From Chief to Ball

She likes this kind of food very much, not only is it delicious, but also because her child's name is water chestnut, and it is the season for picking water chestnuts when he was born, and the dumplings look like water chestnuts, so they are unforgettable.

It was also at that time that she realized that her child had changed a lot, grown up a lot, and was really different from before.He said a lot of things that he didn't understand, but even though he didn't understand, he could hear the joy and ambition in them. When he talked about the possible fiefdom in the future, he would leave here with some clansmen and so on.

It's just that the time of getting together is too short, even if the remaining slaves can cook this kind of food, but after all, they lack the warmth of mother and child eating together.

It's just that there is a lot of blood, and the dumplings drawn here are a little out of shape.She forgot that she might be buried as a martyr, and thought that the dumpling was not very good-looking, it looked a bit like a steamed bun.Thinking about it, she was a little annoyed that her drawing was ugly. In fact, she wanted to draw the incident in which the child took him to pick water chestnuts when she was young, and the child almost drowned because of his playfulness, but she hated that she couldn't draw it.

While she was remorseful, there was a burst of chaotic voices outside, followed by a crying "Mom", which made her shed the tears that she had been holding back for an instant, as if being pierced by a copper awl from Yucheng. After a moment, she responded subconsciously as a mother, but found that she wanted to shout hard but there was no sound, only a hoarse whine.

The commotion outside became louder and louder, mixed with some shouting and cursing. The woman stood up and clasped the wall with her hands, and put her eyes on a crack to look out, but she couldn't see anything, only some voices could be heard .

"What do you want to do?"

"Why was my mother locked up?"

"Because my father is gone and I need someone to take care of me. Don't you, a son, want someone to take care of your father? Why, after studying with Jixia for a few years, do you want to fight against Chengyi?"

The woman heard the voice outside, that was her own child, and the other was the child's brother, but not born to her.

She wanted to see, wanted to see the child's angry expression for herself at this moment, and wanted to remember forever that even after death, there was something to reminisce about, because the anger was because she was imprisoned and was about to be buried.

She still wanted to hear her son's voice, but there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance, as if thousands of people were rushing, and the earth was rumbling.

The son seemed to say something again, but it was covered up by the nasty hoofbeats. Although she liked horses very much, and also liked the fact that her son took her sideways on the horseback for a trip last year when he came back, but this time But when he covered his son's voice, he changed from love to disgust.

Suddenly, a sharp pottery whistle sounded, the sound of horseshoes stopped quickly, and it was finally quiet outside.She moved her eyes closer to have a look, but she could only see a horse with the leather saddle she had seen before, but there was an extra thing she had never seen before, hanging on the side of the horse's belly, a Human feet are on it.

"Ji Xia, why are you here?"

A voice came, and the woman curled her lips. It was the voice of her man's eldest son, the voice of the man who wanted to bury herself.

Of course, this kind of hatred can't be expressed by curling her lips. The reason she curled her lips was just because she heard a name, which she didn't like very much.

Ordinarily, after his children studied in Yucheng with this Jixia, they changed a lot, and most of them changed towards a better place.

But when I came back last year, I always mentioned this so-called husband, which made the mother inevitably feel a kind of inexplicable jealousy, and I didn't even feel it.Although the child still treats her very well, it seems that there is someone who is higher in the child's heart, which makes her very unhappy.

And when she came back that time, her child Ling told herself that her husband gave her words, which was a mouthful for her, but this kind of anger was even worse-this so-called husband robbed her of what she should do as a mother. What word do you choose for your son?

With such a strange emotion, she finally heard the voice of that person after curling her lips. She thought to herself that this person was not very old, but he still called her husband, what a weird person.

"I heard that your father passed away, so I hurried over to express my condolences. Hey, why are you brothers blushing just after your father left? Is this what brothers should do? Ling, what should brothers do? Don't I taught you?"

"Friendship and harmony. I dare not forget my teacher's teachings."

"How about disharmony?"

"Slapping the palm of the hand, punishing the virtue of a gentleman."

"Hand out!"

The woman tried her best to look out, and saw that the man on the horse in front of her took out a long piece of wood from the saddle bag. She knew that the beating was painful, and the woman couldn't help shouting: "Why beat my son!"

"Mom! Leave it alone!"

The woman was even more annoyed when she heard this retort, and completely forgot that she might be buried, she couldn't help cursing: "Hey, Jixia, are you deaf? Is it only my son and brother?" Arguing? Why don't you hit them?"

"No one has taught brothers how to get along. Of course it's not wrong. Besides, I'm Ling's husband, not the two of them."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of crackling palms came out. At this time, the woman heard that many people from the city had gathered outside, as if they were watching the fun.The woman was even more irritable, thinking that if her son lost such a person in front of everyone, it would be even more difficult to gain a foothold in the city in the future.

More and more people gathered around to watch the excitement, and the woman saw a lot of human feet through the legs of the horses. This is the center of the city.

The palm of the hand was still beating, and it sounded like it was already swollen, and the woman's heart beat every time she was beating.

But the slapping of the palms was not enough. After the slapping, the woman heard that annoying voice asking again: "Do you still remember the virtues of a gentleman you learned in school? Recite it again!"

"Ling dare not forget..."

As if he had rehearsed it long ago, he recited the various requirements for selecting a leader that sounded almost perfect and met the moral requirements of the moment, and the voice became louder.

This is not a current creation. As early as when those children came to the school, Chen Jian packaged the various virtues needed by the nobles to rule the common people, and systematically proposed virtue and art.This is more in line with the habits of the slave era. After all, not every city can use the method of Xiacheng. If it is used directly, it will cause confusion. It is better to use a method that is more in line with this era.

That was the first lesson Chen Jian taught them, so those relatives and heirs remembered it very clearly. Everything in it is within this era. If a person can really do it, be the leader of a city More than enough, and the tribe would certainly agree.

Across a wall, the woman could hear clearly, the dissatisfaction in her heart gradually disappeared, and she seemed to understand something vaguely.

And as the virtues that should be obeyed were spoken out loudly, the discussion of the people in the city outside gradually became louder, occasionally mixed with a burst of praise.

From fairness to compassion, from filial piety to self-reflection... every line is like the model of a leader imagined by many people. If anyone can do all these, the city will definitely get better and better.

Chen Jian knew very well that it was just an illusion to expect the leaders and nobles to do all this, but compared to the bloody facts and Xiacheng's indoctrination from scratch, people in other cities preferred to believe in things that sounded better.

"I don't dare to forget all this. Ling will reflect on whether he has done it every ten days or ten days. It's just...just sir...my brother wants to bury my mother as a son. Shouldn't I be anxious? A son is the son of the father, so is he not the son of the mother?"

As soon as these words were finished, some clansmen from the nearby cities said: "That's true. Jixia, you shouldn't be punished. What's wrong with doing this?"

"That's right."

"Whose mother is not in a hurry to be buried?"

"If those gentlemen's virtues can do it, does this kind of mistake still have to be punished? Who can not make mistakes?"

Chapter 1 is difficult

Chen Jian looked at more and more people gathered around, and listened to the louder and louder discussions, and secretly smiled inwardly.

The virtue of a gentleman that was read aloud just now was originally meant for these clansmen.

Seeing more and more people, Chen Jian walked up to Ling's elder brother, who hurriedly saluted.

"What's going on here?"

"Ji Xia, when my father passed away, I was afraid that my father's soul would be lonely and no one would take care of her. She is my father's woman, she knows hot and cold and is loved by him. This is our filial piety."

Chen Jian asked, "Is this your father's will?"

"No."

"Then have you asked Ling's mother if she is willing?"

"Never."

"Then it's hard to say. I'm just an outsider, and I shouldn't have said these things. It's just that I heard that if a person kills a cow, the cow will cry and fear, and even be so angry that he will kill the person who killed the cow. Cows are like this, let alone people. What? She still has a son now, and the son has never been married, so she may not want to die."

"Since she is unwilling, won't she be resentful after death? Do you want your father to have a gap with her? How is this filial piety? This is simply hurting your father."

The man snorted and said, "What Jixia said is too harsh. If Jixia said so, those who died as slaves, wouldn't slaves still kill their masters?"