Those friends were disdainful to Zhang Jiuyan and said, "Brother Jingchun, this is the Zhang Jiuyan you value, why is it so unbearable?"

"Yes, a man of a man should not be humiliated even if he dies. This son is truly a man."

They were all ridiculous, but only Huang Yasheng had a sharp look and a solemn expression on his face. Looking at Zhang Jiuyan, he felt a dangerous aura that could burst at any time.

Amid the ridicule of everyone, Zhang Jiuyan ended the day's trip, met with Liu Zongmin, Zhang Guiyun and others outside Rouyuanmen, and returned to Zhangjia Village together.

On the way, everyone was silent, and they all heard about Zhang Jiuyan’s humiliation, and they were all resentful for Zhang Jiuyan.

Especially Liu Zongmin, who wanted to settle the score with Zhang Mingzhi, was more than stern when Zhang Jiuyan yelled.

Zhang Jiuyan never spoke to him in such a stern tone, which shocked Liu Zongmin.

Zhang Jiuyan told everyone not to mention it anymore, no one should say it, and have a happy New Year.

With Zhang Jiuyan like this, everyone naturally dared not say anything, but the dull atmosphere made people breathless.

"Nine Words."

"Mr.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, Zhang Jiuyan saw his sister standing there waving and shouting his name.

At the same time, Liu Zongmin also saw his wife Xiaolian calling him. Liu Zongmin wanted to run a few steps faster, but saw that Zhang Jiuyan was still limping in the rickshaw like a wooden man and stone sculpture. Subconsciously, he didn't dare to run away.

Sister Zhang Jiuyan trotted a few steps and rushed to Zhang Jiuyan. When she saw Zhang Jiuyan, she felt the depressedness in Zhang Jiuyan and knew that Zhang Jiuyan must have suffered grievances outside and was exhausted.

But she didn't say it out loud, just took the rickshaw from Zhang Jiuyan and said, "Jiuyan, are you tired? Come on, sister, take you home."

"OK."

Zhang Jiuyan squeezed out a smile and got on his rickshaw, asking his sister to pull him in front.

"Jiuyan, is my sister going to pull quickly? After the Chinese New Year, my sister will also go out to pull a rickshaw. OK?"

Sister Zhang Jiuyan is a strong woman. Now she has broken off relations with Li Fugui and is eating and living in her parents' home, which makes her feel very sad.

In addition, the family now relies on Zhang Jiuyan to do things, so you can imagine how much burden Zhang Jiuyan is.

So Zhang Jiuyan's sister thought about waiting for the New Year, and she also went out to pull a rickshaw.

Zhang Jiuyan didn't know how the smile came out on his face, and said with a smile: "No, sister, you can pull a rickshaw, but you can only pull me alone."

Sister Zhang Jiuyan felt sweet in her heart, knowing that her younger brother felt sorry for her.

Zhang Jiuyan was sitting in the rickshaw and watching his sister pulling the rickshaw in front of him, the scene of her heart as she was a child, drooling and playing behind her.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyan felt a little happiness, and in this painful world, he felt a little warmth.

Xiaolian behind her also imitated Zhang Jiuyan's sister and asked Liu Zongmin to take the rickshaw.

Liu Zongmin also followed suit and also took the rickshaw to the rickshaw. Seeing Xiaolian pulling herself, she couldn't stop smiling.

When Zhang Jiuyan's mother heard the sound, she knew that they were back, and happily answered at the door of her house.

Seeing them, Zhang Jiuyan's mother waved happily, "Come on, come on, today for the New Year, I made chicken for you to eat."

Zhang Jiuyan was sitting in the rickshaw, looking at her happy appearance, her eyes blurred.

After entering the house, he saw that Zhang Guicheng and his family were coming, and Zhang Jiuyan's father was chatting with Zhang Guicheng.

"Uncle San, Aunt San, and Brother Jiuzhen."

Zhang Jiuyan's behavior was the same as before, only Zhang Jiuyan's sister could feel Zhang Jiuyan's mood at this time.

But Zhang Jiuyan's sister felt that Zhang Jiuyan had really grown up at this moment because she saw a responsibility on Zhang Jiuyan.

Zhang Jiuyan, Zhang Jiuyan's parents, sister, Liu Zongmin's family of three, and Zhang Guicheng's family of three, everyone sat around the table, having fun and eating the New Year's Eve dinner.

As night falls, the night becomes darker and deeper. Gradually, the world is peaceful, quiet, and silence.

Zhang Jiuyan didn't sleep. He stood outside the house, looking at the lonely moon hanging high in the sky, as if he had been stationary, and did not move for a long time and did not speak.

"Big Brother."

Liu Zongmin walked to Zhang Jiuyan and felt uncomfortable when he thought of Zhang Jiuyan being bullied by Zhang Mingzhi.

But he was helpless that Zhang Jiuyan was very strict and did not let him take revenge, so he did not dare to disobey.

Zhang Jiuyan did not look back, but looked up at the sky as if he had begun, as if he had not heard it.

The moon sets, the sun rises, rising higher and higher, and white light shines on the earth.

At this moment, the Year of the Apocalypse officially ended and the Year of the Chongzhen period began.

Zhang Jiuyan said with a blank expression: "Liu Zongmin."

“Here, I’m here.”

When Liu Zongmin heard Zhang Jiuyan's words, he hurriedly walked to Zhang Jiuyan's side.

Zhang Jiuyan turned to look at him, his eyes sharper and sharper, and his expression became more and more serious. Zhang Jiuyan said with a bright look: "Liu Zongmin, our era is finally here."

With a "time of eagle cries", the moment Zhang Jiuyan finished speaking, a strong eagle rose up within ten steps, flew straight to the sky, and swam in the sky.

The eagle flew across the state and saw the clouds and sun, and finally disappeared into the distant horizon.

The first month passed quickly, and February entered, and the autumn grain collection in various places reached the final deadline.

Natural disasters continue, and the harvest in northern Shaanxi is almost gone, and the people suffer so much that they die of hunger every day.

However, these are insignificant in the eyes of the powerful. When they should have provided relief to the victims, they still forced the people to pay taxes on autumn grain.

This is the last straw that crushes the people of northern Shaanxi.

"Bangbangbang,,,"

At the threshing ground in Zhangjia Village, a series of rapid bars sounded, urging the villagers to gather.

At this time, Zhang Mingzhi was standing proudly in the center of the threshing farm surrounded by seven or eight gangsters, very majestic.

When the villagers arrived, Zhang Mingzhi said loudly: "The emperor's kindness is so great. Now it's time for us to serve the emperor again. You can pay the autumn grain tax immediately. Five cents and eight cents of silver per mu of land. You must pay it on time, and the latest cannot exceed the end of the month.

If you can't hand over, you'll be arrested and placed in prison."

Zhang Mingzhi's words were like a thunderclap, and the villagers were immediately infuriated.

"Why is it five cents and eight cents per acre of land? Didn't it be three cents and three cents and three cents in the past?"

"Yes, yes, crops cannot be planted in the fields, and the court does not come to help us, but instead adds our taxes. This will not allow us to live."

"It's unreasonable, it's unreasonable.",,
Chapter completed!