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Volume 1, Yan Cunzheng, Chapter 7: A whip to show off the power of the horse

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    Along the way, Zijian pulled Zi Baifeng and they walked very fast. When they approached the small mountain village, they slowed down slightly.  Zi Baifeng wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up.  This is a quiet mountain village, somewhat similar to the village Zi Baifeng saw in the ink landscape paintings, but more dilapidated.  Although it is already the turn of spring and summer, whether it is the mountains, streams, or villages, there is still a sense of desolation.  Poor mountains and poor waters.  This was an idea that came to Zi Baifeng¡¯s mind at this time.  He thought of the gray death air covering the jade pieces, and his heart suddenly felt a little heavier.  But the next moment, the sun shone brightly again. He came with the porcelain piece and the power to change everything. That was enough.  Nothing can stop it.  The father and son's "return to their hometown" was not well received.  Xiayan Village is located in the sunshine of Niaoshu Mountain and lives close to the mountain. Most of the families in the village have the surname Yan.  Yan is a popular surname nearby. There are Yancun, Shangyancun, Xiayancun, Dayancun, Xiaoyancun and other villages, which echo each other. These were once a branch of Yancun, and they moved here following the jade mine veins.  Come, but now that the jade mines have dried up, they have nowhere to go.  Zi Baifeng and his son moved from other places, so they lived at the northernmost end of the village, which is the closest to the mountain and the most dangerous place.  If there is a flash flood, their home will be the first to be destroyed. If a wild beast comes down the mountain, their home will be the first to suffer.  There is another house near his house, and that house belongs to Xiao Shitou's family.  Xiao Shitou¡¯s father used to be the best hunter in the whole village. Before Xiao Shitou was born, he went hunting in the mountains and was seriously injured. He was carried back by Uncle Zhuzhu and died not long after.  Xiao Shitou¡¯s mother¡¯s maiden name is Wu, and she is known as the Yan Wu family.  After Xiao Shitou's father died, several of his brothers kicked out the pregnant Yan Wu family on the grounds that Yan Wu's family was incompetent and lived in an abandoned house that was half washed away.  It happened that Zi's father and his son moved from somewhere else. Seeing her pity, they helped her repair her house, so that she did not freeze to death in the cold winter.  Mrs. Yan Wu is also a strong-willed woman. After she gave birth to the little stone, she supported a family by herself and made the little stone grow bigger.  There were two families facing each other, one was a widower and the other was a widow. Many people gossiped about them, so both Zijian and the Yanwu family were careful and did not dare to go too far. However, the relationship between the two families was  We depend on each other and get better and better.  Before Zi Baifeng took the college examination, Zijian took Xiao Shitou to the city with him. However, the stay lasted for more than ten days. In the past, information was not smooth. It was only on the third day that someone came to tell him that Zi Baifeng had fallen ill.  , and now, I really saw a few people, holding Zi Baifeng and Xiao Shitou in my arms, chatting for a while.  Zi Baifeng finally broke free, saying that he still had to find the clan elder to take up his post, and left quickly.  Xiao Shitou also wanted to escape, but Zi Baifeng pretended not to see his pitiful eyes asking for help, turned around and ran away.  Go home, wash up, and put on clean clothes.  There were only two grown men in the house, and there wasn't even a bronze mirror. They filled a basin with water, looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction.  He clapped his hands again, and a seal appeared in his hand. It was the seal of the village leader. He took the seal and the appointment document of the prince and went to the clan elder to take office.  After leaving the door, Zi Baifeng held his head high and walked forward with a square step. He was not going to take office, but to show off his authority.  I ranked first in the college examination and was admitted as a scholar. Why should I enjoy the envy and jealousy of everyone?  But for some reason, there were very few people in the village. Along the way, I saw someone standing there from a distance. After walking past, the person disappeared. Everyone hurriedly closed their doors and hid in a hurry.  Zi Baifeng.  Come out and say hello, call me Scholar, it will make you feel so good that you will die!  Zi Baifeng cursed in his heart, these villagers really don't know how to respect and love each other and need to be educated!  After walking for a while, Zi Baifeng felt that something was wrong. These people were avoiding him like they were avoiding the god of plague, and this was true for both old people and children. It was obvious that someone had already greeted him and established a policy.  This is a mutual advance and retreat.  ?You can count the number of people with this kind of authority on one finger.  There are dozens of families in Xiayan Village, all of whom are related to each other.  The clan elder is the person with the highest seniority in the village and is highly respected. If there are any problems that are difficult to solve in daily life, or there are weddings or funerals in the family, the clan elder will handle the matter.  1 out of 10 villages in the world operates like this.  At this time, the clan elder was holding a riding whip and standing in front of his house. ??????????????????????????????There were about ten people there, all schoolchildren and their fathers from the village.  The little grandson of the clan elder was lying at the entrance of the alley, looking with his head in his eyes. He suddenly shrank his head, turned around and whispered: "Coming! Coming!" "Hurry up, come here, get down!" The clan elder waved his hand, and the darkness overwhelmed the group of people.  They all lay down, old and young in an orderly manner, quickly and accurately, showing that they had been trained several times.  However, some of these people were holding back their laughter, and some were grimacing.  Although the clan elder was old, he was neither deaf nor blind. He pricked up his ears and listened for the sound. When he heard the footsteps of Zi Baifeng, he came to the corner. He swung his whip and hit the grandson with a crack.  Above the butt.  The whip missed his butt, but the little grandson lying on the ground let out a miserable howl and shouted: "Grandpa, spare your life!" Well, his acting skills are good.  The clan elder nodded and saw from the corner of his eye that Zi Baifeng had turned the corner. He immediately shouted: "You still have the nerve to call me grandpa!"  There are more than ten people, who look like great men guiding the country. Although they have white hair, their waists are straight, their voices are like bells, and they are full of energy.  "You unworthy descendants!" The old man pointed at his descendants, "I begged my grandfather to sue my grandma, so I invited a classmate from school to be your teacher and teach you how to read and write. You said, the same  It¡¯s about reading and writing. There are so many of you, but not one of you has been admitted to the academy! Instead, a boy with a foreign surname has been admitted to the academy! " Originally, it was just acting. The more he talked about it, the more he became angry, he waved his whip and said  It hit the little grandson on the butt. This was a real whip. Although the force was not strong, the little grandson lying on the ground felt as if he had been stabbed. He screamed, "Grandpa, you are really spanking me!"  "You're the one I'm going to beat!" The old man waved his riding crop, blew his beard and glared, "I think you dare to run? Get down here! Get down! Xiao Liu'er, you said I provide you with good food and drink all day long?  Looking at you, I don¡¯t expect you to be admitted to any high official, at least you can come back as a scholar! You said that you eat more than a cow and sleep more than a pig. How often do you not use studying as an excuse to hide in  Are you sleeping loudly in the room? Look at me!" "Hi!" Another whip.  "Ouch!" There was another howl.  "Howl again! Howl again and I'll beat you to death! Shut up, don't you hear me!" Just now, I just planned to perform a show about riding whip family training for Zi Baifeng to show off his power, but this time it was  The more he talked, the angrier he became. He wished he could really beat his most precious grandson to death.  But I don¡¯t know who doted on it the most at the beginning. He held it in his mouth for fear of melting, held it in his hand for fear of falling, and his father couldn¡¯t even scold him.  After beating his sixth grandson, it was really heartbreaking and painful. He glanced sideways and saw Zi Baifeng standing not far away, then turned around and walked over with a whip, smiling broadly.  He smiled and said: "Ah, it turns out he is a scholar. I didn't greet him from afar, so I'm rude" The old man also went to a private school seriously when he was young, but he had a bad temper, even worse than his grandson, and he didn't know a few Chinese characters.  But at least I learned some etiquette.  "Old man!" Zi Baifeng gave a serious salute, and he insisted on the gift of a younger generation. "Old man, you should call me Bo Feng. It really offends me." The old man narrowed his eyes, and his father and son came from Zi's house.  From the beginning of this village, the old man was the patriarch of the village. When the son and his father wanted to settle here, it was the old man who came forward to help them get a loan, and then they really settled down.  But since Zi Baifeng started studying, he gradually became disgusting.  This old man's white hair is meticulously combed. Although he is older and his face is much shriveled, his chest is still broad. He still has the majestic appearance of digging for jade in the mountains and fishing for treasures in the water. He can still vaguely see the best jade craftsman in the entire Mengcheng.  style.  Back then, who in the entire Mengcheng area didn¡¯t know his demeanor, Yan Laowu?  Going up mountains to dig for jade or going into water to hunt for treasures is not a safe job.  At the beginning, Yan Laowu had three great achievements: tearing tigers alive, capturing anacondas alive, and having five sons. When people from all over the country mentioned Yan Laowu, no one would give a thumbs up and praise him.  Last call, good man!  It's just that jade is now rare, and it's hard to make a living by looking for jade. The hero is getting older and his physical strength is not as good as it used to be.  What's even more pity is that each of the five sons is not as good as one. The only pride of the old man now is that he has controlled this mountain village for decades and everyone lives in harmony and love each other.  As long as he doesn¡¯t die, no one can challenge his authority!  Although he is old, he is still a lion. At this moment, a young lion cub broke into his territory and tried to snatch his dominance.  What's even more irritating is that he brought this little lion on his own, so how could he not be angry?  In the past few years, his health has been getting worse day by day. I don¡¯t know why, but he started toBut he suddenly became energetic, as if his youthful strength had returned, and his fighting spirit was even more fierce. Even if there was another tiger in front of him now, he would still have the strength to tear this tiger apart again.  "Don't dare!" The old man squinted his eyes. Although he was old, his eyes were still as sharp as before. Zi Baifeng was frightened when he saw him.  Zi Baifeng could see that there was a faint light shining on the old man's body. It was the spiritual light emanating from the depths of his blood, and it was the aura spontaneously produced by the human body.  The spiritual energy in the old man's body is stronger than that of ordinary middle-aged people, and he truly lives up to his reputation.
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