open sea

Chapter 1 Ming Dynasty
Chen Mu sighed, his butt creaked off the bed, and asked faintly: "Ming Dynasty Jiajing 45 years?"

More than 400 years later, the soul frowned, the sunlight poured into the house from the half-opened window sill, and the air was filled with heavy dust, but the nose seemed to have long been used to this dirty and decaying atmosphere.A waist knife was placed on a table with short wooden legs, and it was slowly drawn out. The clear blade reflected a handsome and handsome face belonging to a young man.This is the favorite of two generations of Chen Xiaoqi. The rusty mottles on the spine of the knife show its excellent workmanship in the past, but years of constant sharpening have made the blade form an unsightly arc. Break in two.

There is an iron armor hanging behind the air-leaking wooden door, and the iron armor under the whitened blue cloth surface is rusty and even has holes, giving people the illusion that it can be pierced through with a little effort of fingers.There is a fire gun placed obliquely under the armor. It was called the fire gun in this era. The two-foot wooden pole inserted the fire gun into it like a gun head. Burning dregs.

Chen Mu, Xiaoqi of Baihusuo, stared at the house with only four walls in a daze for half an hour, and finally came to his senses when the air leaking wooden door was knocked. In the yard, a broken knife was hung on his waist, and the cotton jacket with holes was patched. He looked like a wimp, and he was short of breath with the linen pockets: "Brother Mu, my family is out of food. My wife just gave birth. I have two buckets of rice to support my salary, is it okay?"

As if ashamed, the rough man pursed his lips and said with embarrassment: "It's okay for me to be hungry for a few meals, the baby and the whole family can't be hungry... Brother Mu."

In his memory, this rough man was the cousin of the original owner, named Shao Tingda, who was vulgar by nature, and was called a reckless worm by laughing in the guard.But no matter how vulgar he is, Shao Tingda is not only a military household in the guard under his command, but also his uncle's son. When the old father was alive, the tax law was very strict. In order to evade taxes, he was sent from Yuegang, Fujian to Qingyuan, Guangdong to become a military household Yu Ding , grew up with Chen Mu in Qingyuanwei.

Chen Mu felt that the military system of the guard seemed to be on the wane these days, and judging from what happened around him, one leaf could tell the autumn.There are ten military households under Xiaoqi's command. Two of them were deserters a few years ago, one was executed for breaking the law last year, and an old man froze to death in the spring of this year. There are only five and a half people under his command, and the other half is only 13 years old. The Japanese sword is high.

People died and fled, but there were no new military households to supplement. If the million guards in the Ming Dynasty followed this ratio, there might only be 60 to [-] old, weak, sick and disabled.

"Two buckets of rice—"

Reborn in the 400th century more than [-] years ago, Chen Mu's mind is going to be messed up.

There is obviously a strangeness from the soul, but the memory paradoxically brings Chen Mu a sense of familiarity.

Shao Tingda was exceptionally strong among the generally old and weak soldiers in the guards. He didn't know how to save his life in these years. Having a strong relative or brother can always add some security to people's hearts.Besides, it's not a big problem, just two buckets of rice.Chen Mu nodded in response, then turned and walked towards the rice vat, Shao Tingda followed and entered the house.

However, just two steps away, Chen Mu, who opened the rice vat, seemed to have been immobilized. He really didn't expect this to happen, so he turned to his cousin and said, "Shao, Tingda, come and see , how much is the rice in this tank?"

Chen Mu's chaotic memory ignored how poor he was as a small flag. He opened the rice vat and could almost see the bottom of the vat with his head stretched out!With the arms pointing down and the pestle, the palms are finger-deep in meters.Only then did he look at the cloth bag on the bed in the simple furnishings in the room... The original owner of the body received a salary a few days ago, so he brought a stone and three buckets of rice in exchange for a cotton-padded jacket and some pickled vegetables, in anticipation of this year's winter food and clothing Now that rice is eaten, the salary will be paid in ten days or so, and there will be some surplus in rations.

"Brother Mu, you only have three fights." Shao Tingda was a little dejected. He glanced into the rice vat and his face was ashamed. He was also close to Chen Mu in the guard. There have been conflicts or quarrels, even those half are no exception, but they still say: "It's okay, I'll think about it again, anyway, I won't starve to death."

As he said that, Shao Tingda went out, and was stopped by Chen Mu just after walking a few steps through the rotten vegetable field, "Come back, what can you think of."

After calling people in and closing the door, Chen Mu sat down on the creaking couch, then rubbed his face and said, "Take two buckets from me first, and then think about it when you get paid."

Salary refers to Chen Mu's salary.Shao Tingda's family, Zheng Ding and Yu Ding, all rely on farmland and have no salary. Now that the winter season has just passed, it is the most difficult time.

"Brother Mu, how can this work?" Shao Tingda said and walked out again, "Three buckets of rice are just enough for you, I'll think about it!"

At first, Chen Mu disagreed with this statement. Even if there is only one bucket of rice left, it should be enough for him to eat for seven or eight days. After all, three or two meters in one meal is enough.Just as he was about to refute, his memory told him that people’s appetites in this era are different—there is not enough meat and vegetables as non-staple food, and the body cannot consume enough fat. It is all based on staple food, coupled with the hard work of the soldiers and farmers in the guard. There are also a lot of people who have one hemi.

Chen Mu waved his hand weakly, and said: "Okay, take the rice away, I can't eat much by myself, how can I be a big family like you. Take it easy, you can always get through... Take the rice back and wait Come back when I meet you, my brother has something to ask you."

Shao Tingda's cheeks flushed with gratitude, and he kept thanking Chen Mu. Mi was saving lives for their family.Even if there are only two fights, at least there is no need to worry about parents and wives starving, and there is no need to worry about the cubs not surviving. When the newborn cats grow up, they can continue to work for Chen Xiaoqi in farming, carrying knives and guns.

Looking at the back of Shao Tingda leaving, Chen Mu looked at the rice vat that was about to bottom out again with a sad face. He didn't worry much about running out of food, but felt deeply puzzled.Weisuo Xiaoqi was the lowest rank of military officer under the Ming Dynasty Weisuo military system.In the past, he had also heard on the Internet that the guards were serfs and peasant soldiers, but even if Shao Tingda and the others were serfs and soldiers, he had never heard of any serf leader starving.

If even he lived such a life without enough food to eat, how bad would ordinary people be living?

The only bucket and a half of brown rice with rice worms running on it seemed to be mocking him for not understanding life, shaking his head to throw away the messy thoughts, Chen Mu sat on the creaking bed and tried his best to recall those things All the memories about this era that do not belong to him, in order to suppress the strong sense of anxiety and loneliness slowly rising in his heart.

He wanted meat, very much.

Note: The reference source for food intake is the elders in the family who have participated in the education of educated youth to the countryside.

(End of this chapter)