Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 125 The price of betrayal!
As Song Qingshu expected, with the efficiency of the government, the situation was calm for half a month, as if the killing of officials and rebellion did not happen at all.

Seeing the production team settled down at the bottom of the mountain began to grow more and more moist, there was still Maodong wanting to come back to meet relatives in his spare time, although before entering the mountain, he was driven back by a dozen rangers arranged by Scarface , but the matter spread, causing panic among the people on the mountain.

But it’s not all bad. During this period of time, the two production teams that Song Qingshu personally mediated in the source of water actually took the people from the village and the displaced people back to the village. In their words, I was deceived by the officials. The big head is reliable, I haven't even seen a land deed, six years of tax exemption?Pooh!

It seems that a powerful leader like Emperor Pu Jing is quite attractive. This made Song Qingshu think happily, can he be more aggressive in the future?
In any case, time passed bit by bit, and the most unbearable severe cold in December of the second year of Chongzhen came under the sweeping wind of knives. Indistinctly, a murderous aura began to spread across the earth, which always made people feel cold. People feel as if there is something uneasy in their hearts.

December [-]th, Donghua Village.

If this day is in later generations, it is probably the day when the courier brothers are boiling. For these small villages in the Ming Dynasty, it is a quiet and ordinary season. Although there is not much snow, the light snow on the fertile fields is also Let any farm work have to be interrupted, the gentlemen are at home, or shake the dice together, and those who are energetic will go to the wild with bows and arrows to hunt rabbits, wild boars, fish and so on. After all, the livestock and poultry raised a while ago Almost all of them were snatched up by the government, and the Chinese New Year is half a month away, so it is necessary to add meat dishes when offering sacrifices to the ancestors.

The old men gathered together and planned to plant something next year. Although it looks like next year will be a severe drought, some advocate planting potatoes and corn, and some are tired of eating and clamoring to plant wheat. White-faced steamed buns are always more fragrant than potatoes, but everyone reveals a sense of relaxation.

Now it is my own land, and it has been exempted from tax for six years. I can plant whatever I want, and I will keep it as my own!
The lazy atmosphere seemed to be that this was not the end of the world, but a time of peace.

Although there was not much snow in the morning, there was still a thin layer of fog. Under the fog, old man Qiu habitually walked around the village. Ever since the government announced the division of land that day, it seemed that he couldn't get enough of his own land. generally.

But just when Old Man Qiu was fascinated, there was a rush of horse hooves suddenly and suddenly came from the mist, and in the dimness, countless black figures emerged from the dense fog, trembling with fright, Qiu The old man knelt down by the side of the road habitually.

"Master!"

The first person to run over was a man wearing a cloth face armor and a heavy iron helmet on his head. His horse sprayed a large stream of slush and mud on his body, and he didn't even dare to move. Old man Qiu hurriedly kowtowed Keep going.

As if they saw their prey, the Ming army pulled their horses around him with great interest, and then yelled rudely: "Old man, I ask you, is Donghua Village ahead?"

"Yes, yes, that's right!"

As soon as old man Qiu answered, the first soldier who followed the hundred households cheered immediately, and drew out his knife with a clatter. Old man Qiu saw the gleaming long knife coming straight to the back of his neck, which made him startled. Goosebumps all over his body, but he lay on the ground and didn't dare to move, even forgetting to run away.

However, the saber fell through, and the soldier turned his head in astonishment, looked at Baihu holding his saber and asked, "Boss, what are you doing?"

"Bear! Don't startle me. You will be happy when you arrive in the village. Old man, get up quickly and lead the way for me!"

His legs were so soft that he heard the sound of the horse's hooves kicking behind him. Old man Qiu didn't want to stay here any longer. He just wanted to escape back to his warm little room, hide under the bed and never come out again. However, driven by strong fear, he still walked ahead without daring to stop, leading his village into the abyss.

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Puffs of thick black smoke raged from the thatched roofs that Donghua Village built with great difficulty. Peace is really the most debilitating thing. If it was normal, half of the people in Donghua Village would have run out, but now At that time, fifty cavalrymen blocked all the roads out of the village, not even a fly could fly out.

Then the infantrymen of the Ming army rushed into the village as if they were having a feast. They burned houses and robbed food when they saw them. Women screamed everywhere, and the strong men were taken out of the houses one by one and sent to the village. The threshing floor threw a pile on the ground like an animal.

Hundreds of Ming soldiers held ghost-headed swords, looked at these strong men kneeling on the ground with great excitement, and moved their shoulders from time to time, scaring the strong men into a trance.

"You're wronged! My lord!"

Being brutally dragged out by several Ming soldiers, Liu Hei, the production team leader of Donghua Village, was still screaming at the top of his lungs: "The government pardoned us and gave us the land. Are we all good people?"

"Hehe, good people? Is there a government notice? Is there a governor's seal?" Hearing Liu Hei's cry, Liu Yinda, the garrison officer who was ordered to lead the team, flew away with his thick Zhang Fei beard, and laughed proudly. Hearing this, the old production team leader was immediately stunned.

"A gangster's head is five taels of silver! Haha, kill me!"

More than a hundred ghost-headed knives that could not wait for a long time slashed down, and hundreds of human heads flew in the air with a crackling sound. Watching the young people in their village being beheaded one by one, the excited roar of the Ming army, women and children With the sound of crying, Liu Hei's heart felt like being stabbed by a knife, and he wanted to vomit blood.

The brutal killing lasted for less than half an hour. He watched helplessly as his 14-year-old grandson was cut off with a knife while crying. Standing up quickly, he rushed towards the Ming army's garrison and several leading officers frantically.

"The old man fought with you!"

However, before he could pounce on him with his old arms and legs, a spear had thrown him all over the ground, and he was admiring his booty at this time. Liu Yinda didn't even look at him, and held his head proudly. He laughed loudly and said: "This time, all the heads are of high quality, but they are all real gangsters. The 500 taels of silver is a worthy job! How can the poor county magistrate who rewarded him find fault?"

"Come on, put your heads away, let's go to the next village! This is all money!"

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The horseshoes and footsteps of the Ming army were full of blood marks in the snow. Those heads were directly packed in sacks and carried on the cart. They were taken away like transporting watermelons. Some cavalry flaunted their might and hung two , dripping blood dripping down.

The peaceful life was broken in an instant. Liu Hei, the Ming army, did not kill him. It is estimated that he wanted to keep such a village chief to raise army rations. More than 200 headless corpses lay in disorder on the threshing ground and glared outside. Bleeding, the house was burning and crackling, kneeling on the ground, the old village chief's tears were all shed.

"Injustice!!!"

However, this is just the beginning!
The thick black smoke started to burn from Donghua Village, and burned all the way to Shangluo Mountain. Not only the villages reclaimed by Funiu Mountain, but also the remaining small villages were wiped out. More than 1000 bandits came from Xi'an. It was so red-eyed, and it didn't matter whether he participated in the killing of the county magistrate or not. He just strangled blindly, and more than 2000 heads fell to the ground bloody in a blink of an eye.

And the suffering didn't stop there. Just after the Ming army passed, officials came to the county again, and compiled all the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled into Baojia. At this time, so many people with title deeds appeared The landlord lord, in a blink of an eye, all the land promised to the farmers was divided. Amidst the wailing of the old and the young, the domineering slaves swung their whips high and forced them to work hard in the cold winter and the cold wind. People who are exhausted and forced to die.

The peaceful Shangnan turned into a hell on earth within a few days.

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Funiu Mountain.

"Master, please, show mercy! I still have my mother and children!"

"It's my old man who is in charge. The children are innocent. Please forgive me!"

In front of the gate of the village, desolate cries were also heard. About 2000 people escaped from the village, and most of them gathered here. Hands that were red from the cold were desperately patting the gate of the village. The young men cried like a big girl, and a large group of people knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately.

But at this time, there was another scene on the wall of the village, with big knives guarding the gate, every Funiu mountain bandit was almost dragged to the sky, and all kinds of slanderous words came down from above.

"Damn, what was your energy when you were grabbing food? Now you will know that you will come back and look for our boss! What are you capable of?"

"Don't you want to bring officers and soldiers to beat us? Oh, I'm so scared!"

"If you want to come back, you can! The rules of the world, three knives and six eyes!"

I'm so proud of myself, fortunately I stayed in the cottage, otherwise I would have my head chopped off!The more rejoicing, the more it turned into a desire for sadism, regardless of whether the orphans and widows under the wall were brothers who were digging food in a field half a year ago, watching these people block the door and starve, they just refused to open the door.

However, at this moment, Xiaoluobo climbed up the wall of the village with a lot of reluctance, whispering something to Zhao Erdan, who was guarding the gate.

"What? Real or fake!" Full of disbelief, Zhao Erdan simply screamed out, pointing at the refugees crying for their father and mother outside the door, and said in surprise.

"The boss wants to put all these anti-bones bastards in?"

"You're yelling at me, if you have the guts, go and ask the boss yourself!" After being sprayed with saliva, Xiaoluo immediately yelled unwillingly, and looked back at the chaotic crowd, Zhao Erdan couldn't help it. Swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva heavily...

(End of this chapter)