Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

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

She said, "No matchmaking, no employment, no witnesses, and no marriage certificate. You just snatch 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 didn't care about this issue at all, and he didn't even think about it.

If another person is entangled here, the second master will definitely have to harden his fist and speak with force.

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

There is a good saying: I practice martial arts in order to make people calm and 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 gritted 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 things that I have identified with Feng Yidao."

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

The tears on Yun Niang'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 in you.

Feng Yidao's eyes dimmed, disappointed.

He 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 blushed suddenly.

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

Feng Yidao 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 Lingdao: "Black Tiger Village? Isn't it Black Insect Village?"

Wind Blade:  …

Can't talk about this anymore.

There is no way to talk, but if you want to solve some problems, you must continue to talk if you need to talk.

Can't have another fight?

It's a pity, crushing the game, playing for nothing, and giving it away.

Everyone understood this truth, so Cheng Ling talked with everyone present - in addition to following the wind, but also including Xi Niang, the bearer, the bandits in Heizongzhai and others, 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 official records, there is actually a simple sentence about these villages deep in Tongding Mountain: the mountains are far away, there are several villages, there are eighty-nine households, and there are two people in the village.

It is only when the tax is paid every year that the government will send yamen soldiers to deal with these two lizheng. 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 tax and grain collected were too much beyond the limit of the local villagers, 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 away and the marching is difficult.

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.

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

Three words: and mud.

That's right, it's just 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.

To put it simply, I can't handle you, but I can hold the news.

Some people, in order not to affect their political performance and not to cause troubles that are difficult to handle, 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 conflicts with the mountain people, and died, the county magistrate would report "damaged by Meng beasts", and the mud would be dead.

Human life is too contemptible, and sometimes it is not only the low-level commoners who are taken lightly, but the low-level officials as well.

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

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

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 can we say that poor mountains and bad waters make troublesome people?

There is also a saying called "Cang insinuating the truth and knowing the etiquette".

Human nature is like this, and 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 govern to the extent that it does not pick up things on the road and does not close its doors at night, it is probably really rich.

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

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

Black Insect 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 the grass fell on the mountain.

After the grass is fallen, the fields will not be planted, and the taxes will not have to be paid. Everyone has become a black household, so wouldn'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.

Not only are they not afraid, but they also have the same sturdiness 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 bullshit 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 was the beginning of the grievance between Qishan Village and Heizongzhai.