to the plains.

The road under your feet gradually became wider. The surrounding farmhouses were scattered, and the sound of dogs barking came one after another.

Because it was already early in the ninth month of the lunar calendar, all the crops in the field had been harvested, leaving only the withered yellow "oak roots". When near the farmhouse, radishes, leeks, mustard greens, etc. can be seen sporadically, and they are still lush and green.

Look at the yard of the landlord's house where he lives, it is not too far away. Zhang Qian began to think about it. When he met for the first time, he invited He Zhizhang and Zhang Ruoxu to his house to drink a bowl of tea. Of course, it would be even better if the two big men were having a happy drink and wrote a few words for themselves. In the future, whether they would be papered or handed over to their children and grandchildren, they would be two rare treasures.

Just as hesitating, he heard a cry that came not far away from the front: "Butler Cui, Butler Cui, please, please don't pull the cow, don't pull my cow. The child is sick and cannot get out of the ground. My family is counting on a cow to work..."

"Don't cry and rob the world, just like we bully you. You ask the villagers to judge, how many famines have your family borrowed from the village since the beginning of spring?" An angry voice rang out immediately, cold and hard, just like the north wind in the cold winter. "In spring, you asked your family to rent a few acres of land, but your family refused..."

"Butler Cui, Butler Cui, you are kind, mercy! You are gratified for another five days. If you are kind, you are gratified for less than three days. Within three days, we will definitely deliver the rent to the owner's warehouse as much as possible!"

"Three days? Since the autumn harvest, how many three days have you been doing? You can calculate it yourself? I don't know what you are thinking. The government prohibits slaughtering oxen, and the buying and selling of oxen have also been registered by the government. So I dragged my debts and rents and refused to pay back. No one can do anything to you! Tell you, the place where the limousine is, I have said hello long ago..."

"No, misunderstanding, butler, you misunderstood. I'll do it, let's not pull the cow. If the cow is pulled, our whole family will be able to farm!"

"Where is your eldest son, why don't he let him go to the field? He is 18 years old and he is 17 or 18 years old..."

"My son wants to study..."

"Look, your family can't even afford to eat, and they have to support their son's schooling. If every family is like you, and they don't pay back the food and don't pay it back if they owe the tenant rent, wouldn't the owner want to drink the northwest wind!"

"Awesome, my cow!"

"Let go, let go, don't let go, be careful to eat the whip!"

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Because there was still a distance between them, the crying and scolding were intermittent. However, Zhang Qian could clearly judge that it was a landlord's evil servant who forced the debt to come to his door and was about to pull the tenant's cow to pay the debt.

"Damn it!" The scene of Xier being pulled away by Huang Shiren in the opera "White-Haired Girl" was quickly flashed in front of her. Zhang Qian cursed in a low voice, took a big step and walked towards the source of the voice.

Young people originally like to fight against injustice, not to mention that there are two poetic masters he has admired for a long time standing beside him. Therefore, even if he is trying to offend his neighbor, Zhang Qian still wants to take care of this matter today.

There was a fire in his heart. He was very fast. Soon, he arrived at the scene of the incident. Through the crowd, a peasant woman cried and asked: "Butler Cui, Butler Cui, Kai Rong, Kai Rong, the child is still sick in the bed! You took the cow away, our family will have no way to survive next year!"

"Without the cow, let your eldest son pull the plow. It is already a great grace for the master to give the land to your family. If you refuse to pay the rent or pay the debt, is it still reasonable?" The butler's voice sounded like a knife, and each knife stabbed the other person in his heart. "If others learn from you, what will the master even rent out the land for? Why are you doing it in vain at the beginning!"

"Butler, don't pull my cow, I kowtowed to you, kowtow!" A tender cry came from the crowd, sounding smaller than Zijuan, and was filled with desolation in fear.

"Let go, you girl, believe it or not, you will take you to pay off your debt?" The butler's threatening voice did not bring any warmth in the world.

"But, be kind, be kind! Don't pull my cow! Please, please! I, I will let Erya go with you!" The peasant woman was also forced to make a few words first, and then resolutely took over the butler's words, "Don't pull my cow, I will give Erya to the master's house. She is fourteen years old and can do anything. You can take her away now. From now on, you will be the master's house to deal with it!" Chapter 3, thank you for your support for your support to the author's work hard tomorrow.
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