Go back to the Ming Dynasty to be a thousand households

Chapter 4

Huang Laifu walked out of the thousand-household house, and outside was the street where Wuzhai Fort was built.Walking outside the gate, a gust of cold wind hits the face, with some snow particles sandwiched between them, hitting the face.Fortunately, Huang Laifu inherited the strong physique of this body, so the cold didn't affect him at all.

Looking at Jiang Dazhong and Yang Xiaolu again, they were exhaling whitely, and their expressions were normal, obviously this kind of weather was already used to them.

Huang Laifu breathed a sigh of relief, stood at the gate and raised his eyes to look around.Looking around, the city of Wuzhaibao is similar to a small rural town in a remote mountainous area in later generations.

Except for his own thousand-household house, the nearby government offices and a few deputy thousand-household, town-fu, hundred-household and other military officer's houses, they will be neater and tidier.Most of them are earth houses, thatched huts and the like.A few people in ragged clothes were walking on the street, shivering with cold, or some sloppy people were squatting or standing in every corner, looking at Huang Laifu standing at the door with awe.

There are a few streets, except for the main street leading to thousands of houses and government offices, which is paved with large bluestones, the others are dirt roads.Snowflakes fell on it, freezing these places hard.Cold, unpopular, and lifeless, this is Huang Laifu's feeling.Although he had the memory of this body in his mind before, and was mentally prepared for this scene, but now seeing it with his own eyes, he still feels depressed and deserted.

"Young master, do you want to get on the horse?" Jiang Dazhong brought a few horses over. The Huang family has inherited thousands of households in Wuzhaibao for generations. Over the years, they have finally accumulated dozens of horses' private property, most of which are used by the servants.Huang Laifu naturally also has the right to use these horses. Huang Laifu's horse broke its leg in an accident before, and I don't know how Huang Sihao handled it.

"Okay!" Huang Laifu looked away, and took the leather gloves handed over by Yang Xiaolu. These were Huang Laifu's original equipment.

Near the wall of the stone drum gate of Qianhu House lies a huge rectangular horse-mounting stone, and next to it is a thick, round and square horse-tied stone pile that is nearly one person high.This is usually used for the people of Qianhuzhai to mount and tie their horses.

Huang Laifu inherited the memory and ability of his previous body, so riding a horse is naturally no problem. He stepped on the horse-mounting stone, and when he turned over, the half-cow leather boots under his feet were already put into the stirrups, and he rode steadily. The horsewhip that came over made a crisp sound in the air, and said: "Let's go!"Jiang Dazhong and Yang Xiaolu quickly followed behind on horseback.

Huang Laifu walked slowly on the street with his bridle in his hands.He needs to take a good look at the overall situation of the Thousand Households in Wuzhaibao.

Going all the way, Wuzhai Fort is not big, and there is only one main street, which is the one leading to thousands of houses and government offices.There are only three grocery stores on the whole street, selling some rice noodles, cloth, salt and other goods.

The vicinity of Qianhuzhai is regarded as the "rich area" of Wuzhai Fort. The farther away from Qianhuzhai, the more people in ragged clothes on the side of the street. Huang Laifu saw many skinny people wearing tattered military uniforms. Wearing the same tattered weapons, looking listless.

If it wasn't for the Ming military uniform, others would have thought he was a bandit.Such people are not just one or two, or the majority, all over the Wuzhai Fort.There were still some women and children walking on the street, and they were all disheveled. In addition to the low and dilapidated houses next to it, this is not a military castle, but a beggar's den.

When everyone on the street saw Huang Laifu and the three of them coming on horseback, they dodged one after another and whispered: "Huang Laifu is coming, everyone get out of the way, or you will be whipped." The women also hurriedly pulled their children to On the one hand, the eyes cast on Huang Laifu were full of fear.

Jiang Dazhong and Yang Xiaoluhu, who were one horse behind Huang Laifu, yelled from time to time: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, the young master is on a trip, if you don't get out of the way, you will just wait for the whip." The two were triumphant It seemed like this was the case every time they traveled with Huang Laifu before, and they had already done it very smoothly.

Huang Laifu was in a heavy heart, he didn't expect Wuzhaibao to be so impoverished, and what he was about to take over was such a mess, which seemed very bad for his prospects.He had seen some tragic experiences of soldiers in the Ming Dynasty in historical materials, but he didn't expect to see it with his own eyes, which was even more unbearable.Leading such an army and military households, don't want to develop anything yourself, just stay in Wuzhai Fort and wait for your old age.This was a severe blow to my fledgling ambition.

In fact, there are less than 1120 of the 800 non-commissioned sergeants in Wuzhai Fort, plus those who have fled and those who are on empty pay. After removing nearly half of the old and weak, there are only about 60 young and strong. Those who are really capable of fighting are There are [-] servants of Huang Sihao in thousands of households.

Huang Laifu sighed, "I didn't expect my general Wuzhaibao to be so impoverished!"

Jiang Dazhong and Yang Xiaolu are used to this kind of situation.Wang Dazhong heard Huang Laifu's words from behind, and replied loudly: "Master, it's not your first day in Wuzhai Fort, this Wuzhai Fort has been like this for many years, don't mention Wuzhai Fort, I've heard a lot of guards The same goes for military households, otherwise why would everyone call us poor soldiers?"

Huang Laifu's face was gloomy, Jiang Dazhong wanted to speak, but Yang Xiaolu gave him a wink, Jiang Dazhong didn't dare to speak anymore.

(End of this chapter)