Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 212 Assembly ([-])

Fubuer set off.When he set off, he was very complicated.Because this is the second time he went to the "Gun Thief".This time, he went as the leader of the village.

To say that in Meiyang Village, the biggest landlord and the most authoritative speaker is not Fu Buer, but his clan uncle, Fu Yousan, the old boy—he was the one who sent the invitation to the meeting.But this family uncle is old, the country people have little experience, and they seldom go out, so every book office in the county will be a big shot.Not to mention the foreign tourists who came here on a big iron boat.Hearing that the "Kun Thief" was extremely powerful, he thought that he was always some kind of demon-like person with green eyebrows and red eyes, and he wouldn't go there even if he was beaten to death.The clan couldn't help it, so they had to come to ask for advice. The only one who had dealt with the "Kun Thief" was Fu Buer.Fu Yousan's wives and sons knelt in the main room of his house crying and begging him to do it for him, and gave him a lot of money.

Although Fu Buer was a little scared in his heart, he finally became a prisoner of the "Kun Thief", knowing that although these people are powerful, they are not wicked.Be reasonable and tell right from wrong.What kind of "negotiation meeting" is going to be held now, it is nothing more than sending food and sending missions. At that time, I participated in the encirclement and suppression team as a prisoner and was not killed. Going to the meeting now will not kill me.Ma Peng, his long-term worker in the past, heard that he was also working for "Short Hair", so he took over all his old ladies--a gang that allows its subordinates to take care of their mothers would not be too bad.Coupled with the fact that he couldn't resist the temptation of the property Fu Yousan sent and the pleadings of the clansmen, he agreed without hesitation.

Fu Buer's lady knew that he was going to a meeting, and she had a few times behind her back, she didn't want him to go - the last time she had to go to war with her surname Huang De, she was injured, and she finally spent money to redeem him Now I'm going to throw myself into the trap again.The fubuer made a fuss for several days.In the end, he took a little boy out for a meeting.

The village of Fu Buer is actually not far from Bairen Beach. If the straight-line distance is not counted, it is about 40 miles away, which is considered a very long distance in ancient society.Even if there are good roads, the average person has to walk for four or five hours, let alone remote counties with poor road conditions.

Winter is a good season for going out to the high places. The temperature in winter is pleasant. There is no typhoon or rain. The roads are dry and easy to walk. Most of the rivers are reduced to the point where they can be waded. bridge place.

Even so, going out once is not an easy task.There are not many donkeys and mules in Hainan. Unless you are a gentry who can raise a sedan chair or a rarer horse, no matter the landlord or the long-term worker, you always have a pair of feet when you go out.What makes Fu Buer better than ordinary farmers when he goes out is that he brings a domestic boy to help him carry his luggage.Fourteen, fifteen, one and a half years old children, I heard that they can go to Dongmen City with them, and they are much more active than this master.Everything was packed the night before.

Going out in ancient times was not easy.Hotels are rare things. There are no Yuelai Inns everywhere like in martial arts movies. If you want to stay in a hotel, you have to go to a bigger market or a city.It's not like "asking for a room" in movies and TV dramas. In fact, there are very few single rooms.Even if there is a single room, the hotel does not provide bedding and bedding-these are brought by travelers.

There is no way to solve the problem of eating and drinking without encountering a larger market.So eat, sleep, use, and wear everything, you have to prepare yourself.It's quite a big bag when you pack it.

Starting from the village, I walked on the road for several hours, and met people from various villages who also went to "meetings" along the way.Various representatives were sent from each village, not the patriarchs of the clan, but also big households, Baojia chiefs and gentry, and some villages sent scholars and children from their own villages-these people had more or less experience in the world.Everyone walks together, some people talk to relieve boredom, and they are also emboldened.Most people are asking each other, wanting to know how much other villages are prepared to pay to get rid of the "Kun people".Everyone guessed that, judging by the behavior of this group of people, they probably don't care for money, and it is estimated that it is more likely that they are sent.

Gentlemen who sit in sedan chairs and ride horses with many servants naturally don't get along with them, a group of commoners. Although a few poor scholars don't get a sedan chair, they trot along beside the gentry's sedan chairs, He spoke out of breath, to show that his identity was different from the mud legs next to him.

All the way to the Wenlan River, this place is already the territory of the "Kun people", the road has become wide and smooth, and there is no soil to walk up.Seeing a wooden shed by the side of the road, inside stood a soldier wearing a short gray uniform with a leather belt, holding a black blunderbuss standing upright, and seeing the sharp dagger on the muzzle, Fu Buer couldn't help shivering ——A few months ago, he saw with his own eyes this kind of dagger pierced into the chest of a dying Tuanding in a neighboring village as effortlessly as cutting tofu.

There are several tables in the shed, which are the kind used by the richest people here, and there are several people sitting behind the tables doing business.They were all dressed like soldiers, but without the belts.There was a notice board outside the shed, with some words and sentences written on it, Fu Buer could not read, begging a child to read it.It turned out that the people who were going to the meeting checked the invitation registration here.

I saw four or five children in their teens standing outside the shed. They were all dressed like the people in the shed, except that a red cloth strip was tied around their necks, and they looked like short-haired children with broken hair. Those who want to come with their chests and stomachs lined up to register in order.

"I heard that this short hair bought countless children from the mainland to come here, and they are probably these people." A person who looks like a scholar said to others.

"I just don't know what to do with these half-grown children?"

"I don't know, this generation is very scheming, and I am in great danger." The scholar pretended to be surprised.

Fu Buer couldn't care about this much, he just followed the crowd.When it was his turn, the people behind the desk looked at his invitation and took out a small piece of stiff paper with a thin string tied to it.Start filling in his village name and first name.

"This is your follower?"

"Yes." Fu Buer said quickly, "My family's domesticated boy."

The person in charge glanced at it, and wrote "one follower, a male teenager" in the remarks column on the paper.

"Hang it around your neck," said the man in gray clothes. "This is your certificate for meeting. With this certificate, you can go to the designated place for free accommodation and meals-don't lose it, the place you are going to is not as good as this card." will be arrested."

"Yes, yes." Fu Buer quickly hung the card around his neck and walked to the side.

I only heard a dispute in the team next to me: "Sorry, you can only bring up to 5 followers to the meeting."

"I won't eat your food, I'll bring my own dry food!" The gentry-looking man was arguing.

"It doesn't work either, there aren't that many places where people can live."

He just heard the gentleman explode: "What are you so proud of! Aren't you that poor brat in Qiancun who can't get into school at the age of 40? After a few days with the 'Kun Thief', you want to rebel!"

The crowd became agitated, and saw a "true Kun" coming out from behind the shed, wearing a colorful short jacket, and whispering: "Who wants to rebel?"

Everyone was silent at once, and several "fake hairpins" who were doing business stood up straight, and someone shouted: "Report to the chief—"

"There's no need to report." Dugu's proposal glanced at the gentleman in front of the table, "You want to rebel?"

Dugu proposed marriage because he has been dealing with the locals in Dongmen City. Although he can't speak Lingao dialect, he has learned a lot of local Hainanese mandarin.

This gentry naturally understood what he said. Seeing this "true hair" come out, he was already timid a lot, but when he asked him such a question again, he was almost terrified.Stay speechless.

A busy person nearby said: "Chief, there is no rebellion, we are all good citizens, good citizens."

Dugu proposed to marry him when he heard someone say that he is a good citizen, he felt embarrassed and made himself look like a Japanese devil.He waved his hand: "Continue to register!"

The gentry was helped aside, some flatterer brought him water and fanned him, it took him a while to recover.The arrogance naturally disappeared, and he obediently registered five servants.

When Fu Buer saw this live drama, he still felt very happy in his heart. In the past, these gentry had eyes on their foreheads, and they were not the same in front of "Kunren".

"Look at the world today—" The sour scholar who walked by wanted to say something, but was pulled by the people around him, "You don't want to live anymore!"

Fu Buer didn't know what this meant, so he walked over on his own.

At Bairentan, Fu Buer stayed for a while when he was a prisoner. At that time, he squatted in a straw shed for dozens of days in the barbed wire circle outside the gangster's stockade.I will come again, I don’t recognize them at all, houses have been built everywhere, the houses are all made of red bricks and red tiles, although the style is not the same as the local ones, but they look solid and beautiful, compared with those of my own family Uncle Fu Yousan's house is very simple.The streets of the market are paved with bricks and stones, and there are many shops along the streets.There are a lot of pedestrians on the street, there are people who come to the market to buy things, and there are many real and fake people walking and talking among them.Fu Buer saw it fresh, and asked the clerk in the shop: What is this place? The clerk looked at him like a fool:

"This is Dongmen City, you didn't even know you were here?"

It turns out that this is the famous Dongmen City!Fu Buer knew this place, and he even sent long-term workers here to sell grain and pound rice.He knew from the mouths of the long-term workers that this place is very prosperous, there are cheap salt and many good things to buy, and there are big houses that have never been seen before.

While looking around, someone came over and asked, "Are you the representative for the meeting?"

"Yes, yes, I am from Meiyang Village." Fu Buer hurriedly pulled the paper on his chest to show him.

"I'll take you to your residence." The visitor was very polite.

Immediately took him to the inn.The inn is newly built, a grand two-story red brick house, and there are many corridors and stairs in it that make him dizzy, especially the doors in the corridors, there are simply countless. He lives in a double room with two beds. The bed, and the candlesticks in the room are thoughtful and convenient.

(End of this chapter)