Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 113 Where is this?

Song Qingshu found out that he and Ziye were really destined. The last time he dragged his exhausted body through mountains and rivers for two days and two nights after killing the two scumbags, finally Ziye just arrived at Shazigou Village. He was so tired that he almost fainted .

This time it was almost the same, the one who was kicked out fled for more than three days, was as tired as a dog, and had to climb mountains and ridges for more than two days before arriving at the place and entering the yard in the middle of the night, Song Qingshu, who was already exhausted, had no energy to go. Regardless of other things, he threw himself directly on the big bed full of straw fragrance, and then passed out in a daze.

Ever since the incident involving King Qin's son, Song Qingshu hadn't slept well all day, even though this rare backer died irreversibly like historical records, and things had almost reached the worst point, but now, Song Qingshu But it's rare to be completely at ease, no matter how bad it is, can it live through the present?It seems that I have returned to the life of the university on Sundays. I slept until after twelve o'clock in the noon, and then I was so hungry that I woke up naturally.

There was the sound of horses whistling outside. This time we got more than 120 good horses. It is estimated that the scarred face will not be easy to fix for a while. Song Qingshu didn't care about it. He finally got promoted to the small landlord to pick up the plane, and there was no maid to wash his face. , Song Qingshu still didn't care at all, he took a good touch with the face wash that Caiwei or Qiaoer made, and then he pushed open the door and stretched his waist in the sun.

Although Shazigou Village is on the mountain, it is more troublesome to climb up and down, but this is the advantage. Breathing the fresh mountain breeze, looking at the past from top to bottom, you can see the beautiful scenery of several nearby mountains, which is also true. Life is a great pleasure.

Squinting his eyes, Song Qingshu still wanted to hug the mountains comfortably, but who knew that just as he took the pose, a sneer suddenly sounded from the side: "If you don't go to eat at noon, why are you so nervous? You can't be stupid right?"

It turned out that Hongniang Xing and the others were hanging clothes on a clothes rail. Hongniang Xing grinned and bared her teeth. Listening to her words, Song Qingshu opened his eyes in astonishment. He just wanted to joke that Hongniang Xing did not Knowing romantic feelings, Song Qingshu was immediately dumbfounded.

What about Lao Tzu's landlord compound?What about Lao Tzu's mountain?What about Lao Tzu's village?

Where is the idiot ditch here?It is clearly a small dilapidated village on the plain, and the thatched yard they live in is slightly stronger than the adobe house outside, not to mention the fresh mountain breeze on the opposite side, but the smell of horse manure comes from the nostrils, and the barn is directly opposite In Song Qingshu's house, there were more than 20 horses and a dead eunuch. No wonder the horses barked so loudly.

He walked out of the yard in two quick steps in astonishment, and there were quite few busy villagers outside. Some of them were production teams from Shazigou and Funiu Mountain. When he saw Song Qingshu, he didn't even recognize him. He even looked him up curiously and smirked twice. He was a real fool.

It’s Shangnan County, that’s right, but this place has just entered the jurisdiction of Shangnan County, and it’s not too far from the county seat. Pingyuan Road is about [-] or [-] miles away, and it’s a mountain road that’s dozens of miles away from the last time it entered the embrace of Shangluo Mountain. !Nothing is right here!
How could the village party secretary not know about the move?After going out for a stroll, Song Qingshu jumped up and down in the yard angrily, "Where's Lao Xia? Tell him to come over and see me?"

"Uncle Xia, Tie Zhu, Tie Dan, and Uncle Tiedui went to a nearby village to find horse feed, and they won't be back until afternoon!"

This time it was Caiwei's crisp voice again.Although Caiwei wandered around with Scarface in the past few years and suffered a lot, most of the time she still begged one by one in the urban agglomerations of the Central Plains along the Yellow River. She had never experienced this kind of rural life. At this time, Xiaonizi changed into a village girl. He was holding pig grass to feed the pigs. Hearing Song Qingshu's annoyed yelling, Xiaonizi turned around with a sweet smile and immediately extinguished Song Qingshu's fire.

Song Qingshu rubbed his nose helplessly and said, "He's back, tell him to come see me!"

"Okay, brother."

Even in homespun clothes, this girl is more like a photography model than a village woman, watching Caiwei recover from the shock of the previous two days, twisting her little butt and happily watching the two big fat pigs eating in the pigsty, Song Qingshu himself couldn't help but smile warmly.

In other words, the last time I paid my respects, Caiwei, the loli, and Xing Hongniang, the royal sister, can I push it away?Feeling full and wanting to think about sex, Humanity wobbled back to the house, Song Qingshu couldn't help itching.

It is said that you can't have bad intentions, Song Qingshu's lust just got up, the door just closed was suddenly pushed open, and hit the wound on his back, with a sound, Song Qingshu directly came to his ass backwards, Falling geese on flat sand, lying on the ground.

"I said, big brother, can you knock on the door before you come in next time?" Grinning his teeth in pain, Song Qingshu sadly supported the table before standing up. Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Zhang Xianzhong couldn't help but raise his head. Ha ha laughing.

"Okay, there used to be a second-timer who committed a crime and gave me a good beating, which is similar to the one who beat you. That kid hasn't gotten up for more than half a year. He's not like you. This is a good beating, and he can ride on the third day. Running around the city on a bicycle, you can still kill people on the sixth day, I have seen your wounds, but recently you have to move around a lot to get better quickly, don't be lazy and look like a dick!"

Song Qingshu scratched his head happily after hearing Zhang Xianzhong's lesson. What he said was true. He used to be, and he didn't know if it was because of time travel, or because Old Man Xing had soaked himself in a medicinal bath. He felt that his energy , and the functioning ability of the mind is obviously much better than before, and the resilience is also the same now. If this continues, will I not become a Wolverine?

Just when Song Qingshu was complacent, Zhang Xianzhong suddenly changed his face, became hesitant and hesitant, and rubbed his hands resentfully. After a long time, he swallowed his saliva and asked: "Brother, what are you doing with these good fields?" Here?"

"Farland?" Song Qingshu was taken aback when he heard this, where did he know what fertile land was?

Following Zhang Xianzhong, he wandered around this dilapidated village with less than 300 people and dozens of families. Song Qingshu, a college student, was re-educated as a poor and lower-middle peasant. Pick up the clod and pinch it, and tell him how to distinguish the fertility of the soil.

Looking at the past, there are more than 100 mu of high-quality fertile land in this area of ​​more than 30 mu. Although it is not as good as the Qin Palace on both sides of the Weihe River, in the eyes of Zhang Xianzhong, who was born in the barren Yansui Town, the soil is still Fat ones can leak oil.

It is estimated that there are less than 100 mu of fertile land like this in Shangnan County, but all the high-quality fertile land is a bit ruined at this time. The entire village's more than [-] mu of land is covered with a thick layer of weed mats. In the middle of the mats, a A sweet potato seedling and potato seedlings came out weakly.

Fortunately, the weather this year is still abnormal, and it hasn't snowed yet, otherwise, if the land freezes, these high-yield plants in America would have frozen to death long ago.

After walking around the village for a short time, just when Song Qingshu was full of doubts, Scarface came back.

Those horses that were snatched were also considered wronged. It turned out that the killers of Prince Qin’s mansion were all murderers who rushed to the battle. When they were in the hands of Scarface, they were used as donkeys. The three bicycles that were finally pulled back were all turned into The donkey cart was full of straw and other horse feed, and Song Qingshu's security captain Li Tiezhu was also pulling the cart.

"Hey, Lao Xia!"

He had long suppressed his curiosity, and after being far away, Song Qingshu waved and yelled, and dragged Zhang Xianzhong to meet him in a hurry. The stinky sweat on his scarred face was in urgent need of drinking water, but the two of them grabbed his sleeves and made a mess. He had no choice but to wipe the sweat from his forehead depressed, and asked with his head drooping like a good subordinate.

"Master Zhang, shopkeeper, what's the matter?"

"Aren't you going back to Zhuangzi? Where is this?"

"How did all these fields come from?"

Song Qingshu and Zhang Xianzhong yelled out the question in their hearts almost at the same time, but after all Scarface is now Song Qingshu's person, he ignored Zhang Xianzhong, first he shrugged helplessly at Song Qingshu: "Shopkeeper, you can't walk even if you don't say anything Isn't it? Why don't you find a Waiyan Zhuangzi to settle down first, there are still thirty or forty miles of mountain roads inside, so it's not too late to rest and go."

"As for these lands, they are not ours!"

After all, it was Caiwei who hurt people, brought Qiaoer and the two of them out with a bucket of water, poured a scoop of cold water, and the four with scarred faces could be regarded as alive. Listening to his explanation, Song Qingshu and Zhang Xianzhong were also quite speechless.

There has been a severe drought for three consecutive years, and the imperial court has not only given a penny of relief, but there are more apportionments. The farmers who occupy less than one-tenth of the barren land in Shaanxi have to bear almost seven or eight layers of labor taxes. Speaking of half of the poor peasants, even the small landlords went bankrupt and fled. Large tracts of land were abandoned, and the vast north actually became a situation where there were fields and no one to cultivate them.

Scarface was also forced to rush this time. Song Qingshu patted his ass and left, and asked him to feed nearly 1000 mouths. It might not be enough to rely on the barren fields of Funiu Mountain and Shazigou. After the autumn harvest, he retreated back to the county seat, took advantage of the government's loopholes, and Scarface sent a half of the people from the cottage to pick some fertile plains to open up the land quickly, and took out more than [-] catties of potatoes and sweet potatoes harvested from Shazigou. If the Yazi is sown, there will be this piece of Zhuangzi.

There are a total of seven or eight "satellite cities" like this. Scarface even escaped from the abacus and calculated for Song Qingshu: "Even if a Zhuangzi can produce a thousand dan, eight of them add up to 6000 dan, plus the amount of planting on the mountain." The early ones harvested more than 4000 tans, and with more than [-] tans of grain, even if Murata withdraws to Funiu Mountain next year, we can survive this half year!"

Originally, he was worried that he would not be able to support these people without the income of Xi'an City. He didn't expect that the scarred face would help him solve it. Song Qingshu couldn't help but excitedly smacked this guy on the shoulder and scolded with a smile: " Well, Qiu Ba, you have your own way of being a profiteer!"

"Our Lord Scar was in Liaodong back then, but Lord Xiong's boss Qian had been in charge of farming for a while, what is this!" Hearing Song Qingshu's contemptuousness, Li Tiezhu next to him was unwilling, and murmured It's a pity that Scarface's expression darkened when he heard these words, and he turned around and reprimanded with some displeasure: "Tie Zhu!"

Sometimes Li Tiezhu was not even afraid of Song Qingshu, but he was afraid of the scarred face like a mouse seeing a cat, so scared that he quickly drooped his head.

On this side, Song Qingshu's scarred face was counting, no one noticed, but Zhang Xianzhong on the other side, his heart was pounding, he lowered his head to the side, and kept rubbing his thick black fingers, as if what are you planning...

(End of this chapter)