big song poppi

Chapter 2 0001 [Splash]

Jingdong Road.

Qingzhou, Linzi County.

The scorching sun scorched the earth, and a dense heat wave rose.

Humans and animals were exhausted, and even the chirping of cicadas in the trees seemed weak.

At the east gate of the county seat, two guards leaned against the shade of the gate opening, drowsy.

Not far away, there is a tea shop.

The tea shop is crude, with a thatched shed built in front of the shop, and three or five big men are sitting under the thatched shed, chatting one after another.

"This thief bird, isn't it hot to death man?"

A big man with a dark face spat and opened his clothes with both hands, revealing the colorful tattoos on his body.

A poppy suggested: "Brothers, how about going to the Xiaodong River to play in the water, maybe you can even touch a few fish and have a tooth-fighting sacrifice."

"good idea."

"Go, play with water!"

This proposal was unanimously approved by the other hooligans.

It's just that they didn't act, and all turned their eyes to a tall and strong figure.

He has a handsome face, is more than six feet tall, and has strong muscles. (Note: One foot in the Northern Song Dynasty is about 31 centimeters.)
At this moment, the muscles full of explosive power were soaked with sweat, as if they were covered with a layer of oil, giving them a rough and domineering aesthetic.

On the open chest, there is a tattoo of a tiger descending the mountain, which is breathtaking.

Anyone who reads it will admire it, good man!
Seeing that he didn't speak, the black-faced man who spoke earlier urged: "Second Brother Han, are you going?"

Hearing this, Han Zhen withdrew his thoughts, waved his hands and said, "Go ahead and leave me alone."

Several poppis looked at each other, only thinking that Brother Han was a little strange these two days.

However, they didn't think much about it, perhaps it was because the weather was too hot and people were exhausted.

"Second Brother Han, let's go."

"Go."

Watching the figures of several people leave the city gate, Han Zhen fell into deep thought again.

crossed.

Good news: After crossing, the weapon is very powerful... No, it is a strong body and infinite strength.

It's even exaggeratedly strong, almost reaching the peak of human physique, and there seems to be inexhaustible strength in his body.

Lifting a heavy object of three to five hundred catties is as easy as pie.

Bad news: Time travel to the fifth year of Xuanhe in the Northern Song Dynasty.

At this time, it was only three and a half years before the disaster of Jingkang and the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Moreover, the identity after time travel is a hooligan.

Even though he has a good reputation in Linzi County because of his bold personality and righteousness, he is still a rascal.

Just like the overlord among beggars, he is still a beggar.

In ancient times, the class leap was as difficult as climbing to the sky.

He has the confidence to use the knowledge of later generations to make a fortune, but in this era of rampant corrupt officials, being rich is a sin.

With no background and no official status, he is just a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

As everyone knows, Zhu Yu in the south used Hua Shi Gang to destroy many rich merchants and landlords.

And Jingdong Road, where he is located, is no different.

The point is, even if you have established a family business and established a good relationship, the Jinren will call in a few years, and then everything will return to the original point.

Individuals are too insignificant in the face of the general trend of the world.

It seemed that the only option was to move south with the tide when the Jin soldiers came.

After all, the Southern Song Dynasty lasted for more than 100 years, enough to live a lifetime.

While he was thinking, a woman came out from the teahouse.

The woman is about twenty years old, with a pretty face and a pair of watery peach eyes.

As you walk, the rich millstones are looming under the coarse linen clothes.

When she came to Han Zhen's side, the woman picked up the teapot and refilled a cup of herbal tea for him, and said concernedly: "Erlang, why are you so listless? Could it be that you are sick?"

"It's okay, the weather is too hot, it's boring." Han Zhen said casually, picked up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp.

The woman was worried: "Should I go to the medical center to find Dr. Wang?"

Han Zhen patted his chest, made a dull crashing sound, and said with a chuckle, "It's all right, you don't know my body yet? It's stronger than a cow!"

Looking at his explosive muscles, the woman's peach blossom eyes became more moist, and she said in a tired voice, "Hmph, I haven't seen you coming over these few days."

"Didn't you come today?"

Han Zhen's heart skipped a beat, and he patted the millstone lightly, causing a burst of reproach.

The woman is called An Niang, the proprietress of this tea shop and Han Zhen's concubine.

An Niang is not a widow, on the contrary, there is a man with a child, and a blind mother-in-law.

It's just that the man was conscripted into corvee two years ago, and accidentally slipped down the valley while transporting food and broke his waist.For the rest of his life, he could only lie in bed, eat and wait to die.

The pillars of the family collapsed, the child was still young, and the mother-in-law was blind, and the burden of supporting the family fell on Anniang alone.

Fortunately, she was quick-witted, sold a few acres of land at home, borrowed money from other places, and opened a tea shop in the county town.

It is very difficult for a woman to do business, and she is also pretty, so there are often ruffians making troubles, and even petty officials use various miscellaneous taxes to make things difficult and molested.

Han Zhen helped her a few times, and An Niang was very grateful, and after a few visits, the two of them got along better.

The relationship between the two is somewhat similar to a gangster.

While talking, I saw a yamen servant leading seven or eight archers coming from outside the county.

This group of archers carried food, bedding, and earthen pots and iron pots, and the leader of the yamen even carried three chickens in his hand.

With just one glance, Han Zhen and An Niang knew which family must have been harmed again.

Han Zhen, the yamen servant, recognized him. His name was Liu Yong, and he worked as the head of the county yamen.

After entering the city gate, this group of people came straight to the tea shop.

As soon as he was seated, Liu Yong yelled loudly, "Anniang, bring the plum water quickly, this bird is so hot."

Bitter plum water is the sour plum juice of later generations.

Tea shops not only sell tea, but also sell various fragrant drinks and food according to the season.

After more than 100 years of development in the Northern Song Dynasty, Huizong's diet was very close to that of later generations.

The bittern plum water suppressed by the well water was cold and sour. After drinking a glass, Liu Yong couldn't help but let out a mouthful of turbidity.

Han Zhen glanced at the three thumping chickens on the ground, and couldn't help asking: "Liu Dutou, whose family has suffered a disaster?"

Liu Yong wiped the sweat off his face, and replied: "Wang Manile from Xiaowang Village, this guy came to the Yamen and fled into the mountains with his wife and children last night."

An Niang who was at the side frowned slightly, and asked curiously: "I remember that Wang Yuli was not a fourth-class household, so why should he be accepted by Yaqian?"

Liu Du looked around and said in a low voice, "I just told you two, don't go out and talk nonsense. Wang Yuanwai took a fancy to the several acres of paddy fields inherited from Wang Yili's family, but Wang Yili refused to sell them, so Wang Yuanwai went to Master Xu and called the clerk to classify Wang Yili's family as a third-class household and arrange the Yaqian."

In the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a very wonderful household class system, which divided peasant households into five classes.

The first and second classes are big and small landlords, the third class are wealthy households, and the fourth and fifth classes are poor peasants and tenant farmers.

As for how the division is determined, each state and county is different. In some places, it is based on the amount of tax paid, while in others it is based on the total property of the family.

When the imperial court collected exorbitant miscellaneous taxes and apportioned corvee, in order to take care of the underprivileged households, it implemented the process of going from rich to poor.

The first class and the second class are more frequent, the third class is next, and the fourth and fifth classes are rare or avoided.

At first glance, do you think this policy is not bad, and it takes care of the poor peasants at the bottom.

However, after the actual implementation, it completely changed the taste.

Because you are a second-class household, what you say doesn't count, and what the government says counts.

It is very simple for the officials in the county to harm a family. They just need to go to his home, point to something at random and say that this value is 50 guan, that value is 80 guan, and the total sum exceeds 300 guan, which is a third-class household.

If you reach the third-class household, you can apportion the Yaqian.

Yaqian was one of the many corvees in the Northern Song Dynasty.

To put it simply, it means running errands for the government for free, and you have to pay for your own board and lodging, and at the same time bear unlimited responsibilities.

For example, if the government suddenly raises taxes one day, if Yaqian fails to collect the full amount of tax, Yaqian will have to pay the difference out of his own pocket.

In this case, not to mention ordinary wealthy households, even landlords and wealthy households, as long as they accepted the yamen, their families would be ruined.

An Niang sighed, and muttered in a low voice: "Master Xu has become more and more rampant these years, and the county magistrate doesn't care about it."

"Hey!"

Liu Yong sneered, with a tone of disdain: "He only cares about reciting poems and doing right, drinking and having fun, so he doesn't care about these things, and he won't lose the money for offerings at the end of the year."

It's no wonder that Liu Yong despises it, because in Linzi County, the county magistrate is famous for his clay sculpture Bodhisattva.

Those who are enshrined are aloof, but in fact they have no rights at all.

The real controller is Master Xu.

The reason for this is partly due to the system of the Northern Song Dynasty. Officials can only serve as officials in different places, and a term of three years is a term.

The county magistrates come and go, but the master book and the small officials are always rooted in the local area.

It is also difficult for a dragon crossing a river to fight against a local snake.

Another part of the reason is that the folk customs in Shandong are tough, and it is common for farmers to kill officials and rebel.

When Ouyang Xiu was working in Qingzhou, he made such an evaluation.

Qizhou: Known as Violent Jie
Qingzhou: Pirates gathered in the mountains and forests, and became a patient in the county

Yizhou: The people are fierce and the bandits are happy

Mizhou: The customs are fierce and fierce, and they like to rob
Weizhou: Violent and many bandits...

To sum it up in one sentence, Jingdong Road is simple and honest.

At first, when Changzhi County first came, he was thinking of fighting with Mr. Xu, but since he heard last year that the magistrate of Qiancheng County next door was killed by a group of rogues rushing into the county government office, Changzhi County has become completely honest.

Because, it is rumored that Master Xu and Li Tianwang on Montenegro seem to have some friendship...

The mud bodhisattva is just the mud bodhisattva. Anyway, there will be no less offerings at the end of the year. Once the term of office is over, change places and continue to be the county magistrate.

It's not shabby to earn money.

Seeing a few archers pricking up their ears to eavesdrop, Liu Yong couldn't help but change the subject and said, "Have you ever heard that the emperor of Kaifeng City sealed a stone as a marquis. It is said that it was called Pan...what?"

Han Zhen said, "Pan Guhou!"

Liu Yong patted his thigh: "Yes, it's called Pan Guhou."

"Giving Shitou a marquis, why are the officials so absurd?" An Niang whispered, her expression surprised.

Han Zhen couldn't help laughing to himself, wondering how many ridiculous things Song Huizong had done.

I don't know how the generals of the Western Army who defended their homes and the country on Qinfeng Road would feel when they were given the title of Marquis by a stone.

After drinking another cup of bittern plum water, Liu Yong seemed to think of something, and said, "Han Er, there is a profitable business, do you want to do it?"

Han Zhen frowned: "What deal?"

"There was a wild pig in Xiaowang Village who caused chaos, destroyed the grain fields, and injured several people. The king said that if he killed the wild pig, he would be rewarded ten times."

Shiguan?

Han Zhen sneered and said, "I'm afraid this bounty is not easy to earn."

Wang Yuanwai from Xiaowang Village is a well-known miser in Linzi County.

It is said that once the cook was slapped in public by the king for adding more salt to the dishes.

To be able to make such a master reluctantly offer a reward of ten pennies shows that the wild pig is extremely difficult to deal with, and it must be three or four hundred catties.

In the Song Dynasty, a catty was 660 grams, so the three or four hundred catties at this time are much heavier than those in later generations.

You know, wild pigs of three or four catties are like overlords in the mountains, with rough skin and thick flesh, and their bodies are covered with mud and resin, so they are hard to hurt by knives and arrows.

Being mad is like a chariot, if it is hit by a head, it will hurt the tendons and bones in the slightest, and die on the spot in the severest.

For Orion, they would rather kill a tiger than provoke such a big wild boar.

After chatting a few more words, after resting enough, Liu Yong picked out the smallest chicken and threw it at Anniang's feet: "I forgot to bring money today, so this chicken is equivalent to the tea money."

After finishing speaking, he beckoned the archer to leave.

Looking at the little chick weighing less than a catty at her feet, An Niang couldn't help but smile wryly.

This chicken is too small and doesn't have much meat at all. It's a pity to kill it, so it can only be kept at home.

It's just for Han Zhen's face, otherwise, Liu Yong and others would just pat their butts and leave before changing.

(End of this chapter)