Zhu Ming's sweater had long been rotten, and there were ripped holes everywhere.

He took off his sweater and cut it into several pieces with his sword. Then he returned the sword to the sheath, carefully wrapped the torn sweater strips around the scabbard and the hilt, and tied them tightly with a few shoelaces.

Strict sword control was implemented in the Song Dynasty, and eight-sided Han swords were definitely prohibited items and should not be exposed to strangers at will!

After hiding the weapon, the father and son followed the horse's chirping and walked towards the depths of the teahouse.

About ten minutes later, the two showed disappointed expressions - there was indeed a horse there, but there was no trace of humans at all.

It can be seen that the horse's skeleton is very tall and its fur is brown and yellow. However, its bones are thin and bony, and its ribs are highlighted. The horse's belly has been completely shrunk, which reminds Zhu Ming of the hungry Africans in the photo.

The horse's head was tied with a long rope, and the rope was wrapped around the tea tree in a mess.

With the horse as the center, the tea trees and weeds were eaten barely in the area around three or four meters. It is estimated that the edible ones had been gnawed. The horse was eager to break free from the constraints, so it ran and jumped around, causing the rope to become shorter and shorter, and it was completely put next to a tea tree.

Seeing two humans coming, the horse was panicked and took a step back, then shook his head and seemed to be asking for help.

Zhu Ming walked closer to check and found that there were scars on the horse's neck. Some of the scars had scabbed, some had ulcerated, and even living maggots were surging.

Zhu Ming acted politely and bowed, and seemed to be like a scholar.

The equal taxation of Fangtian is the core content of Wang Anshi's reform.

The farmers seemed to walk casually, but in fact they secretly surrounded the father and son, and they could immediately be besieged if an accident occurred.

The leader is a farmer, who seems to be in his thirties or forties, and seems to be in his forties or fifties. His face is full of wrinkles, so it is difficult to figure out his age.

In the end, the pot of the porridge was scraped clean. Tian Er's wife went to wash dishes, Tian San's wife went to feed the chickens, and the men sat in the yard and continued chatting.

The farmer in the lead finally understood and invited them to the village to drink water. He was curious and asked: "Where did you come from?"

Zhu Ming asked again: "How far ahead is the county town?"

It is to dismantle the short blade and the long handle and open it. When the government found out, it said it was a farm tool. When it encountered a fight, it would be assembled into a Puji sword to fight.

Zhu Guoxiang imitated his son and asked, "Your surname is yours?"

There are many wild animals, but the two of them can't hunt!

After drinking a roasted sweet potato, although he was still hungry, Zhu Ming felt stronger again, so he stood up and said, "Let's go, President Zhu."

This move will make the farmers unable to get rid of them.

Zhu Guoxiang introduced himself: "I am Zhu Guoxiang, this is the dog son Zhu Ming."

When passing by the tea tree in front, he did not forget to eat tea leaves to satisfy his hunger. The horse was obviously hungry.

"This horse is thin enough." The farmer said intentionally or unintentionally.

Every distance, the ridges of the field become slightly wider, and mulberry trees will inevitably be planted in wide areas. First, mulberry trees can be harvested to raise silkworms to increase farmers' income; second, it can stabilize the ridges and prevent soil erosion; third, it can avoid invasion of others (mur trees are the field boundaries, and it is useless to move the ridges, unless the roots of the mulberry trees are removed).

Zhu Guoxiang said: "The old rules are always vigil."

Cut off all the ropes wrapped around the horse's neck, Zhu Ming stroked the horse's mane and said, "You are going to die in the mountains, and we will be in trouble with you."

"There are words here!" Zhu Guoxiang suddenly shouted.

Hearing the footsteps outside the house walking away, Zhu Ming observed through the crack in the door for a while, and then whispered: "What's wrong with this village. When we first entered the village, the eyes of the villagers were too cunning."

Tian Er returned to his house, took off the hatchet from the wall, took out the stick from the bed, and connected the hatchet with the stick.

Zhu Ming slapped him and stopped the thin horse who wanted to eat rapeseed.

Once there is a turbulence, it can be quickly ignited.

"I also think something is wrong." Zhu Guoxiang said.

"Don't chew around!"

After Cai Jing came to power, he immediately restarted the square fields. To put it bluntly, he checked the fields. For political achievements, the local officials pointed to the barren mountains and said it was dry fields, pointed to the river beach and said it was paddy fields, and forced to register it in the names of ordinary people.

A bar knife is assembled and molded.

Tian San smiled and said, "I'm so thin that I'm so skinny that I'm going to steal it back and serve you? I can only kill you and eat meat."

The two of them worked as if they had been thorny for ten days, their clothes were torn and they were even more stubborn. Zhu Guoxiang had a beard all over his face. They had short hair, as if they had been punished by their hair, and like monks who went down the mountain to beg for alms.

As a result, the whole country was in chaos, and even the landlords who were not strong enough were forced to abandon their family business and run away.

Every household here has weapons hidden, and they have contact with Xiaobai Junwai, who is more upstream. Xiaobai Junwai is responsible for opening up the official channels. Therefore, the tea mountains hidden in the mountains do not need to pay tea tax at all. After collecting and steaming them into tea, they are all used for private smuggling trade.

Zhu Ming glanced at the firewood in front of the stove: "There is no need to go out, we are here. Bolt the door. Once you find something wrong, just light the house. When the fire starts, open the door and rush out while the chaos is happening, and then ignite the house when you see the house. Every household in the village has firewood under the eaves, which is easy to ignite. If they dare to do whatever they want, we will play hard and burn all the houses in the village! At that time, the villagers will go to put out the fire, who will have the leisure to chase us?"

Zhu Ming held the sword and stepped forward, carefully cutting the rope. The horse stood there without any struggle and cooperated with the action.

The father and son sat down around the fire, and the horse stood by himself and ate grass.

One of them glanced at Zhu Ming's shoulder intentionally or unintentionally - the sword wrapped in a torn sweater, which was carried by Zhu Ming behind him, and the hilt of the sword stretched out from his right shoulder.

"It's far away," Tian San pointed to the west, "It's still dozens of miles to Xixiang County. You have to take a boat. The riverside is full of mountain roads, and it's a long way to walk. It's a matter of two or three days."

The father and son continued to walk along the Han River, and a thin yellow horse was following behind him.

There is too little information to understand.

The meal was a pot of mixed porridge, and there was actually rice, but it was covered with many chaff. I don’t know if the rice was not pounded completely, or if the chaff was deliberately left to fill the stomach. There were also unknown wild vegetables, which were cooked in the porridge and decorated with green, which looked quite good.

Zhu Guoxiang looked at the white maggots surging at the wound on the horse's neck, and silently went nearby to look for herbs.

Before I saw the house, the scenery in front of me was completely different.

"I finally met a living person." Zhu Ming wanted to cry at this time.

The farmers were wearing short shirts, randomly wrapped in linen turbans, and tied their arms around their arms, working hard to weed the wheat field.

The father and son turned around and left, but the horse leaned on them and followed them step by step.

Perhaps it was the horse that brought good luck, so I only walked for three hours this time. At about four or five o'clock in the afternoon, I saw smoke rising in front of me.

The father and son felt that it was indescribable to eat so much that they ate it like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Zhu Guoxiang focused on it: "Based sweet potatoes are delicious!"

"What should I do if there are too many people? It will be difficult to run away if we block us in the kitchen." Zhu Ming asked.

The father and son put straw, bamboo clothes and other flammable firewood around branches, bamboo poles and other good firewood.

Tian Er and Tian San both have wives and children, and their youngest daughter is only five or six years old. She stares at the stranger with her eyes wide open and curiously.

Tian San said: "These two foreigners are probably not ordinary people."

The family only has a few rooms, no guest rooms, and even no woodshed.

Since I finished eating the snacks I brought, I have been using wild vegetables to satisfy my hunger. Fortunately, I grabbed a deer from the yellow-throated mink in the middle of the process, otherwise I would have been malnourished and bored.

Tian San shook his head: "If you really practice your family, it's not worth it for a meal of horse meat. If they don't leave, if they stay for two days, we don't have to cause trouble. It's time to pick tea again in a few days. Be careful in everything and don't make a big fuss to attract the government. You go to the village overnight, inform the brothers, and talk about the two foreigners."

Zhu Ming did not take action immediately, but said to himself: "If it were the Northern Song Dynasty, the Han River Horse Gang had not yet been customized, and the Hehuang horses were generally used as border war horses and rarely transported to the prefectures and counties in the south. Even if they were to be transported to Kaifeng, they would go through Tongguan across the Yellow River. How could they take the Han River to detour? Could it be that when we traveled to the Southern Song Dynasty, this horse was to be transported to Hangzhou?"

Zhu Ming recalled the information carefully. Perhaps it was the influence of time travel, the relevant paper was quickly recalled. Based on the clues, he guessed: "This is the gang horse bought by the Tea Horses from the Hehuang area. He was first sent to Qinfeng Road to buy horse supervision to build a file, and then transported to Kaifeng via the Han River to use it as the imperial guards of the Temple Front Office. The character "A" is the abbreviation of the Temple Front Office. I don't know what accident happened during the escort, and the military horse fled to the tea farm and was trapped."

When they rolled down the hillside, some sweet potatoes were broken and their flesh was broken. The father and son picked the ones who were seriously injured and built a kiln to form a kiln to roast sweet potatoes by roasting kiln chicken.

Zhu Ming walked to the left rear of the horse and saw that there was a mark on his left hip, and it was branded in two parts.

The horse turned his head and looked at him, as if he was familiar with human nature, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

I'm sorry to eat too much because there is not enough porridge.

Before we knew it, it was dark.

The most important thing is that Zhu Ming has a weird accent and doesn’t know where he is saying.

When he arrived at the farmhouse courtyard, Tian San asked his family to get a jug of water.

But in the darkness, Tian Er went out with a Pu Dao, walked out of the village from the west, and turned into a valley.

Tian San shook his head and sighed: "The tea mountain in front was gone ten years ago. No one dared to pick such good tea trees. If they pick them, they would have to pay taxes to the government. It's okay to say that the tea tax is, but I'm afraid of being given more miscellaneous donations and servants."

The dish is a bowl of pickles, which is quite salty. You can drink half a bowl of porridge with just one bite.

Zhu Guoxiang is a person within the system and is more conservative in his behavior. He didn't think of such a way. He was so shocked that he didn't know how to speak. He held it in his mouth for a long time and gave him a thumbs up: "You... are amazing!"

Zhu Guoxiang was silent for a few seconds, nodded and said, "It's OK."

Further away from the river bank, there are some wheat fields under the hillside, and the wheat seedlings are lush and rising happily.

Following him all the way to the riverside, Zhu Ming went to clean the pottery jar, and made a can of river water and put it in front of the horse. The horse quickly lowered his head to drink water, fluttering his ponytail comfortably, and already regarded Zhu Ming as his master.

When they eat delicious roasted sweet potatoes, they are so happy that they want to cry.

Tian San invited the father and son to have a meal together, but Zhu Ming and Zhu Guoxiang were naturally disrespectful. They had not tasted the rice for a long time.

Zhu Ming looked at the yellow horse and couldn't help but soften his heart and could not kill him. He asked his father: "Why don't you release the animals?"

Tian Er said: "That young man, who was wrapped in rags on his back, was probably still a thrust trainer."

And deep in the tea mountain, there are more families.

"Clang!"

While the father and son were preparing for setting fire, the Tian brothers also discussed in the main hall.

Zhu Guoxiang explained: "There is an abandoned tea mountain ahead, and the beast is wrapped in a rope around the tea tree. We save it and it will follow it."
To be continued...