Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 122 Worry
More than a year of stability and hard work ended in such a dramatic way!

We all know how serious this disaster is. Without the excitement of robbery during the day, a dozen or so production team captains, key leaders, and accountants were dispatched out, all of them hung their heads and stood nervously at the gathering place. Under the Yiting Hall, and these production captains were clearly divided into two waves, and the other wave of production captains who stayed behind in the cottage stared at their original neighbors full of resentment.

The entire Juyi Hall is as oppressive as before the storm

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer. Among the production captains on the right side, he was pushed to the front by everyone. He had a long white beard reaching his chest, but his face was less wrinkled than the others, and he was wearing sackcloth. An old man who was much neater than others jumped out angrily, pointed at the ball on the left and roared.

"Don't embarrass yourself, the head of the family. The gang of killers caused the disaster, so just hand them over to the government! It has nothing to do with us!"

"That's right, if it wasn't for them to cause trouble, would such a big thing happen? Killing officials and rebelling, you can really do it!"

Then, the captains of the production teams who stayed behind started to accuse them in a hurry, pointing their fingers at the captains of the dispatched production teams and cursing them, which immediately annoyed those people, and there was also a leader who Song Qingshu personally Zhang Buer, the production team leader of You Village who was mediating the water source, would immediately curse out of anger.

"Zhao Huhu, what did you say? What do you mean we cause trouble? We went out to work more for the cottage and collected more food. Wouldn't it be good for you here?"

"Then he didn't let you kill officials and rebel!"

"Who knew that Guan Gouzi came to grab food at this time, and arrested so many people. Besides, this is the leader who led the big guy into the county to ask for his life!"

Hearing that even the little radish didn't want to here, he pointed at Zhang Bu and scolded: "Okay! We, the head of the family, used money to save the people in your village, but it won't work if it comes to you, the head of the house Did that mouth make you kill the magistrate?"

Being forced to the top of his head, Zhang Budian also panicked, stretched out his hand and pointed behind him and called out to Qu: "The old man is also kneeling obediently according to the order of the head of the family. He is the dog county magistrate who was beaten to death by Liu Quanyou, the younger generation of his Liu family brigade!"

This dodge made the production team of the old Liu’s family go crazy. The production team leader Liu Daxi, who is less than 1.5 meters tall, jumped up to Lao Gao, pointed at He Laowen next to him, and cursed again: "Stop fucking farting, you have to It's not that Old Ghost He keeps trying to make something of your father's death, your father's death, can all of us have such honest children who can go up and beat the county magistrate?"

It is said that husband and wife are originally birds in the same forest, and when disaster strikes, they fly separately!This group of old farmers interpreted this sentence to the fullest. They called so many people to discuss countermeasures. First, they couldn’t fart a single fart, and then they accused each other that the ceiling of the hoop frame was about to shake off. They were so angry. Song Qingshu is really impatient!
"Shut up, daddy!"

With a bang, the iron firecracker hit the table, shaking the whole hall, and the old men in their seventies and eighties didn't dare to fart immediately, and shrank back to the sides with a swish.It is impossible to expect these bastards to come up with any ideas, Song Qingshu himself shook his head helplessly, what kind of democracy is he playing with these bastards?Putting the firecracker aside, Song Qingshu said directly in a muffled voice.

"Xiao Luobo, you and the second idiot led two people to lead the horses and guard by the county seat. If there is any trouble, come back immediately and tell me that there is shit in the crotch. Keep staring at it all the time. This is a matter of life and death!"

"Let's take a look at the boss!" With a promise, Xiao Luobo went out cleanly, Song Qingshu turned to the production team leader who was still in a daze, and the accountants yelled: "Don't be like a stupid pillar like a motherfucker! I was stunned, why not run away? Call the Seventh Auntie and Eighth Auntie, bring sweet potatoes and potatoes, and flee back to the village immediately!"

"The boss, it's the murderers who committed the crime..." Zhao Huli, who was attacking at the beginning, wanted to refute something, but Song Qingshu threw a water bowl on his feet, scaring the old man into jumping up.

"Does the government fucking listen to your explanation? Xing, I sent you to explain, this matter has nothing to do with us, go away!"

He dared to complain here, how could Zhao Huli have the guts to go to the government to throw himself into a trap, he quickly shrank his neck and hid behind the heads of the people, a group of people retreated with a whimper, and Song Qingshu was left alone, sitting on the golden chair Panting.

At this time, another cup of hot tea was placed on his table, and when he turned around suddenly, it was Caiwei's worried little face.

"Are you going to fight the government?"

Looking into Song Qingshu's eyes, Caiwei asked cautiously with timidity on her cute little face.

"Yes! There is going to be a war!"

With a sigh, Song Qingshu suddenly hugged Caiwei into his arms, patted her on the back lightly, but his eyes were fixed on the distance, and he murmured: "No matter what happens, brother will protect you! "

"kindness!"

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The county magistrate was killed, the state government will definitely intervene, but even if the killing of officials and rebellion did not happen this time, would the government let the people go?Perhaps Song Xiance had expected that no matter what, in order to survive, farmers in Shangluo and even the entire Guanzhong Plain would have to brew a bloody sword disaster in this man-made disaster.

Abandoning the land that had been cultivated for less than half a year, those production teams sent out to colonize, packed up the pottery that had been made with great difficulty, put away the loom, wrapped up the soft soil stained with soil particles, and drove the wheelbarrows in groups. The grain that had been harvested with great difficulty retreated into the deep mountains.

Not only there are Funiu Mountains, but I don’t know how many other farmers have also felt the imminent disaster. Hundreds of thousands, old and young, are walking on this country dirt road against the cold wind. Not everyone has Funiu Mountains. People are so lucky, many old and weak fell on the side of the roadside ditch while walking, and never got up again.

Wild wolves, wild rats, wild dogs, who eat the dead, turn their eyes red. Even if the living approached, they were not afraid. Instead, they bared their red teeth and screamed fiercely at the crowd. Both sides were covered by thin snow. The fields were already full of weeds.

More than 300 years ago, Zhu Yuanzhang ended the chaos under the rule of the Yuan Dynasty and created a new order, allowing farmers to return to the fields to cultivate with peace of mind. But now, fate reincarnates, and the ruling class of the Ming Dynasty is bit by bit making their ancestors fight bloody. Little by little, the order of the world is completely destroyed.

Within two or three days after the county town was destroyed, both Shazigou and Funiu Mountain became more busy. After harvesting the crops, all the strong men in the village were organized and gathered on the playground to practice their formation against the cold wind. All the men from 45 to 500 were gathered, and since half of them are still moving back from the countryside, there are only more than [-] men here.

At the gate, there were still a lot of people pouring in. Song Qingshu knew how five or six thousand bandits had gathered in the sky above his head. The government robbed the food, and the refugees who escaped from other places in Shangluo were like crucian carp crossing the river.

However, now I can't take care of myself, I'm not a man in the middle of my life, I don't know a skill, and I don't accept copycats. Every time I see those old people and children who have been driven away, they stare back and forth. All broken.

Unbearable, Caiwei stood outside the village gate with a basket of cooked potatoes, giving one to every passing refugee, even though she knew that maybe these old people and children might die in the mountains tomorrow, doing so was pure waste Food, but no one came to stop the picking.

Survival is extremely cruel, but there is always the softest part in people's hearts.

Song Qingshu stared worriedly at the playground.

With the slogan of defending the homeland, plus more than 100 fighting minions, the morale of more than 500 men is quite high. Under the command of Scarface and the various team leaders, they are smoothly arranged in battle formations, either attacking forward or facing the enemy. Backed away, and then fiercely practiced hacking and assassination against the scarecrow. Although sometimes many people couldn't tell the left from the right, the two teams bumped into each other, but when it came to fighting the official dog, these men Still screaming and getting up, continue to train.

But Song Qingshu has also experienced the first murder. He knows what kind of state these rookies will be in once they really fight. Even if there are more than 100 fighters, not all of them have killed people before. Forgot all about the formation, making people rush.

What's more serious is that now only half of the people have weapons in their hands. Those well-trained fighters are holding the captured two-handed long-handled steel swords from the assassins of the Prince of Qin, and more than 200 of them are holding weapons from the original cottage. , and the weapons that Song Qingshu snatched from the county arsenal, leaving a large group of even sharpened bamboo spears, axes, sickles, and hoes.

The government's retaliation is inevitable. It is impossible for Yang He to let something that dares to challenge the government's authority occur in the rear area so close to Xi'an City. Don't resist even if you are starving to death!The army of the Ming Dynasty and the Manchu Tartars were beaten like grandparents, but they still have a good way of suppressing the country. Hong Chengchou massacred more than 3 Shaanxi uprising troops in one go, and countless family members were killed along with them. Zijinliang, Chuang Wang Gao Yingxiang and several other leaders of the rebel army were killed after taking the lead. Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong were beaten as lonely people more than once.

With these farmers holding bamboo guns and hoes, how can they fight those officers and soldiers who are like wolves and tigers?

After patrolling the playground for another half circle, Song Qingshu went to the back of the village in a hurry.

Black smoke is billowing into the sky, even though it is the twelfth lunar month of winter, a puff of heat is still coming, even if there is such a shortage of people, none of the more than 20 blacksmiths in the blacksmith shop is not smoking, and they are still working hard at this time manual labor.

"Old Liu, can't you hurry up!"

"If you hurry up, I'll throw Lao Tzu into the stove!" Liu Zongmin yelled impatiently, turning the hammer around without wiping off the sweat on his head.

"Can't those guys in the government fix things?"

"Do you want to fix it yourself?"

He dug out a knife from the trash that was thrown into the corner of the wall, and Song Qingshu was quite speechless. Half of the one-meter-long knife was embroidered, as if it was eaten by a dog. I brought back more than 300 knives, and only about 30 of them can be used. The good ones are sharpened, and the rest are all of this virtue.

This was not the only disaster, even in the midst of Song Qingshu's worries, Little Luobo ran back sweating profusely.

"Boss, something has happened, and there are officers and soldiers coming from Shangluo Prefecture!"

(End of this chapter)