Of course, what happened under the locust tree was not known to Cheng Zhiyuan. He came to a Hakka place. It was a wild place and relatively prosperous. After all, a field was equivalent to hundreds of villages and thousands of households. Although the population was not too large, it was definitely not

Less. Compared with Yi Zhuang, the population of Yiye is about 3,000.

I asked about the directions, and happened to catch up with someone here who was getting married. According to the etiquette in ancient times, Cheng Zhiyuan knew this very well. It was as solemn and solemn as the time of King Wen, and it seemed that he was...

In midsummer, the sun is in Dongjing. The main activity at this time is to sacrifice to the God of Fire, or Emperor Yan, or Zhu Rong, or to sacrifice together. It happens to be a day of great joy like getting married. Cheng Zhiyuan doesn't know if this is the case.

What a taboo, but the people in this wild place seemed very happy. Perhaps the term "booming" was coined from this time?

Happiness adds to happiness. Sacrifice is a big thing, and getting married is even more important. If the two coincide, of course the days must be staggered a few days, and it is impossible to do them together at the same time. Generally speaking, getting married comes last, and sacrifice comes first.

After all, sacrifice is a major national event.

When Cheng Zhiyuan arrived, it happened that there was still one day left before the big sacrifice, so he stayed. However, he learned from the people in this field that Handan was not very far away from here, and the remaining power of the saint could already protect this place.

In a place like this, to put it simply, it is almost entering the safe zone. After all, it is just a residual power, and there is still a big gap between it and the absolute safe zone.

However, using the saying that the saint's remaining power can protect him will obviously bring a certain degree of peace of mind to the people. Otherwise, if you tell them directly that your place is not under the rule of the saint, then it is probably impossible for you to be happy here. After all, according to the current situation

It seems that the appearance of monsters is quite frequent.

Even a saint cannot envelope the whole country with his holy power, the scope would be huge.

The common people performed sacrifices. Of course, the sacrificial officials could not be ordinary people. They were all shamans stationed locally. They were very good at rituals. Of course, some of them were really capable. If it were in the original Zhou Dynasty,

, this is undoubtedly an act of amassing money. Except for the local solemn sacrifices, the shamans who come from other places basically go for the coins.

"Look at how many witches are making a fuss, bleeding, killing chickens, and lighting twenty-four candles. In fact, aren't they just spraying fire? Give me two big vats of wine and I can spray it all day long.

, according to what he said, I am the incarnation of the Golden Crow, a survivor of the Yin and Shang Dynasties."

When the shamans and priests are preparing for the solemn sacrifice, there are always one or two who don't buy it, such as a certain young man in white who looks like a foreigner. The scholar's clothes he wears look like a Confucian disciple, but there is something a little bit Humen.

His attire looked like a disciple of the Bing Sect, but he himself admitted that he was neither of the sects. When he came here this time, he was actually passing by from the north, planning to play around before going to Jixia Academy.

"Coming out of the north gate, I am worried and worried. I end up poor and don't know how difficult it is for me.

That’s it! Heaven actually did it, so what’s the point?

The king's affairs are suitable for me, and the political affairs are beneficial to me. I come from outside, and the people in the family leave it to me.

That’s it! Heaven actually did it, so what’s the point?

The king supports me when it comes to political affairs, but he leaves me alone when it comes to political affairs. When I come in from outside, my family members destroy me.

That’s it! Heaven actually did it, why do you call it that!”

The boy in white shook his head and sang Bei Feng in the Book of Songs. This Bei land was actually the Bei State in the Western Zhou Dynasty, which is now the Zhao State area. In other words, this guy from the Yan State was singing the poems of the Zhao State.

Very happy.

"Why don't you sing Yan's song?"

Cheng Zhiyuan was very curious and chatted with him: "The ballads of Yan State should be pretty good, right?"

The young man in white waved his hands and said with disdain: "What's so good about building a building? It's like a ghost crying or a wolf howling. The drumming here in Zhao State is so to my liking, especially the drumming in Beifeng. That's why I think your place can compete with Qin State."

war song!"

"Zhao Guo beats the drum: There is a broad agreement between life and death. Talk to your son, hold your hand, and grow old together with you!"

"The state of Qin has no clothes: how can it be said that it has no clothes? I wear the same robe as my son, and the king is in charge of his master, and he cultivates my sword and spear!"

"Listen, how inspiring!"

He was a little excited as he spoke, and when he talked about the ballads of the State of Yan again, he suddenly looked disgusted. Cheng Zhiyuan thought to himself that your heart is really in the land of Zhao and you are in Yan. It is no wonder that you sang the song "Bei Feng" in Bei Fengli before.

Door", saying that he is disliked by his own family is really not nonsense.

He muttered and started to rant against the Wu Zhus again, until after being greeted by the Wu Zhus with extremely unkind looks, the guy finally shut his mouth.

Cheng Zhiyuan shook his head and said: "The people can be successful, but they can't care about the beginning. The people only care about success and don't care about the origin of things. Even if you are really Zhu Rong, you can't take away their jobs, because no one believes that you are Zhu Rong.

.”

The young man in white took a sip of wine and said cautiously: "So it is not unreasonable to say that Kong Laoer said that it is best to deceive the public."

There was alcohol in the cottages, and the business and tourism industry in the Zhou Dynasty was actually extremely developed, both in the original world and in this quasi-mythical world.

"Zhou Li" records: "Between the country and the countryside, there are houses every ten miles to provide food and drink; every thirty miles there are lodgings to provide accommodation, called road houses; every fifty miles there is a market, and there is a market in the city.

The waiting hall is dedicated to receiving officials appointed by the imperial court."

An easy-to-understand explanation is that there is a place to eat ten miles away from the national highway (not in the wild mountains), a place to sleep at thirty miles away, and a big hotel at fifty miles away, which is like a state-owned guest house.

Especially in the late Zhou Dynasty, there were an unusually large number of ambassadors to various countries. The indirect consequence of wars among various countries was to promote commercial prosperity. Before the etiquette was completely destroyed, there were far fewer mountain bandits in the Zhou Dynasty than in later generations.

, after all, you might not be able to get a few bucks if you let someone grab it with bare hands, so it’s better to farm the land yourself.

He and Cheng Zhiyuan started chatting, and they talked about the problem of the guest house, and then they talked about social security, and then they talked about the problem north of Yanmen.

Most of the time, the Central Plains is basically on guard against nomads, who have been enemies since ancient times. In the area outside Yanmen Pass in the north, they basically beat away one family and came to another, one by one, and the ghost side,

Quanrong, Xiongnu, Turks, Xianbei, Khitan, Rouran, Kazakh, Mongolia...

However, the latter few are all from outsiders, and the Xiongnu are actually from the same ancestry as the Chinese.

I used to be a descendant of the Xia Hou family and a remnant of the Xia Dynasty. As a result, I took in twenty-six younger brothers while shepherding the sheep, and then I couldn't come back. Then I couldn't stand each other with the Yuchuan people from the Central Plains. To put it bluntly,

It’s just that I have the patience now and am ready to have a “Heaven Is Dead” experience.

The Central Plains people called the Xiongnu barbarians, and the Xiongnu called the Central Plains people pigs and dogs, and then the two families began a long journey of fighting.

This fight lasted for thousands of years, and it was not until the Han Dynasty that the Xiongnu problem was completely solved. Of course, when one Xiongnu fell, thousands of younger brothers stood up, and then the Turkic comrades appeared on the stage, adhering to the principles that had been

The legacy of the Huns who returned to China continues to be active in Outer Mongolia and the Hetao area.

Of course, the Central Plains is actually a mess. Even if the leader is changed, he will continue the Northern Expedition. The guys in the north don't care who is in charge. They just "go south". Anyway, they are two families fighting each other. They fight each other.

Three to five thousand years, it can be said that it is a great drama about love, hate and hatred.
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