Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 199 Tomorrow
"Third Uncle, you are such a big boss, how can you pull noodles?"

Maybe the image just now was a bit too wretched, and he managed to get into the city with great difficulty. After walking more than a dozen steps, Li Dingguo immediately rushed to Song Qingshu's side with a pole on his shoulder, and asked in surprise.

"Then what's the matter, Lao Tzu's Tao Te Ching said that governing a big country is like cooking a small fish! I'm bringing you [-] to [-] grandchildren, how can you do it if you don't know how to cook a few dishes?" Distraught by the disturbance, Song Qingshu hummed casually.

Li Dingguo was born as an orphan, let alone books, and now Dou Da’er doesn’t know a lot of characters. When he heard that Song Qingshu’s quotations and allusions came out, he immediately adored his eyes and stared at the stars. When he went back, he secretly made up his mind to learn a few cooking skills , but Zhao Sheng, who was born in a professional class, almost didn't laugh after hearing it.

"Why, what I said is wrong?"

Knowing that the bragging had been punctured, Song Qingshu simply took out the privilege of being the boss, and stared fiercely at it, and Zhao Sheng, who took the fortune-telling banner in a fright, hurriedly waved his hands and vetoed it with his head full of sorrow: "No, no, Shuai Qu said it." Extremely, it was the little one who laughed when he saw that the government was overwhelmed and dared to draw a picture to arrest Qu Shuai!"

Zhao Sheng didn't pick it up, he posted a bunch of arrest warrants densely on the top of the official notice board next to the city gate, and heard that his own head was also on it, Song Qingshu was really tight, so he quickly moved his head over to take a look, After looking at it twice, he almost burst out with anger.

Now that Wang Jiayin died, the peasant soldiers from Shaanxi began to lose their minds. They were roughly divided into 36 battalions. They loosely followed Zijin Liang Wang as the leader, but they fought on their own throughout the Shanxi-Shaanxi border. Several peasant army veterans in the north of Shanxi Huihui, Geliyan, Mantianxing, and the King of Troubled Times, including himself, are all on the list.

In other words, I always go back to the foreigner's taste, Ge Liyan's big fierce eyes are really expressive, but when he comes to me, the beggar's appearance has changed, and a big scar on his face is from the left cheek. The right eye is drawn, not to mention one eye is big and the other is small, the face is full of flesh, the beard is comparable to that of a dwarf, and it is formed into small braids, but the head is still a big bald head, and the lower half of the body is exposed chest hair.

Especially the description below, what is the height of eight feet, the face is like a jujube, the mouth is like the bottom of a pot, the nose smells smoke, and the voice is like thunder. I guess the artist described all the monsters he has seen, and PS is not so deformed. Come on, Song Qing scolded out of nowhere when he saw it.

"This bastard bastard!"

"This man is not a bastard! On the contrary, he is still a capable man. If he is selected into the government in peacetime, he may become a mulberry in the future and manage the same people. Unfortunately, he is a thief!"

Sang is Sang Hongyang, and Guan is Guan Zhong. Both of them are capable ministers of economic governance in history. Hearing this sigh, the people behind him still have a high evaluation of themselves, but Song Qingshu looked back in surprise, but it was a [-]-year-old. The top and bottom of the middle-aged scholar.

It is said that he is a scholar, but this man is quite generous, and he is also tall. He stretches a pair of scholar's Taoist robes and gowns a little tight. Moreover, this man's eyes are extremely bright, his face is straight, his brows are full of vigor, and his hair is neat and tidy. Combed in the Confucian crown, the beard is neat and tidy, there is no messy hair, and the clothes are even more tidy. From this small detail, it can be seen that this person is rigorous and capable in doing things.

But it seems that this scholar is not very good, the blue Taoist robe on his body looks old at first glance, there is actually a patch under the skirt covered by the Taoist robe, although it is covered, a corner can still be exposed. Students are despised everywhere like Song Qingshu, but in this era, one glance at Song Qingshu and others dressed as craftsmen, this person raised his head in disdain, ignored it, it's over!
"Hey, there are still people like this?" Song Qingshu's forehead has a few veins popping up again, who is this person?Just like the trolls on the forums of later generations who see who doesn't like it, and don't care about the fart, this kind of person is the most annoying!
On the other hand, Zhao Sheng, who attracts like-minded people, shook his head in a fascinated way: "This person is really..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Qingshu glared at him viciously, and when he lit the lamp, he had to shake his head sadly, and then cursed: "He really has no eyes, a beast in clothes, handsome Qu, I, Zhao Shusheng, look down on this kind of person the most!"

"All right!" Song Qingshu cast a helpless glance at the guy, and finally got back to business. He dragged a group of people into an alley first, to see that there was no government following him, and immediately gave instructions to the gathered staff and subordinates. Said: "A group of two, spread out, sell along the street, focus on inquiring about Shi Tianfu's news, other information can be inquired along the way, remember, don't cause trouble!"

"Old Zhao, you can go to the gate of the official yamen to do a fortune telling. It is estimated that there are high-ranking officials and nobles living there."

"In one day, regardless of whether you have inquired or not, you must come back, meet here, and leave the city before dark, do you hear me clearly!"

"Don't worry Shuai!" The twenty or so people immediately clenched their fists heavily at Song Qingshu, and then scattered away!

Leading Li Dingguo, Song Qingshu also staggered out of the alley with a load on his shoulders.

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The county town of this generation is quite prosperous. It is located in the northern part of the Xinding Valley, next to the Hutuo River. Although Shanxi is also suffering from a severe drought, the farmland on both sides of the river is still lush and green. The newly planted seedlings in May have already bloomed. Not far to the north is Yanmen Pass. Countless business travelers on the grassland line of Border Pass are congested in the street. Further to the east is Mount Wutai, a famous Buddhist mountain. Kind of desolate, here is obviously much more prosperous and prosperous.

Yanmenguan is to the north, passing through Hengshan Mountain, which is the Datong Valley. This is an important commercial route connecting the grasslands, and it is also one of the throats of Shanxi. This is why Song Qingshu wanted to choose this place to settle.

There are also many shops and taverns on the street, and there are many noodle sellers. However, this morning, the mountain is at the gate of the city, and Shaanxi mutton noodles have become famous in this county. There are many wealthy merchants in the county. It sold for [-] yuan a bowl, which is even more expensive than Mr. Li's beef noodles in later generations. There are still many shopkeepers and vendors coming to buy it.

In the morning, I killed a sheep and combined a few sacks of flour. In one morning, I sold five or six sheep for the price of the sheep, and there was only noodle and soup left. If there was such a harvest when selling sweet potatoes in Xi'an, Song Qingshu would have to eat it. The music is crooked, but this time, I still can't get excited.

It's really like the crow's mouth at the door said, let alone Shi Tianfu, even the big family surnamed Shi, no one has heard of it.

At noon, Song Qingshu, who was rather discouraged, simply closed the stall, and took the last bit of noodles into two big bowls. He and Li Dingguo each had a bowl, squatting on the corner of the street and eating by themselves.

Although it is prosperous, there is also a sense of anxiety behind the prosperity of this generation of county. The astonishing annexation of the land, just in this street, there are no less than twenty beggar refugees squatting in the corner with their hands in the sleeves of their clothes. It’s just one street, and there is a grain store facing the street. The price of rice has already cost more than four renminbi, and the price of grain has increased eight or nine times in the middle of the Ming Dynasty. The huge gap between the rich and the poor in Shanxi makes it not so easy to survive here.

A group of beggars stared salivatingly, and Li Dingguo, who was also famished and frightened, ate quickly. There was not a single green onion left in a big bowl of noodles. After a while, Li Dingguo felt distressed when he put down his chopsticks.

"You can eat, uncle can't eat anymore!" Looking at it, Song Qingshu simply stuffed the bamboo tube for noodles, Li Dingguo swallowed his saliva, but pushed the bowl back, and immediately began to persuade him.

"Uncle, you are the most handsome man in the army, you have to eat enough to have the strength to take the big guy to fight with the official dog! You eat!"

He obviously still had a childish face, but Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing at Li Dingguo's adult appearance, which relieved his mood a little. He nodded and stopped giving way, and ate quickly. , It's just meat today, and he relaxed a little, but he felt a little sweet after eating.

After eating, they packed up their shoulder poles. The two of them were not in a hurry to leave. They still sat on the steps. Song Qingshu took a bowl of soup and went to ask a few beggars. Unfortunately, the result was still unknown. See Seeing Song Qingshu's worried look, Li Dingguo couldn't help asking again.

"Uncle, is there a businessman soon? If you are willing, let me take dozens of brothers to squat at the crossing, and I can get you back at least six NO.70 a day!"

"That's not the same. This person is the key to our standing here. If we can't find him, we will be meaningless in Dai County."

"Why stand still? Isn't it good to fight and eat all the way to us?"

It seems that following Zhang Xianzhong, this kid has also done a lot of things like blocking roads and cutting paths. Seeing Li Dingguo's questioning appearance, Song Qingshu sighed with emotion, and asked back: "Fourth, what ideal do you have in your life? A precarious thief?"

Li Dingguo was stunned by this question, growing up so big, the only thing he does is to find ways to fill his stomach, so as not to starve to death, how can he think about tomorrow?I didn't expect him to be able to answer, recalling the days when I didn't cross over but complained but was stable, Song Qingshu said very distressed: "Uncle is the commander of the begging army, the first thing to consider is how to let you, let your aunt, Let the brothers who follow us live a good life, so that they don’t have to worry about losing their lives every day when they open their eyes! They can eat enough and wear warm clothes!”

"If it's possible, I'm still thinking, can we change this ghost history? Don't let us Han people become slaves of the Manchu Manchus! With pigtails and pigtails, we are looked down upon by foreigners, lose power and humiliate the country, oh, just change the current ghost world, Let not only let us brothers, but also let everyone have enough to eat and wear warmly, but also retain the culture and clothes of our Han family, so that everyone can stand upright and don't need to look at anyone's face..."

Thinking of the inheritance of Chinese clothing and etiquette that was quickly destroyed after the entry of the Qing Dynasty, the compilation of the Siku Quanshu, the countless ancient sages who were burned during the literary inquisition, and the humiliation and turmoil of the later generations for more than a century, the humiliation and pain in the hearts of all Chinese people are eternal , Song Qingshu's language was messy, and he babbled a lot, but Li Dingguo was not bored at all.

For the first time, he also thought about it, tomorrow!What can I do?
(End of this chapter)