The most powerful patriarch in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 3 Three-point meat (recommended for collection)
Lu Jinyuan, the head of the column, came over and asked curiously, "Second Uncle, where are you moving?"

"Where else can I move it? Send it to those thieves who killed thousands of knives. It's really bad luck for eight lifetimes. These plague gods have come." The second uncle said through gritted teeth.

A thief passes like a grate, and a soldier passes like a razor.This statement is not a joke.

With so many people fighting, it must be hidden from the government, and they want to solve it before the police arrive.

Afterwards, the two sides agreed to clean up the scene,
Find a way to turn the big thing into a small one, and turn it into a small one, that is, to send some money.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Zhibao was promoted to the commander of the Fuzhou Guard, and after taking off on a whim, he led a brigade to patrol the jurisdiction,

The two clans of Lu and Yang happened to be nearby when they were fighting with weapons, and upon hearing the news, they came to forcefully stop it.

This trip, Zheng Zhibao couldn't come in vain, he asked the two tribes for food, grass and transportation expenses for the trip.

Who dare not give it?

"Second Uncle, why did you move from your ancestor's house?" Lu Jinyuan still had doubts.

But if there is a problem in the clan, it should be resolved by the clan.
What's the matter with moving the private property of the ancestors?
The second uncle kicked him angrily, and scolded with an old face: "If the public house has one, I still use you to listen to your nonsense? These are borrowed from the ancestors by the clan. When the public house is slowed down later, I will return them to you." Old Ancestor, get lost and go about your business.”

Seeing his second uncle losing his temper, Lu Jinyuan didn't dare to say anything, and hurried away.

Seeing that there was not enough manpower, the second uncle ordered a few onlookers to help carry it, and Lu Changle, who was watching the excitement, was selected.

No need to carry, assist the second uncle to count and register.

Lu Changle found an opportunity, and asked in a low voice: "Second Uncle, that Zheng Zhibao, is very talkative, and he doesn't arrest anyone."

The cavalry was dispatched to stop it forcibly, and then put all the people back.

When was the government so easy to talk to?
"Easy to talk about?" Second Uncle said disapprovingly: "People don't raise people, officials don't prosecute, they don't care about death or injury, and there is still filial piety afterwards, so why not do it."

After a pause, the second uncle said sarcastically: "The battle four years ago was even bigger than this one. Xiao Jing sent it up. Zongbing Zheng made a memorial. With a clever twist, it became a joint effort between the two clans to fight against the running pirates. Hundreds of lives were taken away at one stroke, and 3 taels of money was needed to strengthen the coastal defense, and the second son of the Zheng family (Zheng Hongkui) got a guerrilla general.

Lu Changle said silently.

This is the chaotic world at the end of Ming Dynasty, when human life was worthless.

Zuo Liangyu, a self-respecting soldier, resisted orders many times and did not obey them, plundered wealth and women, and even killed good men and pretended to be meritorious. The court hated him very much, but every time he was reprimanded and fined, and then reused.

Without it, the court wants money but no money, wants people and no one, can't control it,

He was also counted on to suppress the traitors.

In the one-third-acre land in Fujian, the imperial court was even more out of reach, and Zheng Zhilong, the general soldier, had the final say.

In order for the Zheng family to contribute money and send troops to help suppress the bandits, they must continue to appease and promote officials.

Zheng Zhilong is a pirate who advocates force, turns a blind eye to private fights, and sometimes acts as a referee. There have been more and more private fights in Fujian these years.

The armed struggle between the Lu and Yang clans is just the tip of the iceberg of private struggles in Fujian.

"Second uncle, where is the ancestor?" Lu Changle asked casually.

At the beginning of the fight, the ancestors were still behind to supervise and dispatch the battle, but they have not seen anyone since then.

"The ancestors discussed with a few old people about grabbing the ring"

"Grab the arena? Second Uncle, what kind of arena are you grabbing?" Before Lu Changle could speak, Lu Changzhen on the side asked first.

Not only Lu Changzhen, but everyone present stopped what they were doing and looked at the second uncle in surprise.

Never heard of it.

The second uncle sighed, and said helplessly: "That Zheng Zhibao who killed a thousand swords, it's okay to ruin our affairs. He also said that the Lu and Yang clans have fought for more than 100 years, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. The impact is very bad. He threatened to completely Resolve the grievances between the two races."

"He said that the root cause of the struggle between the two tribes is the fight over water. As long as the water problem is solved, the two tribes will have no reason to fight anymore."

"Under his strong pressure, the ancestor and Yang Zhengbao, the patriarch of the Yang clan, both agreed to decide the distribution of water by robbing the ring."

"Zheng Zhibao built an arena in front of the Dragon King Temple at the junction of the two villages. Ten specially made copper coins were placed in the arena. Fifteen people from each of the two ethnic groups robbed each other."

"If you get a copper coin, you get a share of water from Huaxi."

"No matter what the result is, no one can have objections, let alone fight in private."

Lu Changle couldn't help exclaiming: "Is this okay?
If you serve as an official, it doesn't matter if you don't benefit one party, and you set up a ring for the two clans to fight privately. Isn't this abetting violence?
The second uncle said disapprovingly: "If you have soldiers in your hands, you can do whatever you want."

In troubled times, the truth is in the hands of the fist.

Everyone gathered around Second Uncle again to inquire about the ring, while Lu Changle registered, he pricked up his ears to listen.

After struggling for half an hour, Lu Changle finally completed the task assigned by his second uncle.

Look at the direction of the ancestral hall, it is still so busy, and there are a few roars from time to time,

Listening to the sound, one can know that the ancestors, clan elders and the heads of the houses discussed about grabbing the ring.

What is louder than the ancestral hall is the sound of martial arts training in the sun-drying field directly opposite the ancestral hall.
"The waist and the horse are one, the waist must be straight, and the horse's gait must be steady"

"Left Fist Out"

"ho"

"Left fist in, right fist out"

"ho ho"

"Do the action just now three times in a row. Remember, the punch must be fast, accurate and ruthless."

"Ho ho ho"

On the sun-drying field, more than 200 children of the Lu family, ranging from five to 12 years old, practice martial arts under the leadership of the clan's martial arts masters.

Every day, there are masters from the clan teaching martial arts in the grain drying field.
All the children of the Lu family can come to study.

There is no charge, and there are rewards in the family for good practice.

Many children are dark and thin, like a hemp stalk, obviously undernourished.

But each of them had firm eyes, their small backs were straight, and they exhausted their whole body strength every time they punched, appearing to be orderly,
The tragic clan fight had just ended, and the clan was in chaos.
The children who can come will automatically come here to practice martial arts.

The wind and rain do not change, the thunder does not change,
This is the reason why the Fuzhou Lu family can survive many pirates and thieves' attacks.

After watching for a while, Lu Changle looked away, and when his eyes fell on the small shack on the far left of the ancestral hall, he froze for a moment.

At some point, there was an extra team in front of the hut.

The queue is full of women and children, each holding something in their hands,
Some held small pieces of fresh meat, some held half a rabbit, and some tied a fish with seaweed, all of which were meat.

"Brother Le, why are you still in a daze, don't you hurry up and deliver the three-point meat?" The little woman who was carrying the small half of the chicken couldn't help reminding Lu Changle who was in a daze.

Three meat?
I remembered that there is a rule in the clan, every household, cut meat, hunt or catch fish,

Keep seven and donate three, and the donated meat will be distributed by the clan and distributed to those who were injured or killed for the clan,
It is also distributed to families with difficulties in life in the clan, so it is called three-point meat.

If you donate three cents, you will eat a few less bites. For some people who live in difficulties or need care, three cents of meat may be a life-saving food.

This is an expression of tribal unity.

Lu Changle has a mission to deliver the collected three-point meat to those in need.

Distributing "three-point meat" is an honorable task. When delivering meat, you can not only get acquainted with each other, but also easily get the approval of the tribe.

To put it bluntly, those who can enter the main hall of Lu's ancestral hall to discuss matters have all had the experience of sending three-point meat.
Only the key training objects in the clan have this qualification.

Both parents sacrificed for the clan, and Lu Changle was also the youngest child in Changle County, so the clan unanimously let Lu Changle be responsible for sending three parts of the meat.

Besides Lu Changle, there are three other people who are qualified to deliver meat:
Lu Changgeng, the great-nephew of the ancestor, is the wise multi-star in the clan, and he advises many things in the clan;
The second uncle's son, Lu Siming, is recognized as the strongest martial artist in the clan, and he served as the private guard of Zhang Kentang, the former governor of Fujian;

The last one is Lu Changfu of Sifang, who is good at growing tea and manages the tea hills in the family well.

Lu Changle nodded and said, "Sister-in-law Qiao, I'll go right away."

When I walked to the small hut, I was about to count the three-point meat sent by the tribe,

With a "snap", the hand was slapped away.

"Changwei, don't make trouble." Lu Changle said with a frown when he saw that it was his cousin Lu Changwei who was clapping his hands.

In my memory, Lu Changwei didn't see eye to eye with him, to put it bluntly, he looked down upon him.

Lu Changwei looked at Lu Changle with some contempt, and said lazily: "The old ancestor has spoken, let you rest, and I will send the meat to me later."

Speaking of the latter, the word "trash" burst out of his mouth.

Having received so many scholars from the clan, the more you learn, the more you regress. It is enough to be ashamed to be jealous of a woman from a brothel.

Yesterday, when I went to help out, I beat that little girl surnamed Yang until she knelt down, which completely embarrassed the Fuzhou Lu family.

When the two clans fought, Lu Changle chose to watch the battle on the hillside.

From Lu Changwei's point of view, this cousin of his was a fraud and he was discouraged.

Such a person is not worthy to be his cousin at all.

Not to mention three-point meat.

"Yes, the meat is Viagra pie."

"It's time for a replacement."

"How can the person who sends the three-point meat be a soft bone, the ancestors can change it well."

"It deserves it. Xuemi should take it back and let him grow tea on the mountain."

The onlookers were surprised at first, and soon expressed their support.

This time the two clans fought, Lu Changwei performed well, and they naturally supported Lu Changwei.

Lu Changle looked at the three-point meat piled up into a hill, then bowed his head and walked away.

The old ancestors have spoken, and this matter is a foregone conclusion, and no one can change it.

Seeing Lu Changle turn and leave, Lu Changwei didn't intend to just let him go,
Deliberately raised the volume and said: "It's useless, I'm talking about you, and having a dog is more useful than you."

There was a roar of laughter from behind,

Lu Changle did not refute, bowed his head and left.

Japanese pirates, pirates and clan fights twisted the Fuzhou Lu family into a rope,

Everyone obeys the arrangement of the clan, works for the clan, and receives distribution from the clan,

There are no idlers in the clan, everyone must make the best use of them,

In the Lu family, whoever made the most contributions, who spoke confidently, walked with a straight back,

Lu Changle didn't have enough confidence, so he could only grit his teeth and endure being ridiculed.

Showing a wave of acting skills on the hillside only changed a small group of people's views on themselves,

Most of them are old, weak, sick and disabled.

This time I fought with the Yang family, I guess I let my ancestors down, and took back the right to give away three parts of the meat,
A bad sign.

If they were sent to grow tea on the mountain, it would be difficult for them to have a bright future in the clan.

They say heroes come out of troubled times,
At this time, Li Zicheng, Zhang Xianzhong and others were thinking about how to rob people, food and territory,

Jianlu sharpened his sword eagerly thinking about plundering more people and goods from Ming Dynasty,
I am determined to start a career, if I don't hurry up, the day lily will be cold.

No, you have to work harder.

If you have a chance, you have to take it, if you don’t have a chance, you have to go to create an opportunity.

By the way, that arena is a rare opportunity, I have to think about it carefully,
Lost, what are you afraid of,
Just take it back.

　Thank you for being so good-looking and paying attention to Xiaopao

　　
　
(End of this chapter)