Chapter 474 River Festival ([-])

That day Li Zhao and Song Qingyue came out in light cars and simple clothes, and the hidden guards followed quietly behind them pretending to be merchant porters.

Here, Li Zhao immediately ordered Lin Wanfu to follow the team to see what they were going to do.

They saw them carrying the sedan chair all the way to a corner by the Fen River.

By the river, dozens of people were already waiting there. A simple decorated wooden shelf was set up by the river, and some tributes such as pig heads and sheep heads were placed on it.

After the sedan chair was carried to the river, a dozen or so young and middle-aged men put on masks and began to dance the big rope around the girl on the sedan chair.

The musical instruments used to play were all made by the villagers, and the sound sounded rough and beautiful. Song Qingyue found it very interesting, but Li Zhao beside her frowned tightly.

"Moon..."

Li Zhao called softly.

"What's wrong?" Song Qingyue was still nodding slightly to the music.

"This seems to be a ceremony to worship the river god."

"What do you mean?" Realizing that Li Zhao's tone was not quite right, Song Qingyue also slowly suppressed the smile on her face, "You... don't mean that the girl is a sacrifice?"

Li Zhao frowned, thought for a while, snapped his fingers, and said, "Wanfu, immediately ride a horse and bring the county magistrate to this king, and ask him to bring the police over here quickly. Dazhou Law has a saying that lynching should not be abused against good people." .”

It is indeed stipulated in the law of the Great Zhou Dynasty that ordinary people are not allowed to keep slaves in their homes, and it is difficult to find slaves that can be bought and sold in the market. Even for big landlords, the servants in the family are generally hired, and some servants are named as "adopted sons", "adopted sons" and "adopted sons". Entering the government with the identity of "adopted daughter" and the master's family become a de facto master-servant relationship.

But no matter whether they are hired workers or adopted sons and daughters, in principle, they do not belong to lowly status, and the host family has no right to life and death over them.

Of course, this is only in principle. If the people don't raise their heads, the officials will naturally not be full to meddle in their own business.

Seeing that Li Zhao was unwilling to go out to interfere in this matter, Song Qingyue put her hands on the car window and became worried: "Is there still time when the county magistrate comes?"

Li Zhao sighed: "It's too late, I'll let Wan Quan lead someone to grab it."

Song Qingyue frowned deeply: "But even if they save her alone, will they choose another girl and secretly throw them into the river when we are not paying attention? And in the past, I don't know what they threw How many girls were thrown into the river. This is just the Fen River, and how many people are thrown into the Yellow River.”

The two sat in the carriage and waited quietly.

The ceremony of jumping the big rope is quite complicated. The girl sitting on the sedan chair is covered with a red veil and sits motionless.

Song Qingyue got a little impatient waiting, so she told Wan Quan: "Wan Quan, take the person closer. When they push the person to the river, remember to save him on the spot."

The nearest county seat is more than 100 miles away, and it was too late for Lin Wanfu to move quickly.

Half an hour later, these villagers finally finished dancing. Several old gray-haired guys in the lead led everyone to kneel down towards the river, and a few strong men walked out of the crowd. Picking up the tribute on the table, I plan to throw those pork, sheep's heads, people and sedan chairs into the river together!
"Go! Stop it!"

Song Qingyue shouted.

She didn't care about that much, and pulled Li Zhao out of the carriage and ran towards the river bank: "Stop! Stop it!"

(End of this chapter)

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