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Chapter 40 0038 [Want to rebel? 】

"Whether you want to work or join the army, you can come to Zhu Zhengze to register tomorrow. Alright, let's leave after I've finished speaking."

After Han Zhen finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the house regardless of the villagers' reactions.

If they really want to work and join the army, they will go by themselves.

For those who don't want to go, no matter how much they talk, it's useless.

The prosperity of the world is for profit; the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit.

When a cake needs 500 Wen, he can guarantee that this group of villagers Pu Dao is better than anyone else.

In the same way, when they find out that joining the army can make them live better than farming, they will naturally be moved.

It was getting late, and night fell.

The villagers in Guchang dispersed one after another, each with different expressions.

Not long after, every household lit up the kitchen smoke.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

……

The next day.

Early in the morning, Han Zhen woke up to a loud noise.

After opening the door and washing up, he walked towards the second courtyard.

As soon as he stepped through the courtyard gate, Han Zhen couldn't help but pause.

As far as the eye could see, the courtyard was crowded with black people, without even a place to stay.

Zhu Zhengze was surrounded even more tightly, and his ears were full of chattering voices. Even with his dull personality, he was sweating profusely at the moment.

Seeing that An Niang and his sister-in-law were stuck in the kitchen and unable to get out, Han Zhen shouted, "What are you all doing here? Do you want to rebel?"

In an instant, the whole house was completely quiet.

Looking around, Han Zhen said loudly: "Everyone go out and come in in a long line in an orderly manner. Ma Sangou, you take people to maintain order. If anyone dares to make trouble, take it down on the spot!"

"Yes!"

Ma Sangou's voice sounded, but he couldn't see anyone at all, and he didn't know where he was squeezed into.

Whoa!

The next moment, the crowd in the yard receded like a tide.

"call!"

Zhu Zhengze heaved a sigh of relief, rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

At that moment just now, he only felt that there were countless ducks quacking in his ears, and he was dizzy.

Ma Sangou and the others were not much better, and one of their shoes was squeezed out.

Quickly picked up the shoes and put them on, Ma Sangou walked out of the yard with the simple knife.

Walking quickly into the hall, pulling over the chair and sitting down, Han Zhen asked, "How is it? How many have you registered?"

Zhu Zhengze pointed to the blank paper on the table, and said with a wry smile, "It's too messy and noisy, I can't even hear what they are saying."

"You are only responsible for registering the recruitment of livestock for leasing and building cottages, and leave the rest to me."

As Han Zhen spoke, he took a stack of blank paper from in front of him.

With Zhu Zhengze's naive temperament, so many people may not be able to register until dark.

Hey!
Or there are too few scholars in the village, not enough at all.

Seeing Han Zhang coming out of the kitchen, Han Zhen ordered: "Sister-in-law, please go to the small warehouse in the backyard and get a basket of copper coins."

"Hey."

Han Zhang responded and walked towards the backyard.

After a while, he and Fang Sansan joined forces to drag a basket of copper coins to the hall.

Han Zhang asked curiously: "Erlang, why are you paying wages today?"

"It will be useful later!"

Han Zhen smiled mysteriously.

While the two were talking, the villagers came in in a long line.

Han Zhen said: "Divide into two teams. Those who rent livestock and build cottages go to Zhu Zhengze to register, and those who recruit workers and join the army come to my side."

Hearing this, the long team was immediately divided into two teams.

A villager stepped forward quickly and said, "Village chief, I want to recruit workers."

"Name?"

"Zhang San."

Han Zhen quickly wrote a contract, handed it over and said, "Press a fingerprint, and then go to the grain farm and so on."

After Zhang San pressed his fingerprints, Han Zhen waved his hand and called, "Next!"

Han Zhen's registration efficiency is very fast, which is in stark contrast to Zhu Zhengze who is on the side.

After a while, a stack of deeds was piled up on the table.

However, from the beginning to now, all the villagers who came to him came to recruit workers, and none of them joined the army.

Seeing that the line was getting shorter and shorter, Ma Sangou lowered his voice and said anxiously: "Second Brother Han, this is not the way to go."

"No hurries."

Han Zhen said indifferently.

It is normal for villagers to resist joining the army. In fact, the Northern Song Dynasty completely stigmatized the profession of soldiers.

The exile requires tattooing.

This is different from tattoos, where the names and places of origin of soldiers are tattooed directly on the face.

The advantage is that it can effectively prevent deserters.

After all, with tattoos on his face, no matter where he went, others would know that he was a deserter.

But the disadvantages are also obvious. This kind of tattoo with a strong insult directly destroys the soldiers' self-esteem and breaks the backbone of the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty.

Coupled with the notorious reputation of the Xiang army over the years, the image of the not-so-good soldier was completely trampled into the quagmire.

As a result, "thieves supporting the army" has become the lowest and most vicious swear word just like pickled goods and thieves.

Under the influence of such an atmosphere, it is strange that the villagers have a good impression of joining the army.

In their perception, Liang Jiazi would not join the army.

Wanting to reverse this deep-rooted concept does not happen overnight, it needs to be subtle.

Of course, it is not impossible for Han Zhen to compel conscription, but then there is no way to guarantee the combat power of the army, and it will completely destroy the prestige that he has worked so hard for for many days.

A person's willingness to go to the battlefield and being forced to go to the battlefield are completely different things.

The combat power displayed can almost be described as a world of difference.

Compulsory conscription can only get a group of mobs. It is okay to fight with the wind, but once you encounter a regular army with a stronger willingness to resist, they will throw away their helmets and armor and rush to escape.

……

A quarter of an hour later, when Han Zhen wrote a contract again, he said loudly: "The recruitment quotas for the lime kiln and the salt factory are full, and now we only recruit soldiers!"

Hearing this, the villagers in the back line were in commotion.

Seeing that the recruitment was full, many people transferred to another team, intending to build a cottage.

Although it doesn't last long to build a cottage, you can still earn 20 Wen a day.

For a moment, the originally long line in front of Han Zhen was reduced to only three or five people in an instant.

One of them hesitated for a moment, then cautiously stepped forward and asked, "Village Chief, does joining the army really eat three dry meals a day and one meat meal every three days?"

Han Zhen didn't answer but instead asked: "These days, have I ever lied to you?"

"Never."

The villager replied subconsciously.

When he regained his senses, he struggled, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation of three dry meals and meat a day, and gritted his teeth: "Then...then I will join the army!"

A smile flashed across Han Zhen's eyes, and he asked, "Name?"

"My name is Zhang He."

After writing down the other party's name, Han Zhen winked at Ma Sangou who was beside him.

Ma Sangou immediately understood, bent down and took out five hundred copper coins from the basket, and slapped it on the table.

The clinking of copper coins immediately attracted the attention of all the villagers.

Seeing a pile of golden copper coins on the table, each of them had fiery eyes.

Talking about a thousand, or saying ten thousand, is not as real as the shining money!
Han Zhen pointed to the money and said, "This is your salary for this month. Take the money and go back. You will report for duty tomorrow!"

"Thank you village chief!"

Zhang He thanked him again and again, and with a happy face, he grabbed the copper coins and stuffed them into his arms.

The five hundred copper coins bulged up his clothes, and even because the stuffing was too tight, the copper coins clucked the flesh of his stomach for a while and hurt.

But Zhang He didn't care, and turned around happily and left the hall.

Seeing this scene, several villagers who were still hesitating rushed up immediately.

"Count me in!"

"I want to join the army too!"

(End of this chapter)