Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 75

At this juncture, Cheng Yaojin came out, seeing all the foolish ditch villagers in front of him staring at him deeply, especially when his scarred face was staring at him like a pig that was slaughtered yesterday, Fatty Li was so fat On Hu's forehead, the oily sweat flowed down like a stream.

What's even more tragic, just as he opened his mouth to scold the bandit Chen Ergou, who had already had his last breath, he rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue, and he just died!Once a person dies, there is not even a refutation.

"Your second uncle's balls! Frame me!" Really angry, one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. Fatty Li punched and kicked the dead body, and the blood splashed all over the place. The wet pork liver face dazedly grabbed Fatty Li's sleeve again, yelling with his tongue out.

"Hey, Brother Fa, isn't this Chen Ergou from our village? You forgot about him, he, he even gave you candied chestnuts the year before last! What, why can't you get up when you're lying on the ground?"

It was another solid slap, which directly knocked the guy to the ground, and the world finally became quiet!After looking at the dead body on the ground, and then at the vicious eyes of the surrounding villagers, Fatty Li suddenly pulled out the sharp knife from his waist.

"It's useless to say anything now, let's follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, and accept the vote! Silly village chief! You bring all the bandits you caught! A certain knife was thrown and stabbed one by one, which proves that XX and these bandits are inseparable." No collusion!"

This was cruel enough. Seeing the blood vessels on this bastard's forehead throbbing, his eyes flickered strangely, but Song Qingshu suddenly smiled like a madman, and went up and punched Fatty Li on the shoulder.

"Why are you so nervous? Isn't it just a bandit grabbing and biting? Who will believe what the bandit says?"

Is this person really stupid or pretending to be stupid?Fatty Li twitched when he heard what he said, and finally broke out an ugly smile and nodded along Song Qingshu's words: "Yes, yes, that's right!"

"That's enough, that's enough! Lock up these bandits! You have to go to the government to exchange for rewards! Everyone should leave too! Master Li's eldest cousin is our county magistrate in Shangnan! He is an official! How is it possible?" Colluded with the bandits? They're all gone, and they should go to work, do you want to get work points!"

While Song Qingshu was waving his sleeves to drive them away, a large group of villagers scattered away resentfully, but they still stared fiercely at the Zhuang Ding of Longhu Village, as if they were about to eat them, without caring about the weirdness of the people around them, Song Qingshu again Laughing once, he dragged Fatty Li's sleeve and walked into the room.

"Don't worry about a bunch of mud legs, come here, let's keep drinking!"

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In this attack, the bandits suffered a lot of losses. During the day, these goods never rushed into the Shazigou Valley again. In the afternoon, the labor force of the village simply left the village again, picking up the trampled corn, sweet potatoes and so on. , and poured some water.

However, Li Tiezhu, the village security captain, went around the mountain ridge, and after investigating the small cliff at the east end, he brought back bad news. A layer of haze, as the saying goes, you are not afraid of thieves stealing, but you are afraid of thieves thinking about it. With such a big tiger lurking around every day, who can live in peace?

At night, Song Qingshu ordered to light all the charcoal burned in the past two days, set down several braziers along the mountain road, and made some traps, and organized men in the production team to hold gongs on the wall of the village On patrol, if there is a sign of trouble, immediately beat the gong to fight.

At the west end of the village, near the barn and the public toilet, there is also a small door on the wall of the village, but outside this road is piled manure, and the smell is not good. This small door is for the convenience of farmers to go out to compost. Song Qingshu didn't want to see a big load of dung passing through the main entrance every day, dripping all over the ground.

In the middle of the night, a group of revolutionary comrades from Longhu Village was led here by Song Qingshu.

"These bandits are still ruthless and want to plunder the good people of our Songjia Village. Fortunately, the brothers from Longhu Village are helping to defend them. Song is very grateful!"

As if it was the same as the Eighth Route of the Soviet Army's round, Song Qingshu bowed impassionedly: "The west end of this village is handed over to the brothers for defense, and you must be careful of bandits sneaking from here! If there is any trouble, immediately sound the gong, brothers immediately Bring someone to help!"

There was still a five-fingerprint on his face, his pig liver face was still so carefree, he pounded his chest loudly, and shouted in a bully voice: "Don't worry, silly village chief! If the bandits dare to come, a grandpa will kill one. Come two grandpas to kill a pair!"

His face was twitching again, and he grabbed Zhuganlian's hair and pulled it behind him. Fatty Li cupped his fists with an ugly face: "Brother Song, I think there is a shortage of people in other places in the village, or brother, go to another place to help." ?”

No wonder Fatty Li didn't want to, it's too fucking stinky here!There is a large dung pile outside, and there are public toilets and barns inside. The smell of cow dung, sheep dung and human dung is mixed together, which is too lethal!Those of his subordinates drank a lot of wine and meat for a long time, and they were so confused that they couldn't feel anything, but he was full of things, so he didn't drink much at all, and now he was so disgusting that he was about to vomit.

And this place often has villagers coming to squat in the pit, wanting to do some small tricks, which is especially inconvenient, his face turns green, and Fatty Li really doesn't want to stay for a minute.

Who knew that Song Qingshu shook his head solemnly, and suddenly put his mouth next to Fatty Li's ear and muttered softly.

"Master Li, I have wronged a few of you here, but let me tell you the truth! Don't look down on this place, the most important and most precious secret of this village is hidden here. I am not at ease, brother, so I can only ask Master Li for help!"

Fatty Li's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

This idiot Song is said to be a rich local merchant from Xi'an city. Could it be that he has hidden all his money around here?Thinking about it, Fatty Li's eyes immediately brightened, as if he couldn't feel the mixed stench anymore, and he immediately hammered his chest hard.

"Brother Song trusts you so much! Li will give up his life to protect him! As long as those bandits don't come in, they will never step on my corpse!"

"it is good!"

With a promise, Song Qingshu took Liu Zongmin and walked towards the village seemingly at ease, but just a few steps away, the sound of the footsteps of Yanglang Yanglang came from behind him, and he went back as if nothing had happened without turning his head. He couldn't help but sneered.

The night was quite peaceful, the bonfires were extinguished halfway through the fire, and there were sneaky figures on the hillside at night, but the bandits did not attack on a large scale after all.

In the daytime of the next day, more than 100 bandits came again, and the village hurriedly rang gongs in a panic, but these guys did not attack the village. After yelling and cursing at the village, they swaggered and grabbed the crops outside the village, and bullied you all. Dare to come out!

This made Song Qingshu very angry, and brought all the ten firecrackers that he rushed to build to the front of the wall.

There was a sound like fried beans, and there was a puff of smoke from the wall of the village. Two bandits who were stealing crops fell down at once, and there were two other buttocks bleeding from their backs. Stealing some crops would kill them. Obviously not worth it!More than a hundred bandits ran away in horror, throwing away the stolen wheat and broken green corn.

His shoulders ached from the recoil. Looking at the mechanical sight that was welded on yesterday, Scarface patted the rough barrel of the firecracker in astonishment: "Good guy, although it is heavier, it is heavier than the one in the Liaodong Ordnance Shop." It works, how did you get it out?"

Yesterday, I used firecrackers to listen to the pretense, and every time I hit one, it was because the bandits were within 20 meters or 100 meters, but today they are more than [-] meters away. Song Qingshu coaxed two shots, but Mao didn't hit them. Resentfully, he threw the firecracker on the ground again, humming weakly.

"How did you come here? I learned from those Japanese pirates!"

These words are not adulterated. Daming’s bird gun is made of wrought iron rolled into a barrel, and then drilled through it from top to bottom with a drill press. It is very good to drill one in a month, but the little devil’s iron gun is directly made of cast iron. After being cast, in terms of craftsmanship, Song Qingshu's ten firecrackers were indeed learned from devils.

But this thing is like the cars of later generations, and the technology can come from more than one place.

The technology in the gun barrel is still a coup that Song Qingshu accidentally saw when he was in the forum for later generations. First, the inner diameter of the gun barrel and the engraved rifling are cast with copper, polished and polished, and then the steel is poured on it to cast the gun barrel. Then put it in a furnace and heat it. The melting point of copper is lower than that of steel. The copper is melted out, and then the barrel is quenched.

In addition, matchlock gun technology is popular in this era. Regardless of the large-scale and practical iron cannons of the Japanese in the Wanli Korean War or the bird guns imitated by the Jiangnan Military Bureau, they all belong to matchlock guns. Now Song Qingshu's is a flintlock gun, and it is advanced. He also saw half a century of French flintlock technology in the forum.

The matchlock on the gun hammer was replaced with a piece of flint that is commonly used in life in this era. When the trigger was pulled, the flint hit the iron cover on the gunpowder pool hard, and the sparks ignited the gunpowder pool, thus completing the launch. There is a piece of elastic U-shaped iron. When the trigger is pulled, the gunpowder pool is opened in conjunction with it, and it can be tightly closed immediately to prevent the gunpowder from getting wet or being blown away by the wind.

Even though the British army was using this kind of gun during the Opium War, it is no wonder that Scarface felt comfortable.

The two of them were muttering there, but at this time, there were a few whoops from behind, and when they turned around, it was Fatty Li, with two panda eyes, limping back, his legs It was stained with fermented manure for a while, and there was a sour smell. I didn't know what to step on, and I limped my left leg.

Suppressing a secret smile in his heart, Song Qing greeted him with a look of concern in his writing, and asked with concern: "How did Master Li do this?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I sprained my foot in the latrine!"

Forced to put on a smiling face that was uglier than crying, Fatty Li hurriedly waved his hands, but he scolded Song Qingshu bloody in his heart. Is there anything so sinister?Poisoned in shit!Last night when he climbed out of the stick, he stepped on the mechanism laid by Song Qingshu, and fell into the dung pile.

"Well, Brother Song, borrow the bathroom!"

"Master Li can do as he pleases!"

After two unnutritive conversations, Fatty Li limped towards the landlord's house again. Seeing him go far away, Song Qingshu couldn't help but laughed out loud while holding his stomach, looking helplessly straight at the scarred face. Shake your head.

Is this guy stupid or not?
(End of this chapter)