Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 249

Song Qingshu didn't go back to get married after all.

Fortunately, the plague is over, at least Dai County is back to normal, the common people on the street are still celebrating the passing of the God of Plague, carrying a wooden statue of the God of Plague in shackles around, and several restaurants under Shi Tianfu's hands have also reopened. Open the door, otherwise, there is really no one to entertain in the barracks.

A yellow-orange-orange copper pot, the charcoal fire at the bottom coaxes the soup containing soy sauce, seaweed, and dried shrimps into a fragrant base. The freshly slaughtered sheep in the morning is frozen solid in the ice cellar, and after passing through the old chef's knife Work, piece by piece into thin slices, put a few four-season side dishes, this late autumn, there is no more enjoyment than this.

Instant-boiled mutton was available in the Yuan Dynasty, but it was the Qing Dynasty that really went to the people, and this distinguished guest has never seen it. Unfortunately, even though the soup is delicious, he is not in the mood to eat it, and still stares at Song Qingshu with his eyes like a thief.

Uh, theoretically, Song Qingshu is indeed a thief.

Even Song Qingshu couldn't bear this look, a few chopsticks of meat fell into the soup, and Song Qingshu hugged his fists as if begging for forgiveness.

"I said, Brother Qing, people say that there are four great happy events in life, and meeting an old friend in a foreign country, we can be regarded as old friends, can you stop putting on a dead face?"

It’s different after becoming an official. How long has it been since I haven’t seen you? This Fu Shan has also changed from the mother-shaped literary youth to the Wu Zetian-shaped literary youth today. With a pair of red phoenix eyes and still looking at Song Qingshu so hard, Fu Qingzhu is quite a bit said angrily.

"I, Fu Shan, don't have this kind of merit. I can climb up to you, an old friend of the anti-thief!"

Fu Shan is a sincere gentleman, he puts everything out in words, dissatisfied is dissatisfied, if he changes his official position, he will probably nod and bow down to flatter him, and he will go to Gaomi as soon as he turns his head, he looks like an old friend , Song Qingshu also spread his hands helplessly.

"Rebels? Brother Fu Shan, you always stay in the building without sticking your fingers in the mud! If you don't rise up to resist, you won't be able to see me now, and you will starve to death, or let the government force you to pay taxes!"

"It's miserable!"

After a long sound, Song Qingshu began to talk about his experience after escaping from Xi'an to Fu Shan. At the beginning, the six masters in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, the heroic doctor who opposed the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty in "Seven Swords Under the Tianshan Mountains", still listened to it. His face was full of disdain, but he was fascinated when he listened to it. When he heard that Hong Chengchou's commander-in-chief was looking forward to the tragic massacre at the Fenchuan River, Fu Shan's face turned pale with anger, and he slapped the table hard. .

"This Hong Hengjiu, with a benevolent and moral appearance on his face, is actually so vicious. Fortunately, he was born as a Jinshi in the second list, and he has read sage books!"

"So Mr. Song just wanted to lead the villagers to find a way to survive. Fortunately, the former county magistrate and the current Xinzhou Tongzhi Hu Dadian and his wife are old acquaintances. He took us to cultivate in the mountains and live a peaceful life, so I implore Fu Shan Brother, please don’t tell Governor Hong!”

With a pitiful appearance, Song Qingshu held his fists at Fu Shan, but Fu Shan stood up angrily when he heard it.

"Brother Song, I, Fu Qingzhu, in your heart, am I the kind of person who betrays friends?"

"Of course not! Brother Fu is an honest gentleman who does not reciprocate his kindness. Where is that kind of person?" He hurriedly smiled and waved his hands, but Song Qingshu couldn't help muttering in his heart, maybe he was scared by your ice cube face ?

The explanation is clear, the relationship has returned to the original harmony, and he has a good impression of this buttery boy who saved him once. Song Qingshu tried to persuade him to go over with a glass of wine, but he ate a few chopsticks without taste. Shan clenched his fists again with a frowning face.

"Brother Song, Fu Shan is here to ask for help this time, please help me, Brother Song!"

"Oh? Brother Fu, what trouble did you encounter?"

"It's not a plague yet!"

Holding the wine glass, Fu Shan couldn't help but let out another long and miserable sigh.

It turned out that the new county magistrate Sun Chuanting was worried about was Fu Shan. Although the Ming Dynasty had a rule that locals were not allowed to work in the province, that happened a hundred years ago. In order to protect the interests of the northern gentry, there are fewer gentry in the north, and the conditions are much more lenient, especially Yuan Ping just suffered a military disaster, and the county magistrate wrote to him every day to help him. The top of the mountain went up.

It's a pity that Fu Shan is a scholar and a sincere gentleman, but he is not the material to be an official, at least he has no experience in this field. He came to Yuanping County with enthusiasm, but he was dumbfounded when he first arrived. There are more than 2 households with a population of 8 to [-]. There are more than [-] large and small villages in two towns in the countryside, but as soon as they arrive, there is only devastation.

Almost all the food in the county government warehouse was resold by the previous county magistrate in collusion with profiteers. The epidemic has spread throughout the county, and the entire Yuanping now looks like a dead city. Many families have died, and no one has collected the corpses. The streets are full of closed corpses, some of which are half rotten and smell bad. The smell comes.

Fu Shan is quite proficient in medical skills. The later works of "Fu Qingzhu Andrology" and "Fu Qingzhu Women's Medicine" are all handed down by him. He had never treated the Black Death, and had no experience in this field. He asked a few masters and the old people in the county, and all of them gave only one solution, which was to write a letter and ask the court for money and food.

Don’t worry if you want to come to Fushan. He came to Beijing to take the exam the year before last. Last year, he worked as an experience officer in the head and customer department of the household department for more than half a year. Promise, let alone relief, when Fu Shan was at a loss what to do, he suddenly heard from the merchants from the north that there was a Marshal Song in Dai County, who was the reincarnation of the Fire Ghost King and had the power of ghosts and gods. More than half of the other counties died population, in Dai County, less than 2000 people died, and the epidemic was brought under control.

The fire ghost king Fu Shan didn't believe it, but Dai County's ability to control the epidemic shows that there are really capable people there!Regardless of the imperial court's prohibition on the responsibility of guarding the land, Fu Shan came with two servants and a little donkey, and there was a scene of breaking into the camp in the morning.

Listening to Fu Qingzhu's narration of the scene in Yuanping County, Song Qingshu's hand holding the wine glass was frozen in mid-air for a long time. Whether it was out of friendship or morality, he should help, but now, he is a beggar. The future of the begging army is the greatest.

"Brother Fu Shan, you have also seen that the control of the epidemic here is all made of materials. First, gather all the epidemics together to isolate the source of infection. It costs a lot of money and food to feed them, and medicine is needed to provide public health. Materials, Yuanping County, do you have these?"

Fu Shan was stunned by this question, and after a long time, he shook his head in shame: "Yuan Ping is poor now, but these, I can collect donations from the gentry, and I should be able to pay them!"

"Counting on those misers?" Song Qingshu shook his head contemptuously again.Tilting his head again, Song Qingshu sighed helplessly after thinking for a while under Fu Shan's nervous gaze.

"It's rare for us refugees to recuperate in the mountains for half a year, and we still have some savings. I only have Coptis chinensis here for preventive medicine, and I can squeeze some out for Yuanping County. As much as we can save, we can only do our best. Listen to fate!"

"So, thank you Brother Song, I won't let Brother Song take these money, food and medicine for nothing! There are still some properties in the clan, and I will entrust someone to sell them when I go back, and I will return them to Brother Song!" He was relieved, Fu It was rare for Shan to speak easily, and Song Qingshu shook his head when he heard it.

"Hey! Brother Fu Shan, you are out of touch! You are a gentleman, and I, Song Qingshu, am a villain?"

Not to mention, Song Qingshu is still a villain, and a gentleman can't survive these days, but Fu Shan can't think so, and he hurriedly apologized with fists in his hands.

"It's Fu who judges the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!"

If at the end of the Ming Dynasty, the gentry were like Fu Shan and would rather use their wealth to add to the country, how could the Ming Dynasty perish?It's a pity that Fu Shan can only have one or two in the whole of Shanxi. Of course, not even Song Qingshu. After appeasing Fu Shan, Song Qingshu once again showed his fox's tail wretchedly.

"By the way, Brother Fu Shan, Song actually has something to ask for!"

"Oh? Brother Song, please tell me!"

"This time the plague in the plains killed many people, so there should be a lot of land left uncultivated?"

Land has always been a terrible thing, especially in Shanxi where there are still many people and little land. Many lands are barren and grassy, ​​but they are still hung under the names of many landlords. Among them, the interest relationship is the most complicated. Regarding the idea of ​​the land, Fu Shan frowned in embarrassment, and just after helping, he asked for something, which seemed to be a threat of kindness.

"Brother Fu Shan, a while ago, you, Yuanping, committed more than 4 hungry people to our Dai County! They were captured by Song. They brought many of the epidemics this time. After the epidemic in Dai County stabilized, there are still more than 3 hungry people without food. There are not many places to go, this generation of county doesn't have much land, I can hardly support my brothers, if I don't care, these [-] people will develop into rogues sooner or later, so, no matter what, Brother Fu Shan, you have to think about it Think of ways to!"

Seeing Song Qingshu clasping his fists down again in a hypocritical manner, Fu Shan was suddenly moved. It turned out that Song Qingshu was also thinking about Yuan Ping's father and elders, and it was his own villainous heart that speculated about him!Moved, Fu Shan hurriedly bowed and put down.

"Brother Song Gao Yi, no matter what happens when we go back this time, even if we don't want to be an official, I will clean up those unclaimed wastelands for resettlement!"

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Fu Shan is really impatient, he was going to leave that day, but was forced to stay by Song Qingshu, and it would take a few days to persuade him to prepare supplies, which made him like an ant on a hot pot, patiently living in Daixian County Next, although this one didn't go back to his hometown in Chengshanli to see his wife, Song Qingshu walked all the way out of the city, still whistling happily.

One winter is enough for Song Qingshu to organize the [-] hungry people who are grateful to him into a begging army. With Fu Shan's help, with some food and medicinal materials, he can exchange for a large piece of land, allowing him to spread his tentacles to Yuanping County. What a bargain!It's true that good people get rewarded!Humming a little tune and riding the horse back, Song Qingshu thought happily.

But what he didn't expect was that this good man's reward was just the beginning. As soon as he returned to the camp, Sun Chuanting rushed to the door again.

"Mr. Boya, do you want to take such a small doll as a concubine?"

Seeing Sun Chuanting hugging the little girl named Li'er, and leading the two-meter-tall, camel-like strong man who was getting thinner after a serious illness, Song Qingshu was quite happy and even joked.

Who knew that before Sun Chuanting could speak with an ugly face, the strong man had already plopped to his knees on the ground.

"Marshal, save Zhi'en! Save my whole town! I, Yuan Zongdi, have something important to report!"

(End of this chapter)