"Master, this is Chengdu Valley."
Xie Qi pointed to the valley in front of him and said to Huang Dong, Tian Liang and others.
"Why is it called Chengdu Valley?" Huang Dong sighed heavily, shook his head, and asked with a frown.
This place is completely different from the ink painting of Xiejiazhuang, as if one is in the sky and the other is underground.
Sewage flows across the ditches, and flies fly around in the sky.
About five miles into the ravine, there is a small river about half a foot wide.
Shacks and thatched houses were everywhere, and children wearing paper clothes and bare feet were running around.
The place where they live occupies about a mile, on both sides of the valley.
The upper part is still clear, but when it reaches the residential areas below, it turns into a black turbid flow, which also emits a foul smell.
Tian Liang and the others couldn't help but cover their noses, but Xie Qi seemed to have no feeling and his expression remained the same.
The shacks and thatched houses here are so densely packed together that it is difficult to put out a fire.
The moment everyone saw this, their whole bodies were as tense as a stone, and his heart sank as if filled with cold lead.
Xie Qi smiled awkwardly, but his smile was uglier than crying.
"Although this place is ugly, we gave it a good name, called Chengdu Valley." Xie Qi said with a wry smile, "I originally wanted to call it the Valley of Tianfu, but I couldn't name it, so I had to call it Chengdu Valley. .”
"It seems that you are still missing your days in Chengdu. The name of the valley is not bad." Huang Dong shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's a pity that Xiejiazhuang didn't give you a chance."
"Why are your houses so densely packed? What if there's a fire?" Huang Dong took a look and his mouth opened like a small cave, almost big enough for a duck's egg.
Xie Qi smiled bitterly and said in a sarcastic tone: "Xiejiazhuang certainly hopes that we will squeeze together so that we will not occupy their land."
"Bah, hypocrites, hypocritical benevolence and righteousness, these farming and studying families are just a bunch of devils." Tian Liang couldn't help but curse at this time.
It's almost dinner time now, and smoke is rising everywhere, but a lot of it is not rising inside the house, but outside.
There was no stove inside the shack, so it was easy to catch fire, so we had to set up a stove outside to cook.
Those children wearing paper clothes running around can be seen with the naked eye that their feet are red from the cold and blood is constantly flowing from the ice mouth.
In fact, not only children but also adults suffer from ice mouth. Red blood is constantly flowing out of the ice mouth.
Fortunately, this is not too painful if you don't use any force, but it's still bearable.
But if you wash vegetables and the like with your hands, it will still be quite painful if you touch a wound.
But these people seemed to be used to it, and no one complained.
The children were a little frightened when they saw them arriving on horseback in their gorgeous clothes.
They hurriedly hid behind shacks and thatched houses, stretching out their hands to look at them secretly.
Hu Bo hurriedly took out a bottle of clam oil and threw it to Xie Qi: "This is the clam oil for treating Bingkou. Apply it quickly and treat it."
At this time, Xie Qi's wife, Xie Luoshi, came over. She was a woman about thirty years old.
His facial features are acceptable, his eye sockets are deeply sunken, his face is sallow, his body is extremely thin, and there is no flesh on his face.
"Thank you, sir." She bowed to Hu Bo and others, took the clam oil from Xie Qi's hand, and hurriedly applied it to her youngest three-year-old daughter, Xie Sanniang.
The children didn't know what it was, but they thought it wouldn't do any harm.
Others were also curious and came up to watch.
"The effect is really good. After applying it, there was no blood flowing out immediately." A sharp-eyed woman named Xie Ranshi in her twenties suddenly said it loudly.
"It's good to stop the bleeding." Another woman in her thirties named Xie Gao stared at the little feet of Xie Qi's daughter Xie Sanniang. "The key is Bingkou. If Bingkou is not treated, it will not take a few days, and there will be Come out of Xin Bingkou."
After saying that, she stretched out her bony hands and feet, which were covered with ice, making it miserable to look at.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore." After Xie Sanniang applied it, she shouted as she walked and stretched out her little hand, "Mother, apply it on my little hand too."
Seeing that the effect was extremely obvious, other people crowded over and asked to apply it.
However, there was not much Clam Immortal Oil, so Xie Luo looked embarrassed.
There are too many people here, at least dozens of people.
Not only that, there were people outside who heard the effect and came one after another.
Chen Nan sighed heavily and took out his bottle of clam oil from his pocket.
He handed it to Xie Qi and said to him: "Smear it all on. This is very good for Bingkou."
"To the slave family, to the slave family." The man didn't make any move, but almost all the women rushed forward, and all of them stretched out their hands.
Xie Qi did not give it to them, but instead lined up everyone and gave it to an old woman sitting on a small wooden stool; "Grandma, here it is for you."
This old woman's hair was all white, her face was covered with wrinkles, her skin was red, and her cheeks were almost completely sunken.
Although she was sitting on a stool, she was holding a cane, which obviously made it very difficult for her to move.
She took the Clam Immortal Oil, and her dull eyes shed tears. She said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, Dalang."
After the grandmother finished speaking, she opened the bottle and slowly wiped the ice off her hand.
These women were greatly disappointed, but they also knew that they should respect the old and love the young, so they could only look at the Clam Fairy Oil in the old woman's hand, wishing they could take it for themselves.
There were also some women who looked back at Xie Qi, hoping that he would produce another Clam Immortal Oil in his hand.
Tian Liang sighed and his eyes became moist.
"Give them all, it should be enough." He took out ten clam oils from his sleeves, gave them all to Xie Qi, and handed them over to him for distribution.
Tian Liang is a shopkeeper. These small gifts are not only practical, but also very easy to carry. Today I brought exactly ten of them.
Xie Qi was moved to tears and bowed to Tian Liang: "Thank you, shopkeeper Tian."
"Clan leader, please allocate." After saying that, he came to a man of about fifty beside him and respectfully handed over the Clam Immortal Oil in his hand.
This man has a gentle and elegant appearance. He is wearing a green robe, but it has many patches.
There are many wrinkles on his face, his hair is gray, his three long beards and hair are neatly arranged, and his eyes are shining.
Huang Dong and others opened their mouths wide, as if they could fit a duck egg into them.
He swallowed, licked his dry lips, and asked with difficulty: "Clan leader, isn't there a clan leader in Xiejiazhuang?"
"Clan leader?" Xie Qi smiled coldly and said disdainfully, "Does Xie Family Village regard us as members of their clan? Apart from squeezing us, how can they think of our life and death?"
"Indeed, they don't put you above them at all. It's okay if you don't recognize the clan leader of Xiejiazhuang." Huang Dong didn't have a good impression of Xie Dewen, the clan leader of Xiejiazhuang, and he wished he could.
Tian Liang also nodded, sighed heavily, and then said happily: "Chengdu Valley and Xiejiazhuang are completely different worlds, and they should have their own clan leaders."
Xie Qi hurriedly introduced to Huang Dong and Tian Liang: "Guan Ye, shopkeeper, this is Xie Xiaoyao, the patriarch of Xiejia Village in Chengdu Valley. He is also the father of the villain, a juren, and the mountain leader of the school in Chengdu Valley."
"What, there is a school in Chengdu Valley." Huang Dong dismounted hurriedly, bowed his hands and was stunned. He opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time. After a while, he shook his head and said, "This is true. ?I don’t believe it.”
After Tian Liang dismounted, he took two or three steps back. His face first turned pale and then turned extremely red.
"Thank you, Patriarch, I'm disrespectful." He reacted very quickly and bowed his hands.
Huang Dong also reacted at this time, looked around, put a smile on his lips, bowed his hands and said, "I have met Patriarch Xie, and I would like to visit the school. Do we have this honor?"
He saw that this place was so poor and backward, and he never expected that there would be a school. He felt like fifteen cats were scratching him, so he couldn't help but ask.
"This is the school in Chengdu Valley." Xie Xiaoyao made an invitation gesture with his right hand towards a large thatched house in the middle of the valley, "Several officials and shopkeepers please invite me."
During the conversation between Huang Dong and Xie Xiaoyao, they realized that it was very difficult to run this school.
It turns out that Xie Xiaoyao's original name was Xie Song, with the courtesy name Zi Fang and the nickname Xiaoyao. He was an official in the former Chengdu Prefecture and a master.
When the barbarians attacked Chengdu, the whole family fled to Chengdu Valley.
With his abilities, he could actually have become a master in the Xiejiazhuang or Zhangjiazhuang clan schools.
What made him uncomfortable was that there was no school in the valley with thousands of people.
So he resolutely gave up the opportunity to become a master in Xiejiazhuang, recruited students at his own home, and recruited children from the Chengdu Valley as students.
However, as a master, he is not limited to cultivation. The students' parents can give them as much food as they want.
Seeing the sound of reading loudly coming from Xie Qi's home, the whole Chengdu Valley was shocked.
Regarding the private school at Xie Qi's home, Chengdu Valley had several ideas and discussions.
First, some people feel that there is no hope in studying, that they cannot be admitted to the imperial examination, let alone be a senior Jinshi. After all, they have no household registration and are treated as bandits and rogues by the government.
Secondly, some people wanted to send him to study, but his family was poor. After thinking about it, he finally decided not to do it.
Thirdly, some people think that they should study. They think they are from the Song Dynasty. With hard work, they will have to rejoin the Song Dynasty household registration sooner or later. There is still hope for studying.
More and more students came to study at Xie Qi's home, and new difficulties arose.
They were originally shacks, not suitable for studying at all, so there was no way they could squeeze in.
The parents of these students thought it was not an option, so they discussed it and simply raised funds together to build a large thatched house as a school in Chengdu Valley.
After the school was established, there were more and more students. At first there were only a few dozen, and later there were hundreds.
Having too many students is not a good thing. When new problems arise, he is the only teacher and lacks enough energy to cope with them.
Xie Xiaoyao used his influence to find a scholar who had been studying for about ten years and became his wife together.
There were more people in the school, Xie Xiaoyao considered himself the leader, and the school in Chengdu Valley was officially established.
"The mountain leader is upright and upright, and he is a role model for others. I admire him endlessly." Upon hearing this, Huang Dong, Tian Liang, Ren Huanghe and others all showed admiration in their eyes and saluted.
"Thank you, thank you." Xie Xiaoyao shook his head, with a smile on his lips, and said lightly in return, "I just want to thank my family, and I just did what I should do."
"The mountain chief is too humble," Huang Dong bowed his hands again and asked curiously, "May I ask the mountain chief, what is going on with the clan leader?"
With the school in Chengdu Valley, people who were originally stooped have straightened up.
You have schools in Xiejiazhuang, and we also have schools in Chengdu Valley.
After having the school, Chengdu Gu felt that something was missing.
Although Xiejiazhuang has a clan leader, this clan leader doesn't care about their Chengdu Valley at all.
After discussion, they also decided to establish a clan to fight for the interests of the Xie family in Chengdu Valley.
Xie Xiaoyao, as the head of the Chengdu Valley Academy, had the highest prestige and was elected as the head of the mountain.
Several masters also had prestige and were elected as elders.
Huang Dong and others came to the school and found that it was actually Da Hao's home.
Tian Liang looked at the sandbox-like thing on the desk and asked curiously: "Chief, what is this? Do you want students to learn to fight?"
He is the shopkeeper of Zhaojiazhuang and is well-informed. He can tell at a glance that this is a sand table.
Others also found it strange that there was a sand table in this small school.
Could it be that the people in Chengdu Valley want to rebel?
Hu Bo's face turned pale when he thought of this, and he stood there motionless, feeling streams of cold sweat running down his spine.
Chen Nan was so shocked by this sudden incident that he felt as if he had received an electric shock, and his spirit was in a semi-demented state.
