Since childhood, the courtyard has always been a kind father, a filial son, a kind son, a kind brother, a kind brother, a kind servant, and a kind servant. How could I have seen such a situation? From the fishing village, what I saw and encountered were clear in good and evil, and the way to get along with each other was simple and straightforward, but this housework was really at a loss. It was not just standing or sitting, it was just embarrassing.

"I usually think that she is just a little selfish, so I endure her. Today I realize that she has no intention to enter our Liu family's door!" Liu Qingchuan didn't know whether he was talking to himself or saying to Qin Mufeng, "I didn't expect that he would actually talk to his mother like this, and would ignore his own flesh and blood, and throw him away!"

"No, Uncle Liu, I should have come to my house without saying hello." Qin Mufeng felt guilty. After all, this was caused by him. "It hurt my aunt and made Huan'er so miserable."

"Don't say that. Now it seems that this matter will happen sooner or later. Your appearance is just to advance the matter, or it was God's arrangement. If it weren't for you, I might not be ashamed to see the brothers of the Qin family in the future." Liu Qingchuan sighed, as if he had taken off a heavy burden. "It's my fault to say that. The land deed of the land was in the hands of Zong Yao. Because there was no land deed, it was a bit inconvenient for the official family to investigate, so he asked Zong Yao to send it over, but he didn't expect that she would be thinking about it."

"It's okay!" Qin Mufeng hurriedly said, "We can't use it either."

"Xiaofeng, you should understand the principle of 'being trusted by others and being loyal to others', so I will find a way to do this land deed." Liu Qingchuan said firmly.

"I still have something unknown. Uncle Liu, you have a deep skill, why would you rather live in a corner?"

"It's just the ability of a farmer, but to be honest, everyone has their own way of living. I have lived a dull life since I was a child. That's why your father asked me for help."

"Okay, Xiaofeng, don't think so much, just stay in peace. Your aunt and your Uncle Liu are cleaning your room." Lu Yihan comforted her crying child. Qin Mufeng refused quickly. This was already happening. He felt embarrassed, and he was also a little ashamed and wanted to escape in panic.

After some push, Qin Mufeng could not resist Qin Mufeng. The three grandparents and grandchildren were persuaded to return after being sent away from a distance.

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The earliest place name of the 28du should be called "Yongfu Township Shangjiang Village". Later, due to the migration and reproduction of the Zhang family, it was changed to "Zhang Family". The appearance of the word "Du" should start with "Wang Anshi's reform". In the third year of Xining of Emperor Shenzong of the Song Dynasty, the capital was established and the capital was established. It was changed to the capital of the village. The eighth capital of Yuanfeng was abolished and the village was relocated. In the Yuan Dynasty, the Song Dynasty was changed to the capital of the capital, and the entire territory of Shengzhou was divided into 55 capitals. This place was classified as the twenty-eight capital of Yongfu Township, so it became a custom, and it was called the village of the 28 capital of Yongfu Township.

It was the 21st day of the ninth lunar month, and there was a busy scene in the village of Erbadu. All the people of the Zhang clan were preparing for the Zhanshan Temple Fair that was about to arrive in two days.

The Zhanshan Temple is famous for a long time, so the annual temple fair is particularly lively (according to the older generation, the Zhanshan Temple Fair held in 28du in ancient times was empty, and the temple fairs in other townships within ten miles and eight villages could not be compared with it), so it took a lot of effort to prepare.

"The person in charge of the village in Erbadu came out for me!" Just as everyone was busy, a group of uninvited guests rashly broke in.

"What's the matter with the young man?" an old man stepped forward and greeted.

"You old guy is in charge?" The young man in charge of the business, sucking his nose and saying domineeringly.

"The patriarch took people to buy corn candy when he was there. Just tell me what kind of thing. I don't know what the young man calls him?"

"Don't tell me anything false, just say whether you can do anything in this village or not, and there is no need to say anything else!"

"What kind of thing do you talk about first before I know if I can make the decision." The old man said with a smile.

"I'll be interested in the corridor at the entrance of Zhongcun. As long as I give it to me for three days, everything will be easy. Otherwise, I think I'd better not do this temple fair this year!" The young man's mouth was raised and his hatchet was waving in the air, and his proud look appeared on his face.

The road corridor is a simple building for pedestrians to rest and shelter from the wind and rain when they are tired from traveling. However, the road corridor in Erbadu Village has dedicated people to make tea and water all year round to relieve heat and quench thirst and keep the cold warm. It is like a teahouse. Young people have to take over for three days, which is obviously aimed at the passenger flow during the temple fair.

"Even if the village chief is here, he can't make a decision. That's the industry passed down by our Zhang family in Zhanshan. It has been nearly four hundred years since then. Even if we are from the Zhang family, we can't tell who we belong to," the old man's face did not change his expression. "And this corridor has always been used to receive passers-by. A penny has never been collected for tea and water supply. Even if you take over for an hour, it will be contrary to the traditions of the village."

"Okay, then you're asking for it!" Seeing that the young man couldn't reach an agreement, he raised his hatchet and made a gesture to chop it. Seeing this, the tribe members gathered around him and looked at the young man's hand nervously. On the contrary, the old man still smiled on his face, just calmly.

"Swish~" the hatchet came to his head, and everyone exclaimed. Several tribe members rushed forward to pull the old man back. Unexpectedly, the hatchet swung violently in the air and turned to the old man's arm to slash. The blade left a terrifying cold light, which came so fast that no one had time to react except for the unconscious screams of women and children.

"Hmph!" A cold snorkeling came into his ears. Everyone was startled and then opened their eyes. There was no bloody scene in their impression. Instead, the young man had been pulled away by a boy he had never met.

"Who!" The young man felt that he was being carried back, and he felt that his face was broken, his face was flushed for a moment. He didn't know if he was being snatched or angry, but he heard him shouting: "Cut him!"

The seven subordinates brought by the young man looked at each other, each with their own concerns. When they looked at the villagers of Erbadu, they also looked at the young man with a gaze, "It seems that this kid is not from the village." Someone said that, and the subordinates felt relieved and started to siege them together.

The young man was calm and unafraid when facing these seven people. He used his body technique to dodge left and right, but one hand still tightly held the young man's collar. For a moment, one was as fast as a monkey, jumping up and down, and the other was controlled by others, completely unaware of where he would be thrown to the next moment.

As he moved, he heard a scream of "ah". The young man who was thrown to the point of turning toward his head was sturdy and was rubbed hard. He held his stomach and rubbed it. He kept screaming and scolding. Before he could recover from the pain, he was thrown into pieces again.

This gave the young man an inspiration and wandered in the battle circle with this "meat shield". Whenever he encountered an offensive, he threw it in front of him. The offensive that was originally coming from all directions gradually lost its due momentum because of this layer of concern. However, the young man became more and more brave as he fought. He kept pushing, kicking, and slapping the face, making people angry and angry, and he couldn't say anything about his suffering.

After a few round trips, the seven people had given up resisting and were helplessly fiddled with them. Before they knew it, the young man stood still. Who was it if it was Qin Mufeng?

"Next!" Qin Mufeng called out to the young men and threw out the young men who were already surging in their hands. The seven men couldn't react in time, but they saw a black look in front of them. Then with a "puff", they were knocked to the ground by the leading young man who was thrown. The eight young men piled together like stacks of arhats, each of whom was anxious to get up, but they were restrained by each other and could not succeed.

"I count to ten and disappear here, otherwise I will break your legs!" Qin Mufeng said coldly with his hands on his back. "One and Two" eight people struggled harder and harder to get up when they heard this. "Three and Four" three people who were pressing down at the bottom broke free from the constraints and stood up tremblingly. They felt their whole body sore, and they seized the time to stretch. "Five, let's jump to count." Qin Mufeng teased, "Six and Eight", the three people who crawled out ran out in a flash, and then two people stood up, regardless of the remaining three companions, fled in panic.

"Sher~ Should I count nine or dozens of them behind eight?" Qin Mufeng picked up the hatchet that fell on the ground, and the previous pride of the young man in the head was hanging on his face. The two of them got up and ran away without looking back, leaving the young man in the head who was still a little dizzy.

"You dare!" The young man in charge sat up suddenly, "I am from Qiu Jia Jingtoufang!" The onlookers were surprised when they heard this. Qin Mufeng turned his ears and turned his hatchet and tapped his calves lightly with the back of the knife, as if he was looking for a hit, which scared the young man so much that he shook his whole body.

"Slow!" The old man surnamed Zhang suddenly spoke, "Young Master is working hard, let him go."

"Yes, let him go." The onlookers also pleaded with each other. Qin Mufeng was puzzled, but since he was just a lesson, he still obeyed everyone.

Seeing the last man stumble and ran away, the old man and other tribes thanked Qin Mufeng, and finally told him the whole story: it turned out that the two tribes of the Chongren Qiu Yimen and the Zhanshan Zhang family have been in good terms for hundreds of years, and the tribes have been married for generations, so today's things are just that the young man is confused and going on a wrong path.

"If that knife hit me, I would suffer. Qiu Jia knew that this matter would definitely be severely punished because of his family style." The old man said, "Thanks to the timely action of the young master to stop a meaningless dispute and let the boy learn a lesson."

"So that's it," Qin Mufeng suddenly realized. He thought that the young man had asked to leave the house and was afraid of the tribe, but he did not expect it was out of such a kind and righteous heart. "What does the 'jingtoufang' mean when he said?"

"When fighting, everyone lifts the tree Shangyi House, and wears the beard and feathers in the back door hall." The old man laughed at the street children's rumor, "The clan has a large number of people, so the living areas are divided according to the ranking of their ancestors, called the 'fangtou'. After breeding and refining, each house has its own characteristics. In the Qiu Yimen, descendants of the Jingtoufang branch often use hands to solve problems, so they often fight and test injuries. People lift trees refer to the Shangyi House family, which is a steady lineage, willing to help others, and farm honestly. There are many people who have become talented in the back door hall. If you become an official, aren't you wearing the beard and feathers in the back door hall!"

When fighting, everyone was in the house of the well head, and everyone was carrying a tree to the house of Shangyi, and wearing a beard and feather back door - a simple and unpretentious rumor that fully expressed the characteristics of various branches of a clan, and the language wisdom of the working people is often like this.
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