Women Wearing Men: The Growth Path of the Bastards of the Aristocratic Family

Chapter 106 Heart Floating
On the outskirts of Hangzhou Fucheng, the refugees are building irrigation canals connecting the fields under the leadership of local officials.

The sunshine in March is soft and comfortable, neither harsh nor glaring. It is warm and warm on the body, making people squint their eyes and want to sleep comfortably.But for these refugees who were so tired and sweating, and were under the strict supervision of officers and soldiers, they dared not rest at will, the midday sun was really not an enjoyment.

The bright sun evaporated the sweat of the refugees repeatedly, accumulating a thin layer of sweat stains on the skin, giving people a damp and sticky feeling.The soil under my feet is sticky and dense, and it is easy to stick to the hoe, and I can't even shake it off, making digging extremely strenuous.

The work in their hands is not easy to do, and the scolding from the officers and soldiers in their ears is like urging them to die. The refugees are oppressed at both ends, and they have long been dissatisfied in their hearts, and even the movement of waving their hoes has a faint anger.

From the corner of the eye, he saw that the officers and soldiers behind him had gone away. A refugee couldn't bear it anymore, and lowered his voice and said angrily: "Hurry, hurry, what's there to ask, why don't people rest for a while! Even prisoners can relax At that time, it was completely using us like animals!"

As soon as these words came out, the emotions of the surrounding people were immediately aroused, and they responded one after another:

"In my hometown, doing such heavy work was paid [-] yuan a day, but they only paid us [-] yuan, which is less than half! These officials are really shady."

"Not only is the salary low, but the food is also poor. Every day there is rice, and there is not even a steamed bun. I really can't get used to it!"

"I think they are just bullying us outsiders. Let's talk about this aqueduct. We have been repairing it for seven or eight days from one end to this end, and they still think it is not enough. You must know that in our Shunde Prefecture, such a wide aqueduct can Irrigate dozens of acres of land, and there are not many fields here, so how can we need so many canals!"

Everyone complained one word at a time, and the dissatisfaction was like a ignited haystack, which burned in an instant, and the voice became louder unconsciously.

At this time, there were several rapid gongs in the distance, and an officer and soldier shouted at the top of his voice: "Let's serve the food! Come and eat!"

Everyone was already so hungry that their chests were pressed against their stomachs, and when they heard that it was time for lunch, they threw down their hoes and ran to get their lunch without caring about continuing the conversation.

"Well, all right, next one."

The officers and soldiers scooped a large spoonful of Baishengsheng rice from the bucket into the bowl of the refugee in front of him, poured a spoonful of pickles on it, and then lifted their chins slightly to signal him that he could leave.

The refugee shook the bowl in his hand, showing no intention of leaving, and said, "Give me some more?"

The officers and soldiers frowned, and raised their heads to reprimand them, when they saw that the refugee was a burly man, a head taller than him, with a shallow scar on his face, which was not easy to provoke.

Thinking that a big body would also eat a lot, the officers and soldiers impatiently added half a spoonful of rice to him, and pressed the bowl firmly: "Is this going to work?"

Seeing this, the strong man raised his eyebrows, said nothing, and left with the bowl.

After the strong man left, it was a thin refugee's turn. Seeing that there was only half of the rice in his bowl, he looked embarrassed: "Master Jun, this is too little, I can't eat enough."

As soon as they left, one came after another. The patience of the officers and soldiers was exhausted. They slammed the spoons into the bucket heavily, and scolded: "You ate them all, what should others do? Everyone has just this, there are not many!"

The refugee flinched from being scolded by him, and didn't want to give up. He tried his best to put on a flattering smile, and tentatively said, "But that one just now..."

"What happened to that one just now? Look at how big he is, and then look at yourself, how much can you eat with thin arms and legs? You can't work better than him, but you have a big appetite."

The officers and soldiers were already a little impatient. Seeing the thin and small refugees in front of them now, they were cowardly and meek.

If it was usual, if you didn't ask for too much food, you wouldn't get it. If you endured this tone, the refugees would not dare to argue with these domineering officers and soldiers.But in recent days, they have become more and more dissatisfied with the status quo. They were already suffocating their anger, and now they are treated differently even for cooking, and they are unwilling to continue to accept it.

Before the skinny refugee answered, several fellow villagers behind him yelled at the officers and soldiers: "Hey, hey, what are you talking about! Brother Shuigen is not tall, but he is a good hand at work. You have never been half a point behind others, how can you look down on others!"

The faces of the officers and soldiers changed, and they pointed at the refugees and said angrily, "Why are you making a fuss? You want to rebel! Our Hangzhou government provides food and clothing for you, but a group of ancestors came out!"

The refugees were not to be outdone: "It sounds like you are so noble, who can eat enough with this clear soup and little water? Just now the man asked you to scoop up more and you just scooped it up, but our Brother Shuigen asked you to scoop up more but you yelled at him , Obviously everyone is doing the same job, but the appetite is different, you are looking down on people with dog eyes!"

"Who are you calling a dog!" The officers and soldiers were enraged immediately, and kicked the refugee standing at the front to the ground.

Beiyuzi is a derogatory term for northerners, similar to Nanmanzi, both of which carry a serious insult.It was just a small conflict between the officers and soldiers and individual refugees, but when the word "Beikuzi" was uttered, all the northern refugees present froze, and the momentum around them suddenly sank, and they surrounded the officers and soldiers with unfriendly expressions.

"What did you call us just now, try calling us again?"

The northerners are generally taller than the southerners. Most of these refugees are young and middle-aged, with a strong figure and an imposing manner. A group of black people surround the officers and soldiers. It's frightening to watch.

The officers and soldiers swallowed their saliva, their voices involuntarily lowered, and they forced their faces to ask: "You, what do you want to do? Rebellion!"

"What do you think we want to do? Didn't you yell fiercely just now? Why don't you yell now? This kick is for you!" The refugee who was kicked down by him just now had someone to support him, and immediately crawled off the ground When he got up, he was kicked in the stomach, and the officer and soldier cried out in pain, clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground.

The refugees were still puzzled, and spat angrily on the ground: "The wages are low and the food is poor, and you beat and scold me every now and then, even the animals don't behave like this! Isn't it just looking down on us outsiders? Isn't it just looking at us?" Is it true that we are helpless? Tell you, we are not easy to bully!"

"You look down on us, we are not rare! Whoever likes to treat this poor place, I quit!"

"Yes! Quit it! The weather here is damp and humid, and I can't get used to it anyway!"

"At worst, go back and eat bark and grass roots, whoever is afraid of whom!"

After being angry for many days, it is rare for the refugees to be so carefree. At this moment, a surge of anger and blood rushed to their foreheads, and they could not talk more than their brains, and they all expressed their intention to let go.

At this time, a clear voice came from behind everyone: "Who quit?"

The refugees looked back, and when they saw the person coming, they all closed their mouths in unison, and silently made way for him.

Gu Yunji folded his hands behind his back, his eyes swept across the crowd, and his voice could not be heard with joy or anger: "Who said just now that you don't do it?"

(End of this chapter)