Four hundred and twentieth chapters credit knife man
A stranger came to Jianzhu Bay.
He was dressed in coarse blue clothes and had a tanned complexion. Depending on his age, some people would believe him if he said he was thirty, and some would believe if he said he was forty. This man entered the village carrying a huge jujube wood box, and then walked around the streets, asking around.
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After a cup of tea, the stranger stopped in front of a courtyard. He stepped forward and gently knocked on the door. After waiting for a while, a woman in her early forties opened the door.
"Aunt Hua?"
"Which one are you?"
"Businessperson, I heard that Aunt Hua has a house for rent?"
Aunt Hua looked the stranger up and down and asked, "Do you want to rent it for a long time?"
"One month."
"Six hundred copper dollars, not including food."
"good."
Aunt Hua stepped aside and introduced the stranger, and then led the stranger to a wing. The wing was extremely shabby, but fortunately it was clean. Except for a bed and a cabinet, there was no other furniture in it.
"This is it."
I thought the stranger would negotiate the price, but I didn't expect it, but he agreed immediately, and then took out a few silver coins from the coil around his waist.
Aunt Hua took it and looked at it and said, "I can't find it."
The stranger was very angry: "Forget it, there's no need to look for it."
Aunt Hua asked doubtfully: "Are you in business?"
The stranger put the box down and opened it, revealing neatly arranged knives of all kinds. There were hatchets, kitchen knives, and horn knives for killing pigs. In addition, there were several fine steel axes.
"Credit knife person?"
The stranger grinned, showing his yellow teeth: "Aunt Hua is very knowledgeable."
Aunt Hua remembered that her kitchen knife was rotten, and she immediately thought: "Okay, then I will lend you one on credit. You can tell me a prophecy."
"Okay, make your own choice." The person who borrowed the knife said without thinking: "When Laomei and Xiao Dongyang start fighting, I will collect the knife."
"Scared, Xiao Dongyang will fight with Lao Mei?"
Aunt Hua was a little hesitant, but in the end she couldn't resist the temptation of the exquisite kitchen knife, so she accepted the terms.
I don’t know since when, there have been people who borrow knives from all over the world. They carry all kinds of knives on their backs. They only sell them on credit. When the customer takes the knife, the person who borrows the knives makes a prophecy and waits for the prophecy to count.
Come back and collect the money for the knife. And this money will definitely be much more expensive than buying a knife normally.
There are rumors that the people who borrow swords originated from the selling business in the Song Dynasty, and the people who borrowed swords knew astronomy and geography. They regarded Gui Guzi as their ancestor and often made prophecies. They were so efficacious that one word became a prophecy.
Seeing that the person who borrowed the knife narrowed his eyes and said nothing, Aunt Hua became cruel and held the kitchen knife in her arms: "Okay, if there is a fight, you will collect the money for the knife."
"good."
The person who borrows the knife is naturally transformed into a double eagle. This art of disguise can be used to travel around the world, and it is much more powerful than any other disguise art.
The carved Yan Shuangying is a little shorter, just over 1.7 meters tall. His face is yellow and his face is dark. Even if Wang Mintong stood in front of him, he would not be able to detect his identity.
He went into the rented wing to rest for a moment, then put a bundle of knives on his back, turned around and went out. He didn't go far, so he went to the ancestral hall at the entrance of Jianzhuwan Village, put down the knives, and didn't care whether
Some people came here and just observed them intently.
Today's southern Hunan has long been visited by the Northern Expeditionary Army. Due to the efforts of organizational members within the Northern Expeditionary Army, there are peasant associations everywhere.
How can this be done everywhere? Let’s put it this way, a great man has calculated that there are more than two million members of the peasant association in one province in southern Hunan, and it directly affects more than 10 million people.
The reason why we talk about direct impact rather than indirect impact is because when counting members of farmers' associations, only one person per household is counted.
"Knife on credit?"
Yan Shuangying nodded, beckoned the honest man to him, and said, "Fellow, why does this southern Hunan feel so different from other places?"
The honest man squatted down, rummaged for the knife, and said with a smile: "Of course it's different. We have a farmers' association here."
“What is a farmers’ association?”
"When farmers get together, they can help with anything and make decisions on everything." The fellow casually pointed to the only high-ranking household in the village: "Did you see that? The Liao family used to be great, and everything in the village was big and small.
It's up to them to decide. Hey, now you take a look."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
This fellow's language had no logic, he spoke confusingly, and sometimes he even spoke in the language of a wheelbarrow. But after talking for a long time, Yan Shuangying finally understood what a peasant association was.
In the first half of last year, the Kuomintang and its organizations began to plan the Northern Expedition, so some people went to the southern Hunan region first to go deep into the grassroots and mobilize the people.
At that time, Shonan was still in the hands of the warlords, and people did not dare to openly join the peasant association. The peasant association was only a prototype at best.
Its role is just to gather information and lead the way for the Northern Expeditionary Army.
When the Northern Expeditionary Army drove away Zhao Hengti, the peasant association immediately flourished. In just three months, the number of people increased exponentially, and there were 300,000 to 400,000 people gathered at once.
Although the number of people is large, they are still dormant and do not engage in any struggle. They usually help each other. If a family has orphans and widowers and cannot survive, the farmers' association will call for help. If there is another family,
If there is a big or small matter, the Farmers Association will also help to deal with it.
At this time, the Peasants' Association seemed to pose no threat, and was not considered at all in the eyes of the gentry and the Democratic Party.
By January of this year, the situation was different. The farmers' association suddenly grew to more than two million people, covering most of the rural areas in southern Hunan, and directly affecting a population of more than 10 million.
At this time, Tuqiongdiao saw that the peasant association began to fight against the landlords and wealthy landlords.
The big landowners in Jianzhuwan are the Liao family, and there are several small landowners. Eighty percent of the farmers own only 30% of the land, and there are very few homesteaders. Most families cultivate their own land and have to rent land from the landlords to make a living.
There are also a lot of impoverished tenants. It is true that the landowners can do whatever they say. Otherwise, if they don’t lease the land to you next year, you will have to go out to beg for food and your family will be ruined.
But it’s different with the farmers’ association!
If just three or five farmers get together, they may not even be able to be cobblers, and they simply don't have the courage. But when these people get together, it's different. The more people there are, the more courage they have.
Hearing that there was a village outside that took the lead in confronting the landlord Lao Cai and forcing him to reduce the land rent to 30%, the members of the Jianzhuwan Farmers' Association suddenly became interested.
Thirty percent, this is a real number. These days, conscientious landowners have to take half of the rent, and the unscrupulous ones just take 70%. Don’t even think about it. There are 450 million people, and a horse is smaller than
Human life is valuable. If you don’t rent land, there are many people who want to rent land.
Now that they were emboldened, the Jianzhuwan Farmers' Association boldly approached the Liao family and deceived them. It frightened the Liao family and finally reduced the land rent to 30%.
This is an unprecedented victory!
I never thought that the Liao family was not a thing. They promised well, but they sent people to the county town to call the security team.
Dozens of black men entered Jianzhu Bay with guns in hand. A few smart people saw that something was wrong and hurriedly went to the surrounding villages to report the news.
It turned out that the leader of the farmers' association next door in Bujiabazi had some insight and knew that the security team had entered the village with bad intentions. If they waited for them to defeat them one by one, the farmers' association would be doomed. This person immediately connected in series and mobilized more than a dozen people.
The village organized thousands of people and forcibly surrounded the security team in Jianzhu Bay.
The captain of the security team was still showing off his power on his front legs, but he was so frightened that he peed on his back legs. Not only was he shot dozens of times, he was also beaten up, and he ran back to the county town in a state of disgrace.
The farmers who were agitated immediately came to the Liao family to reason, but the Liao family was frightened and immediately kowtowed and promised to reduce the land rent to 10%.
With such a major victory, the peasant associations immediately seized all power in the countryside.
What is the most important thing in the countryside right now? Land!
Relying on the power of their large numbers, the peasant associations gained the power to price land, thus seizing the most important power in disguise. Then naturally, the peasant associations, just like the local tyrants and evil gentry before them, gained all the power in the countryside.
The struggle for water due to spring drought requires coordination by the farmers' association;
The land boundary between the two families is unclear, so we need to contact the farmers' association for coordination;
When a couple quarrels, they have to go to the farmers' association!
In short, all power belongs to the peasant associations.
In just a few months, there were violent storms, and those who obeyed survived and those who disobeyed were destroyed. As a result, the privileges of thousands of years of feudal landowners were wiped out. The dignity and prestige of the landowners were wiped out.
As soon as the man who borrowed the knife left, five or six men with knives and guns came over in a showy manner. Passing by Yan Shuangying, a group of people glanced at him.
Just as the leader was about to say something, he heard a shout from afar, followed by a fat ball rolling over.
"President Zhang! President Zhang!"
The fat ball ran over panting, with a smile on his face, and said humbly: "I heard magpies chirping this morning, President Zhang, could you please give me a cup of tea?"
President Zhang glanced at him with disgust: "Drinking tea? What kind of tea? If you fart, hurry up!"
The fat man responded twice and stretched out two fingers: "President Zhang, I am willing to serve Twenty Oceans. If you don't ask for anything else, please let me join the Peasants' Association?"
"Oh, who wants your dirty money? Don't even think about it! Cao Dahong, if I put my words here, it won't be easy for you to get help from anyone. A bad guy like you deserves to be put in another book."
"This... President Zhang, please be accommodating."
"We can't be accommodating!" President Zhang waved his hand and led the people away.
The fat ball was left there sighing.
In the pre-Qing Dynasty, there were yellow books, which were divided into the main book and the other book. The main book recorded good people, and the other book naturally contained bad guys such as bandits. The main book and the other book were different in terms of taxation and corvee service.
If this fat ball is so fat, he is at least a small landowner. He must be afraid of being relegated to another book. From now on, he will have nothing to do with good things. Who can bear it?
Seeing the people from the Farmers' Association walking away, Fatty Ball stomped his feet and cursed: "You are a bunch of idiots, why are you going against the grain?"
Fatty Ball was suddenly startled when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Yan Shuangying who was borrowing the knife.
Yan Shuangying suddenly became happy: "You can run away if you can't bear it."
Fat Ball cursed: "Run? That's easy to say! My family only has 200 acres of land in total, and I can't collect much rent all year round. If I leave, where will I be able to live in the ocean?" After a pause, Fat Ball pointed.
A wealthy member of the Liao family: "I'm not named Liao, so I can't compare. I saw something was not going well a year ago, so I packed up my things and went to the provincial capital."
The local tyrants and evil gentry were feared. In some places, bad landlords had fierce conflicts with the peasant associations, and as a result, the peasant association led people to ransack their homes.
When the Liao family saw this, they were so frightened that they immediately packed up their belongings and ran to the provincial capital overnight.
Someone has counted that now the first-class big landowners have gone to Shanghai, the second-class have gone to Hankou, the third-class have gone to provincial capitals, the fourth-class have gone to county towns, and the fifth-class... things like Fat Ball, just
Can surrender to the peasant association.
Pang Qiucou was in high spirits for a while. Before leaving, he picked at Sosou and dropped a silver coin to Yan Shuangying. He told him not to tell anyone what he just heard, and then Shi Shiran returned home.
The newspapers at this time were extremely disparaging of the Peasant Association. In a word, it was terrible!
But through Yan Shuangying's eyes, he saw a countryside that was different from that in the north. Without patriarchal rules and local tyrants and evil gentry, it was bursting with vitality. A vitality that was different from previous peasant uprisings in history!
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Swish swish swish~
With a squeaking sound, a huge moso bamboo fell over. The little maid Mo Xiang sneaked over with a hatchet and waved it randomly towards the branches.
After cutting it a few times, he looked up and saw that Wang Mintong had roughly estimated and divided a moso bamboo tree into two pieces. On the hillside, there were a lot of moso bamboo piled up in the reserved area for their bamboo house, but two days later, there were still only tents.
There is not even a shadow of the house.
Mo Xiang opened her mouth and complained: "Miss, where do you think Brother Yan has gone? It's been two days and there is no trace... If he was here, maybe the house would have been built long ago."
Wang Mintong wiped the sweat from her forehead. It is very hot in southern Hunan in March.
"It's better to ask for help than to ask for help yourself. He has already helped us enough. Let's build the house ourselves."
"But--"
"Talk too much, hurry up and cut down the moso bamboo."
As its name suggests, Arrow Bamboo Bay is rich in arrow bamboo, but there are also many moso bamboos in the mountains.
Wang Mintong didn't bother to pay attention to the resentful little maid. She directly picked up two pieces of bamboo and used her light-weight skills to bring them to the tent in a short time.
There was enough bamboo to build a house, so the two began to work.
The problem is that no one knows how to build a house with moso bamboo, so they can only use their imagination. First, fix the four corners of the big moso bamboo, then insert the moso bamboo in a circle, and then tie it with straw rope. After a whole afternoon of work, the two
The little girl looked at the house without windows and roof and began to worry.
"This - it doesn't seem right." Wang Mintong thought thoughtfully.
Mo Xiang squatted down in frustration: "That's not right, this is clearly a toilet, it doesn't look like a house!"
Gululu——
Her stomach churns, Mo Xiang gets up with a pout, and has to make dinner. At this moment, the two little girls have discovered that the pastoral pastoral doesn't seem so beautiful, at least there is nothing left by Yan Shuangying, I'm afraid they won't even eat.
Can't even eat it.
A fire was lit on the stone stove, and rice was cooked in a pot. The little maid Mo Xiang stir-fried a dish with wild vegetables and bacon. The master and servant sat opposite each other and started eating in silence.
After a long time, Wang Mintong sighed and said: "How about... we should wait for Yan Shuangying to come and ask him for help."
Mo Xiang nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, right? I have to trouble Brother Yan."
That night, it rained continuously in the mountains. It was extremely hot during the day and shivering from the cold at night, so the two little girls had no choice but to join a group to keep warm.
In the early morning of the next day, when she saw Yan Shuangying slowly crossing the hill from a distance, Mo Xiang almost burst into tears. She ran towards him like crazy and said, "Brother Yan, you are finally here!"