After Ming Dynasty

Chapter 37 Young Master Zhu, We Fucked You
Are these three celebrities contacted by my uncle?

This is the young talent Ye Sanlang bragged about, his formidable nephew?

The first meeting was a bit unexpected, Zhu Yiyuan asked them to wait a while, and carried water first, ran to Grandma Han's house, and then came back to greet the three.

"The old man has no relatives at home, so he still needs to use two buckets of water sooner or later."

Zhu Yiyuan explained.

The youngest among the three suddenly smiled, "I heard that Brother Zhu commanded thousands of soldiers, so I really don't understand why he would help the people carry water regardless of their status."

Zhu Yiyuan smiled slightly, "If you don't do this, what can you do? The lives and deaths of thousands of people cannot be sloppy."

The young man frowned even more and said, "Since that's the case, why didn't Brother Zhu quickly recruit troops and buy horses to attack the city? Why did you stop here?"

Hearing this, Zhu Yiyuan couldn't help laughing, it was really a scholar's words, just talking on paper.

The young man was dissatisfied and asked, "Did I say something wrong?"

Zhu Yiyuan smiled and said, "Of course I'm not wrong, it's just that it's not suitable for the current situation."

The young man's face turned black, which is not wrong.

At this time, the oldest man said, "Old man Zhao Shizhe is well-known in Shandong. I am wholeheartedly fighting against the Qing Dynasty, and I will definitely not defect to the enemy. Please rest assured. We really don't understand it, so we hope you can give us some pointers." "

Ye Tinglan also smiled and said, "Nephew, Mr. Dongshan is a senior of our Shandong Shilin, with a good character and a great reputation. But uncle took a lot of effort to invite him."

Zhu Yiyuan nodded and said: "I have thousands of soldiers now, and there are hundreds of people here. But what can this little army do? Fighting against the Qing court, if you encounter a large army, I am afraid that the entire army will be wiped out. Even if it is The local tyrants are strong, and those who can fight well may not have a chance of winning. And even if they can win one or two, can they continue to win? As for recruiting troops, it also needs money and food."

"At this time in Dawen Village, 1000 immigrants have already migrated here, there are at least 500 people in Qingshiji, and there are more than [-] in Zichuan County. In order to resolve the poisonous plan of the Qing court and share the difficulties of Commander Xie , We have tried our best." Zhu Yiyuan smiled and said: "At this time, we don't want to get along with the people and get the support of the people, so what can we do?"

Zhao Shizhe frowned slightly, "That's not bad. The so-called winning the hearts of the people wins the world, but the hearts of the people are like water, and the people's movements are like smoke. I'm afraid it may not be possible for a while, right?"

Zhu Yiyuan was about to speak, when he heard footsteps suddenly, he turned his head and saw Grandma Han walking in with a plate, and there were two fist-sized steamed buns in the plate.

She stood at the door, not wanting to come in, but just gave Zhu Yiyuan the steamed buns.

Zhu Yiyuan hurriedly got up, and asked back: "You old man, keep it for yourself."

Grandma Han said with a smile: "Keep it, I steamed four, I ate one, gave one to the old man, and left these two. You are a young man, you have to eat better, don't always drink porridge, it won't work. "

Zhu Yiyuan could only nod his head and thank Grandma Han. He accepted the steamed buns and handed the empty plate to the old man.

Grandma Han seemed to be leaving, but she stopped and asked in a low voice, "Are you guys discussing food?"

Zhu Yiyuan was stunned for a moment, and said: "Indeed, we are trying to figure out a way."

Grandma Han sighed, "You say I'm an old widow, nothing else. There is only ten acres of land at home. The old man is gone, and I don't have the strength to harvest it. The wheat will be ripe in a few days, so you all go harvest it."

Zhu Yiyuan shook his head hurriedly, "You can't say that, the old man. The grain belongs to you. I will arrange soldiers to help collect the grain and ensure that every grain will be delivered to your home. I will also arrange people for farming next year."

Grandma Han nodded again and again, and sighed: "Good people, good soldiers! But what should you do? People are iron, food is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will feel hungry. Is there any way?"

Zhu Yiyuan paused, and then said: "There is a way. I mean, the autumn harvest is approaching, and the Kong family's land rent is too much. If the big guys can unite and stop the land rent, or just pay a little less, there will be more money." There is a way."

The old lady Han thought for a while, nodded and said: "Since I was a child, my great-grandfather and grandfather have paid the rent to the Kong family. After getting married, the dead old man has also paid the rent for the rest of his life. How much do we owe the Kong family? Even if there is A golden mountain should be paid off!"

Zhu Yiyuan sighed: "That's true, it's just that it's not an easy step for the big guy to take advantage of the power of the Kong family. You don't have to worry, old man, I will find a way."

Grandma Han nodded, then staggered back home with an empty plate.

She put the plates away, stood for a while, and after thinking about it, leaned on her crutches and walked outside again.

She went from house to house to visit villagers and folks.

"At my age, I can see who is good to us, and I know it well. Everyone should listen to Mr. Zhu, and only by listening to him can we live."

Every time the old lady talked about a family, she repeated similar words, and when she left, she was deeply blessed again.

When she walked out of No.20's house, her legs were already weak and she could only sit slumped at the door.But the old lady was still unwilling to give up. She was sitting here panting, preparing to regain her strength before going to the next house.

At this time, all the houses visited by the old lady, and those who were not visited, all came out, hundreds of people gathered together.

Grandma Han raised her head and looked at the folks.

"The big guys are here, and I won't talk about the big truth. The only thing is, whoever treats me sincerely, I will treat them sincerely. I beg the big guys!"

Speaking of which, the old lady was struggling to kneel down to the folks.

At this moment, Huang Ying, who was next to her, hurried over and helped Grandma Han.

"If you keep kneeling, all of us young people should die."

After finishing speaking, Huang Ying turned around, stared at all the villagers, and said loudly: "Now that things have come to an end, are you still greedy for life and afraid of death? After the officers and soldiers killed once, do we have to wait for the Kong family to kill again? We people, sooner or later Killed by others?"

At this time, among the villagers, a few stood up, "Huang Ying, you don't need to shout, we are just fools? To tell you the truth, we have already contacted the surrounding villages, and if we want to do it, we can do it together. Take this life!"

Huang Ying roared angrily: "Then what are you waiting for? Everyone is waiting at the Confucius Temple. I'll invite Mr. Zhu to come over."

……

It was still the Confucius Temple last time, a large bonfire was lit in the open space, and thousands of people gathered from all over the country.

Different from the last time, dozens of young and strong people led by Huang Ying and others stood up, surrounded Zhu Yiyuan, and came to the middle of the big guys.

Grandma Han, as well as many villagers, were sitting in the crowd, the firelight illuminated the faces of everyone, and everyone's eyes focused on Zhu Yiyuan.

"Young Master Zhu, just tell me, we will do whatever you want!"

The young adults yelled again and again, this time they decided to make their own decisions and not give those old people a chance.And those cautious old people also automatically retreated to the back. They were not absent, and they pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

"Folks, we have announced the policy of dividing the land at Qingshiji. It is the same here. The tiller has his land, and whoever plants this season's crops will belong to him. I will arrange people to come and help Let the big guys rush to harvest the crops, thresh them back to the warehouse as soon as possible, and get them into the hands of the big guys."

"There are not many soldiers in Laiwu County now, and after losing hundreds of people, they dare not move out. The servants of the Confucian Mansion will not be able to get through for a while. As for the Qing court, their army is all eyeing Gao Yuan. This is the best opportunity. Let's act now, each village selects young men to form a militia. The minions of the Confucian government, the gentry who surrendered to the Qing court, and the bullies and bandits will all be wiped out."

"From now on, Laiwu will be in our hands, and the folks make their own decisions!"

As soon as Zhu Yiyuan finished speaking, Huang Ying was the first to jump up, "Well said, let's do it!"

Someone took the lead, and soon the respondent gathered. Zhu Yiyuan's days of waiting were not in vain.

The villagers finally took action, and the big guys went back to the village separately to greet the people and form a militia... Zhu Yiyuan went straight to Grandma Han, and stretched out his hands to carry the frail old man on his back.

Mr. Zhu still remembered the old man, the villagers hesitated for a moment, then burst into warm cheers, surrounded Zhu Yiyuan, and walked towards the village.

The three of Zhao Shizhe, who had been watching this scene from a distance, showed expressions of horror.

"Wang Mang may not be able to do it!" The young man sighed first.

And Zhao Shizhe looked at it for a while, and suddenly said: "If it is true, it must be this person who will destroy the Qing and restore the Ming!"

(End of this chapter)