The Rise of Ming Dynasty 1646

Chapter 648 I am a refugee
Although Guo Lin'a was skeptical, the hunger still prompted him to ask: "Could it be that the Ming army still distributes relief food?"

"That's not true." Feng San glanced at the strong arms of Ai Songgu and others, and nodded with satisfaction, "The merchants who transport food for the army are often short of manpower, so they will recruit some strong people nearby to help with the work. You guys You don't need to ask too much, just follow me closely and make sure you are full for three meals."

An hour later, Ai Songgu finally lined up in front of the porridge shed, but the good porridge was just finished.The person who sent the porridge saw that their clothes were ragged, and described them as pitiful, so he washed the porridge bucket carefully, and gave each person a bowl of water for washing the bucket.

Ai Songgu drank a bowl of water, still hungry, he immediately grabbed Feng San and said, "Let's go, let's go to Jiangning!"

Another day and a half later, Feng San brought the four of them to a pass, and from afar, he saw 800 people busy around dozens of carts.

A middle-aged man saw Feng San and greeted him immediately: "Old Feng, you are walking really slowly, the army has been here for a few days." He pointed to the people on the carriage on the north side, "Guanshi Li is right there ,go quickly."

It turned out that these refugees fleeing famine formed an "organization" and followed the Ming army far away to wait for the opportunity to "work". Once there were merchants employing people, they spread the news everywhere and recruited everyone to come to ask for a living.

Feng San responded, and first told Ai Songgu and the others to just work and never talk to anyone.Then he trotted to find Guanshi Li, turned around and pointed at Ai Songgu and the others, and said with a smile on his face: "Only those four are my distant relatives. They are honest and capable. Their wages will be handed over to I am."

"Okay, hurry up and move the food."

"okay!"

Feng San went back and brought four Jian captives, and followed Zhao Ji's men to a row of extremely tall carriages.

The shape of those cars is very strange, more than one foot long, but the wheels are very small, and the wheels are still supported on two three-inch wide wooden poles.Such a big cart weighs at least fourteen to five hundred catties when it is full of grain and rice, but two carts are tied together front and rear with ropes, and only three horses are required to drag them.

How did they know that using wooden rails to transport grain saves horsepower so much that even two horses can pull the two carts. Zhao Ji only got on three horses because he was in a hurry.

However, the wooden track in Nanzhili was only repaired to more than ten miles south of Nanjing for the time being. It was necessary to change the carriage here before it could be transported to the Ming army camp in Jiangning.The front line from Guangde to Nanjing is transported by wooden rails, almost every day and night, and there are not many horses and manpower.On the contrary, in the last 20 miles or so, thousands of people had to be mobilized to carry the grain on their shoulders to carry the grain in the wooden rail car to the ordinary carriage.

Ai Songgu carried a sack of grain and rice on his shoulders, carried it to the cart more than ten steps away, threw it down, and then turned around to carry the next bag. Lazhangjing, a white flag, was so destitute that he worked hard for the barbarians...

But he was leading troops to fight at the beginning, and he and his confidantes didn't have any silver on them, and they threw away their weapons for fear of being suspected by others. At this time, in order not to starve to death, he could only grit his teeth and bear it.

At dinner time, Zhao Ji's buddy yelled at everyone to join in.

Ai Songgu was holding a bowl of brown rice and was so excited that he almost cried. After a few bites, he rushed to the side of the rice bucket and filled the bowl again.

On the side, Feng San touched the wages of the four people in his arms triumphantly, and smiled at Ai Songgu: "Brother Ai, eat slowly, there are still several barrels on the stove, so you can be full."

"Hey, good..." Ai Songgu felt relieved after eating four bowls in a row, hiccupped, and asked Feng Sandao, "I heard that the imperial court is going to use troops against Huguang, and the food will be shipped go there?"

The middle-aged man who greeted Feng San before said: "I have been working here for several days, and all the grain and rice have been moved into the Jiangning camp. There is not even a shadow of a boat on the river. I don't think so."

Guolin'a remembered that Jebuku once said that most of the Ming army in Nanzhili had been transferred to Huguang, and looked at the mountain of grain and grass, and couldn't help wondering: "How many troops are there in Jiangning, do they need such grain?"

"How do you know, but a few days ago the camp was only two miles away, but yesterday it was extended to four or five miles away..."

Guo Lin'a and Ai Songgu looked at each other, and were about to ask again, but someone said loudly: "Bring me Lu Yin."

When the two turned their heads, they saw more than a dozen people coming with knives. From time to time, they clicked on a few refugees to check the directions. They were the police patrolling nearby.

When they walked in front of Ai Songgu, they glanced at his loose braids, stretched out their hands and said, "Lu Yin."

The latter's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said: "I was chased by the Tartars, and I lost it..."

"Huh? It sounds like you're from outside China with your accent?"

Guo Lin'a hurriedly said: "No, no, my second grandfather's voice is broken. We are from Shandong..."

The policeman immediately turned his attention to him, "You can speak official Chinese, are you a scholar?"

"Master," Guo Lin'a was also very nervous, "I can read a few words."

"Can you have a name?"

"Small and dull, I haven't passed the exam."

The policeman pointed at Guo Lin'a and signaled to the people behind him, "Take him away."

"Yes!"

Feng San hurriedly took out his own way to lead the way forward and said: "Master, they are all relatives of the younger generation, and they are definitely not meticulous..."

"I know." The policeman glanced at him, "You can tell from his appearance that he has escaped. The imperial court wants to transport food to Huguang to quell the chaos. The county conscripted a lot of people to work, but in Shiping Village, there is not even one who can read. No." He pointed at Guo Lin'a, "I'll take him to the village to keep accounts. Don't worry, it's definitely better than him working here as a coolie."

"I..." Guo Lin'a and his general looked at each other, but worried that refusing such a good thing would make people suspicious, so they nodded, "Thank you, sir."

It was night, Ai Songgu was tossing and turning, always worried that Guolin'a would be found out and hurt him, and remembering that there were a large number of Ming troops stationed in Jiangning, he couldn't help muttering in his heart, could it be that Zhebuku's news was wrong?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and before dawn, he took two guards, excused himself to find his "cousin", said goodbye to Feng San, and rushed towards Jiangning.

The three of them walked around Jiang Ning, and sure enough, they saw a large military camp in the east of the city.When he wanted to look closer, he was politely stopped by a group of dragon guards armed with guns seven miles away from the camp, and told them that the camp does not accept refugees, and that there is good porridge in Jiangning City next door.

Ai Songgu had no choice but to wait until dark outside the patrol area of ​​the Ming army, and then quietly climbed up a nearby mound, barely seeing the whole picture of the Ming army camp composed of fire.

He is also a person who has been familiar with the battle for a long time. It took only half an hour to roughly count the number of fires in the camp. Army!
Oops!He frowned. Although Yangzhou has 6 or [-] horses, Prince Yu only thinks that the south is empty. If he goes south rashly and is ambushed by the southerners, he will be in danger!

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