At the same time, Peng's ancestral hall.
Peng Lang, the legitimate son of the Peng family, was kneeling in the ancestral hall, looking extremely aggrieved like a child who had made a mistake.
An old man on crutches slowly walked out of the dim ancestral hall.
The old man slowly walked up to Peng Lang. Finally he couldn't bear it anymore and poked the ground lightly with his wooden cane.
"Get up!"
Peng Lang immediately jumped up, supported the old man and said with a flattering smile: "Father, please slow down!"
This old man is naturally the head of the Peng clan, that is, Peng Lang's biological father, Mrs. Peng.
Mr. Peng had a son all his life. Although he had already learned from his servants that today's incident was caused by Peng Lang and Peng Bao blackmailing the army, he was reluctant to punish his only son.
The reason why he was called into the ancestral hall was because the man named Peng Bao who was killed by Yuan Yao's guards at the bridge entrance was the only nephew of Mr. Peng.
Mr. Peng gave birth to many children in his youth, but none of them grew up.
When Mr. Peng was over fifty years old and still had no heirs, he selected a capable and experienced young man Wang Cai from the Wang family that was attached to his wife, adopted him as his adopted son, and changed his surname to Peng.
Originally, Mr. Peng had the intention to hand over the Peng clan to Peng Cai after a hundred years.
But I didn't expect that within two years, Mr. Peng, who was in his fifties, would have a son and gave birth to a son, Peng Lang.
And this time, Peng Lang did not die young and grew up healthily.
But to be on the safe side, Mr. Peng has been training Peng Cai and Peng Lang at the same time for the past twenty years.
Peng Cai is as always, his sophisticated and ruthless mind and character have convinced him of all the Peng clan's large and small branches, and he has many fans.
Peng Lang was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Mr. Peng was afraid that he would die young. He put it in his hand for fear of dropping it and held it in his mouth for fear of it melting.
Peng Lang, who grew up in such an environment, naturally became an ignorant and ignorant playboy.
Mr. Peng has a deep sense of clan. Seeing Peng Lang grow up, he naturally no longer wants to hand over the position of patriarch to Peng Cai.
So in recent years, the children of the main branch began to be promoted, and Peng Bao, the nephew who grew up with Peng Lang, was responsible for managing the northern crossing bridge, and control of some branches was slowly handed over to Peng Lang.
Peng Lang has been doing bad things since he was a child, but not to mention being beaten, the biggest punishment was to kneel down in the ancestral hall and be grounded.
Today, Mrs. Peng asked Peng Lang to kneel down because Peng Lang not only did not listen to his advice, but also offended Yuan Yaojun, who was new to Yuzhang; he also acted wantonly and killed Peng Bao, his nephew who was a relatively accomplished member of the main branch of the Peng family.
Mr. Peng actually didn't care much about Peng Lang provoking Yuan Yao. As long as there is no deadly enmity, Mr. Peng is confident that these so-called princes will not easily mobilize thousands of troops to cross mountains and rivers to attack a powerful family like his with more than ten thousand families.
For the princes, striving for world hegemony is the top priority, and any rash actions will lead to reactions from the surrounding forces.
Mr. Peng was angry that his only son didn't understand his painstaking efforts. Today I either humiliate that person or provoke that person.
Making enemies everywhere, surrounded by a bunch of losers!
In this way, how could I hand over the huge Peng family to him!
"Do you know you were wrong?"
Mr. Peng looked at his only son, but he couldn't look straight.
"I know I was wrong, father!" Although Peng Lang was a playboy who did all kinds of evil outside, he relied heavily on his father internally and never contradicted or conflicted with him.
This is why no matter how big a mistake he makes every time, Mr. Peng can never be angry with his good son.
"Tell yourself, what went wrong this time?"
Peng Lang helped Mr. Peng slowly walk to the yard under the ancestral hall, letting his nearly seventy-year-old father bask in the sun.
"A child should not disobey his father and provoke those officers and soldiers!"
"Alas!" Mr. Peng sighed, as if he was lamenting that he had a wise life, but why did he give birth to such a stupid son.
Mr. Peng said disdainfully:
"What's the point of fearing provoking the officers and soldiers?"
"Even if they provoke the governor of Yuzhang, Zhuge Xuan, or even the lord of Huainan, Yuan Shu, what can they do to me, the Peng family?"
"If it had been fifty years earlier, my father and your grandfather's generation might have been a little more afraid of the government!"
"But today, my Peng family is no longer a powerful surname in the county. We also have branch clans in Pengze and Poyang!"
"You have to remember that my Peng family comes from the surname Ji, after Emperor Zhuanxu of Gaoyang. The ancestor is Zhuan Keng, who is called 'Pengzu' by the world. The largest tablet enshrined in the center of our ancestral hall is this ancestor Zhuan Keng."
"As early as in ancient times, when this land south of the Yangtze River was still a barbarian land, I, the Peng family, were the first to come to what is now Pengze County to settle and reclaim wasteland!"
"Do you know why this Peng Ze is not called Zhang Ze or Li Ze, but is called Peng Ze?"
"At that time, Pengze was still a nameless swamp, several times bigger than it is now! My ancestor of the Peng family, Peng Li, named this swamp after his surname."
"This is how we got the names Peng Lize and Peng Ze! Then Pengze County is the ancestral home of our Haihun Peng family!"
"It's a pity that during the Shang Qin Dynasty, a huge flood almost submerged the Pengze territory, and our group ended up in the Haihun territory."
"At first, the hundreds of households of Peng family refugees were ostracized and humiliated by the government. When the Marquis of Haihun was established, they were all treated as food households and given to the Marquis of Haihun!"
"Unexpectedly, it was a blessing in disguise, so the opportunity actually developed and grew in this Haihun Realm, and even today it is deeply rooted!"
Mr. Peng unconsciously used the theory of the origin of the Peng family's ancestors again.
Although he had heard Mr. Peng tell it countless times since he was a child, Peng Lang listened carefully to what his father said every time, and he was extremely proud of it!
I, Peng Lang, am the queen of Gaoyang Emperor Zhuanxu! My Peng family comes from the surname Ji, and I am a famous clan in the world!
Seeing that Peng Lang was listening attentively, Mr. Peng decided to tell his son more on a whim.
"I have been the patriarch for more than fifty years, and my biggest feeling is that our Peng family has developed to the point where there is no room for development in Haihun County!"
"In terms of the number of households, we have more than ten thousand clan households with the same surname, and thousands of private households with other surnames attached to my Peng family!"
"In terms of land, my Peng family has vast hectares of fertile land and is completely self-sufficient in food, cloth, silk, and ironware!"
"Only with the strength of one clan, we built this three-foot-long stone city as the Peng family's castle!"
"If it continues to develop, even the entire Haihun County will have the surname Peng!"
"When my father, your grandfather, was still alive, he often taught me not to forget my ancestors, but to feed my other branches of the Peng family! Teach me the principles of the cunning rabbit's three burrows!"
"So for the past fifty years, I have been supporting our Peng family, our fellow clan members in Poyang and Haihun, openly and secretly!"
"To this day, they have become a phenomenon. They are the most powerful surnames in the area!"
"So what if I offend a mere Yuan Yao?"
"Even if his father Yuan Shu raises an army to attack, we can just evacuate Shangliao and take refuge in Poyang!"
"Is it possible that Yuan Shu can keep his troops stationed in Haihun? As long as he runs out of food and retreats, we can come back!"
Mr. Peng said proudly. At this moment, his rickety and thin body looked extremely majestic in Peng Lang's eyes!
Even after talking so much, Mr. Peng still didn't tell Peng Lang one thing.
That is because he worked so hard to cultivate the Peng clan in various places, and he was also leaving a way out for his son.
He planned to send Peng Cai to Poyang or Pengze to be the clan leader when he was about to die.
Or send Peng Hu or Peng Bao to control other local clans as Peng Lang's foreign aid!
In this way, his own son Peng Lang can safely inherit the Haihun Peng clan!
Peng Lang also had a rare enlightenment, and suddenly said: "Is it possible that the more than a thousand clans that were pushed out of Haihun by Peng Cai ten years ago were deliberately arranged by you, my father, to go to Poyang?"
Mr. Peng said happily: "You can teach me!"
