Abyss Express

When you come to Chabon as a guest, you don’t have to read heroic epics, but you must read local chronicles.

The official history of this continent is too far away from the common people. Even the governors of local states cannot get on the stage. They are not even qualified to be chess pieces in the eyes of adults.

Local chronicles record the taxation situation of a county and town over the years, population changes and policy changes, the main strategies of the county government and personnel promotion records, the source of the county magistrate's income from the Lianlian Bank, and some local chronicles also record legal conflicts in recognition of the county magistrate's merits in settling cases. , local laws are strict, and several representative litigation cases will be specially presented.

The Mayflower collection has many local chronicles, including those from Sendai Prefecture and other large and small towns. These books are lists of the best families. It is clear at a glance which county to go to and which family to do business with.

After Mr. Wen Bucai demonstrated his ability to catch sea monsters and fight dragons, Mrs. Wang of the Admiral's family in Sendai Prefecture was impressed - even if the family had no money, it would be worth thousands of gold just to recruit Wen Bucai as a thug. Martial arts can be sold to the emperor's family.

"Come with me, come with me, Mr. Wen." Wang immediately led the "couple" to the collection hall to introduce them and talk about family matters.

The master led the way, chatting and laughing with the old butler in the ball hall, but in the blink of an eye, Victor and Wen Bucai arrived in a quiet room.

Wang took a genealogy from the bookshelf and talked about the bloodline with Wen Bucai.

The family surnamed Wang in Sendai Prefecture can be traced back to the famous families in the capital, and can be linked to the lintels of loyal ministers of the previous dynasty. Mrs. Wang's family has been a canal transport business for generations. Before being incorporated by the imperial court, it was Tonghe and Wujiang. A generation of water bandits. It's just that the local chronicles of various counties and counties changed the term from bandits to rebels.

Victor didn't care much about the origins of the Wang family. He found a document from Beijing, which was also Chabon's capital chronicle, and slowly read it as writing material.

After seeing it halfway, he asked casually.

"What does it mean to be a literati with the first grade in the provincial examination?"

Mrs. Wang and Mr. Wen Bucai were having a heated conversation and had no time to take care of the dancer's minor problems.

The master came to Victor and explained: "That's a state and local exam. It's a big exam that happens every three years."

"This candidate named Yu Datong." Victor asked about a case in the local chronicles of the capital: "He is both a scholar and a scholar? What exactly is he?"

"That's the people's education." The master came to the book and continued to explain: "Oh, he is in the top three in the county examination and the provincial examination. This person has a bright future."

"He wants to be a high official?" Victor didn't understand.

Master: "You don't have to kneel when you see the magistrate. You are exempt from corvee labor and taxes. If you get into a lawsuit, you can't be punished casually - but you are still a step away from becoming an official."

Victor: "Additional head?"

"Miss Latiya, you don't know something. If you want to be an official in Chabon, you must not only be talented and practical, but also understand the ways of the world." The master described it in a serious manner: "No matter how small a local official is, there is a birthday gift every year, and there is a help fee . Promotion, scheduling, and private gifts. No matter how insignificant the chief envoy, county magistrate, or county magistrate is, as long as he is in charge of ten thousand households, he is still the great master of Qingtian. But in the eyes of Emperor Xia Bang of the imperial court, this mountain is long and the river is long. You are thousands of miles away and you will never see a small official in your life, and none of them have a salary."

"If you want to gain money and power, you have to rely on this set of rules. This is true from the bottom up."

Victor then pointed to the local chronicles, which contained records about Datong——

"——Why is he exiled to Danqiu Kingdom? Isn't he very powerful? He can take exams and write articles."

The master interrupted: "It's useless. Isn't everything written clearly in the book?"

"This Yu Datong is from Chaozhou in Wuling Mountain. He is four hundred and twenty miles away from the capital, so he has no connection with him at all."

"No matter how much money he spends in the state capital, even if he buys it out at the price, buying such a candidate with 30,000 taels of silver, he still has to rely on his real talent and practical skills to go to the palace examination."

"Besides, he dares to sue the officials."

Speaking of this, the master carefully read the annotations in the local chronicles and suddenly realized.

"Oh, it was about the bribery of examiners by candidates at the same time. He took the opportunity of going to the capital to take the exam to complain. So according to Xia Law, people who complain against officials are guilty of the same crime as officials, so he was exiled to Danqiu Kingdom."

"No." Victor felt it didn't make sense: "Isn't he going to be an official soon?"

"That's right, it's just this last step." The master felt that Latia was a little naive: "Miss Latia, I dare to tell you this matter only on the ship."

"If you go back to Sendai Prefecture, you will lose your head if you talk nonsense."

"The judge did not put on animal clothes, did not receive the governor's transfer order, and did not receive the county magistrate's approval. He was still a pariah when he returned to the village."

"If everyone has the ability to complain to officials, what will you do if you ask the local governors and magistrates? No matter how he complains, he will be sent back to the local area for retrial - does the emperor need to go to Wuling Mountain in person? Or should the county magistrate of Wuling Mountain spend a How many months? Walking more than 400 miles to Beijing to meet the Holy Spirit? Just for 30,000 taels of silver? For such a thing?"

"I know you have a magical railway device that allows people to fly thousands of miles in a day."

Before the master finished speaking, Victor probably understood what story the local chronicle told, because when he turned to the next page, there was something even more outrageous.

"In the autumn of the fifteenth year of Lingzong's reign, there was a great epidemic and famine in the southeast. Men's meat in Pei County cost six cents a pound."

This also led to a debt case. It was said that when a family in Pei County was in poverty, the man wanted to go to Bifang City in the north to borrow food from his clan brothers to tide over the difficulties.

The male host set out in early April, but if local tenants wanted to travel far, they had to obtain customs clearance documents approved by the county magistrate. This set of rules has been around since ancient times. Xia Bang has been experiencing civil strife all year round, and tenants are important to local magistrates in supporting regional armed forces. Resources must not be easily transferred to other places.

The customs clearance document also includes handling fees such as fuel consumption, ticket fees, tail raising and other fees, which can be regarded as another type of toll.

The man of the house can't afford the money, and his family is starving to death. Where can he get the money to buy the customs clearance documents? So he sneaked out. The magistrate found out about the matter and before the tenant came back, he took his wife and made him a military prostitute, and chopped his son into minced meat and made it into military rations.

The man begged for food, but when he came back it was six cents per catty for meat. All the food he got from the clan was confiscated.

After Victor read the short story in the local chronicle, he was shocked——

——He is already very old. To say that he has lived for such a long time, he has slowly come from the evil capitalist society to modern times, and has never experienced the exploitation of the feudal slave empire at all.

In the impression of this European-American writer, the most barbaric place is also related to the Mayflower, which is just another Mayflower in the secular world, a pioneer ship leading to the American continent.

These lines of writing in black and white completely refreshed Victor's understanding of Chabon.

The local chronicles' descriptions of lawsuits and cases are also written from a different perspective, showing to outsiders the strict local laws and regulations and the thunderous tactics of managers.

It felt like a farmer demonstrating how to slaughter broiler chickens and how to turn disobedient broilers into chicken feed.

"Miss Latiya?" Seeing that the dancer was silent, the master asked, "Are you complaining about this move?"

"Think about it. It's a pity for such a young talent. It's a pity that Chabon is so ruthless."

"If Yu Datong is not from the Wuling Mountain area, perhaps the Holy Spirit will be more lenient when criticizing the book."

The Wuling Mountain area is where Luo Ping'an's Taoist temple is located——

——This fierce man once told a story to Meteor.

Since Mr. Ping An came to Shambhala, for the next 1,300 years, starting from the time of Wu Zetian, he has been killing corrupt officials and starting a rebellion. However, after killing all the bad ones, there are only a few left. So bad.

To be honest, if Ping An can keep the three-acre land of Taiyi Xuanmen, it is good. If he can lead his brothers and sisters in the dojo to live a small life, he has already tried his best.

There are monsters and monsters everywhere here, and there is no torch of scientific civilization. Even the sun in the sky cannot guarantee that it will rise tomorrow. How can it be said that the fate of tens or hundreds of millions of people can be changed by just relying on the power of one or two people?

There were no telephones, cars or railroads. When a Taoist leader gets wind of the news and comes to kill someone, he has to climb mountains for several months and walk more than a thousand miles.

In earlier times, Luo Ping'an didn't even know whether what he was doing was right or wrong. When the news came and he went on-site to check and search for traces of the demon, he was afraid that the evil spirit had long been hiding.

Yu Datong was from the Wuling Mountain area, which was also the place that Xia Bang’s emperors disliked the most——

——There is a living god here. The people don’t worship the emperor but worship the gods. What’s the big deal?

If he didn't have the ability to suppress bandits, Da Xia Zi would have already identified Taiyi Xuanmen as the leader of a cult.

Immortal Heian was unable to escape the limitations of the times, and ended up becoming one of the warlords just like the Sixteen Kingdoms of Tonghe that he himself described. Then he kept waiting, waiting for ships from the civilized world to find this deserted continent.

"Master."

After the morning class, a little Taoist boy opened the door of the wing and called Mr. Ping An to get up.

"Yeah!" Luo Ping'an stood up with his tablet in his arms, yawned lazily on the bed, and took off his glasses.

Little Taoist: "Did you stay up late again?"

Luo Pingan quickly hid the tablet under the pillow.

The little Taoist boy laughed and said, "What kind of ecstasy is in that foreign trick? Can it suck away all your true energy, Master?"

"Haha. Hey." Luo Ping'an didn't hide it. After being pointed out by his little apprentice, he simply took it out and shared it together.

I saw that the dramas on this electronic device were all costume dramas, related to the fantasy theme of immortality.

"Hey, boy, look at this, and this, and this and this."

Luo Pingan introduced happily——

——Although there is no Internet or electricity, the power bank is enough for him to finish more than 200 episodes of TV dramas.

"Hi!" The little apprentice said with contempt: "It's not like I haven't seen it before. They are all bluffing. Could it be that Master, you still want to find a way to become an immortal from these foreign tricks? If it is so good, Nine Realms Continent Are all the people here gods?"

Speaking of this, the young apprentice changed his mind again.

"That's right. This little magic weapon (tablet computer) has hidden secrets and can illuminate scenes thousands of miles away. I think the people in these paintings will naturally have nothing to worry about."

"It's not like our Wuling Mountain. There was still a locust plague in Tianjiatun last year. All the men in the dozen or so villages became short-coat gangs (meaning they pawned their long clothes and went to work in the fields wearing clothes without sleeves and legless trousers). , Fortunately, no more cannibalism happens, otherwise the monster will appear again - you won't have time to lie in bed and watch the show."

A good costume drama will probably not let you see exciting scenes of cannibalism.

This is also an anecdote that Luo Ping'an told when he met Meteor. In the eyes of this old man, the entertainment products of the mortal world and the narrative of the feudal era are like fairy tales. That kind of beautiful life is something he can't hope for, except In addition to envy, it can also be viewed as an absurd comedy.

"Your master doesn't have any skills, he just knows how to kill people." Ping An hugged his legs, sat carelessly on the bed, and talked about these dramas with his young apprentice: "If one day, Wuling Mountain can really become what it is in these stories, What a beautiful thing that is.”

"Where? Where?" The young apprentice couldn't understand: "Do I expect these heroes to come to save me? Master? They can't even hold a knife steady, they fly around with a sling hanging on their body, and they don't bring dry food with them when they go far away. , I only have a small amount of money in my bag, and I ask for my registration number when I meet people. If I throw it away, we can survive for two days in the back mountain, which is pretty good."

Ping An quickly explained: "I mean, it would be great if everyone could be like this and live a simple, happy and healthy life."

"Hey!" the little apprentice said immediately: "Then I have to criticize you! Master! You taught me that there is nothing for nothing in the world. Even if there is, it is not in Xia Bang - you saved me from the hands of the river god. When I came out, I told us boys and girls that saving us is a favor and repaying our kindness is our duty. Killing monsters requires hard work and hard work, and you can't expect monsters to be merciful."

"It's a criticism." Ping An responded with a smile: "It's a criticism, yes, yes, yes."

"Also, you have to look at this little magic weapon every day." The young apprentice held the tablet computer and said with blame: "Maybe the real energy has been sucked away, and the brain is not very bright anymore."

"This story is all about love and love. It's not easy to kill anyone. So why do you love me and I love you? You commit suicide by drowning yourself in a river and cutting your wrists. Aren't they going to farm? Aren't they hungry?"

Ping An smiled even happier: "So I'm very envious."

"My mother got married to Chenjiazhuang, Qinghe County, and my grandfather traded her for three bushels of beans. My mother's love is just three bushels of beans, but it's better than turning into a two-legged sheep." The young apprentice said calmly: "According to what this little magic weapon says, it is indeed quite beautiful - these hundreds and thousands of years of cultivation, give up when you say you want to give up, don't want it when you say you don't want it, the spiritual energy of that day has become rich enough to make wild dogs on the roadside achieve enlightenment. If you are an immortal, sucking a few mouthfuls of immortal farts and eating a few mouthfuls of immortal shit are all part of your spiritual practice."

At this point, the young apprentice also began to envy the fantasy world depicted on the tablet.

"Well! That's great! That's great! If I were reincarnated into the prince's family or the immortal's family, I would have the same virtue! But I have to be more generous! I will defecate and fart on the roadside every day, so that the common people will become Immortal!~"

"Master, please teach me how to reincarnate! I also want to go to the world of mortals to experience it! I want to fall in love with these fairy sisters!~"

Luo Ping'an cursed——

"——It's your fucking turn? I've already practiced this magic by myself!"