stubborn thief

Chapter 43 Blood Flow

Another memory never told him that the rebels and thieves of this era would do business with the thieves officers and troops.

When the news was brought back to Xingpingli, Master Liu was furious.

"During the disaster year, there is a drought! Every family in Xingping divides three days of rations to give to the army, and this is the result? Don't say that there is no war, even if the battle is not right, the thieves will be released, and the old man will be taken away. The head of the villager who was killed in the temple village returns to the city to collect the merit!"

Liu Chengzong didn't say a word at home.

Until his father took the lead in contacting the head of the village to convene the clan, and proposed to help the dead people in Laomiaozhuang collect the bodies, he was still digesting the impact of this incident on him.

When leaving Xingpingli for the north, Liu Chengzong suddenly thought vaguely of another word in his memory that he had never understood—weakness.

Now he can't say that he understands the word, but this touch made him think more, or let him go from this word to a summary of certain fragments in another memory combined with his own environment.

For example, Zhang Qianhu led the army of Three Hundred Guards to trade with the thieves, and exchanged the heads of the villagers of Laomiaozhuang for the thieves to withdraw by himself.

It wasn't what he expected, but it wasn't as incomprehensible and out of anger for him as his father.

He can understand, can understand that a general brings his subordinates who can't eat two or three hundred meals to face an enemy that may not be defeated, and make compromises according to their needs.

Although it was irresponsible, shameful, and extremely shameless, he understood.

He was just surprised that he could empathize with a word that appeared 300 years later.

Where do you feel the same way?

From his father Liu Xiangyu, the pillar of his family, from his teacher Yang Dingrui, and even himself, he saw the weakness of literati.

The three of them have very little in common. They all read books and are relatively literate people in this era.

Literati is a pseudo-class, with a very low lower limit and a very high upper limit, and is a subordinate to other identities.

If you want to point to a personal introduction on the street and say 'this is a literati', that's mostly swearing, just wanting to say that this person has nothing but the ability to do serious business.

His father is a literati, and his more prominent identity is that of a judge and an official. After being dismissed, the most important identity is that of a clan leader.

Yang Dingrui is a literati, but he is a jinshi and an official. Even if he resigns, there are still gentry who are famous.

He is also a literati. He has passed the Tongsheng exam. If he hadn't entered the imperial examination room, he might have been able to get a name. But when he became a soldier, he became a martial artist.

They have different identities, different experiences, and different positions, but Liu Chengzong believes that they all have weaknesses.

Because even if they were furious, even if their teeth were itching with hatred, they didn't have any idea of ​​revenge for Zhang Qianhu's cheating of food.

The more people there are under the existing system, the weaker the revolution.

What big things can they do?I can't do anything big. Even if I think there are thousands of problems in the environment around me, the last thing I think about is improvement.

No matter how much he scolded and thought about it, Cao Yao sat on the threshold without saying a word, sneering and sharpening his knife on the bluestone steps of his house.

Under the existing system of the Ming Dynasty, he had nothing but a warhorse under his crotch, armor on his body, and a waist knife in his hand.

As one of the first five cavalrymen to go to Laomiaozhuang to explore the road, Cao Yao told Liu Chengzong that the knife was sharpened for a possible accident in Laomiaozhuang.

"But if I meet the thousand households in the dog bag again, he will eat our [-] meals, and I will give him three more coins and lead."

Three coins are the weight of a bird shot and lead pill.

In Laomiaozhuang, the wooden fence that prevented Liu Chengzong from entering the village half a month ago was torn down and burned to the point of carbonization. Headless corpses and slaughtered livestock left dried blood and bones everywhere.

Liu Chengzong, who was walking on a horse, pulled out a broken spear from the ground and held it in his hand.

This kind of spearhead that cannot afford a ridge is often seen in the peasant uprising army in history. Today's ordinary people will not spend a lot of money on such a spearhead, which makes Liu Chengzong suspect that this spearhead may be an antique left over from past wars.

And he is also very sorry for this good stick... Apparently this war spear belongs to a certain Zhuangke in the old temple village. The guillotine or the axe will go up and cut the shaft of the spear to death.

It may not be a happy death, because his eyes searched around, except for the blood stains that had already penetrated into the soil and mixed into one body, no corpse was found that matched the guess.

The thief must have gone in a hurry, or grabbed so many things that he was reluctant to take away even a weapon that could be used with a little repair.

Liu Chengzong is different. He has the genes of a trash man in his bones. He is not so extravagant.

His hangers didn't have the names of victory hooks and hoops, only a few self-made hangers on the left and right of the saddle of the warhorse, with hooks in the loops, and leather goods that could hold knives and axes.

The normal cavalry has a bit of gear, but not as much as him.

Returning from outside the Great Wall last year, the operation of burning the wasteland was a great success. He shot the captive scouts, but he had no place to hang his trophies. Many things could not be brought back, which made Liu Chengzong, who often drilled cave dwellings, feel desperate and only felt that he was fighting the captives. Dead and lonely.

I made these objects in a fit of rage. I thought that this year, I would give the old Liu family a hard-top mansion with pavement on Qingliang Mountain in Yan'an City. Who would have thought that the general should be dismissed.

Turning around the wooden fence and the collapsed loess village wall, he walked into the crushed courtyard wall, where maggots were wriggling on the stone well in the courtyard, and the bare tree stump was littered with bark and sawdust, and among the bark and sawdust lay a girl.

The blood was gone, and the body was as white as snow.

As soon as he found a dirty blanket in the collapsed house, he heard howling cries from the village, so that he didn't even have time to pick up the girl's family from the well, so he had to scribble a blanket over her to cover her body He hurriedly ran out of the yard following the cry.

Lu Bin stumbled to his knees in front of a big black pillar, weeping endlessly. He said it was the old earth temple in the village.

Liu Chengzong couldn't see any signs of the Earth Temple from the black pillar hanging an old man, and the broken bricks and tiles all around made him unable to see where the former courtyard wall was, but if it was his village, he would. More sad than Lu Bin cried.

This is neither a village nor a home. They searched the whole village, and there were corpses everywhere. Not only those who resisted were killed, but also those who did not resist or were unable to resist, regardless of gender, age, or age.

The only difference is that most of the women's corpses still have their heads.

Compared with the depression of Liu Chengzong and Lu Bin, Cao Yao is much better.

The old thief threw a white cat out of the yard, scolding the street as he walked: "What immoral thing his grandmother left half a tank of wine in the yard, the cat got drunk without water, and walked with its tail stretched out on each of its four legs. I thought it was a goose!"

　Good morning!
　　
　
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