Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

  Mingshan County, on the mountain road deep in Tongding Mountain, Cheng Ling reasoned with the bandits.

  She said: "No matchmaking, no employment, no witnesses, no marriage certificate. You just grab people back like this, even if you set up a wedding hall and worship the world, so what? That's not a serious name."

  Cheng Ling repeatedly emphasized the issue of status. The second master never cared about this issue at all, and he didn't even think about it.

  If someone else was entangled here, the second master would definitely have to harden his fists and speak with force.

   But there is no way, who told this person in front of him that his fist is harder than his?

   There is a good saying: I practice martial arts in order to make people calmly reason with me when they want to reason.

   Now, Cheng Ling has done it. Among the people present, no one dared to speak to her calmly, including the second master.

   The second master looked at the long and narrow machete in Cheng Ling's hand, and gnashed his teeth for a while, but in the end he could only force the anger that overflowed from his heart back into his stomach.

  He held back his anger, raised his head slightly and said, "Since I'm going to the cottage to worship the church, I naturally believe that Yunniang is my wife. There are no uncountable things that I have identified with Feng Yidao."

   After he said that, he turned to look at Yunniang behind him, his eyes softened for a while: "Yunniang, do you believe me?"

   The tears on Yunniang's face had not dried yet. She was wearing a bride's clothes, bit her lower lip lightly, and did not answer for a while.

   She didn't answer him decisively as Feng Yidao expected: I believe you.

  Feng Yidao's eyes dimmed slightly, and his heart was disappointed.

   heard Cheng Ling sigh again: "Look, some people care about what you don't care about, and your sophistry is meaningless. In the end, you don't care, it's just because it's not you who suffers."

   Feng Yidao felt deeply humiliated, and his face flushed immediately.

   He suppressed his voice and temper, but his tone became high: "If you don't marry me, do you really want Yunniang to marry a fool?"

  Cheng Ling said lightly: "Can't she not marry at all? Or can't you find a way to marry her?"

   Feng blurted out: "Impossible! We Black Tiger Village and Qishan Village are feuding, and the people of Qishan Village can't marry their daughters to us in an open and honest way!"

  Cheng Ling said: "Black Tiger Village? Isn't it Black Insect Village?"

  Wind Knives:…

   It's impossible to talk about this.

   We can’t talk anymore, but if we want to solve some problems, we still have to continue talking if we need to talk.

   We can't fight again, can we?

  It’s a pity, crushing the game, fighting for nothing, and giving it away.

  Everyone understood this truth, so Cheng Ling talked with everyone present—in addition to following the wind, he also included Xi Niang, the bearer, the bandits in Heizongzhai, etc. Cheng Ling asked them one by one.

   Through the conversation with everyone, Cheng Ling had a deeper understanding of the local situation and grievances.

  In the records of the government, there is a simple sentence about these villages deep in Tongding Mountain: the mountain is far away, there are several villages, there are eighty-nine households, and there are two people in the village.

  Only when the tax is paid every year, the government will send yamen soldiers to deal with these two rizheng. That's it, this tax has to be collected a little bit, and I don't dare to charge it too hard.

  Because if the taxes and grains collected were too high for the local villagers to bear, these mountain villagers really dared to crowd up and directly beat the officials to death.

   And this kind of conflict, the government is still very difficult to handle.

   After all, the mountains are far and the road is remote, and it is difficult to march.

   It can’t be said that because of such a conflict, a large army was dispatched to conquer the few villages, right? Ordinary county magistrates do not have the right to dispatch the army, so they have to report to the state government and ask Shangguan for help.

And if you don't send a big army, you only rely on the yamen and officials in the county. Haha, if you go to a dozen or twenty, it is usually a result of no return, and if you go more, it will easily cause major conflicts. It didn't end well.

   Therefore, after the convention was established, everyone formed a routine.

   Three words: and mud.

   That's right, it's the mud. Not only after the official-civilian conflict, but even the specific events of the "official-civilian conflict", including the cause of death of the official, have to be with the mud.

   Simply put, I can't do it against you, but I can hold the news.

   In order not to affect their political performance and not to cause troubles that are difficult to handle, some people usually follow a policy of “no matter what” when facing the mountain people in the most desolate places in the county.

  If the people below didn't pay attention to their sense of proportion, had a conflict with the mountain people, and died, the county magistrate would report "damaged by fierce beasts" on the top, and the mud would be dead.

  Human life is too contemptible, and sometimes it is not only the people at the bottom who are taken seriously, but also the officials at the bottom.

  Cheng Ling can't pursue the old things that are too far-reaching, she can only do her best to do what she can and can reach.

  For example, when persuading Nongsang, he went all the way to the farthest mountain, to find a way to find a way out for the people in the deep mountain.

  Yes, in Cheng Ling's view, all these problems point directly to one root cause, that is: poverty!

   They are all poor and troubled, or how about poor mountains and bad waters make troublesome people?

   There is another saying called "Cang to know the truth and know the etiquette".

  Human nature is like this. Ordinary people probably only have the heart to pay attention to etiquette and morality when they have enough to eat, or when they have a way to live. Then if you starve to death, most of the evils of human nature will be magnified invisibly.

   Therefore, if a society can be governed to such an extent that it does not pick up leftovers on the road and does not close households at night, then it is probably really rich.

  It’s a pity that this ideal state basically only appears in literature, and the reality is too difficult.

   Through inquiries, Cheng Ling knew that the conflict between Qishan Village and Heizongzhai was also caused by the word "poor".

   The Black Bug Village is called Shanzhai, and everyone in the village regards it as a gangster. But in fact, these gangsters were originally good people.

  It was because life was too hard, the land was barren, and it was impossible to live at the foot of the mountain, so someone simply covered a roll and went up the mountain to fall grass.

  After the grass is fallen, the fields are no longer planted, and the taxes do not have to be paid. People have become black households, so don't they become "bandits"?

   But there is another problem. Most of the bandits in the stockade were originally from the village. These people have a constant connection with the villagers at the foot of the mountain. Therefore, the people of Qishan Village are basically not afraid of these bandits.

   They are not only not afraid, but also have the same toughness and hatred as mountain bandits.

Yunniang's eldest uncle, the Xi Niang, known as Aunt Sanhua, pointed at Feng Yidao, and said angrily, "It's not a good thing to go up the mountain! When I heard the **** of your boss, we are strong in the village. Lao Li, followed him up the mountain for more than 30 years, and the result..."

  Cheng Ling listened carefully, this is the beginning of the grievance between Qishan Village and Heizongzhai.