Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 46 Pay
In any case, Zhu Yixi spared no effort to arm his only army and act as a kindling.

Chongzhen 16 years, the fifth day of June.

The plague camp accommodates the plague patients of the entire Xi'an Prefecture, more than 40,000 people.

Similarly, hundreds of corpses were brought out of the camp every day.

Zhu Yixi personally presided over the funeral ceremony, and the blazing flames took away the plague, which also made him a little dazed.

It is no exaggeration to say that among the patients in the plague camp, very few people recovered, and almost all of them died. Watching them die, he felt a little hurt in his heart.

"This is the plague. The plague in the late Ming Dynasty almost determined the course of history!"

Zhu Yixi murmured in a low voice, often in the distance, the crowded plague camp, according to the registration information, there will be mass deaths in the next few days.

"Get some more firewood, I'm afraid it won't be enough in two days."

"Yes!" Zhu Yi on the side hurriedly clapped his hands in response, looking decent.

After two months of his training, Zhu Yi and Zhu Shuang had matured a lot and could read and write, so they were assigned to the orphan camp as team leader and deputy team leader, while the other eight remained as bodyguards.

Zhu Yixi nodded in satisfaction and said, "Remember, you must wear a mask and don't have any contact with them. The plague doesn't pick people."

"Understood!" Zhu Yi and Zhu Shuang agreed solemnly.

"Is everyone here?"

Zhu Yixi looked at a group of people standing in a square formation.

"Sovereign Lord, everything is here."

"That's good!"

Zhu Yixi nodded, and then clapped his hands. The teenagers carried the box and walked over. He directly opened it, and there was shining silver inside.

"You have worked hard guarding the plague camp. This is the salary."

Hearing this sentence, the teenagers chattered immediately. They didn't expect that they would still have money for food and lodging, and they were all overjoyed.

"Line up and come one by one!" Zhu Yi hurriedly commanded.

The silver has been cut and weighed, one by two, neatly stacked.

Zhu Yixi stood there, and when one came up, a piece of silver was handed out.

"Thank you, suzerain!" The leading young man, with a thin appearance, saw the amiable Zhu Yixi, couldn't help imitating Zhu Yi's tone, and shouted affectionately.

"How do you talk!" Zhu Yi was dissatisfied, this is from their old Zhu's family, what are outsiders shouting.

"It's nothing!" Zhu Yixi didn't mind, he said with a smile, "You can call whatever you want, as kind as you want."

If it weren't for the city of Xi'an being nearby, Zhu Yixi would even consider all these hundred orphans as adopted sons.

Zhu Yuanzhang, the emperor of Taizu, took more than 100 adoptive sons to conquer the world and be the vanguard.

"Thank you suzerain—"

"Thank you suzerain..."

The people behind followed suit, and after a while, a box of silver, that is, 100 taels, was quickly consumed.

Every orphan who received silver from him was overjoyed and burst into tears.

I have been suffering from hunger and cold for many years, has it ever been like this?

"Who gave you enough to eat?" Zhu Yi walked over in a big way and shouted.

"Sovereign—" everyone shouted in unison.

"Who gave you clothes to wear, beds to sleep in, and money to take?"

"metropolitan!"

"Who taught you how to read and write, so that you can support yourself?"

"metropolitan--"

When it came to the third question, the teenagers screamed even more, their faces flushed with blood.

"Okay!" Zhu Yi nodded in satisfaction, waved her arms, and shouted, "Die for the suzerain—"

"Die for the suzerain—" the teenagers roared with all their might, exerting all their might.

The sound went straight up into the sky.

Zhu Yixi nodded with satisfaction, and then walked down, inspecting one by one, pulling up the sleeves from time to time, patted the shoulders, and moved the orphans.

Although the tricks are old-fashioned, they are practical.

The habits of soldiers in the late Ming Dynasty are too disgusting. It is better to learn from Yuan Datou and personally pay the salary, so that you can intuitively establish an image in the hearts of soldiers.

At noon, when they arrived at the epidemic prevention camp, the first thing Zhu Yixi checked was the military situation.

"All the flintlocks?"

"Sovereign, a thousand flintlock guns are all in place, and the boys are practicing every day!"

Zhu Meng, as the head coach, from the Orphan Army to the current epidemic prevention camp, can be said to be very familiar with it, which is logical.

"However, what about the other thousand people?"

Zhu Meng was puzzled.

"The other 500 people, [-] people form an artillery battalion."

Zhu Yixi looked at the uniform team and was quite satisfied in his heart. He said softly:
"Fran cannons, tiger crouching cannons, and red cannons all need people. I will let the prince teach them how to become gunners."

"For the other 500 people, use bird guns for now!"

Sighing, Zhu Yixi said: "The blunderbuss is good to use and more powerful, but the speed is slower."

Bird guns, that is, matchlock guns, are actually cumbersome to move, and once tense on the battlefield, they will malfunction, but their power should not be underestimated.

Especially without cutting corners.

"How about the armor?"

"Tinkering, about 1000 taels can be used for a hundred pairs."

"King Qianning's three-stage shot, how is the practice?"

As early as the early Ming Dynasty, when Mu Ying went west, she was used to using firecrackers for three-stage shooting. The continuous firearms defeated the natives.

"Already practicing." Zhu Meng nodded seriously, and then said: "Sect Master, the three-stage shot is not troublesome."

"That's good, practice more, the bolder you are, the better!"

Zhu Yixi laughed, she was very intelligent, and couldn't help saying: "This kind of multi-stage shooting will continuously shoot out projectiles, which is enough to form a powerful force that can wipe out everything. You have to learn how to use it."

"I understand!" A smile appeared on Zhu Meng's simple and honest face.

Zhu Yixi immediately said: "Let them gather, it's time to pay."

"All together—"

Zhu Meng hurriedly shouted.

A month of training made this group of soldiers form a habitual reflex, and after a while, they gathered together.

Zhu Meng put his hands on his hips and scolded: "You guys are slow for a while, next time it happens again, you are not allowed to eat meat."

"Yes!" Everyone wailed.

"Today, Inspector Zhu is coming to pay his salary, so you line up and come one by one."

Now, everyone jumped up with joy.

Even so, since they are all honest people, they line up in a well-behaved manner.

Unlike the Orphan Camp, the monthly salary is one tael or five taels of silver, which will never be in arrears.

Boxes of silver made everyone smile.

From Zhu Yixi's hand, one by one, accompanied by thank you, Zhu Yixi's hand was also a little sore.

Still, he persevered.

Only then did Zhu Meng ask: "Who pays you the money?"

"Inspector Zhu!"

"louder!!"

"Inspector Zhu—"

With each cry, Zhu Yixi became more and more satisfied.

From today onwards, they are truly my soldiers.

(End of this chapter)