The wind rises at the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 92 Complaints
"I know very well that you are all helpless thieves."

On the school field, Chen Wang could see everyone's expressions in his eyes.

Chen Wang did not ask the recruiting officer to force the recruitment, but set the conditions for each battalion to recruit only voluntary recruits.

"Your family members, I will send people to the resettlement camp in Sanshui City to find them."

A twisted melon is not sweet, and resentment will inevitably arise in the hearts of the soldiers who are forced to recruit.

This resentment should not appear in the new army, and no one knows when this resentment will erupt.

As for the conditions Chen Wang offered, the most basic one was a monthly payment of one or two ounces.

As long as you are selected, the first month's salary will be directly sent to you by the recruiter.

After March, the money will be calculated according to the level of the school. If ordinary soldiers reach the highest level, they can get two and a half silver in a month.

The second is that if there are family members in the old and weak camp of Chuangjun, people will be sent to find the separated family members.

If they are still alive, they can be given grain and rice to ensure their basic safety.

On the school field, the eyes of many people are no longer just numb, but a little more energetic.

Many of them were already disheartened.

But the recruiters who walked into the camp gave them hope.

Although many people don't believe in the second condition in their hearts.

But for them, this is the last hope and the only hope.

Chen Wang knew the psychology of these people very well, but he didn't write a bad check.

He registered everyone's name, including household registration, place of residence, and a few people who were clearly remembered.

Chen Wang specifically asked Zuo Liangyu about the current situation in Sanshui.

Binzhou has sent officials to manage the old and weak who are now stranded in Sanshui.

There are only [-] to [-] old and weak outside Sanshui City, and it will not take long to complete the resettlement and division of nationality.

At that time, you only need to follow the household registration index and search door by door to find the person.

Of course, the premise of all this is that the information is indeed correct.

When the transfer order is issued, Sanshui will inevitably pass by when heading to Ningzhou.

There will be free time at that time, so that these recruits and their families can reunite for a few days in a short time.

One is the heart of accepting the army.

The second is Lixin in the army.

Take it easy.

The credit of the imperial court is almost used in Shaanxi.

"I am very aware of the Shaanxi matter. Liaodong has also suffered from disasters, and there have been years of famines."

"Famines continue, but taxes and corvees continue."

"I, Chen Wang, am just a warrior."

"I can't do anything in Liaodong, and I can't do anything in Shaanxi either. I really can't do anything."

Chen Wang raised his voice a little, clenched his fists, and knocked heavily on the podium in front of him.

The huge shocking sound came to the ears of everyone through the loudspeaker, and everyone's attention was affirmed.

"I can't do anything!"

Chen Wang raised his voice and repeated the four words of powerlessness that he said before.

These four words are not difficult to understand.

"We are all the same. When faced with natural disasters and man-made disasters, there is nothing we can do."

Chen Wang didn't talk about you anymore, but instead used "we" as a pronoun, and put himself in the concept of collective.

On the school field, the numb faces of many soldiers were a little touched.

Shaanxi has experienced severe droughts year after year, but the people in Shaanxi have no food to relieve the disaster, and what they are waiting for is additional documents one after another.

In the first year of Chongzhen, Shaanxi was hungry, Yan and Gongmin gathered together as bandits, there was no rain for a year, and the grass and trees were scorched.

In the second year of Chongzhen, there was a severe drought in northern Shaanxi. In Yan'an prefecture and county, people were hungry and killed each other, and people ate each other.

In the third year of Chongzhen, there was another severe drought in northern Shaanxi. Mizhi had no harvest in summer and autumn, Qin was droughty every year, and Qingjian was hungry, even year after year.

The famine continues and spreads, and relief is delayed.

A large number of civilians and soldiers can only leave their homes and rebel against thieves.

The interior of Shaanxi has been peaceful for a long time, but suddenly there is a shortage of soldiers, people have no firm will, and chaos arises from divisions.

The person who ignited the first fire was not a hero, he was just an ordinary person.

His name is also very common, his name is - Wang Er.

The civil uprising initiated by Wang Er in Baishui was like a spark falling into the dry grass, igniting the dry grass in an instant.

The fire turned into a prairie fire in a blink of an eye, and swept across the entire Shaanxi Province overnight.

"Everyone present here has their own experience and has experienced different sufferings."

"Wives and children are separated, and those whose families are broken up are difficult to count."

Chen Wang raised his right hand, clenched into a fist, and said loudly.

"Many people say that fate is determined by the sky, there is nothing you can do, it's fate!"

"But I never believed that statement!"

Chen Wang stopped speaking, and his gaze slowly swept across the soldiers on the school field.

"The most painful thing in the world is powerlessness."

"I watched everything happen, but I was helpless, there was nothing I could do..."

There was pain in the eyes of many people on the school field.

Chen Wang's words were like sharp knives, piercing the deepest scars in their hearts and uncovering their painful memories.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters continued, officials were corrupt, and gentry were powerful and overbearing.

Facing the loess and back facing the sky, even in the scorching sun, you have to work in the fields.

Even if the skin is torn apart by the scorching sun, there is no slightest negligence.

Day after day, year after year, I dare not neglect for a moment.

The hemp rope is cut at the delicate point, and bad luck finds the poor.

They didn't wait for the days to get better, but what they waited for was the tide of rogues.

The meager results of years of hard work were burned, and even life was difficult to save.

There are more than three hundred days in a year, and I dare not rest for a day.

After finally collecting the grain, if you want to pay taxes, you have to find a grain merchant to convert it into silver before paying the tax.

Those grains were bought by merchants with "repute scales", which were much larger than the official scales. The grain that was originally one stone became seven buckets at the lowest after being weighed.

Grain merchants earn one stone of grain at the price of seven buckets.

And when buying rice, the grain merchants sold rice with "exit scale", which was supposed to buy a stone of grain, but they could only buy seven or eight buckets.

Corvettes and taxes are like mountains on their shoulders.

"I, Chen Wang, have walked all the way to the present, and I only understand one truth, a very simple and simple truth."

Chen Wang clenched his fist and hammered down, and knocked on the podium in front of him again.

The dull knocking sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting the chests of all the soldiers on the school grounds.

"Anything, anything, and everything in this world comes from 'fighting', there is no 'waiting'."

"If you don't fight, if you don't fight, if you just wait."

"Then in the future, there will still be countless powerless moments waiting ahead."

"Before, you had no choice."

Chen Wang lowered his voice and said in a deep voice.

"But now everything has changed."

"You are no longer farmers, you are no longer long-term laborers, you are now battalion soldiers."

"What you hold in your hands are no longer hoes and farm tools, but spears and swords in your hands."

"No one can bully you at will anymore, every comrade-in-arms on the school field is your backing, including me!"

Chen Wang looked around at the crowd on the school field, and said solemnly.

"I will not overlook all the credit you have done."

"I will never be just a guerrilla, and likewise, you will never be just an ordinary soldier."

"In the future, you can also become the captain, the banner chief, the hundred chiefs, the generals, the thousand chiefs, and even become the guerrilla leader like me!"

……

Watching the sun gradually set to the west, Chen Wang's heart also gradually sank, and slowly returned to calm.

What he said during the day was just an introduction, and Chen Wang knew very well the effect of preaching during the day.

It is undoubtedly extremely difficult to change or reverse people's concepts with just a few words.

In fact, everything he said was just to arouse the fighting spirit in the hearts of those recruits and plant a seed in the hearts of everyone.

What can really change his mind is the next meeting.

In this era, many people don't care about the country, the nation, and righteousness.

Because it is very difficult for them to even survive, and they know the honor and disgrace when they report the truth, and they know the etiquette when they have enough food and clothing.

The country, nation, and righteousness are too far away and too illusory.

A happy life is mostly the same, but an unhappy life has its own misery.

The same experience, but different sufferings can move people's hearts the most, making them empathize with each other and making them share the same hatred.

Most of these recruits are Sanshui and Zhenning, as well as villagers around Ningzhou who were kidnapped by bandits.

They are basically farmers and workers, and they are at the lowest level in the feudal society, and they have always been the targets of exploitation and oppression.

In a normal year, you can barely get by, and in a famine year or a disaster year.

If there is no food to eat, you have to borrow from the landlord, borrow a bucket in spring, and return a bucket and three liters in autumn.

If you can't pay the debt, you can only continue to owe it. To put it bluntly, it is a usury.

Many people are forced to have nowhere to go, so they can only sell their children and daughters and beg for other places.

On weekdays, many of them have already been bullied.

And when the rogues arrived, they were forcibly dragged into the camp.

They were compiled as hungry soldiers, and they were the first to fight, and they were used as cannon fodder, and they were precarious.

In the camp, the lights gradually lit up.

The darkness of night can be scary, but it can also make you more emotional.

Chen Wang stood on the watchtower, overlooking the camp.

700 people, a total of six divisions of soldiers, are all in their respective garrisons.

Chen Wang sent a total of six people to preach, and they went down to each division.

There are not many people around him who can use him now.

But six people are more than enough to do this.

All they need to do is to guide and guide the soldiers below to tell their respective sufferings.

The vast majority of ordinary farmers have more or less been bullied and insulted by landlords and bullies, and have been involved in waves of bandits. The war caused them to lose everything.

At first, there were only a few voices in the camp from not far away.

Then, as time passed, more and more loud voices sounded.

From the observation deck, Chen Wang could clearly see that many recruits in the camp had already started to get excited.

Crying was mixed with the original noise.

Chen Wang didn't panic, but all the guards beside him were extremely nervous, and they all held knives in their hands.

In their view, this is the precursor of camp roar.

Chen Wang just raised his hand and stopped the actions of the guards around him, all of this was expected.

This is not a sign of Ying Xiao, Chen Wang is very clear.

And even if it really is a camp roar, there won't be any big commotion.

In the barracks here, even a larger stone could not be found, and these recruits could not touch any weapons.

At the same time, the crying in the camp was getting louder, covering up all other sounds.

　There are some things that I can't grasp, and I keep deleting, deleting, and subtracting. It's really a headache, so I just took it all in one stroke.

　　Regarding complaints, you can find out by yourself.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)