"Is this Shishan?" A young man wearing a green brocade robe and a leather hat inlaid with gold, pearls and jade stopped a middle-aged farmer wearing a short brown robe, with his hair tied up with a cloth scarf and a hoe on his shoulder and asked.
The farmer rolled his eyes, looked at the young man, and pointed at the mountain. "Look at the persimmon trees all over the mountain. If this isn't Persimmon Mountain, then where is it?"
The young man saw the farmer rolling his eyes at him, his tone a little impatient, and immediately frowned and said, "Master, I have never been here. Is it Shishan? Why don't you just tell me directly? Why are you so arrogant?"
The farmer glanced at the young man and said, "This is really baffling. You asked a rude question, and you don't allow me to answer it rudely?"
The young man said, "You are a country boy. Why should I be polite to you? It is a blessing for you that I am willing to ask you a question. You must serve me with care."
"Bah!" The farmer spat at the young man and said, "I don't eat your food, wear your clothes, or rely on you. And you want me to serve you carefully? Are you still asleep?"
The young man's face darkened, and he pointed at the farmer and said, "You don't eat from my family, wear from my family, and don't rely on my family, but this young master can take you home."
After saying that, the young man took a step back, raised his right hand and waved it, saying, "Come here! Hit me!"
The farmer then discovered that there was a carriage parked not far behind the young man, and fifteen or sixteen strong servants stood in front and behind the carriage.
All of a sudden, five or six servants rushed up. Without saying a word, the farmer threw his hoe in the direction of the servants and turned and ran away.
Fang Jian, holding the Third Prince's hand, stood by the roadside when he saw five or six servants chasing the farmer into the small village at the foot of Persimmon Mountain, where they disappeared...
But soon, five or six figures suddenly rushed out of the small village. They were actually the servants.
The servants all looked terrified. They rushed out of the village and ran towards this side. Behind them were more than a hundred villagers holding hoes, kitchen knives, shoulder poles, flails, and hatchets.
The young man panicked when he saw this scene. He turned and shouted to the dozen or so servants guarding the carriage, "Protect the young lady!"
After saying that, the young man turned around and jumped onto the carriage, but did not get in. Instead, he squatted on the front shaft of the carriage with his head in his hands, blocking the front door of the carriage.
At this time, the five or six servants had been caught up by the villagers and were being beaten with fists, kicks, and sticks.
The farmer from earlier came over with a group of villagers and pointed at the young man in the carriage and said, "That's him!"
"beat!"
Dozens of villagers rushed forward, and the servants bravely rushed forward, but two fists were no match for four hands, and soon the servants were knocked to the ground, holding their heads and curling up to take the beating.
"Pull him down and beat him!" the villagers shouted, reaching out to pull the young man out of the car.
But the young man held on to the shaft of the cart with both hands, and no matter how hard the villagers pulled, he couldn't move it down, and he insisted on blocking the door with his body.
"Do you know who I am? I am the son of Yan Xiumin, the military commander of Yanzhou Prefecture. How dare you hit me?!" the young man shouted.
The Captain of the Military Chariots was a middle-level military officer in the Tang Dynasty. He was of the same rank as the generals of miscellaneous titles. Above him were the generals of the Four Expeditions and Four Garrisons and the Four Peace and Four Security levels.
The military commander of Yanzhou Prefecture commanded the entire Yanzhou Prefecture's army, assisting the Yanzhou governor in suppressing bandits and thieves, as well as maintaining public order and guarding the local area.
But the villagers turned a deaf ear and showed no fear at all, and continued to beat the young man.
Although the young man was not dragged out of the car, he was beaten several times and had bruises and scars on his face.
From time to time, a weak, delicate, yet anxious voice could be heard from the carriage: "Husband, husband, please come in quickly..."
But the young man gritted his teeth and persevered. When he heard the sound in the carriage, he turned around without saying a word, left his back to everyone, and lay down in front of the carriage door facing the carriage.
The carrying pole, flail, hoe and wooden stick hit the young man's back again and again, and he screamed in pain.
At this moment, a cold light flashed, and a villager raised a hatchet to chop at the young man, but was quickly stopped by a carrying pole.
"What are you doing?" The villager holding the carrying pole shouted at the villager holding the hatchet.
"I'll chop him to death!" said the villager holding the hatchet.
"You are crazy. Just scare them. If you really kill them, you will have to pay with your life." said another villager.
The villager holding the hatchet was startled when he heard this, and quickly put away the hatchet and retreated.
The rest of the villagers beat the young man and the servants fiercely, and finally retreated in an orderly manner with a shout.
The villager who had the conflict with the young man was the last to leave. He held a bamboo pole in his hand, pointed at the servants and the young man and said, "Don't bully others when you are out. Even though you are a young master, you should leave your own little piece of land.
, you are nothing."
After saying that, the villager picked up the hoe and carried the bamboo pole back to the village.
When the young man saw that all the villagers had left, he sat up and cried out "Ouch!"
With a creaking sound, the carriage door was pushed open from the inside out, and then a snow-white, beautiful, graceful and delicate face appeared from the carriage.
"Husband." When the owner of the face saw the young man covered in wounds, she cried out in surprise and threw herself on him: "Husband! You are injured!"
The young man quickly hugged the woman and said, "Madam, why did you come out? Go back quickly!"
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