In the early morning, Lantian is mysterious and quiet, and you can see the dark Jade Mountain standing there in the distance. It has a long history and can be called strange peaks, jagged rocks, deep valleys, and dotted with clear pools. It is a good place to enjoy the natural scenery.

As "the fortress of Qin and Chu, and the barrier of the three auxiliaries", Yushan has always been a battleground for military strategists. The past dynasties have left the remains of the golden armies and iron horses here. Literati, poets and poets have visited and expressed their feelings, and left three hundred poems.

It was here that Han Yu wrote the famous line "Where is the cloud across the Qinling Mountains? The snow embraces the blue gate and the horse cannot move forward." It is said that the immortal Han Xiangzi cultivated and became an immortal here.

The small Dongyang River flows along the Yushan Mountain. There is a village called Yunjiazhuang by the Dongyang River at the foot of Yushan Mountain.

The Yun family has lived in Lantian for generations, and I heard that during the Tang Dynasty there were even high-ranking officials. An outstanding descendant of the family was named the Marquis of Lantian County, and Lantian County belonged to his family at that time.

There are two Laoye cypress trees standing next to Zhuangzi, with their flaky leaves stacked on top of each other, like two big umbrellas held in front of the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is a place where the ancestors of the Yun family are enshrined. Every year during the Qingming Festival, the Yun family will come here to worship the ancestors enshrined inside.

The past few years have been good, and the Yun family's village has added an oil mill, a brick factory, a battlefield and other businesses. The descendants of the Yun family are living a good life. This year's ancestor worship ceremony was much grander than in previous years, with whole pigs, whole pigs, etc.

sheep, two-foot-long fat carps, geese with ribbons around their necks, chickens with their feet tied to the ground, mountains of snacks, countless boxes of paper money, paper ingots, and bundles of incense candles

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Early in the morning, Mr. Yun, dressed in black clothes, came to the door of the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall was repainted last year, with vermilion pillars, vermilion doors, and an old man with a red face.

Mr. Yun is the current patriarch of the Yun family. Every male in the clan who wants to be included in the family tree after birth has to lift his swaddling clothes and see the little penis before writing the male's name on the family tree and at the same time.

Written on a wooden sign.

The child's parents will happily string up a wooden sign with a red rope and hang it around their child's neck. They will never take it off until the child dies. In the future, as long as the Yun family sees this sign, they will try to help them.

tribesmen.

Over the years, the Yun family members have helped each other, and their lives have become more and more prosperous. The old man of the Yun family feels that even if he goes to see his ancestors now, he can still sleep peacefully.

"Dang!" "Dang!" "Dang!" After standing at the door of the ancestral hall for a while, Mr. Yun, who was immersed in happiness, suddenly heard a sound.

Turning his head, Mr. Yun was shocked.

Someone actually dared to cut down the bamboo forest next to the Yun family's ancestral hall. This is the ancestral hall, and not a single plant or tree can be touched. Especially that bamboo forest, which has existed for who knows how many years. It is said that the marquis who was born in the Yun family was buried there.

In the bamboo forest, the tomb of the Marquis more than ten miles away is just a trick to scare the local masters and touch the golden captain.

Let alone cutting bamboo, any child who dares to urinate in the bamboo forest will be caught and beaten by the adults.

Blatantly cutting down the bamboo forest next to the ancestral hall is almost the same as digging into the ancestral graves of the Yun family.

"How brave! What are you doing? Stop! Stop it!" The old man of the Yun family rushed over and pushed away the man in white who was chopping bamboo.

"What are you doing! Why did you chop down your bamboo? You damn old man." The man in white kicked the old man of the Yun family away and said angrily.

"Uighurs?" Upon hearing the accent of the man in white, the old man of the Yun family immediately became alert.

He remembered Zhang Xianzhong and Li Zicheng during the years when they were making trouble in Guanzhong. They had many Uighurs under their command. These people were the most ruthless and murderous people. When he heard their accents, the memory of that tragic period was immediately recalled.

"Old Master! Old Master! What's wrong with you?" Several young men ran over. They were also participating in ancestor worship. When they saw the old man being kicked to the ground, they immediately picked up sticks and ran over.

"You guys are cowards and dare to hit Grandpa Grandpa, brothers, do it to them!" Helping the old man up from the ground, the younger generations of the Yun family felt like they had been slapped hard on the face.

Actually, at the door of his ancestral hall, someone hit the oldest old man. This was to slap the mouths of the younger generations of the Yun family!

These Uighurs in white clothes did not expect that the descendants of the Yun family would fight when they came up. But they also followed Zhang Xianzhong and fought through many battles. They really couldn't survive in Sichuan, so they thought of returning to their hometown in Gansu to continue messing around.

The younger members of the Yun family were no match for the elites who fought in hundreds of battles. In just a few blows, they were knocked to the ground by the Uighurs.

"Okay! You wait for me, I will use my skills to bully the old Yun family. The ancestral hall has come. There is no one to bully our Yun family." Seeing that they were no match for me, these young people from the Yun family immediately ran away with the old man on their backs. .

"A bunch of cowards! Ignore them and keep chopping. Bamboo is good here. Cut more and sell bamboo poles for money." A few Uyghurs smiled contemptuously and didn't take it seriously and continued to chop bamboo with a hatchet.

If they had left today, perhaps there would not have been a series of big things that happened later.

"Some people cut down the bamboo in the ancestral hall and beat the old man. If you can breathe, follow me and beat those Uighurs."

In the early morning in Yunjiazhuang, such a voice suddenly rang out. Men came out from each house with a penis immediately. They were all members of the Yun family. It was not surprising that their ancestral graves had been dug up.

A few Uighurs were chopping bamboo vigorously. As they were sweating profusely, they suddenly saw a large group of people rushing towards them, whining and shouting, holding bamboo sticks in their hands.

"Fuck me!"

I can't solve the problem of being outnumbered. A group of people rushed over and started fighting without saying a word. When the Uighurs saw something was wrong, they immediately turned around and ran away. If a good guy doesn't eat, these Uighurs are definitely good guys.

Lantian County Magistrate Huang Jun had just had lunch and was preparing to take a nap accompanied by his concubine and do some physical and mental exercises. Suddenly, the grievance drum at the gate of the county government office was beaten with a "dong" and "dong" sound. .

"Who the hell!" When the fire was about to enter the alley, Huang Jun wanted to eat the drummer.

After a while, the little maid who went to inquire came back and said: "Master! It's not good, hundreds of Uighurs came in front of the county government office. They said someone was beaten to death by Yushan Yun's family. Now they are carrying the body. , I came to you to complain."

"What a bastard Uighur!" Huang Jun cursed.

When the Uighurs followed Zhang Xianzhong and wreaked havoc in Guanzhong, Huang Jun's father was beheaded by the Uighurs. The Yun family was usually very respectful, and the factories on Zhuangzi paid a lot of tribute every year. The hatred of the country and the family suddenly surged into my heart. He only thinks that the Yun family has done a good job.

After getting dressed in a hurry, Huang Jun rushed out with a group of government servants.

"Sir! The people in Yunjiazhuangzi beat us to death...!" Hundreds of Uighurs in white clothes were shouting at the gate of the county government office. One of them, an old guy wearing a white hat, turned to Huang angrily.

Jun roared.

"Shut up! Who are you? You don't bow to me when you see me, and you dare to point your finger at me. What do you want to do? Rebellion? Oh! By the way! I remembered it. During the Chongzhen period, you followed Li Zicheng and Zhang Xian

Zhong rebelled once. What? In the new dynasty, I want to do it again.

Let me tell you Uighurs, the general is fighting in the northwest, and he is fighting you Uighurs. Now the general is victorious in every battle, and has captured Hami. If you want to rebel, hum! The general's Liao army will crush you.

I'm a fan." Huang Jun had no intention of listening to them.

"They killed our people, and the bodies are here. You are the county magistrate and you must uphold justice." The leading elder glared at Huang Jun.

In recent years, the backbone of the Han people has become stronger because they have had great commanders. Not only have ordinary Uighurs been squeezed out, but even the Uighur businessmen and Uighur landlords have been severely squeezed by the Han people. Compared with the prosperous days of the Han people, the life of the Uighurs

It was a prosperous life.

As an elder, he thought that the county magistrate would at least do something superficial to stabilize the mood of the Uighurs. However, he did not expect that the county magistrate did not care about the dignity of the Uighurs at all.

"What kind of justice do you want? You Uighurs will rebel whenever trouble comes. The so-called national troubles will lead to chaos! Let me see, you Uighurs will die one by one. Get out! Get out of here. If you continue to gather together to make trouble like this,

Son, I will mobilize my troops and kill you all." Huang Jun pointed at these Uighurs and shouted sternly.

He poked his finger directly into the elder's face, as if not doing so was not enough to show his official authority.

"You...!" The elder was so angry that his blood surged and his face turned red.

This time, I originally wanted to vent my anger for the fellow believers and take the opportunity to express my grievances about the exclusion of the Uighurs. However, I did not expect that the county magistrate was so rude.

"You dare to point your finger at me. I think you really want to rebel. Come here and arrest this old guy." Huang Jun didn't like these Uighurs at first, but when he saw that the Uighur elder was so rude this time, he immediately took the order.

Arrest people.

Anyway, these Uighurs don’t pay any price. They don’t even eat pork on weekdays. They are incompatible with the Han people and are an extremely unstable factor. Huang Jun is eager to beat these people’s arrogance. It’s his grandma’s! They actually dare to lead people to besiege the county government.

No matter what, it's worth it.

"You! Dog Officer...!" The elder was so angry that his eyes protruded and his beard trembled. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Elder! Elder!" A group of believers gathered around the elder, preventing the guards who looked like tigers and wolves from arresting the elder.

"Grandma! It's treason, it's treason. Go and ask the guards to come and arrest these people." Huang Jun saw that the Uighurs dared to arrest them. He immediately shouted and asked people to ask the guards to arrest them.

"The officials of the Han people are unreasonable, let's fight with them. The true God will protect us!" Someone among the Uighurs shouted, and all the Uighurs shouted "Ao" and "Ao".

The Uighurs all believe in Zoroastrianism, and the elders have a very high status in their hearts. Now they are so angry that the Han officials are vomiting blood, and the anger of all the Uighurs has been ignited. Over the years, they have been marginalized and looked down upon by the Han people. There are even Han people carrying pork.

Travel through the Uighur settlement!

The wells shared by the Han and Uighurs were always used to wash the pork. These were intolerable to the Uighurs, but the Han people were so powerful that the Uighurs had to endure it.

"Bah!" Seeing the crowds of hundreds of people raging, the catcher screamed inwardly. Unlike the county magistrate, he was hanging out on the streets all day long, so he knew that these Uighurs were already filled with anger.

The county magistrate didn't understand the elder's status among the Uighurs, but he knew it clearly. Now that he saw the Uighurs, he almost went crazy. He felt that something was wrong. He pulled out his revolver and fired a shot into the sky.

The sound of gunfire made the Uighurs calm down immediately. Although there were many of them, they did not have guns in their hands. Although most of the catchers had knives in their hands, the few chief catchers had guns in their hands.

The Uighurs left in a hurry!

Carrying the body and the unconscious elder, they ran away in a hurry. It looked like they were heading towards the Zoroastrian temple.

"Great God, we have been squeezed and oppressed by the Han people in recent years. The Han officials confiscated our houses to build high-rise buildings. But they drove me to live in the outer suburbs. They even dared to demolish our temples.

Extinguish the holy fire of our faith.

Tell me! Can we still bear it?" A man named Ren Wu stood up and shouted at the Uighurs who were rushing over from the high platform.

"We can't bear it! The true God is on our side and will kill all these Khans."

"The Han people have guns, but we don't have guns." Someone suddenly said.

"The true God will be on our side."

"Yes! With the great true God here, we have nothing to fear."

"You will starve to death if you do this now, why not get up and fight with them."

"Long live the true God!" There was a burst of anger below, the elder He Mingtang and others shouted!

"Long live the true God!" Everyone cheered along with Hemingtang.

The fanatical believers roared so loudly that it almost lifted the roof.

"Come into the barracks and grab the weapons first." Ren Wu shouted loudly.
To be continued...