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Chapter 865: That year, I carried cannons for Xuange Camp ([-])

(I’ve changed it several times, but I’m still not satisfied with it, so let’s just make do with it)

After unanimously discussing the matter of 'blowing the whistle' to call people, Hu Biao directly released some pens, inks, paper and inkstones that were bought during this mission from the space ring.

After asking the imperial concubine to grind the ink, the God of Wealth spread out the paper.

The war elephant massages the shoulders, forget it, just forget it, it's easy to die quickly.

In short, using the skills I learned from the book "Basic Calligraphy Mastery" and the beautiful hand calligraphy, I started to write a notice quickly and smoothly.

After reading it briefly and finding nothing wrong with it, I quickly transcribed seven or eight copies.

In the end, these unfinished notices were quickly posted in many different conspicuous places inside and outside Yangcheng by the singer, Yu Hanfeng, Huang Fatty and other fast-legged members.

After these were posted, they immediately attracted onlookers. However, the officials of the Yangcheng government acted as if they had not seen it and allowed the people of Yangcheng to watch.

Soon after, the relevant content on the notice spread throughout Yangcheng.

And as time went by, it spread at an alarming speed to Foshan, Huaxian, Zengcheng, Guancheng and other places, and even some further areas.

This led to a huge trend in the following time.

As for the specific situation?Let us put our perspective decades later and get a glimpse of the situation from the memories of a certain participant at that time...

Time: One summer night 70 years later.

Location: In the countryside of Shunde area, in a village called Huangjiacun.

Because the current season is the hottest dog days of the year, so even if there is no scorching sun at night, people are still very hot.

Even holding a big winter melon doesn't feel much cooler.

Therefore, the old and young men in Huangjia Village took cattail fans, benches and bamboo chairs to enjoy the shade under a big banyan tree at the head of the village.

After a brief chat between the parents, someone suddenly shouted:

"Seventh Grand Duke, let me tell you the story of how you helped Xuan Ge camp carry cannons and fight against the Yin people and ghosts together~"

The sound just fell, and immediately a large number of echoes sounded in the surrounding area; many of the street boys who were running around started cheering:
"Listen to the story. Listen to the story of the Seventh Taizu about carrying a cannon and beating ghosts~"

Suddenly, the atmosphere on the scene became heated.

After hearing this, an old man with gray hair and only one arm laughed and cursed: "It's all about old sesame seeds and rotten millet.

Over the years, I don’t know how many times I have said that I have nothing to say. "

But even though he said that, when some pictures came to his mind, the expression on his face suddenly became indescribably bright under the moonlight.

The reason is simple. It was the most memorable event in Huang Ashan's life.

So in the following time, Huang Ashan, who was already the ancestor of Taizu, looked up at the full moon in the sky, and his voice began to sound slowly.

Because even after many years, Huang Ashan still remembers the details very clearly.

In his narration, the words were quite trivial and nagging; however, these trivial and nagging words also made everything he experienced back then sound a bit immersive to everyone.

Suddenly, the originally noisy big banyan tree suddenly became quiet; with only the faint croaking of frogs and crickets remaining, an old voice spoke slowly with strong emotion:

It was a summer that was much hotter than this year.

I remember the date very clearly. It was April 6th, just after Mangzhong. If I use the calculations of the ghost guys, it should be June 7th.

When the rooster crows for the third time and the sky becomes slightly brighter, I wake up after only sleeping for an hour or two.

No idea (no way)!Through the latest news from people who fled from the provincial capital, I learned about some ghosts called Yin people.

They parked many large ships on the provincial river, and the cannons on them were firing continuously yesterday.

Those ghost cannons fired far and exploded after landing, destroying many places in the provincial capital and killing countless people.

There are still many small road boys inside, and their deaths are miserable.

Ordinarily, no matter how powerful the big ship of the sinister ghost man is, it cannot reach our Huangjiacun; among the people killed in the bombing, there is not a single relative of our Huangjiacun.

But I don’t know why, I’ve been feeling so depressed.

I only learned this after going through many things. This is called the love between compatriots whose blood is thicker than water, and it stems from the "anger of a descendant of the flower-growing nation."

At that time, I didn't know this.

But I felt in my heart that it shouldn't be like this anyway, and I couldn't sleep well all night.

We had just passed the Ear Grain Festival, which was the time of drought. When I got up, I drank a large spoonful of cold water. After filling my stomach, I planned to go out to the fields.

At this moment, the Fifth Grand Ancestor, who you people should have never seen before, my cousin Buck Teeth Qiang, mysteriously opened the door and walked in.

He opened his mouth and asked: "Baby, do you want to make money, eat meat, or marry a wife?"

The older people in the village all know that my parents died early, and my family only had two acres of thin farmland. I was worried about eating one meal and worrying about the next. Of course, I wanted to make money and then eat meat.

I was already in my twenties at that time, and of course I wanted to marry a wife even more.

Say it!When Huang Ashan said this, some young people in the village who were old enough to be called "wife boys" immediately burst into laughter.

But Huang Ashan kept talking amidst such roars of laughter.

After I told Bao Yaqiang that these things were very agreeable, he told me: "Hu Biao and Chief Hu from Xuan Ge Camp said that he would fight against the Yin Ren Gui Lao Que with big guns.

In places such as Humen, Shajiao, Dayongjiao, and Yangcheng, there are many cannons that the Daqing officers and soldiers have thrown away and that the Yin people despise.

As long as these cannons are carried over to Lianhua Mountain in Panyu and to the edge of Shiziyang a little further away, they will give them money, a lot of money.

Specifically, how much will be given, and how much will be given when pressing the gun.

They don't want small cannons. Starting with the 100-jin cannon, they will give 300 taels of silver as long as they are carried to the place; the 700-jin cannon will be given [-] taels, and the [-]-jin cannon will be given [-] taels.

For cannons weighing more than 500 kilograms, at least [-] taels will be given.

The money brought over such as forts and gunpowder is not counted separately. Anyway, Xuange Camp will not let everyone suffer.

This matter does not count as following them in rebellion. It is just like a landlord hiring people to work. Getting paid for work is a matter of course.

I dare not think about carrying a cannon weighing more than [-] kilograms over such a long distance.

But I just borrowed the ox cart from the Second Grand Duke’s family, and also called Slug and the others; they are all powerful men among our uncles and nephews in Huangjia Village.

Including you, there are 18 people, and a cannon weighing two thousand kilograms should be able to carry it.

In a word, are you going to go, you loser?If you don't go, I will find someone else. After excluding the money for borrowing the second grandpa's ox cart, we will share the remaining money equally. "

You know, one tael of silver that year was much more valuable than it is now, and could buy one hundred or twenty kilograms of new rice.

I thought that after adding gunpowder and cannonballs, even if the money for oxcarts was eliminated, I would be able to get at least a dozen taels of silver, which would be enough for me to eat for a year.

Just like that, I couldn't wait to agree to Buck Teeth Qiang's invitation.

Then we, a total of eighteen uncles and nephews in Huangjiacun, drove an old cow and a broken cart, carrying some brown rice, pickles, ropes, rounded cypress poles and other tools, and headed towards the Dajiaotai fort opposite Humen.

When he said this, Huang Ashan probably thought of some things that happened next.

The narration in his mouth temporarily stopped, he lit the hookah at hand, and started smoking "Gudong, Gudong~".

During such a process, the expression of this white-haired old man was very strange. If some literary young people from the modern plane saw it, they would definitely describe it accurately:
Before the young man could wield a sword, he was already in the world...

******
The waiting time for all the descendants of Huangjia Village was not too long.

After smoking a pipe of hookah, Huang Ashan successfully adjusted his mood. The deep voice continued to sound in such a quiet night.

The journey from our Huangjia Village to Dajiao Fort is almost 90 miles.Even if we hurried slowly along the way, it was almost until dark when a group of us from Huangjiacun arrived at the Dajiao Fort.

After we got there, we discovered that there were already more than a dozen cases, and two or three hundred people had arrived before us. After asking about it casually, Buck Yaqiang found out that they were all here to carry cannons for Xuange Camp.

There are not only us Shunde people, but also Panyu guys from places like Panyu.

In the following time, people continued to arrive, and it was said that there were one or two groups of people who came from Xiangshan County, which was further away from here.

I don’t know how such news from Xuange Camp spread so quickly.

Thinking about the journey from Dajiao Fort to Lianhua Mountain, it is still hundreds of miles away. Even if the ox cart pulls the cannon and everyone pushes the cart, the speed will only be slower.

So everyone cooked a pot of rice, filled their stomachs with pickles, and went to bed early in the field.

The next day it was bright and clear again, so everyone went up to the Dajiao Fort.

Sure enough, as the legend said, there were some ownerless cannons and shells everywhere here, but no gunpowder was seen.

I heard that after the Yin Rengui Lao's army captured this place, they were anxious to attack Yangcheng and only took away a few better cannons and all the gunpowder.

I didn't like the rest, so I left them here for the time being.

After choosing a two-thousand-pound cannon, we tied it up with ropes and wooden poles, carried it all the way down the mountain, and loaded it on the oxcart.

They didn't even eat breakfast, and after taking thirty rounds of artillery shells, everyone started to set off.

The sun had just come out at that time, and it turned out that today was another sunny day.

There were already more than 20 people here to help carry the cannons, totaling 500 people. Everyone was shouting slogans as they carried the cannons down the mountain and loaded them into the truck. It was a lively scene.

After loading the cannon, the speed of the ox cart immediately slowed down.

Pushing the cart on the bumpy road along the way, even if everyone changes from time to time, is very tiring.

Fortunately, along the way, everyone thought that as long as they delivered the cannon to the place, they would be able to receive a large sum of money; and that they would have a good meal and a wife when they returned.

While talking and laughing, he was also very happy.

However, the more topic of discussion in everyone's mouth is that just by saying a word about the heroes of Xuange Camp, it is really a bit too majestic to have so many people helping to lift the cannon.

In this life, if you can be as majestic as them one day, then your life will not be in vain at all.

As for helping to carry the cannon, no one doubted whether this was a lie.

Just kidding!Hu Biao and Chief Hu from Xuange Camp were the reincarnations of the Golden-winged Dapeng. They were heroes who spit and nailed each other. How could they waste their hundreds of taels of silver?

In the end, a group of us from Huangjiacun arrived at the vicinity of Lianhua Mountain at least until midnight.

At that time, we were still thinking about where to find someone to hand over the cannon and collect money.

A tall man in his 30s with his hair pulled into a bun strode towards this side and glanced at the cannon on the bullock cart.

He yelled in a hoarse voice that sounded like he was talking too much:
Don't panic, I'm from Xuange camp, you can just call me a righteous person.

We will reach the place if we continue five miles ahead. Then after helping us transport the cannon to the mountain, someone will naturally give you money on the spot.

But before that, I have a few things to tell you.

First, all the folks have worked hard to bring such a heavy cannon all the way here.

Meals and hot water are prepared in front of you. You can enjoy them as you like without paying. You can fill your stomach and build up enough strength before carrying the cannon up the mountain.

Because there is no road at all on the mountain, everything can only rely on human power, but you must have enough strength.

Second, before all the preparations here are completed, the news must not be leaked to the Yin people. Otherwise, their big ship will leave the Pearl River and enter the sea, and we will not be able to catch up even if we want to.

So from here forward, be sure not to speak loudly.

The cow's mouth should also be muzzled to prevent it from barking loudly.

Once a large ship with other ghosts in the Pearl River passes by, there will naturally be sentries sent in advance to send messages; after seeing the signal, you need to extinguish the torches immediately and lie down on the ground to hide.

The above matters are of great importance. Can you please wait for me to hear them clearly? Can you understand them? "

After hearing the man named Shouzheng Taoist's explanation in Mandarin, our eighteen uncles and nephews from Huangjiacun immediately agreed and no longer dared to smile.

Because it’s only at this moment that we idiots understand something:
For the heroes of Xuange Camp, the matter of fighting ghost guys here is far from as simple as we initially discussed; their majesty is also achieved with their heads raised.

If someone is not careful, someone will die...

After being muzzled by the ox that was pulling the cart, Dahuang, everyone pushed the cart forward again. However, after thinking of the instructions of the upright Taoist priests, not only did they not dare to continue talking, they even stepped more lightly.

After walking two or three miles and turning a hill, we were immediately dumbfounded.

Because on a huge saline-alkali land, there are probably tens of thousands of people gathered here, which is much more than the people at the temple fair in the town. This is the first time I have seen so many people together.

Countless torches and fires were lit, illuminating everything brightly.

But with so many people gathered together, it was really quiet; the cattle and horses were muzzled and tied to one side, while tens of thousands of other people were either carrying artillery and moving up the mountain with difficulty.

Or just sit on the ground, eat, drink, and rest quietly, and some people fall asleep.

Beside them, there were cannons waiting to be carried up the mountain; there were cannons ranging from one thousand kilograms to five thousand kilograms, and the total number was probably more than 100.

And it is said that there are so many people raising cannons across the Lion Ocean, which is more than two miles wide.

It was time for everyone to take a break at noon and have eaten some rice and pickles. By this time, everyone was so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs. Naturally, they were ready to finish eating, take a rest, and then carry the cannon up the mountain.

It was also at this time that we discovered that there were dozens of cauldrons lined up on one side of the open space, and many people were helping to keep them alive.

Although there is only one dish, it is roasted pork with taro.

After waiting in line for a bowl of food, the fat cook said he could come again if it was not enough, as long as it was not wasted.

Half a bowl of rice was covered with half a bowl of taro-roasted pork, and a spoonful of thick sauce was added. It tasted so good that I almost swallowed it all on my tongue.

I heard that some Zhaoqing guys next to the cook said that the cook came from the provincial capital.

Anyway, this is the best taro roast pork I have ever eaten in my life.

But after eating three big bowls in one go, I put down my bowl and chopsticks. If I hadn't thought about carrying the cannon up the mountain later and couldn't eat too much, I could have eaten at least three more bowls.

After eating and drinking enough, I rested for about an hour.

The uncles and nephews in Huangjiacun also regained their strength, thinking that after carrying the cannon up the mountain as soon as possible, they could also find a place to sleep after collecting the money.

After carefully roping the cannon with ropes and wooden poles, everyone was ready to put it on their shoulders.

It was also at this time that I suddenly saw a red flag being waved vigorously back and forth on a hilltop on the right.

At the beginning, I didn't realize what was going on.

Right next to my ears, someone was shouting at the top of their lungs: "A Gui Lao's ship is passing by; hurry up, everyone put out the torches immediately, lie down on the ground, and don't speak."

At the same time, many people were rubbing torches on the ground to extinguish them.

Buckets of water were lifted and poured into the fire next to them. Suddenly, with a "sting" sound, the fire was extinguished.

It can be said that in the blink of an eye, this place, which was as bright as day, suddenly became completely dark.

It was also after Bare Tooth forced them to lie down on the ground, shut their mouths tightly, and did not dare to make a sound. The feeling in my heart that everything is not easy for the heroes of Xuange Camp became stronger.

At the same time, I also felt an inexplicable excitement, and my heart was beating hard.

Then, maybe I was too tired from the journey, so I lay down on my stomach and fell asleep; but even after I fell asleep, I didn't dare to make a sound from my mouth...

(End of this chapter)