After Ming Dynasty

Chapter 32

No matter how much pressure there is, you can't just starve An An.

Fight!

The next rebel team was like crazy, from top to bottom, no one could be idle, even Zhu Lao was dragged out by my mother to help cook the porridge.

Mr. Pang Qing and the others appeared on the road to the east of Zhangqiu... At first glance, they were all refugees, and the number was much larger than the previous few days.

If all of this went to Gaoyuan, Xie Qian would probably collapse immediately.

Really vicious!
Thanks to Mr. Zhu's wisdom, he was able to come up with a solution.

"Folks, don't run away, there is going to be a war over there, aren't you going to die?"

Mr. Pang and his subordinates came up to him and kept persuading him.

But they soon discovered that this trick was useless.

The refugee still ran towards Gaoyuan wholeheartedly, making old man Pang so anxious that his forehead was sweating.

At this moment, his nephew Xu Zhiyuan hurried to the old man's side, panting, "Uncle, look, are there some strong men among the crowd?"

Mr. Pang narrowed his eyes, "Indeed, these people have problems?"

Xu Zhiyuan nodded, "I leaned over to listen. They were all saying that they had to go to Gao Yuan to live. Xie Tou led many generals, and the court was afraid."

Mr. Pang suddenly understood that these people deliberately brought the refugees there.

After figuring it out, Pang Qing had an idea. He immediately called dozens of refugee rebels. Although they were still in tatters, they were no different from these refugees.

But after a short period of training, he was much better than ordinary people.

Following Pang Qing's wishes, he rushed forward immediately, and pulled out several big men from the crowd. They looked good, had no luggage on them, and had no family members. They did not look like refugees fleeing for refuge.

"Tear off their clothes."

Following the order of old man Pang, the big guy tore off the coats of several people, revealing the clean clothes inside, silver ingots, daggers... Several guys struggled to run, how could the rebels let them go.

Hold them down, hold the weapon against their necks, and let them say, who the hell are they?

One of them couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only plead: "Hero, spare your life, we don't know what's going on, but someone asked us to take the big guy to Gaoyuan."

"Who gave it? Where did the money come from?"

This guy's face turned green, "Yes, it's the higher-ups, we are working for the court, don't kill us."

Finally asked the truth, it really is the Qing court!
"Folks, listen to the old man, don't go to Gaoyuan, there is going to be a war over there, if you go there, you won't be able to live."

Old Man Pang said again: "We are from Shandong Capital Division, bigger than Commander Xie... Come with us, we have arranged a way for the big guy..."

These people were confused and could not make up their minds. With a wave of his hand, Mr. Pang asked his nephew to lead the troops up... Don't talk nonsense, take them away as soon as possible.

In this way, half pushing, half shoving, led the refugees, gave up going north to Gaoyuan, and went south instead.

After walking out for a while, everyone was out of breath, exhausted, staring at their eyes, and many of them could not walk.

At this moment, a group of wheelbarrows appeared from the road. At the head was a middle-aged woman wearing an apron and holding a ladle in her hand. The wooden bucket on the cart was full of steaming porridge.

"Folks, don't take pictures. We belong to the Shandong Capital Division, and we are a rebel army. We are here to bring food to the big guys."

I have to admit that some things are much more convenient for women to do.

With a smile on her face, the old woman served porridge to the refugees one by one, and talked to the big guys. Both the old and the children were grateful. After running for so long, I finally met a good person.

The refugees instantly became less nervous. Although they didn't know what this Shandong capital was, it couldn't be worse, right?

Anyway, it's a narrow escape, and it doesn't matter where you go. I just hope that God will open his eyes and gods and Buddhas will bless him.

They began to go in the direction of Zichuan.

With the first batch, there will be the second batch... This is a competition for grabbing people.

The goal of the Qing army is still Xie Qian, and it is impossible to invade Zichuan with the main force. If it is just a partial division, Tan Qiye can handle it with [-] rebels.

Although the risk is not small, it is better than allowing the refugees to overwhelm Gao Yuan and allowing the Qing army to wipe out Xie Qian.

At that time, there will be no one to shelter from the wind and rain in front.

Zhu Yiyuan was in town in Zichuan County, and when the refugees arrived here, they were immediately arranged in groups.

"Listen to me, Zichuan County is too close to the official road, and it is easy for the Qing army to kill it. If you want to avoid the war, you have to go south and enter the Yimeng Mountains. With the protection of the mountains, everyone will be safe. We We will escort the big guys, folks, please trust us and listen to our dispatch."

That’s what Zhu Yiyuan said, and that’s what he did. He organized the refugees into groups of two to 300 people, protected by the rebel army, supported the old and the young, left Zichuan County, and headed towards Qingshiji.

These refugees, old and young, are generally weak, and it is not easy for them to walk.

Zhu Yiyuan could only encourage him patiently. At this moment, an old man suddenly let go of his hand, the crutch fell to the ground, and he fell limply.

This is very common in the refugee ranks. It can be said that almost every moment, someone dies, and the bones of the refugees are exposed in the wild.

All kinds of tragedies, such as changing children to eat, all happened on the way to escape.

Just when everyone thought that the old man was bound to die, a young man supported him and carried him on his back.

"Let's go, Qingshiji is not far away, and I can rest there for a while."

The old man's voice was weak, "Thank you, thank you little brother, what's your name, you are really kind, Bodhisattva bless you."

Zhu Yiyuan just smiled, "Okay, let's move forward."

The old man didn't know Zhu Yiyuan, but the soldiers of the rebel army were shocked when they saw it.

Mr. Zhu's disciple soldiers are not empty talk, they talk to themselves, they have actual actions.Under the leadership of Zhu Yiyuan, the soldiers of the rebel army helped the old and the young, and helped push the carts and carry the luggage.

At dusk, they finally arrived at Qingshiji.

Zhang Lin came from a long way away, and he was startled when he saw Zhu Yiyuan carrying an old man on his back.

"Young Master Zhu, how can you work so hard, give it to me quickly!"

Zhu Yiyuan smiled, "Mr. Zhang, I'm young and strong, and it's not unusual for me to carry someone on my back."

Zhang Lin said bitterly: "Then we can't break the rules, you are our leader!"

The old man on his back heard these words, he was very frightened, and said in surprise: "My queen, my younger brother... who are you?"

Zhu Yiyuan smiled and said: "It's the young man you always talk about. I will carry you to the front house to rest, and someone will show you your body later."

The old man is not easy to object, but he also feels that something is wrong. The young man who carries himself all the way is not ordinary!
After Zhu Yiyuan settled down the old man and left, someone came in to check the old man's body.The old man hurriedly asked, "Then, who is that junior?"

The village doctor who examined him smiled and said, "Your old man is very lucky. He is the head of our family, the clan of the Ming Dynasty. Now Shandong Dusi is the one who has the final say."

"what!"

The old man was dumbfounded, "With such a noble status, how can he carry me, a dying person?"

After sighing with emotion, the old man couldn't help stretching out two thumbs and praised: "You are really teachers of benevolence and righteousness, you are amazing!"

……

Zhu Yiyuan was busy transporting refugees, at this moment, someone came running out of breath.

"Young Master Zhu, the General Banner of Luo Yi ambushed a group of servants of the Kong family, killed dozens of them, and captured dozens of others. Liu Baobai, please order to decide."

Zhu Yiyuan was taken aback, "The Kong family? Didn't they just climb over the original mountain, and at this time they are at most in Laiwu, how did they meet the Kong family?"

The rebel who delivered the letter grinned bitterly and said, "Young Master Zhu, Laiwu also has their fields."

Zhu Yiyuan took a deep breath. He originally thought that he would go south quietly and not rush into a conflict, but he didn't expect that the conflict would come sooner than he thought.

If you don't hit it, you're done. If you hit it, you will hit Kong's family.

Offended the biggest local snake.

There was no other way, Zhu Yiyuan had no choice but to call Zhang Lin, "Mr. Zhang can only be responsible for transporting refugees. I'm going to deal with it."

Zhang Lin was slightly taken aback, there was no doubt that this was Zhu Yiyuan's trust in him.Thinking of the scene where Zhu Yiyuan was carrying the old man on his back just now, Zhang Lin took a deep breath, maybe this is the benevolent emperor he wants to assist!
"My lord, please rest assured, my subordinates will fulfill their mission!"

(End of this chapter)