Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

The things are all serious goods, carefully crafted by craftsmen for military officers, and like the pair of armor hanging in the main hall, they are all things passed down from ancestors.Grain-grain-net-first-post www>

"grown ups!"

While Zhang Shouren was looking around, the outer door of the courtyard was pushed open, and a young man wearing a felt hat and a very dirty mandarin duck battle jacket walked in. There was a mahogany waist plaque on the man's waist, showing that Out of the identity of the small flag officer.

At this time, he bumped into Zhang Shouren head-on, the man first made a gesture, then smiled all over his face, and said: "My lord, are you feeling better?"

Zhang Shouren was already tall enough, this man was taller than him, he looked young and quite heroic. [

It's just that his clothes are torn, his face is completely dull, and his waist is a bit bent.

Searching in memory, Zhang Shouren knows that this person is Zhang Shiqiang, a military household under his rule, because he is of the same clan, and is also a hereditary small banner, so he should work as a scumbag, so he has always been flattering, and he comes to Zhang's house every day to serve errands, which is considered a descendant The role of the orderly and orderly leader.

Zhang Shouren has been in a bad mood for the past few days, and has never gotten up to go out. His parents have passed away, and he is only 21. After three years in office, his salary is limited, and the family does not have much savings, so he is not married yet, except for an old servant who is in charge of doing chores and cooking , there is no one else at home.

It's funny to say, but in the last years of the Ming Dynasty, the officers in the guards were generally poor, and the officers at the level of a hundred households just had enough to eat.

"My lord," seeing Zhang Shouren getting up, Zhang Shiqiang was very pleasantly surprised, but he didn't dare to say anything more, he just clasped his fists and said, "I got the salt boiled by the sea, sir, please show me, do you want to go and have a look?"

Fushansuo is close to the sea, behind it is a large forest, and the land is very scarce and poor. The biggest source of income for the entire Qianhusuo is to cook the sea for salt.

At the beginning of each month, each military household would hand in the salt that was donated to the officials of the hundred households. After the amount was counted, it would be sold.

There is a salt field twenty miles away from Fushansuo, and it is very convenient for military households to cook and sell salt.

When Zhang Shouren searched these things in his memory, he immediately understood them.

Paying the salt this month has already been delayed because of his illness. The military households under this hundred households didn't give the salt to Zhang Shouren, and they didn't dare to sell it themselves, even this Zhang Shiqiang was like this.

No wonder this person came to visit several times a day.

"I'm already in good health, let's go and have a look."

Recalling Zhang Shouren's original tone of voice, there was no hindrance in his answer.

The two left the courtyard one after the other, and people in the houses and streets along the way bowed and saluted when they saw Zhang Shouren coming.These people were all military households under his rule, and of course they were very respectful when they came out to see Zhang Shouren.

The weather was very cold, Zhang Shouren kept nodding to the passers-by, sighing secretly in his heart.

The streets are full of sewage, the children's clothes are thin and their faces are blue from the cold, and the adults are also in tattered clothes, almost like beggars.

Originally, the military households were the country's permanent garrison soldiers, and the jackets they wore were supposed to be changed every three years as a rule, but judging from the jackets worn by these military households, they hadn't been changed for at least ten years.

The houses along the street are crumbling and out of shape.And most of them are cottages with mud walls, and only a few are brick and stone houses.

Zhang Shouren's residence was left over from his ancestral property, although it wasn't very nice, it was already the best house in the area. [

After walking eastward for several miles, the howling sea breeze was already evident. Zhang Shiqiang's clothes were thin, and his hands and feet shrank from the cold. When he felt a choking smell of smoke, Zhang Shiqiang bowed and smiled: "My lord, we're here."

Climb over a small dirt slope, facing the boundless blue sea.

Somewhere along the shore where the sea was lapping, there were fifty or sixty men in red jackets and felt hats busy.

Some were cutting trees and chopping firewood, some were carrying the chopped firewood to the big pot set up, some were cooking the pot, and some were pouring the boiled salt into bags.

Everything looked orderly, and they were all familiar tasks. There was no one to supervise and manage them, but they cooperated very well.

This is the crude salt cooking field, the hillside is just facing the wind, and the smoke blowing over immediately made Zhang Shouren cough violently, and his eyes felt very uncomfortable.

Although I was still ambitious just now, I want to flex my muscles in this era.At this moment, when he saw the group of "soldiers" under his command and how they boiled salt, Zhang Shouren still couldn't help but smile wryly!