The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 163 Follow Mrs. Sun and have a good life

There was no sympathy on Zhou Chen's face, and there was even a bit of satisfaction on his face.

The humiliation I have suffered for so many years is vented today.

The rain gradually subsided, and there were corpses lying across the yard, and the blood flowed down the rain, staining the whole yard red.

Zhou Chen took the soldiers, put these corpses into sacks, and transported them outside the city.

In the wasteland outside the city, there are several small pavilions made of straw, with earth stoves built inside.

After the corpse was sent to the earthen stove, it was burned with a fire.

There was a crackling sound, not only the corpses of the gentry were burning, but also this cannibalistic society.

Foul-smelling smoke rose from the chimneys and traveled far in this rainy day.

The ashes are mixed with quicklime and stirred with rainwater.

Bubbling and bubbling, it was finally buried deeply.

It disappeared completely from this world as if it had never appeared before.

The number of official ships and painting boats on the Yangtze River has decreased a lot, and they have almost disappeared.

In exchange for some broken fishing boats, they rolled on the Yangtze River in this rainy day.

The order to abolish lowly status spread throughout Jinling.

Those servants, musicians, and craftsmen began to think about it.

No one is willing to give their life and future to others, especially in this way without any guarantee.

No one is born to like oppression.

Time passed day by day, and six days arrived as scheduled.

Although Zhou Chen didn't get out all the lowly people from Jinling, he still managed seven or eight out of ten.

In doing things respectfully, apart from being cruel to the gentry, there is no other problem.

The incidents in Jinling City spread rapidly in all directions.

Yangzhou has been a place of fireworks since ancient times, and there is a saying that "wrap a hundred thousand guan in your waist and ride a crane down to Yangzhou".

After the Ming Dynasty, although it was not as good as the Qinhuai River, it was still one of the best places in the south of the Yangtze River.

In the past few days, the officials and gentry in the prefecture of Yangzhou would gather almost every day to discuss how to deal with Sun Jie.

It's ridiculous that they look like they are facing a big enemy.

The ones who reacted completely differently from them were those lowly people.

In Jiangnan at the end of Ming Dynasty, the contradictions had completely intensified.

The slave change in the south of the Yangtze River around Hongguang illustrates all this.

There is no one who does not yearn for freedom. A slave living in a dark world also has the right to look up at the sun.

These gentlemen in Yangzhou Mansion tried their best to prevent Sun Jie's policy of "abolishing low status" from spreading into the city, but in the end it was all in vain.

Like a torch lit up in the gloomy night, it illuminates their way forward and brings them hope.

There is a large workshop settlement outside the city of Yangzhou Prefecture, where silk and other silk products are mainly produced.

There are a lot of workers living in it.

In a short, cramped room crowded with more than 20 people, the smell of sweat, feet and all kinds of smells spread over the face.

If I hadn't lived here for a long time, I'm afraid I'd be fainted by the stench just after entering.

A lean young man in his twenties stood in the middle of the room, talking in the dark.

"Have you heard? All the humble registries in Jinling have been abolished, and everyone has become a free citizen. I heard that all those landlords and gentlemen were thrown into the Yangtze River. Those who follow Mr. Sun will be able to live a happy life in the future." Good day!"

The young man was called Qi Gouzi, and he was originally a self-cultivator in a county below Yangzhou Prefecture.

There was a disaster one year, and my father got seriously ill, so I had no choice but to sell the land to see a doctor.

It's a pity that he still couldn't be rescued, not only the people were gone, but the land was also gone.

In desperation, he entered the city and was later sold here by Ren Yazi.

It took five or six years to work, and it was said that there was wages, but there were miscellaneous deductions for accommodation and food expenses, and there was almost nothing left throughout the year.

I have to work for a long time every day, and if I work slowly, I will be beaten.

Qi Gouzi's face is full of envy, he only regrets that he is not in Jinling, otherwise, he will be a free citizen in the future, and he can do whatever he wants.

"There are such people? I don't believe it. Where did you hear that?"

A stooped middle-aged man in his 40s touched the dark and asked.

With one mouthful, there is endless decay and resignation.

"I heard from Brother Yang today that he has relatives in Jinling, and it has already spread!" Qi Gouzi said unconvinced.

"Ugh!"

The middle-aged man let out a long sigh and turned around.

The broken bed boards creaked and creaked.

"We people are just loaches in the ground, whether we are dead or alive, isn't that what the old man said?

Go to bed early, you have to work tomorrow.I just hope that I will die sooner and get a good baby, even if it is a dog baby, it is better than here.

The sky is big and the earth is big, nowhere to go! "

After speaking, the middle-aged man fell asleep leisurely.

Snoring ensued.

Most of the people in the room looked like this.

Numb, lifeless.

Years of hard work have caused their mental problems.

That is to say, Qi Gouzi is still young, and his blood is not cold yet.

Except for a few people who have a good relationship with Qi Gouzi, there is no one to talk to.

In the dark night, the laborers also slowly fell asleep.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Qi Gouzi didn't know what to say.

He lay down on the bed made of black straw bedding in a depressed mood.

I closed my eyes and dreamed of the moment when I was free again.

I dreamed of the moment when I wandered around Yangzhou City without fear of the guards.

This sleep was very deep, very deep.

He didn't wake up until a large hand fan made a loud noise in his face.

Several strong men with big arms and round waists, holding iron chains and iron rulers glared at Qi Gouzi.

The person in the head lifted Qi Gouzi from the bed, and said coldly, "You are Qi Gouzi, right? I heard that you deceived the crowd with evil words last night and wanted to rebel?!"

Qi Gouzi's face was full of panic, and he repeatedly denied it.

"No, I didn't!"

"Hehe, no?!" The leading strong man sneered, and struck Qi Gouzi's forehead with the iron ruler in his hand.

Accompanied by a scream, a hole several centimeters long loomed.

Qi Gouzi's partners want to help, but where are these strong men's opponents?
Three times, five divisions and two were knocked to the ground.

Why would a strong man care about Qi Gouzi's screams?
Holding Qi Gouzi's arm with his right hand, he pulled it out.

How can Qi Gouzi, who is often hungry and thin, be the opponent of this strong man?
He screamed and was dragged outside.

The outside is already full of people.

A high platform is placed in front of the crowd.

An elegant middle-aged man wearing a round collar and a square scarf sat on a high platform.

After a while, Qi Gouzi was tied to the pillar above the high platform.

The middle-aged man just glanced at him lightly, and ordered his subordinates to chop off Qi Gouzi's head.

Before Qi Gouzi died, he saw a middle-aged man in the crowd.

He knew that someone must have informed him about what he said last night.

Before I thought about it, my head flew up.

Flying from the high platform, he landed on the ground, his eyes were not closed, and he died with regret.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar stood up, looked at the laborers in front of him, and shouted: "You should know that I gave you a way to survive.

If it weren't for me, you would have starved to death on the streets long ago. You people don't know how to be grateful. Damn it, this is what will happen today. If this happens again, you will definitely be killed! "

The Confucian scholar's voice hit the hearts of these workers, making them terrified.

If they die, they will die, and no one will care.

They are just slaves in the hands of these gentry, they are just "animals", they are not considered human beings, and they die when they die.

Even if you report to the official, it is of no use.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and a man who looked like a butler walked up to the middle-aged man, took out a few taels of silver from his pocket, and said with a smile: "You old boy, you did a good deed, remember, in the future , if there is still such a thing, then report it in time, and the benefits for you will always be there!"

The middle-aged man put the blood-stained silver into his arms, and smiled to flatter him: "Master, don't worry, in the future, this old servant will definitely report it in time, and this old slave is also thinking of the old master, we must not let these people spoil the old master's business! "

After being a slave for decades, a slave still cares about the life of his master.

Great joke!
The butler said a few words of comfort, and left here.

I just turned around and saw a few young guys who were aggrieved.

These people had been friends with Qi Gouzi on weekdays, but now they were betrayed by their own people and lost their lives, how could they bear it?
"Qian Dachuan, you really fell into Qian's eyes, are you still human?

How does Qi Gouzi usually treat you?You killed him for a few taels of silver now, you are really nothing! "

A young guy named Chen Sanwa pointed at the money and cursed.

Where can I feel guilty about the money?

He didn't even answer Chen Sanwa and the others, and directly yelled in the direction the master was leaving: "Master, someone rebelled, it's Qi Gouzi's accomplice!"

Chen Sanwa and the others never expected that there would be such shameless people in the world.

As night fell, Chen Sanwa and the others walked into the room clutching their battered buttocks.

He saw Qian Dachuan's ugly face head on.

Qian Dachuan didn't seem to see the facts clearly, and was even sneering constantly.

There was a fierce light in the eyes of Chen Sanwa and the others, but they didn't burst out.

On the top of the trees on the moon, the world is silent, and snoring sounds enter the night.

Chen Sanwa and the others touched Qian Dachuan's bed, with their belts wrapped around their necks.

The night rushed around like a tide, and Qian Dachuan lay peacefully on the bed.

A dead person can't hide it.

The old man sent someone to check.

The people who come here are not good things, they eat and ask for cards, and they beat the workers at will.

The resentment accumulated for many years broke out at this moment.

Chen Sanwa gathered dozens of like-minded young people and launched an attack on the visitors.

All those who came were killed, and their bodies were hung on the flagpole of the workshop.

This incident could not be concealed, and the Confucian scholars gathered the prefect, the local guard soldiers, and the Tuan Lian Xiangyong, and set off towards the workshop in a mighty manner.

The raging flames turned half of the sky red, Chen Sanwa looked at the workshop caught in flames, and felt relieved for no reason.

"What should we do now? These people will definitely not let it go. The government and army are attacking, and we will definitely not survive."

A young man walked up behind Chen Sanwa with a look of panic.

Chen Sanwa already had a plan in mind.

The red flames reflected half of his face red.

He turned around, looked at the young man, and said: "Raise the Sun Zi banner, let's go to Jinling, why not join the army, follow Mr. Sun, follow Mr. Sun to the north."

"Will he accept us? We're just, just laborers!" The young man was full of worry.

"I believe in Master Sun, he will accept us!" Chen Sanwa looked in the direction of Jinling with a firm face.

He had never met Sun Jie before, and all the news about Sun Jie came from hearsay.

But for some reason, he always felt that Sun Jie would accept him, and accept these low-born laborers.

In the dark night, Chen Sanwa came to Qi Gouzi's grave.

"Dog, don't worry, I will find Mr. Sun.

When the time comes, I will take you to see the world! "

Talked a lot.

He dug a few handfuls of soil from the grave, wrapped it in rags, and put it in his arms.

It was still daylight, and a big flag with the word "Sun" was erected on a tall flagpole.

The word "Sun" is crooked and crooked, without any aesthetic feeling at all.

Under the flag, ragged laborers gathered.

Or skinny, or ribbed, or decadent and skinny.

Like one wooden pole after another, they set off towards Jinling.

But there is hope in the eyes.

The team is sparse, just a temporary gathering of labor servants, how can there be discipline at all?

How could those gentry and landlord officials let them go?

A group of soldiers and horses stood in front of them.

Without extra words or any sympathy, they rushed towards the workers.

The gap between the two is too great, and the casualties are heavy.

Even so, laborers have not given up hope.

I always think in my heart that as long as I go to Jinling, I will have a good life.

If you follow Master Sun, you will have a good life.

With such a belief in their hearts, they exploded with great strength.

It's just that the gap is too big.

The corpse was lying on the official road.

Blood flowed into the nearby fields.

Chen Sanwa held a sharpened wooden stick in her left hand, and supported the flagpole with her right hand to prevent it from falling over.

Glaring at the officers and soldiers ahead, he cursed: "Kill me if you can!"

"Hehe, a group of laborers, a group of slaves, still want to rebel like others? They are still flying the Sun Ziqi, that trash Sun Jie can't protect himself, how can he control you mud legs? What a joke!"

The officer and general laughed and led the soldiers towards Chen Sanwa.

Chen Sanwa tightly held the knife in her hand, without any fear.

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was the sound of horseshoes, sharp and clanging.

The charging officers and soldiers stopped and looked behind.

I saw a black iron team rushing from afar.

The tall stature is like a heavenly soldier descending from the earth.

The officers and soldiers did not dare to delay, and hurriedly turned around to meet the enemy.

After a face-to-face meeting, the officers and soldiers lost their helmets and armor, and almost collapsed.

Chen Sanwa looked at the tall warrior walking towards her, feeling a little uneasy.

"Dare to ask the general, but Mr. Sun's subordinates?!" Chen Sanwa asked tremblingly.

The general looked at Chen Sanwa, nodded, and inserted the blood-stained waist knife back into the scabbard.

"Master Sun's Personal Guard Camp No. 17 Hundred households, Sun Shang!"

"Dare to ask, is it true that Mr. Sun abolished lowly status? Can these servants like me really become free citizens?!"

Chen Sanwa looked eager.

Sun Shang shouted: "My lord ordered that all the living people under the rule, regardless of rank or grade, abolish the lowly household registrations such as musicians, craftsmen, and Jiaofangsi, and turn them all into free citizens.

Prohibition of forced prostitution, human trafficking, illegal work.

Under the rule of my lord, everything can be done except illegal things.There are no restrictions on careers in business, literature, military, or even government, and future generations can also choose industries at will. "

Chen Sanwa raised her head to the sky and screamed, tears streaming from her eyes.

In the world, there really is such a saint!
In the distance, another army rushed in, and there were still a large number of regiments practicing Xiangyong, and even small artillery could be seen.

Sun Shang looked at the officers and soldiers in front of him, and said to Chen Sanwa and the others: "You stay away first, and wait until I kill them!"

The bloody waist knife was drawn out again, and the horse's hoof was raised.

(End of this chapter)