stubborn thief

Chapter 255
In the middle of the night, there were thunderstorms.

Lightning made the night sky as bright as day, and hit the roof of Nangsuoqianmo Palace, and the brass pagoda received the punishment of heaven on its behalf.

In the camp at the foot of the mountain, the Mongolian shepherds in the felt tent suddenly woke up. They lifted their knives and stood up to look at the heavy rain outside the tent. They found the figure of the Han Sentinel still standing under the eaves in the distance, and felt a little less nervous.

Mu Bing shrank his neck, chanted a Buddha's name in his heart, and returned to the warm bed to wrap up the blanket tightly.

Not far away, on the banks of the Zhaqu River, a two-story manor that once belonged to monks is now the residence of slaves.

Chen Qindai stood on the second floor, looking down the ladder.

He didn't know what the magic of the ladder was. No one had ever given any orders to these slaves since they were brought back by the Mongol squads that went everywhere, but they were very orderly.

No one dared to take a step beyond the thunder pool and climbed the ladder.

They would rather huddle in the cramped corner under the ladder, squatting and sleeping.

This scene made Chen Qindai think of Tu Mochuan when he was young.

Young Erji drove the sheep into the fold, and so did the little lambs.

Even if there is a large open space in the sheepfold, they will still huddle together with their sheep's buttocks, huddled in a corner, and become a piece of fluff.

At that time, the Hanzi uncles had not yet fought with the Dazi uncles, and everything was fine.

Looking at the Spanish slaves swarming under the stairs, Chen Qindai couldn't help showing a smile... His smile was not derogatory, but he saw himself at the beginning.

In the past, he was also like these slaves. He didn't look for a ladder to get off, but a tent.

But the same goal by different routes, I never think that I am suffering, I just feel that being a soldier should deserve it.

What's more, what can we do if we don't suffer? Want to die?

Only when the tiger-like troops surrendered to Liu Chengzong's Lion Camp, walked into the Shanxi Basin from the thousands of ravines in northern Shaanxi, saw the giant Buddha sitting on the mountain wall, and climbed the towering Liupan Mountain until reaching the highest mountain in the world. The mountain strikes.

He could see that people all over the world were suffering.

At this time, Liu Chengzong said to make progress, but Chen Qindai understood what progress is.

But how to tell these people, how to let these people know... Chen Qindai thinks that a method is needed.

Thinking of this, Chen Qindai, who was leaning on the wooden fence, shook his head helplessly, regretting that before the age of ten, he was always playful and did not study hard with the Han uncles in Tumochuan.

E Ji, who believed in the Yellow Sect, always said that those Han uncles believed in heretics. He didn't know until he grew up and went to Yulin. What are the Han people in Tumochuan?It is the white lotus believer.

If Chen Qindai had studied hard back then, he would still be able to tell the slaves the story of the birth of Maitreya, the future Buddha, and tell them that after 56 billion years, Marshal Liu is the Maitreya who created a new world for you.

It's a pity that he didn't, so he still needs to observe more and find his breakthrough from these slaves.

He had found two slaves who were different from the others, two dumb ones to be exact.

One of them was the dumb Daiben Ngawang who was captured in the city. Chen Qindai knew him. When he helped the wounded soldiers set their bones after the war, Ngawang helped him out and took out the broken bones of the wounded soldiers through surgery.

After the war, in order to be separated from other captured Bailey soldiers, he was placed in this manor.

Chen Qindai paid close attention to him. People who have served in the army for a long time will more or less heal some injuries, just like their commander-in-chief who is also a master of stitches.

But Awang's skills are not like the skills that the Marshal learned from the second cobbler, he looks like a professional doctor.

The situation of the other mute is a bit more complicated, with a well-dressed and handsome young mother-in-law.

When Xie Erhu brought him, the herdsmen who guarded him said that this guy had robbed the concubine of the noble young master. In order to keep the concubine, his hands were tied and the throat of another slave was bitten open on the way.

Very ferocious.

But Chen Qindai couldn't see the ferocity from this slave, he always had a low-browed and pleasing appearance, shrinking back.

If it wasn't for the woman named Mei Duo, it would be difficult for Chen Qindai to notice the slave named Basang, but once he noticed, it would be difficult to look away.

Not because he's special, but because he's cowardly.

A group of people quickly appeared in the inner ranks. There were hundreds of slaves in the manor, and twelve slaves came from one place. They occupied the bottom of the ladder and drove Basang out.

He also punched him twice in the face.

Basang didn't fight back, he wasn't even a little angry, he still squatted outside with his brows down, put his hands in his arms, and slept against the wall.

Chen Qindai thought that this idiot thought he would be afraid if there were too many people. As a young boy who grew up on the streets of Yulin City, he was well versed in the principle of using fewer enemies to outnumber them.

I am afraid that I will be beaten, I can hide from the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day.

Of course, if you fight back, you will be beaten, and you may be beaten more severely, but as long as you catch one and fight back hard enough, if others want to bully him in the future, you have to weigh it, who wants to be caught.

It was the same reason why Chen Qindai dared to kill many flying tigers under him in public in Fuzhou.

There are no slaves squatting outside, and they look down on slaves squatting outside.

There was only Awang outside, and Awang looked down on the slaves squatting under the ladder.

Awangdaiben opened his empty mouth and yawned. Everything in the manor was boring to him.

This is not the first time he has worked with slaves, but this time... He looked at the Han army guarding the manor and sighed silently in his heart.

It is unlikely that he will escape.

The war was still going on, and he might be here for four or five months.

Ngawangdai originally wanted to learn Chinese, and learned from the doctors of the Han army to prove what he had learned.

But this matter is more difficult than escaping. The little leader of the Han army on the second floor talked to him when he was setting bones, but he couldn't understand, and even if he understood, he couldn't answer.

What a precious thing the tongue was, he wanted to speak!
Finally, a slave cub squatted beside him.

Ngawang Daiben saw everything that happened to Basang clearly, and was very angry.

These bastards actually bullied a dumb man!
He touched Basang with his arm, and stretched out his hand from his bosom.

Basang looked down and saw that Ngawangdaiben was holding a scalpel with a handle only as thick as a little finger. The five-inch-long straight thin iron handle was inlaid with silver and had a two-inch-long straight blade. Reflecting the light and shadow of the torch, it is very sharp.

Basang didn't pick it up, shook his head, squatted against the wall and closed his eyes.

A moment later, Ngawang touched him with his arm again, and with the anger of hating iron in one eye, he stretched out the scalpel again, and pointed down the ladder with his other hand.

This is the only iron-edged knife on the first floor of the manor other than the guards of the Han army.

But he still didn't answer, and even moved aside, away from this dangerous monk.

Basang doesn't want to be a slave leader here, he has to find a way to escape back to Baili, take Meadow and escape back to Baili, soon he will have his own home.

Seeing that the monk was going to move towards him, Basang also stared, took out a fist-sized stone from his pocket, let the monk take a look, and then put it back into his pocket.

Monk Ngawang thought, this little thing is very smart!Then why didn't he fight back?

The six-character mantra is engraved on the stone, which Basang picked up from the mani pile while the Mongolian herders were not paying attention on the road.

Who cares about your little broken knife.

Basang has heard people say that this dumb monk is King Baili's guard in Nangqian, and Daiben will be given a manor when he is in office. He is a noble officer, and the manor may be bigger than his master's manor.

But it's useless, Basang doesn't care, he doesn't want to have any interaction with anyone here.

Nobles are stars in the sky, slaves are grass on the ground.

Xiaocao can always see the stars at night, other than that, they have nothing to do with each other, and they don't need to have anything to do with each other.

Here, they are all slaves.

After going out, nobles are still nobles, and slaves are still slaves.

Whenever this person wants to get close to him, it must be to use him to help him escape, and most of the time he will die in this ghost place because of it.

No need.

If they can really go out, they will never see each other again in this life.

Even if there is a wall, the nobles are the master's guests, and the slaves are dirty things kowtowing and kneeling outside, who can see who.

It doesn't matter if you really see it, just pretend to be deaf and dumb, you should kowtow or kneel down.

Basang's ears moved, and there was a sound outside.

The horses in the stables of the manor were braying, and the leather boots stuffed with iron pieces were stepping on the stone slabs, and it was the Han army who was walking in.

The wooden door was pushed open, and Basang saw a figure in an oil coat and an iron helmet, walked into the hall, shouted something upstairs, and followed the leader of the Han army who had been standing on the second floor looking down, and walked down , The two said a few words, the leader of the Han army seemed to be very anxious, but after a while, the man walked into the rain again wearing an oil coat.

Chen Qindai was indeed in a hurry, the person who came was the commander's entourage, who came down from the mountain in the rain to deliver the commander's order.

It is a good thing that the commander-in-chief wants Monk Gama to recruit slaves into the army and grant farmhouses to those who fight bravely, but he has no way to issue this order.

Should he use Chinese or Mongolian to convey orders to these Spanish slaves?
The commander-in-chief's entourage was also very angry, I just came down from the rain on the fucking mountain, you want me to go up the mountain again?
Half an hour later, a muddy Chen Shifo walked into the manor cursing.

Originally, he had just fallen asleep on the mountain, and was woken up by the guards. Shifo thought that the language barrier was indeed a big problem, so let's go down.

It turned out that it was dark, and he couldn't see the last two steps down the mountain clearly, and fell over and gnawed on the mud.

Angry.

Entering the door is like going back to your own home. First take off your clothes, look up to Chen Qindai to ask for clothes in the room, change into a clean one, and then come out again, standing on the second floor to the slaves at the bottom: "Do you want to restore freedom? body?"

Downstairs was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

Chen Qindai asked in a low voice: "Master Buddha, your Western language, can it work?"

"What are you talking about!" Chen Shifo rolled Chen Qindai's eyes, then patted the railing and shouted: "Wake up, wake up, you don't want a free body?"

The slaves all looked up at him eagerly. They could understand every word he said, but they didn't know what he meant when they got together.

What the hell is freedom?

Everyone is very free. They want to sleep in the sheepfold, sleep in the sheepfold, and want to sleep on the stairs.

Slaves look at me and I look at you, shaking their heads slightly... I don't understand, I don't know what this person is talking about.

Ngawangdaiben stood up, he was in a hurry, regaining his freedom was a good thing for nothing.

Who knew that Chen Shifu would be very angry when he saw that people didn't respond, and when he saw him standing up, he was even more angry, pointing and saying: "You Baili officer, squat back for me! It's none of your business!"

Ngawang Daiben obeyed his words, turned around and opened his mouth to curse: abaa aba.

Chen Shifu felt that this reaction was not right, so he saw Ngawang Daiben go back and touch the slave next to him, signaling him to go, but the slave shook his head and squatted to the side a little further away from Ngawang.

Chen Shifu went downstairs, squatted in front of the slave and asked, "You don't want to regain your freedom?"

Basang shook his head, Chen Shifo frowned.

Ngawangdaiben pointed at Basang beside him, and then pointed at himself with his mouth open, indicating that this person is dumb like me.

Master Chen sighed, they are all poor people.

He stood up and asked the slaves gathered at the foot of the hall stairs, "None of you want to be free?"

It can't be said that there is no one at all, Mei Duo in the crowd stood up, walked forward step by step timidly, knelt down and asked, "Master is going to let us go?"

"Stand up and speak, the commander-in-chief will let the slaves join Nangqian Chieftain's army, and those who fight bravely will be freed and rewarded with [-] to [-] acres of land."

The slaves at the bottom of the stairs whispered to each other, all showing understanding expressions.

Sure enough, if you want us to fight the war, and let us farm the land after the war... These people don't have good intentions!

But different from the men, Mei Duo showed great joy on her face, she asked Chen Shifu: "Master, can I persuade him?"

Chen Shifu followed Mei Duo's gaze and saw Basang squatting aside.

He thought to himself, even the captured nobles can't persuade him, can you?

"Go and persuade him."

Chen Shifu didn't know why the slaves were not excited about this, but Mei Duo knew.

All slaves are the same, they are not slaves who serve nobles close by, they never own anything.

They have worn the clothes of several generations, covered the quilts of several generations, slept under the stairs of several generations, and there are parents and children born in the future.

Not even a single piece of flesh and bone on their bodies belonged to them.

The spirit and the flesh are inseparable, and if they are artificially separated, there will be a purpose for the separation.

Life is given by God, and the body is a boat. They are not the owner of the boat, but the passengers who endure the turbulence in the boat.

Mei Duo is different. She has a small beeswax necklace, which was given to her by the wife some time ago. She said that the master will ration her to Basang, and she will not be washed and cleaned in the future. She will keep something to live in the manor. I have thought about it for more than ten years.

Although the necklace was snatched by the Mongols, it was something she actually had.

Talk to her about freedom, about owning land, and she understands.

It doesn't make sense to tell others.

She knelt down and said, Basang, persuade the slaves to fight with you, we can have a home.

Basang thought for a long time in his heart, what is home...?
There are masters, wives, master Dorji and a group of slaves in the family.

Basang didn't know, but it was not difficult for Medo to convince the slaves of their request.

He stood up and asked Master Chen, "Can I kill someone?"

Ngawang Daiben was dumbfounded, it turned out that only Lao Tzu was dumb in this room, and he squatted on the ground and cursed at his mother.

Chen Shifu was also stunned for a moment, looked at the fist marks on Basang's face, looked at the slaves, and sighed helplessly.

Basang understood it from his sigh. He took out a stone engraved with the six-character mantra from his bare-shoulder sheepskin jacket and held it in his hand. He stood up and walked to the bottom of the stairs. go down.

Then he lifted his head with difficulty.

"I am your master, and I order you all to fight with me."

　good evening!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)