After getting new military and political ideas, Wang Xianzhi took everyone to discuss follow-up work.
Before leaving, he bent down to Wu Qiudao, clasped his fists, and asked: "I would like to ask the immortal, although I am too old to practice, can we, the rebel soldiers and civilians, be allowed to come and observe courses other than spiritual practice."
"Okay!" Wu Qiudao also asked, "How about the Children's Camp becoming independent and under my command in the future?"
Wang Xianzhi stopped for a moment, and then replied: "Yes! In the future, Wang will send more homeless prisoners of war and orphans to the children's camp."
Wu Qiudao glanced at Wang Xianzhi, this guy was very kind, and said with a smile: "Good."
Wang Xianzhi nodded and no longer discussed the details of eradicating the rural landlords and gentry with this strange immortal. In terms of killing people and confiscating their homes, he was confident that he was no worse than anyone else.
Zhang Huan is a well-known filial son from Gaishakou, Bagongqiao, Kunwu County. He has been very filial as long as he can remember. His father died young and his mother did not remarry. Instead, she worked hard to bring him up until he was twelve years old.
According to his mother, his name was Zhang Huan because his father was very happy to find a wife, so he made an appointment with his mother. Regardless of whether he was a boy or a girl, the first child born would be named Zhang Huan! The mother said that because his father was alive.
He treated himself too well, so he couldn't bear to remarry and left the child Zhang Huan with his second uncle's family.
Therefore, he has always been very grateful to his mother for her dedication. He is always obedient no matter what her mother says. He never loses his temper. Instead, he is afraid that his mother will be sad and shed tears, so he rushes to do everything. He often helps others herd cattle.
Ask fellow villagers to bring the saved whole grain meals to my mother.
Zhang Huan has loved studying since he was a child, but his family is poor and cannot afford to pay Shu Xiu. The commission his mother earns from doing laundry and cooking cannot support him to study full-time, so he can only deliberately put the cows away when he is herding cattle.
I rushed outside the private school and eavesdropped on the sound of reading in the classroom.
Recently I heard that there was a military disaster in the prefecture. Some rebels were attacking the county town with knives. A few days ago, some rebels even passed the Bagong Bridge. Fortunately, the respected village elders in the town consulted with the richest Deng family and came up with a plan.
Qianliang sent the other party away, and Gaishakou was spared.
Zhang Huan has always sympathized with his mother's hard work. Even though he was only twelve years old, he helped herd cattle, transplant rice seedlings, cut wheat, thresh millet, pull pig grass, and collect firewood. Every different season has different farm work to do, like now.
Autumn is a busy farming season, with a lot of work.
But even though he worked so diligently, the situation at home was deteriorating day by day. First, the elders of the clan suggested to each other that if the Zhang family lost its backbone, and Zhang Huan's grandparents were gone, this land should be placed on
The Zhang Qin family is afraid that it will fall into the hands of other surnames in the future.
So several elders from the clan came and sat at Zhang's house and talked to Zhang Huan's mother for a long time. Finally, they brought Zhang Huan's second uncle over. So the matter was finally settled. The field left by Zhang Huan's father was
My second uncle and several elders in the clan rented it together.
This field was rented out year after year without signing or deeding it or reporting it to the government. The field was still recorded in the name of Zhang Huan's father, so the Zhang family had to pay the tax themselves.
When it comes to rent, the bag of grain that Uncle Zhang Huan carries on his back at the end of each year is not enough to last for a whole year, let alone the harvest when Zhang Qin farmed by himself, and this bag of grain every year
Food was getting less and less. I asked my second uncle, but he couldn't do anything. It was all arranged by the clan.
Food supplies at home were becoming more and more scarce, and most of the tables, stools, pots and pans were sold in the pawn shop, which was owned by the Deng family, the richest family in the village.
These furniture items are supposed to be worth some money, but according to the rules of Gaishakou, they cannot be sold to merchants, so Zhang Qin had to sell the items to Deng's pawn shop, but the pawn shop was unwilling to spend money to buy them, and was only willing to give a little
The deposit is only enough for one day's food.
If you want more, you can, then you have to make a dead pawn. Of course, the amount of the dead pawn is much lower than selling it directly. At first, Zhang Qin wanted to redeem it, but was not willing to directly make a dead pawn.
, and redeemed it after the turnover came over.
But as time went by, she lost a lot of money every time she pawned and redeemed her furniture. Zhang Qin could no longer redeem her furniture, so she also started pawning her dowry. Needless to say, the price paid by Deng's Pawn Shop
Still shockingly low.
Zhang Qin's dowry was all pawned, and she shyly went to her parents' house to borrow some food to live on. However, seeing the house becoming increasingly empty, Zhang Qin's and Zhang Huan's faces gradually became thinner.
Zhang Huan sometimes feels hungry and doesn't dare to tell his mother. He just boils a pot of water and fills his stomach with cold boiled water.
Late at night, Mrs. Zhang Qin often cried in the house. She did not dare to let her son hear her, so she cried very quietly, but Zhang Huan could hear it. He felt uncomfortable in his heart. He felt uncomfortable when he saw his mother crying.
So I never dared to be disobedient, for fear that my mother would be sad and cry alone at night.
He would also cry. When Zhang Qin heard it at first, she came to see Zhang Huan. Zhang Huan pretended that he was having a nightmare. Later, Zhang Huan learned the trick of crying without making a sound, and Zhang Qin never noticed it again.
Zhang Huan was crying.
Zhang Huan was grazing cows again today, and he secretly took the cows outside the private school. There wasn't much grass there, so Zhang Huan always brought the cows here, and the grass wouldn't grow so fast.
Zhang Huan left Lao Niu to graze on his own. He was tired all morning and had been helping others thresh millet. He hadn't eaten a bite yet, so he lay down in the shade of a tree to rest for a while and closed his eyes.
He heard the sound of reading loudly again. Every time he listened to the sound of children reading in the school, he would imagine that if his father had not died, maybe his family would be able to afford a monk now, and maybe he could sit in the school.
Read with those kids.
When he heard the sound of reading, Zhang Huan could forget his own troubles, forget that the rice for cooking tomorrow has not yet arrived, forget that he would hear his mother's cry at night, forget that his stomach was growling, and forget that his second uncle was worried about him.
His attitude became more and more indifferent. In short, he forgot all the things that caused pain to the little boy Zhang Huan.
With a "pop" sound, a slap hit Zhang Huan's face, knocking him directly to the ground. His face suddenly swelled up. The other party's attack was very heavy, for a skinny twelve-year-old child.
Say, it’s really heavy!
Zhang Huan was dizzy. He wiped the nosebleed from his nose and looked up to see that it was Zhang Sanraizi who asked him to herd the cattle. Zhang Sanraizi was a well-known gangster in the village, but he was very successful in the world and got a "
Nicknamed "Zhang San Laizi", no one knows his original name since then.