Bury the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 28 We are Zhu Jinsong who killed officials and rebelled
Zhu Jinsong knew that he was taking the blame for someone else, and he was sitting on the mountain, and the blame came from the sky. The blame didn't say hello in advance, and he didn't care whether he wanted it or not. Anyway, it just hit him with a duang .

A Zhuangzi that I have never been to, but the gentry in the Zhuangzi was led to exterminate the family and distributed the money and food to the people?Co-author Cao Thief likes to kill people in his dreams, and I, Zhu Jinsong, like to beat evil gentry in my dreams?

Such a low-level method, let alone Zhu Jinsong, even a deaf old dog can understand what's going on.

Of course, Zhu Jinsong doesn't mind taking a few more scapegoats, anyway, if there are too many lice, it doesn't itch, and if there are too many debts, he doesn't worry about it.

But this pot cannot be taken in vain.

Zhu Jinsong smiled and took the young men of Meng Lianggu's first company to the village. Once they reached the big willow tree at the entrance of the village, Zhu Jinsong waved these young men to disband on the spot, but he took two of his men to the village. The willow tree is gone.

Under the big willow tree at the entrance of the village, a few old men in ragged jackets were sitting together to bask in the sun, and there were a few half-grown children running wildly around.

There is no way around it, these days most of the common people’s houses are adobe houses with air leaks everywhere, and there is no heating facility such as heating and floor heating. In addition, coal and charcoal are extremely expensive, and ordinary people are reluctant to burn stoves, so I can only bask in the sun more to keep my body warm.

These old men had already discovered the movement of Zhu Jinsong and his party, and they wanted to run away, but they were afraid that something might happen that would annoy Zhu Jinsong, so they could only bite the bullet and continue to bask in the sun. The half-grown children also hid behind the old man.

At this time, seeing Zhu Jinsong, the leader, coming under the big willow tree with his followers, these old men couldn't pretend anymore, and stood up one after another.

The shoulders of these old people are slightly slumped, and they don't even know where to put their callused hands. They look at Zhu Jinsong with a look of bewilderment, with a flattering and even flattering smile on their faces. , But behind this smile is a deep guard.

Zhu Jinsong forced himself to smile and greet those old people, because Zhu Jinsong couldn't tell what he was feeling.

After walking around those old people, Zhu Jinsong said with a smile: "Old people, don't be afraid. We are neither officers and soldiers nor bandits. We just pass by our village, thinking about begging for a drink."

An authentic Shandong accent quickly shortened the distance between Zhu Jinsong and them.

Listening to the accent, these people in front of me are not too far away even if they are from other places. He also said that he is not an officer, soldier or gangster, and he speaks politely. Although he still doesn't know where they came from and what they are going to do, but look at them. The leader is acting like this, shouldn't kill and set fire?

Several old men looked at each other, and after a while, an old man asked tentatively: "I don't know where the old man came from? Where is he going? But what can I use the little old man for?"

Zhu Jinsong felt uncomfortable, forced himself to laugh, and said: "We are talented, but we can't be called uncle, old man, please don't call me that, if you don't think we are from a foreign country, call us Zhu Lang You are welcome."

The old man who asked the question just now said quickly: "Oh, oh, the little old man has seen Mr. Zhu Lang."

Zhu Jinsong smiled, then sat down on the ground again, pressed his hands down, and said: "You old people, stop standing like this, sit down, sit down."

The old men looked at each other again, and then sat on the ground one by one, but no one sat on the horse anymore.

Zhu Jinsong knew that these old men hadn't let go of their vigilance and worries completely, so he didn't try to persuade them any more, but just said with a smile: "Just now this old man asked if there was anything he could do to help. Actually, this question is really serious. It's on point."

The hearts of the old men tightened, and the person who answered just now asked tentatively: "If there is anything that can be used for the little old man, just ask Mr. Zhu Lang to do it?"

Zhu Jinsong said with a smile: "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that we people have driven for a long time. We want to come to the Zhuangzi to beg for a drink and have lunch by the way."

The old man who answered the question just now was a little hesitant, and tentatively said: "I think Mr. Lang must have a hundred or ten people under his command? It's not a big deal to have a lunch, but Xu Zhuang is relatively poor, so maybe we don't have any delicious treats?"

Zhu Jinsong laughed, and said: "Don't worry, we are also born in poverty. We don't eat this food for free. We will give you how much we should give. And these brothers under our hands, they are also poor. family background, no one will harm the folks in Zhuangzi."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Jinsong took out a piece of broken silver from his bosom, handed it to the old man and said, "Do you always see if it is enough?"

The old man didn't dare to pick up the broken silver, but waved his hands again and again to refuse: "What is Zhu Langjun doing, he just asks for money for lunch, if you say it, people should laugh at me for being ignorant in Xuzhuang."

Zhu Jinsong grabbed the old man's hand, and forced the broken silver into the old man's hand: "It's a matter of course to pay for meals, the old man should not refuse again, if you don't accept this money, then we would rather not be in Xuzhou." Zhuang eats this meal."

Holding the ingot of broken silver in his hands, the old man was quite at a loss.

But Zhu Jinsong said with a smile: "You just accept it, if you don't accept it, it will make our juniors feel uneasy."

The old man hesitated for a while, and finally said to another old man: "Go to Zhuangzi and shout, find some people who can cook, and cook a meal for Zhu Langjun and the others."

After a pause, the old man added: "By the way, kill my old hen to Zhu Langjun, and then see who has chickens, let them kill a few."

Zhu Jinsong noticed that although the old man was talking to another old man just now, his eyes were always paying attention to his own face. The reason why he proposed to kill chickens to entertain guests was actually because he was worried that his group would suddenly Flip.

Zhu Jinsong quickly waved his hand and said, "What are you doing, old man? We're here to have lunch, not to hurt Zhuangzi. It's a good thing to have an old hen at home. I can lay more eggs for these little ones. Brothers eat."

Speaking of this, Zhu Jinsong laughed again, and said: "It is said that this half-sized boy can starve to death, don't be ridiculous, we are also poor, when we are as big as these little brothers behind, We woke up hungry in the middle of the night and didn’t want to eat a bun, we know what it’s like.”

Seeing Zhu Jinsong's sincerity, several old men finally let go of their vigilance. Except for one old man who went back to the Zhuangzi to ask someone to cook, the rest of the old men slowly smiled.

The old man in the lead habitually touched the pot of dry tobacco, wanted to light a pot, but suddenly remembered the existence of Zhu Jinsong, and Dang even gave a sneer, and said, "I made you laugh."

With a smile, Zhu Jinsong took the tobacco pot and pipe from the old man, packed them for the old man and handed them back, then took out the fire bag from his arms, put it in front of the old man's tobacco pot, and said with a smile: "If you are willing to smoke a bag, you will be fine." Suck it, don’t care if we suck it or not.”

The old man was flattered and took two puffs on the fire. After the tobacco leaves in the pot lit up, he exhaled a long puff of smoke, looked at Zhu Jinsong and said, "Where did you come from? Where are you going?"

Zhu Jinsong said with a smile: "Since your old man asked, then we have to answer, but we have to say first, no matter what your old man hears, you can't be afraid?"

The old man nodded, and said: "Your Majesty, even if you say so, I've been fooling around for decades, and I'm not too bad at seeing people. Just because you treat me old men like this, I know that I'm a good man. Not a bad guy."

Zhu Jinsong slapped his thigh fiercely, and shouted: "You can stop talking! We are really not bad people!"

Zhu Jinsong's demeanor made several old men laugh.

Zhu Jinsong went on to say: "Okay, let's talk, don't be afraid - we are the gangster who was wanted by the government recently, surnamed Zhu, named Zhu Jinsong."

The old men who were still laughing just now stopped laughing, and the old man who was still smoking just now was coughing non-stop. A group of people got up from the ground with a bang, looked at Zhu Jinsong in surprise and said: "You, you It's Zhu..."

The half-grown children behind the old men were frightened and angry, and looked at Zhu Jinsong like sharp knives.

Zhu Jinsong didn't care, just waved his hands with a smile, and said: "Sit down, sit down, just now we said don't be afraid, unexpectedly these old people don't count their words, they are all scared."

A crowd of old men looked at me and I looked at you, but no one dared to sit down again. In the end, the old man who was smoking just sat down first, took a deep breath and asked: "Mr. Xu Zhuang, but because the people of Xu Zhuang took the name of Mr. Lang?"

Zhu Jinsong smiled and waved his hands, and said: "Let's be clear, in fact, we originally planned to come to Xuzhuang to see if there were any evil gentry bullying our common people, and if there were any, we would kill them, but we never thought about it. The folks in Zhuang are one step ahead.”

"As for claiming our name, what is that? We don't care about such a big deal, why are you afraid because of this?"

Several old men looked at each other again, and the smoking old man plucked up his courage and boldly asked: "Then Mr. Xu came to Xuzhuang?"

Zhu Jinsong said: "One is to see if anyone in our Xuzhuang is willing to follow me to kill tartars, and the other is to come to our Xuzhuang to see which old people in our village are of high morals and prestige. I would like to invite some old people to organize Farmers' Association."

The old man smoking asked, "What is a peasant association?"

Zhu Jinsong said with a smile: "This peasant association, of course, speaks for us common people."

"In the past, the local tyrants and evil gentry had the final say in this village. They would occupy our land if they wanted. They said whoever was the leader of the Baojia brand was whoever it was. They helped the government to oppress us. The food is taken away, and we have to be sent to corvee.”

"Other Zhuangzi, Zhu Jinsong beat up those local tyrants and evil gentry, and distributed the land to the folks in the village, but what about our Xuzhuang? The evil gentry has been eliminated, but who should be in charge of this land?"

"Don't talk about anything else, just talk about this land——Ye just thought about killing the evil gentry, but he didn't think about the fact that there is still a land deed in the government? In the future, when the new evil gentry comes to the government to find the land deed, what should you do? ?”

The smoking old man tentatively asked: "Then your peasant association is not afraid of the government?"

After asking, the smoking old man laughed at himself again, and said, "That's right, Mr. Xiao Lang, you dare to kill officials and rebel, so what kind of government are you afraid of?"

Zhu Jinsong nodded in agreement, and said: "Isn't that the case? We all killed officials and rebelled, who is afraid of the Tartar government? To tell you the truth, if we kill officials, we will rebel. Sooner or later Get the Tartars out."

Speaking of this, Zhu Jinsong pointed to the half-grown children behind the old men, and said: "If our generation does not drive out the Tartars, these little brothers will be oppressed by the Tartars when they grow up. "

"At your age, you should have heard of growing your hair but not it? There used to be poems saying that these little brothers are hairy and immature, but look at these little brothers, what are they hanging down? It looks like that mouse's tail!"

"There is one more thing, that is, you killed the evil gentry in our name. Do you really think the government can't guess what's going on? One Zhuangzi and two Zhuangzi took our name, the government may not be able to figure it out, but how many Tens of hundreds of Zhuangzi are all pretending to be our name at the same time? The government is not a fool!"

(End of this chapter)