Thinking of this, Huang Dong's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw brothers Zhang Hebin.
After all, Huang Dong had just taken office, and brothers Zhang Hebin were the out-and-out landlords.
"My dear friend, you have worked hard for a long time, please stay here for a meal." Brother Zhang Hebin immediately stepped forward and begged.
Fan Yao shook his head and said with a straight face: "I am responsible for my duties. There is no need to eat."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the horse.
He had already seen that Huang Dong and others were just the pavilion chiefs, and it was really difficult for them to eat here.
Huang Dong and Hu Bo immediately stepped forward and walked in front of Fan Yao and others.
"Xue Zheng, please be sure to stay, with a simple meal and a glass of wine." Both of them smiled and bowed to Fan Yao, looking extremely enthusiastic.
The two of them cannot entertain Fan Yao and his party now, but their attitude must be made clear.
"A simple meal and a glass of wine?" Fan Yao cupped his hands, looked at the two of them, and smiled jokingly: "There is only a pavilion here, how can we entertain you?"
Huang Dong and Hu Bo smiled awkwardly. There were no restaurants here, so they had more than enough to do.
"There is also a bottle of fine wine here." Hu Bo's eyes suddenly lit up and he said anxiously and wisely.
They often go out on patrol and have a drink when they get tired.
However, although the wine was delicious, they did not dare to drink it violently and only tasted it lightly.
There is no way, the wine is fine wine, but it is too expensive.
Fortunately, they are from Zhaojiazhuang and can enjoy a 10% discount, otherwise the price would be even more expensive.
Fan Yao's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face: "If you have fine wine, you can keep it."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Hu Bo longingly.
He is a doctor, but he also loves wine. He especially has no resistance to fine wines like wine.
Huang Dong was shocked when he saw Fan Yao's expectant eyes. It would be too embarrassing if he didn't bring Hu Bo's fine wine with him.
"Xue Zheng, I will not let you down." Hu Bo's face was filled with excitement. He turned to Chen Nan and said, "Deputy Chen, go get the wine."
Chen Nan couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard Hu Bo asking him to get the wine.
Hu Bo and Chen Nan were both heavy drinkers, so they used their job subsidies to jointly purchase a bottle of wine.
There was a lot of rice wine in the Song Dynasty, but after they drank the wine, they felt that other so-called fine wines were all just water, with a bland taste and almost no alcohol flavor.
Although the wine is a good wine, it is too expensive and cost both of them one month's job allowance.
They are usually reluctant to drink, and if they want to drink, they only take a small sip occasionally, just for a toothpaste, and they don't dare to take a big sip at all.
Although he was extremely reluctant to give up, he was also a person who trained the general body. He immediately came to the horse and took out a small jar from the horse's back pocket.
Hu Bo took the small jar and pulled out the cork. Suddenly, the strong aroma of wine rose into the sky and floated everywhere.
Smelling the aroma of wine, Hu Bo, Chen Nan, Huang Dong and Fan Yao's throats moved up and down.
Not only them, but everyone who smelled the smell of alcohol started drooling.
"Since we have the wine, I will stay." Fan Yao twitched his nose a few times and nodded.
In fact, as a student of Zhaojiazhuang Medical College, he has no wine to drink.
But the owner here is so enthusiastic, he has to find a reason to stay.
Hearing that Fan Yao was willing to stay, Hu Bo, Huang Dong, Zhang Hebin and others were all overjoyed and made gestures of invitation.
Next to the pavilion is a small river called Xiehe River, with a wooden bridge connecting the two banks.
The Xiehe River is not wide, nor is it only two feet long.
If the weather is good, the water from the Xie River will irrigate the fields of the two Zhuangzi.
However, in the past two years, Changyuan County has been relatively dry, and water problems have arisen.
It rained heavily two days ago, and the two Zhuangzi
If there is water, use water trucks to drive water as hard as you can.
The river is not big, and there is not much water in it. Soon the water in the river is almost dry, and the water plants on the bottom of the river can already be seen in the whole river.
Zhangjiazhuang and Xiejiazhuang Zhuangzi also seem to be enemies. They are built on both sides of the Xiehe River and can see each other across the river.
There is no harm without comparison. This can not only be applied to people, but also to Zhuangzi.
Most of the houses in Zhangjiazhuang are thatched, and only a few houses such as the clan leader's are built with blue bricks and green tiles. Fortunately, there are green bamboos.
Although the bamboos are green, the thatch is withered and yellow, unable to cover up its true appearance.
Especially when the cold wind blows, the green bamboos scatter and the thatch flies around, exposing its vicissitudes, poverty and obsolescence.
On the other hand, most of the buildings on the Xiejiazhuang side are tile-roofed houses.
They occupy a huge area, almost a thousand acres.
As the patriarch, their house is not only blue bricks and blue tiles, but also has three floors.
In addition, the surrounding bamboos rise from the ground, and the entire Zhuangzi is arranged in an orderly manner, in black and white, and with the small river Xiehe, it has a bit more of the charm of ink paintings of Jiangnan water towns.
Xiejiazhuang not only has exquisite houses, but also has a large population, almost two thousand people.
On the Zhangjiazhuang side, it only covers an area of about 100 acres, has only more than 500 people, and has less than 30% of the population of the other side.
Fortunately, everyone on the Zhangjiazhuang side was brave enough to maintain the hard-won situation.
Seeing Zhangjiazhuang like this, Fan Yao, Huang Dong and others shook their heads and sighed inwardly.
The group of them walked towards Zhangjiazhuang while looking at their surroundings.
Huang Dong was a little incredulous. He thought for a moment and asked, "Clan Chief Zhang, how did this fight start?"
He is the chief of the pavilion and mediates disputes. He must understand these situations clearly.
"Tell the pavilion chief that we were in traffic. They suddenly rushed over from the opposite side and started arguing. After arguing, they suddenly started fighting." Zhang Hebin said simply.
Zhang Heqi immediately added: "Tell the chief of the pavilion, you also saw it, we didn't go to their side at all, it was them who rushed over to make trouble."
"Today Xiejiazhuang came to fight, and I saw it too." Huang Dong nodded, looked at the people from Xiejiazhuang who were still being treated, and suddenly thought of something, pointed at Zhuangzi across the river and asked, "Have you never gone to fight with them before? "
"No, never." Zhang Heqi shook his head like a rattle and smiled bitterly, "It was always Xie Jiazhuang who came to beat us."
"Really or not?" Huang Dong didn't believe it and gave Zhang Heqi a joking look, "We didn't see the two Zhuangzi fight before."
"Ting Pavilion Chief, how can we fight here? It's always Xie Jiazhuang who comes here to trouble you." Zhang He was so frightened that he took two or three steps back. His face first turned pale and then flushed We were extremely embarrassed, as if we felt a little timid, and quickly explained, "Although we don't want to cause trouble, we are not afraid of it."
"I understand." Fan Yao glanced at the Zhang brothers jokingly, "The reason why Xie Jiazhuang took the initiative to provoke the fight was because he felt that they were too beautiful, as if they were on one side of the scroll. If we fight, Xie Jiazhuang will suffer greater losses. "
"There are more people in Xiejiazhuang, more fields, and more water. Of course I want to cause trouble for you." Hu Bo expressed his thoughts from the perspective of manpower and water use.
"I also think Fan Xuezheng is right," Huang Dong nodded, scanning the two villages with his eyes, "Xiejiazhuang feels that Zhangjiazhuang is full of thatch anyway, so it doesn't matter if you break these pots and jars."
Brothers Zhang and Bin's faces turned red, almost the color of pig liver, but they could not refute these facts.
Although these words are a bit slap in the face, they are all their saviors. There is no resentment in their hearts, but they just feel a little embarrassed.
At this time, the elders of Zhangjiazhuang came out of Zhuangzi with a group of women, children and children.
The man walking in front was wearing a uniform and holding a cane in his hand. He had gray hair and wrinkles on his face.
His appearance matched Zhang Hebin's imagination, and he was about sixty years old.
His body was shaking a little, leaning on his crutches. His cloudy eyes blinked a few times, and he asked anxiously: "Da Lang, I heard that Xiejiazhuang sent seventy thugs. What were the consequences? Are there any casualties among you?"
"Tell father, the other side is indeed powerful, but the government and the army took action, but we did not lose in the end, no one died." Zhang Hebin bowed to the old patriarch Zhang Li and answered hurriedly.
The expression on Zhang Lichang's face still did not relax, and then he asked nervously: "Dalang, how are the injuries in Zhangjiazhuang?"
"Most of the people were injured, but the government officials came forward and treated them all." Zhang Hebin was shocked. If no government troops showed up, they would definitely suffer a loss.
Zhang Li looked at the people in front of him with his cloudy eyes, and his whole body was shaking with excitement: "May I ask if you are officials? I'm polite here."
After saying that, he handed the crutch in his hand to the person next to him and bowed respectfully to Fan Yao and others.
He had already fallen out of Fan Yao's extraordinary bearing, and was surrounded by other people, who hurriedly saluted him.
How could Fan Yao dare to accept his gift? This man was about the same age as his father.
He hurriedly stepped aside and bowed: "I am the doctor, and there is another person who helps Zhangjiazhuang."
After speaking, Fan Yao pointed to Huang Dong, Hu Bo and others next to him.
"Everyone, I would like to thank you all." Zhang Lizhang bowed to Huang Dong and others again.
Huang Dong and Hu Bo hurriedly moved out of the way and saluted at the same time.
Huang Dong said solemnly: "I am just performing official duties and standing on the side of justice. I am not partial to any one thing."
He must make his attitude clear. Although he has no intention of favoring Zhangjiazhuang during the implementation process, he must make it clear verbally, otherwise he will be derelict in his duty.
"Yes, yes, the officials are impartial and enforce the law fairly." Zhang Lizhang was an old fox. He didn't know what Huang Dong was thinking, so he hurriedly expressed his attitude.
Seeing that the two parties had already met, Zhang Hebin hurriedly introduced them.
At this time, a servant saw that Zhang Lichang's face was a little pale and his body was a little verbose, so he hurriedly handed over the drying basket in his hand.
Zhang Li is old and frail, so he has given up his position as patriarch to his son.
If it weren't for Zhuangzi's survival this time, he, the old patriarch, wouldn't have come out at all.
Zhang Lizhang took the drying basket, his hands were warm, but his body was a little unsteady.
His servants had quick eyesight and quick hands. They supported him and helped him hold the crutches.
Seeing that Zhangjiazhuang was still using the drying cage, Fan Yao shook his head and sighed in his heart.
Before the appearance of the fairy stove in Zhaojiazhuang, many people in the Song Dynasty used drying cages to survive the winter.
The structure of this drying cage is relatively simple, consisting of a stove, a bamboo wrapper, and an arched bamboo handle.
The stove is a rough pottery vessel shaped like half a gourd with a small upper part and a large lower part. Inside is placed red-hot charcoal.
In order to prevent the charcoal fire from dispersing very quickly, it is covered with charcoal ash, which can maintain the fire power for one to two hours.
The fairy stove and the baking cage each have their own characteristics. One is that the firepower is long-lasting and strong, and can be used by almost the whole family.
One is gentle in firepower but easy to carry, and can be used by one person alone.
Another feature of the fairy stove is that it has a very wide range of uses. It can be used to make fire, cook rice, make tea, and even stir-fry vegetables, which is far beyond the comparison of the baking cage.
With this sharp tool, many homes can eliminate the need for a stove and even use it to cook rice and vegetables.
The fairy stove is a useful tool for traveling. With it, you can have hot meals without having to refire.
The fairy stove is the favorite of literati. Whether it is for an outing or a cruise, it can also make tea and enjoy the joy of drinking tea and reciting poems.
Literati liked it, and military generals liked it even more, including Hu Bo and others.
He carried a fairy furnace with him.
With it, the cook doesn't have to make a fire, and he doesn't have to work hard everywhere to set up the stove and bury the pot to cook, which is extremely convenient.
Although it has a wide range of uses, it also has shortcomings. The price is at least ten times more than a drying cage, and you also need to buy fairy charcoal.
The drying cage is not only cheap, but also can be made from local materials.
It can be said that the immortal furnace is the standard equipment for rich people, while the baking cage is the standard equipment for the poor.
This can even be reflected from Xiejiazhuang and Zhangjiazhuang.
Most people in Xiejiazhuang have fairy stoves at home, while most people in Zhangjiazhuang still use earthen stoves.
Fan Yao and others took a look and saw that the drying cage in front of them had almost become a standard feature in Zhangjiazhuang.
In other words, there are almost no fairy stoves in their homes, and that fire is far warmer than this one.
Not only was the old patriarch using the drying cage in front of him, but many of the people who came out to greet him had a drying cage in their hands.
This is nothing, after all, winter is here, and it is normal to use a drying cage to keep warm everywhere.
But more people came out. Not only did they not have drying cages, some were wearing paper clothes, and some were barefoot.
While looking at Fan Yao and the others curiously, they huddled up in the cold wind, coughing one after another, and wiping their noses, their faces looked like tabby cats.
When Fan Yao saw this, he couldn't believe his eyes. It felt like a thunderbolt hit his head, and it felt like someone poured a basin of cold water from head to toe, making his whole body numb.
Huang Dong was frightened for a while, his hair stood up coldly like a man possessed, and his mind was as blank as a blank sheet of paper.
Hu Bo's eyes were as wide as bells, and he almost fell out of his sockets.
Because they saw thatched grass draped under several yellow oak trees.
It turned out that he thought it was other people's grain and hay piles, because in his hometown, many people used haystacks to pile grain and hay.
But there are people coming in and out of this haystack. What kind of haystack is this?
Hu Bo's eyes were wet, and he pointed at the haystack-like house and said, "Is this a haystack or a house?"
"Of course it's a house. There seems to be people coming and going in and out of the haystack?" Chen Nan looked at his fingers and answered loudly while dumbfounded.
"It's not a haystack or something. It means it's a simple house built with thatch on a big tree." Huang Dong looked at it carefully, feeling that his heart was full of bitterness and his face was a little ugly.
This was under his rule, which made him feel a lot of pressure.
"I am incompetent, I am ashamed, I am ashamed." The old patriarch Zhang Lichang's relatively fair face turned red, and he shook his head with a look of shame.
For a moment, Fan Yao's whole body was as nervous as a stone, and his heart was as heavy as if it were filled with cold lead.
However, he quickly came to his senses, took out a banknote from his sleeve, and handed it to Zhang Hebin without any explanation: "I am short of money, so I would like to express my gratitude a little by paying for the ten-dollar delivery card."
"Disciples also have them here." Fan Yao's ten disciples also donated generously and collected a total of twenty delivery cards.
Hu Bo and Chen Nan discussed it and gathered together ten pick-up cards.
Seeing everyone giving away their money, Huang Dong's dark face suddenly turned into the color of pig liver.
On his first day in office, he had not received his salary yet, and this happened to him.
If the person who should donate the most is him, the pavilion chief, here are his people, but he is extremely short of money.
While Zhang Hebin refused, he couldn't help but look towards Huang Dong.
