"Are they all tenants of the farm?" Han Qian asked.
"Ah?" Zhao Kuo was slightly startled and replied, "Old man Zhao is a tenant of the farm, a little bastard from his family. He has been caught several times and has refused to change his ways. Master Fan said that if he sees them poaching in the mountains again,
, send them to the county government to deal with them."
Han Qian looked at the stubborn-looking young man and asked, "What's your name?"
The young man frowned and ignored Han Qian.
"Young Master, my little bastard's nickname is Zhao Wuji!" The older hunter kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, "We will never do it again, please Young Master, give us a way to survive!"
"Zhao Kuo, let me ask you something. In your eyes, do you think that everything in Zhuangzi is all decided by Master Fan, and my words can't count at all?" Han Qian turned around and stared at Zhao Kuo's face.
Eyes asked.
"..."
Zhao Kuo was slightly startled, and then stammered for a while,
"Young Master, what are you saying? Master Fan is also afraid of disturbing you, Young Master, because you are studying and living up to the master's trust. Furthermore, everything in Zhuangzi is all about dealing with these cunning and untouchable people. Master Fan is also afraid of disturbing you, Young Master."
Lack of experience, deceived by these untouchables..."
"Okay, no need to say more, as long as what I say can be taken seriously,"
Han Qian stopped Zhao Kuo's words and said,
"Since Mr. Zhao and his son are tenants of the farm, except for the period when the mountain is banned, they can only pay a proportion of what they hunt from the back mountain to the farm in proportion to the land rent. What kind of gift should be given to the county government and the farm?
Do you have to make everyone know about the things here that my Han family is incompetent?"
Unexpectedly, the usually surly young master not only refused to investigate Zhao Laoguan and his son for poaching in the mountains, but also relaxed the ban on the tenants of the farm. Zhao Kuo narrowed his eyes and looked at the young master Han Qian.
Say something.
"You can shoot down the goshawk, which shows that your archery skills are good, but it is a pity that you don't have a good bow. This black cloud bow is useless in my hands. I will give it to you today." Regardless of what Zhao Kuo might think, Han Qian will
Heiyun Bow was taken out from the bow bag and handed to the young man.
The young man is a good archer, so he can naturally see the extraordinary features of the Black Cloud Bow. However, even if the young man is not familiar with the world, he still feels that Han Qian's sudden gift of a good bow is too abrupt, and he looks at the Black Cloud Bow in Han Qian's hand in confusion.
, hesitatingly not reaching out to pick it up.
"How did this happen? How did this happen?" Zhao Laoguan said in panic.
"The Qiuhu Mountain Villa belongs to the Han family. Except for my father, I keep my word here, but there is no guarantee that some disobedient slaves in the Villa will come to trouble you. This bow is a token!" Han Qian said, without explanation.
Put the black cloud bow into the young man's hand.
"Thank you so much, young master." Zhao Laoguan saw that he could not resist, so he took the young man and kowtowed to Han Qian to thank him.
Han Qian laughed and said, "I'm going to be rude this time, pick a few prey and take them back to the villa?"
"Young Master, you choose." Zhao Laoguan knelt on the ground and said.
"Stand up and speak, don't kneel down all the time. Are you tired of talking?"
Han Qian walked over, helped Mr. Zhao up from the mud, and picked up two golden pheasants whose wings had been shot off and were still flapping, and said,
"Okay, I collected the rent for these two pheasants, and you can take the rest back. If you hunt any good things in the mountains in the future, remember to pay half of it to the villa - you go back and tell the other tenants the same thing,
This is the rule set by me, Han Qian."
Seeing the Orion father and his son leaving with the prey on their backs, Han Qian threw the two golden pheasants to Zhao Kuo and said, "I whipped you twice just now. Take these two pheasants back and use them as rewards for riding with me in the afternoon."
Watching Zhao Kuo pick up the two golden pheasants in a muffled voice and lead the horse in front, Han Qian thought to himself, if Zhai Xinping, the man in the dream, was in this situation, he would do the same thing, right?
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When we returned to the east courtyard, it was already dark.
Han Qian washed his hands and face, changed into dry clothes, and walked to the dining room of Xikuoyuan. The food was still prepared as at noon. All the ingredients were prepared in the villa. It was not a variety, but it was definitely fresh. It was just food.
The amount has been greatly reduced.
It was obvious that Fan Xicheng did not take his words seriously at all and had no intention of asking Fan Dahei to come over and dine with him.
Yao Xishui poisoned the wine to create the illusion that he died of a sudden illness. Speaking of which, Yao Xishui and the people behind her didn't want his death to cause too much of a shock. Otherwise, if they had given him a knife that night, he would have died better than anyone else.
All happy.
Han Qian didn't know why the poisoned wine failed to poison him in the end. At this time, he might not have to worry about Yao Xishui or other assassins coming in directly, but he still had to guard against them poisoning him again.
Now that Fan Dahei can't come, who can help him test whether there is any poison in the food?
He had no excuse at this time, so he asked Qingyun to sit down and taste every dish first!
He cursed Fan Xicheng, the old bastard, with a dark face, staring at Qingyun and the cook who was helping to serve the dishes. He suppressed the anger in his heart and did not overturn the table directly.
Stay calm, you must stay calm.
Overturning the food and not eating it was just a temporary measure and could not change his situation. Han Qian thought to himself, what would he do if Zhai Xinping, the man in the dream, was in this situation?
Qingyun and the cook stood aside, not daring to take a breath, for fear that the young master would pick up the dishes on the table and throw them at them. After a while, they saw the young master let out a long breath and said:
"Since I can't invite anyone here, I'll go there myself."
Han Qian walked straight to the North Courtyard.
There are forty or fifty houses built in a scattered pattern in the north courtyard. They are all quite simple, with earthen walls and thatched roofs. If the wind and rain are stronger, the houses will leak constantly.
The North Courtyard was where soldiers and their families lived. It was also used as a kitchen, stables, and storage space. The conditions were limited, and naturally it was far inferior to the East Courtyard where Han Qian and Han Daoxun lived.
It was meal time at this time. Han Qian listened to the noisy sounds and walked through the narrow passage and walked into a small courtyard.
An old pomegranate tree is in full bloom. Looking at the smoke rising from the roof on the north side, this should be where the kitchen is.
There are three rooms connected together in the west wing. There are seven or eight square tables, around which fifty or sixty people are sitting, waiting for the banquet to begin. It should be the dining room where the soldiers and servants dine.
In the dining room of the North Courtyard, seven or eight square tables are placed in one room, and they are also divided into three, six, and nine classes.
Fan Xicheng sat alone, facing the window, and could see the stream outside the house. The food on the table was also a bowl of fish, a bowl of chicken, a plate of bacon and a plate of vegetables.
Next, sixteen soldiers were seated at two tables, and eight people at each table shared a large bowl of fish and a large bowl of stewed chicken. There was no bacon, but there was a large bucket of green vegetables, and there were not many stars of camellia.
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The rest were servants and servants, sitting around four large tables. There were only green vegetables and black pickled vegetables on the table. There was no white rice, but yellow millet or corn rice.
Han Qian has lived in the villa for more than a month, and this is the first time he has walked into a dining area for servants. He did not expect that the food of the servants is so simple, and the food and rice in front of the servants and the children of the servants are worse than dogs.
Not even as good as food.
No one expected that Han Qian suddenly barged in, and the lively and noisy atmosphere suddenly became silent like a puddle of water being absorbed by a sponge.
There was a big black dog lying in the corner. He felt something strange. He raised his head and saw a stranger coming in. He barked twice, picked up his bab, and arched his back as he was about to pounce on him. He was stopped by a man sitting next to him.
The famous soldier raised his foot and gave it a fierce kick, then he lay back in the corner, whimpering and not daring to show his teeth any more.
At this time, Han Qian saw that the two golden pheasants he had given to Zhao Kuo alone were hanging on the beams of the house. It was obvious that Zhao Kuo had already told Fan Xicheng about what he had just encountered when the hunters came into the mountains to poach.
Dare to monopolize these two golden pheasants.
"Young Master, the tenants in the mountains are so cunning and cunning. If we open the entrance for them to enter the mountains, I don't know what kind of abuse the back mountains will be caused by them."
Seeing Han Qian staring at the two golden pheasants hanging on the beams, Fan Xicheng stood up slowly and said,
"Now that the young master has opened his mouth, the mountain village will not drag Mr. Zhao and his son to the county government for punishment. After the old slave has eaten, he will have other prey brought back. The mountain ban must not be opened lightly. This requirement
Ask the family master for instructions - in addition, the black cloud bow was given to the young master by the family master in the hope that the young master can practice riding and archery diligently, how can he just give it to the son of a tenant?"
Han Qian glanced at Fan Xicheng and asked without giving in: "Zhao Wuji is not very old, but he can shoot a goshawk, and his archery skills are quite good. I still want to have such a person by my side in two days, how about you?"
What does it mean to send people to snatch the prey and take back the Black Cloud Bow?"
"..." Fan Xicheng was slightly startled. He did not expect that the usually heartless young master Han Qian would have such thoughts.
Of course, Fan Xicheng didn't agree with Han Qian's words, but he didn't want to argue with him in front of so many people at the moment.
Seeing that Fan Xicheng remained silent, Han Qian obviously disapproved of him. He turned around and saw other soldiers, either grinning with disdain, lowering their heads or turning their heads to look away. Fan Dahei also lowered his head and huddled in the corner, not looking at this.
Only Fan Wucheng listened to his words, his eyes full of hesitation.
"You have a good sword, show it to me." Han Qian said to a soldier sitting in front of him.
The soldier was stunned for a moment, glanced at Fan Xicheng, then took off his sword, handed it to Han Qian and then shrank back, as if he was afraid that the surly Han Qian would suddenly pull out the sword and stab him.
Many of the soldiers either lowered their heads and stared at the bowls and chopsticks on the table, or clasped their hands in front of their chests and looked sideways with jesting in their eyes. In their opinion, even if Han Qian had a knife in his hand, he could not do much to Fan Xicheng.
; Fan Wucheng's eyes showed a sharp glint, or maybe he hoped that he would take action recklessly.
Han Qian pulled out his knife.
This is a horse-cutting knife that can be used for both foot and horse combat. The blade is narrow and the simple and straight blade gives people a sharp feeling. It is forged from fine iron. The blade leaves fine forging lines, which is very beautiful.
.
Seeing Fan Xicheng secretly on guard, Han Qian took the knife and stabbed the big black dog curled up in the corner.
The big black dog obviously didn't expect that his two barks would lead to death. When he saw the knife coming towards him, he jumped up suddenly, but he was still half a beat slower. The knife penetrated directly through his abdomen. He bowed his body and struggled.
He was about to bite Han Qian's wrist, but Han Qian threw him out with the knife. He fell into the mud in the corner, struggling and whimpering, blood gurgling out, and it soon became a pool.
"The old dog we keep at home dares to bark at its owner. He really deserves to die!" Han Qian wiped the blood on his wrist with a handkerchief and said to Zhao Kuo, "Go skin this old dog, chop it into pieces, and stew it.
A litter of dog meat to satisfy everyone’s cravings…”
Everyone was dumbfounded. The young master Han Qian had a bad temper and stabbed Mr. Fan with a knife. They were not surprised at all. They were waiting for the young master to be taught a lesson by Mr. Fan, but they never expected that Han Qian would do this.
Fan Xicheng was so angry that he was shaking all over. In the past, when Han Qian pointed at his nose and scolded him as an old man and an old bastard, he had never been so angry.
Zhao Kuo stood up and looked at Han Qian and Fan Xicheng, as if he couldn't make up his mind.
Han Qian walked straight to Fan Dahei and sat down at the dining table where the soldiers were dining. He picked up the chopsticks and put the rice into his mouth. He picked up the vegetables and ate it. After half a bowl of rice was put in together with a bunch of chicken, fish and vegetables.
In my stomach, I saw that everyone else was still standing or sitting without moving, so I waved the chopsticks in my hand and greeted:
"It's too boring for me to eat alone in the east courtyard. From now on, I will eat with everyone here on the big pot stove. There is no need to prepare meals for me alone. You all stand there without moving your chopsticks. Do you want to wait for General Zhao Kuo?"
Is that old mutt stewed and eaten as dog meat?"
Fan Xicheng rolled up his sleeves with both hands, and the veins on his exposed arms were pulsing slightly; he remained silent, and the others also scoffed and responded to Han Qian.
Han Qian continued to put the food into his mouth, chewing the food, and said to Fan Xicheng slowly:
"Mr. Fan, what you just said makes sense. If there are no restrictions and the tenants are allowed to go into the back mountains to hunt and chop wood at will, they will definitely be ruined. But I have already said what I said. At this time, Mr. Fan
If we really want to send someone to snatch the prey back from Mr. Zhao, in the eyes of these tenants, they may not be able to figure out whether the farm belongs to the Han family or the Fan family. In this case, I'm afraid it won't be very good.
?Or maybe, Mr. Fan, do you really have other ideas?"
"Young Master is too worried, how dare I have other ideas?" Fan Xicheng said through gritted teeth.
"That's good. I also know that Mr. Fan is loyal to my father and my Han family. He takes care of me because he doesn't want me to get into trouble. I don't even know this." Han Qian put the food in the bowl.
After finishing eating, he put down his bowls and chopsticks and went back to the east courtyard without looking at anyone else.
Watching Han Qian walk away, Fan Xicheng was so angry that he was shaking all over, and it took him a long time to sit back at the dining table in front of the window.
Fan Wucheng suddenly stood up, took off the sword from his waist, threw it on the table with a clang, and said angrily: "Even if you are the head of the family, you treat your father with courtesy, and there is never a time when you say something bad to me - the young master.
It's too much of a deception. Is it possible that in the eyes of the young master, we are really just like this dog, who looks impatient and stabs us to death?"
"Have a meal!"
Fan Xicheng glared at Fan Wucheng and told him to stop talking nonsense, but he picked up his chopsticks and looked at the four dishes that he had at his own table. Thinking of what Han Qian had just said, he would have to share the table with his soldiers sooner or later, and there was nothing he could do about it.
After swallowing all this food, I was really filled with anger. I threw my chopsticks on the table with a "pop" sound and said,
"If you don't want to eat, take all these and share them!"
"Dad, what should I do with the big black dog? Should I chop it into pieces, stew it and eat it now?" Fan Dahei asked stupidly.
"...Eat, eat, eat, you have to know how to eat. Do you have to chop off my old bones and stew them, so that you can eat happily?" Fan Xicheng had the veins on his forehead popping out, and he scolded Fan Dahei from the start.
"Go to the back ravine and find a place to bury it!"
