Tiantang Splendid

Chapter 1678
The carriage is slowly moving forward on the way up the mountain, and the scenery of the autumn field comes into view through the car window. There are wisps of light yellow mixed with the green daisy in the distant mountains, the sky is as blue as a wash, and a few thin clouds hang on the horizon, which is quite beautiful. It is a bit of a vast and comfortable autumn with high air and clear sky and clear clouds.

Liu Jie sat in the carriage, frowning, a little curious.

On the way, a flat-bed ox cart full of grain was overtaken by a horse-drawn cart. Liu Jie saw the ox cart advancing "squeaky and chugging". Wielding a whip made of rattan to the left and right, the two legs were hanging under the shaft of the car, and the two feet in straw sandals were dangling back and forth. In his left hand, he was actually holding a book, and while he was reading the book, he let the old scalper pull the cart, and slowly moved forward...

Could it be that this child is the legendary child prodigy who is poor but determined to study?
The farther you go, the more vehicles you see along the way. Almost every family who comes to pay the rent has an ox cart or a mule cart. There is no trace of the situation in Shangna.

Are the people on Mount Li so rich?
Could it be that in order to pay the rent, the Fang family put the mules, horses, oxen and donkeys on the cart and lent them to the rent-paying family?

But even if the Fang family is rich, is it necessary to keep so many vehicles?

What's even more strange is that Suwen Lishan Farm has converted the grain rent at the market price since the year before last, and only collected money when paying the rent. Why did they start harvesting grain again this year?

Liu Ji became more and more suspicious...

When we arrived at the large yard in front of Fangjia Farm, the entire road was clogged with densely packed vehicles, cow dung and horse urine were everywhere, and the air was filled with an unpleasant stench that made people want to vomit.

Liu Jie ordered the carriage to stop far away, got out of the carriage, stood on the shaft and looked forward with his feet up. The traffic on the road was blocked for half a mile, and the unpleasant smell was unavoidable. , to not much noise.Fang's family set up a few tables on the large yard in front of the door, and set up a huge umbrella to block the sun, which was very hot in autumn.

I can't see clearly what's going on under the umbrella, but I can vaguely see a farmer driving a vehicle full of grain to the front of the big umbrella. Some people make gestures, and then the vehicle drives into the village, probably going to the granary to unload the grain. .

Liu Jie jumped down from the shaft of the car, told the coachman to find a shady place to wait, while he picked up his robe and walked towards the big courtyard in front of Zhuangzi's gate from among the densely packed cars.

Stopping and stopping, Liu Ji felt that something was wrong. How come the farmers who came to pay the rent were either trembling old people or small and weak children in Zongjiao, young and strong, but very few were rare. ?

With his hands behind his back, Liu Jie happened to meet a white-haired old man in a bullock cart who was taking out a sesame seed cake from his bag and handing it to his little grandson sitting beside him. He said softly: "Are you hungry? Eat quickly. After the rent is paid, Aye will go to the market to cut two catties of pork and stew it for dinner."

The little grandson was about seven or eight years old. He took the biscuits but didn't eat them. Instead, he broke the biscuits in half with his small white hands, handed the big half to grandpa, and said with his little face up, "Ah!" Are you hungry too? Grandson and Aye eat together."

The old man started laughing, the wrinkled eyes were full of deep grooves, and the cloudy old eyes seemed to light up. The creases and creases on the old face seemed to be filled with a happy smile, lovingly caressing the top of his grandson's head, and said softly: " Aye is not hungry, you eat."

"no!"

The little grandson stubbornly stuffed half of the biscuits into his grandfather's hand, opened a pair of big bright eyes, and said solemnly: "Xiang Jiuling, can warm the table. Be filial to your relatives, what you should do... grandson is also nine years old this year." Now, if Huang Xiang is able to honor his father and give his father warm seats, his grandson should also honor Aye, if Aye doesn't eat, grandson dare not eat!"

"Ha ha……"

The old man laughed, smiled, tears streaming down his face, took a plate of biscuits from his grandson, took a big bite, and muttered while chewing: "Eat, let's eat together! "

He shed tears happily, not because of his grandson's filial piety, but because of his grandson's eloquence, using ancient allusions to explain the principles of filial piety.

People always hope that their children will become dragons, and they are willing to leave the best things to their children. They never care about whether their children repay them. Who is willing to raise their children because of their filial piety?And if the child can be promising, he will be happier than being filial to himself...

The lowly peasants whose ancestors have been digging in the soil for generations, unexpectedly gave birth to a child who can read and write. Isn't this smoke from the ancestral grave?
Someone nearby reminded loudly: "Don't be full, you two, there will be food after paying the rent later. Fang's family slaughtered more than [-] big fat pigs, and the stewards in the village notified in the first half a month. Let the big guys keep their stomachs and keep them full!"

The old man laughed and took a bite of sesame seed cakes: "The Fang family is a kind family. We were originally homeless refugees. It was Erlang who took us in, planted land for us, and lent us money to build a greenhouse. Now we can eat If we have a bite of biscuits, we will be blessed, how can we bother Fang's family again?"

After saying a word, there was a silence around.

In this Zhuangzi, who doesn't remember the heavy snow in the winter of Zhenguan 12 years?

Houses collapsed, mountains were blocked by heavy snow... How many died of starvation or freezing?These people have no home to return to. They are tenants. They don’t even have half an acre of Susukida, so they can only become refugees and beg all over the Guanzhong. Most of these people died of cold and hunger, and the rest had already been sold into slavery, and their children and grandchildren were reduced to low status...

"Come on, let's go after paying the rent later. I'd rather go home and eat big cakes and bran than let Fang's family spend a penny!"

"Come on, what nonsense are you talking about? Now in our Lishan Village, which one doesn't eat meat if you want to, and drink if you want to drink?"

"That is, as if you are noble."

The people around were talking in a hurry, and the old man led his grandson to eat sesame seed cakes with a smile, just watching with great interest...

Liu Jie raised his head and looked at Zhuangzi, remained silent for a while, then raised his foot and continued walking.

There are a lot of people and more cars coming to pay the rent, but everyone is very orderly, and the vehicles try to stand upright, leaving enough space between the cars for one person to walk, so Liu Jie does not seem crowded all the way. After a while, he came to the edge of the big yard in front of Zhuangzi.

Several cars were parked in the yard, and a servant from the Fang family climbed into the car to check the grain, and then measured the grain with a ruler, and said loudly: "Chen Liugen's family is waiting for two stones of rice!" written down by the scribe.

The servant of the Fang family waved his hand, the car drove forward two feet, stopped, and a skinny old man jumped out of the car and walked to the back of a bullock cart.A seven or eight-year-old doll jumped out of the ox cart loaded with grain. Liu Ji had sharp eyes, and it was the child he saw while driving the cart while reading...

The servant of the house price measured the grain on the cart again, and said loudly: "Chen Liugen's family's high-quality corn is two stones and three buckets!"

Liu Ji in the distance shook his head, he didn't even prepare a wooden bucket, he just took a tape ruler to measure it, there must be a lot of errors, the Fang family's approach is a bit unethical.Your family can be said to be the richest man in the Tang Dynasty now, and you still take such a little rent from the common people, it is really ugly...

The clerk over there wrote it down, and the servant said to the old man: "Uncle Six, come here, make a handprint and make a deposit, then drive the car to the granary to unload it, and hurry to eat in the yard."

The thin old man straightened his chest, straightened his stooped back a little, stared at the servant of the Fang family and cursed: "Mother, you bastard came into the Fang family's door to do Fang's work, why don't you drop a little bit?" Didn't learn the magnanimity of the Fang family, but is it bitter and mean?"

The servant was a little confused, and laughed along with him, "Sixth Uncle, what are you talking about? Why is my nephew so mean?"

The old man pointed to the account book that was signed and marked on the book case: "Everyone else signs, why do you let the old man draw and sign? Are you bullying my old man for being illiterate?"

The servant called Zhuang Tianqu: "Uncle Six, you can't open your eyes and talk nonsense! I dare to bully you, and my father will break my legs later? You can't read!"

"I can't read, and my grandson can't read? You fucking look down on me!"

"Uncle Six, my nephew really dare not..."

The old man ignored him, patted the baby next to him on the head, and said, "Goofy, go and sign!"

Liu Ji in the distance was taken aback, looking at the child in straw sandals and an old cloth gown with a runny nose, it was really surprising that such a lowly peasant doll could read and read up...

(End of this chapter)