Traveler Major League

Chapter 235 Slogan: Never pay for food

In the early morning of April, the sun had just risen. Spring plowing in Guanzhong during the Little Ice Age was much later than in modern times. It had not been too long since the last battle in Xi'an. It can be seen that the smoke of war was gone everywhere. The Ming army was too defeated. Soon, after most of the main force was eaten, the remaining rear troops were beaten by the people's army with a time lag and were directly ambushed and most of them surrendered. Without the collapse of the army, the countryside was almost unaffected by the war.

When the weather gets warmer, the wheat and sorghum in the fields are green and shiny, and the dewdrops on the leaves are like countless silver beads, dazzling and full of joy.

In the villages on the roadside, light smoke curled up, and flocks of sheep came out of the villages and rushed into the fields.

A sheepherder, wearing a pointed straw hat on his head, used his whip to make loud noises to drive the animals away.Just then, a two-wheeled donkey cart drove over.The sound of rolling wheels and the shouts of the driver startled the sheepherder. He saw dozens of soldiers carrying bayonets and spears following the donkey cart, and he was so frightened that he forgot about the sheep.

On the boundless flat land, he could only lie down in the ditch by the roadside, hoping that these soldiers would not care about him. The sheep belonged to the landlord's family, and his own life was at stake. Taking advantage of this period, the sheep that were gnawing on the grass Without any control, they all turned around and went to the fields.

"Your sheep are eating the crops." The man in the donkey cart shouted, swung his whip and cracked his whip. Seeing the funny way the sheepherder stuck his buttocks in the air as he tried to escape, the soldiers burst into laughter.

"Don't laugh." A serious voice sounded, and a young man in his twenties with a revolver on his waist walked up to the sheepherder and said softly: "Don't be afraid, we are a team of the People's Army, here to divide the fields for everyone. Leah."

"What?"

"My surname is Duan. You can call me Captain Duan. Are you from Donggou Village?"

"Yes, yes."

"Then stop herding the sheep and come back with us to divide the land."

After crossing the Donggou Bridge, the coachman waved his whip. The whip was rolled up and rolled up, making a loud bang.The donkey ran very fast, splashing a piece of muddy water onto the grass on the roadside.

After walking for a while, the donkey was covered in sweat and steam was rising from its nose. It was walking slowly, and the driver began to complain: "Tired so quickly? If you want to eat, just pick the best, neither grass nor barnyard grass." You like to eat, but you only eat bean cakes and sorghum. Don’t you know how to work anymore? Just wait for me. If I don’t beat the shit out of you, I’ll be very good at driving a car.”

The donkey also knew that the coachman was just there to scare it, but actually allowed it to walk slowly. The coach staggered on the road.The animal was panting heavily and taking small steps.

Old Zheng turned around and took a look at the people behind the donkey cart. There were 37 people in total, lined up in two rows. Some were wearing green military uniforms, some were wearing earth-colored ones, some were carrying firecrackers, and some were carrying guns. Long guns, some carrying waist knives.

Behind them are the shepherds and their flock.

What kind of people's army is this?

How come here?

Divide the fields and divide the grain?

Old Zhengtou couldn't understand.

He thought, forget it, the fare has to be paid anyway.

He was hired to carry grain to Xi'an two days ago. When he arrived in Xi'an, he was rented by this group of people as a gift, so he agreed. Although the war ended not long ago, the reputation of the People's Army for its benevolence and righteousness spread, giving Money gives food, it's fun.

Regardless of whether it is good or bad, as long as it can be used by the people, it will not come back empty-handed. If you can earn a pot of wine or a bag of grain, it is luck.

The donkey cart drove forward slowly and stopped in a muddy depression.Lao Zheng cursed, jumped out of the car, and took a look.The wheels got stuck in the mud, the wheels got stuck.

He sighed and pulled the donkey hard. Several soldiers from behind also walked behind the donkey cart and started to help.

"Look, that donkey is so fat and shiny. When it runs, its four feet barely touch the ground."

Old Zhengtou was bragging about his donkey. This donkey and cart were his lifeblood. He had no land and no need for it. He could live well with this.

Captain Duan asked: "Are there any other big villages nearby?"

"It's just Dazhuangzi, the other people have a small population."

Captain Duan didn't ask any more questions, just urged him to drive the car away quickly.Lao Zhengtou whipped him hard several times with his whip and finally pulled the donkey cart out of the mud.They took a breath and continued on their way.

"Old Zheng, how many years have you been driving?"

"It has been almost 20 years, and I can only work as a cart driver." Old Zheng squinted his left eye and looked forward. When he saw that there was no mud in front of him, he felt relieved and allowed the donkey cart to move forward slowly, chatting leisurely with Captain Duan. Chat up.He said that during the Wanli period, he also put down his whip and bought a piece of fertile land with the few money he saved.

By the time of the autumn harvest, the harvest of millet had reached more than 40 kilograms. Later, it became increasingly difficult, and the harvest became smaller and smaller. In bad years, the harvest even stopped. After a winter, there was nothing left.

The land was also occupied by moneylenders, so he had no choice but to pick up his whip and return to his old business. He turned to look at Captain Duan.

"Master Jun, getting rich depends on luck. Forty shi of grain, so golden, will be gone in a few years, and there will be nothing left. How can you not accept your fate?"

Captain Duan asked him: "How many children do you have?"

Old Zhengtou smiled slightly and said slowly: "How can a poor coachman have a son?"

Captain Duan: "..."

"Why?" asked a young man behind Captain Duan.

Lao Zhengtou waved his donkey whip and said, "How can I give birth to a son if I just beat the animals and lose my mind?" "How old is your mother-in-law?"

Old Zheng didn't answer the question, and after half a minute he said, "I don't have a mother-in-law."

"Don't worry, life will get better soon, and my mother-in-law will be here soon!"

Lao Zheng laughed so hard that he didn't answer. It was obvious that he was very happy after hearing these words. In order to show his ability, he drove the donkey on the flat road. He ran faster and faster, and the small team behind him also started to Speeding up, the donkey obeyed his orders, turning left and right, full of joy.

"Who is the big family in the village?" Captain Zheng asked the sheepherder during a break.

"Lao Cai Tian is the richest family in our village."

"how is he?"

The shepherd looked around but said nothing.Captain Duan knew what he was thinking and said to him:
"Don't worry, haven't you heard that we, the people and the army, make decisions for the poor?"

"Really?"

"How can it be fake?"

Captain Duan saw that the sheepherder was hesitant to speak, so he stopped asking any more questions. He knew that these people were afraid of wolves and tigers, and had to worry about everything.He looked at the fields. The leaves were all dry and scorched, and weeds, reptiles, and wild reeds were everywhere.

In a dense bush, a gray rabbit ran out in panic. Xiao Xiao, a comrade behind him, raised his gun and was about to shoot, but Captain Duan interrupted him.

"Don't waste bullets, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Xiao Xiao reloaded the bullets in the gun chamber according to Captain Duan's instructions. They were all people who had experienced hard times in the Spring and Autumn World. When they saw prey, they instinctively wanted to add more food.

The car was driving smoothly, and the young men of this work team sang the song on the Songhua River. Captain Duan stopped singing and chatting with others. The People's Alliance's "First Phase Civil Affairs Reform Instructions" and Xi'an Regional rural reports, all in his head.

He also remembered a dispute that took place the day before yesterday. Supervisor Zhao was right: it is wrong to talk about care issues before the people are mobilized, or before they are truly mobilized.It is not easy to launch a violent movement to abolish thousands of years of feudalism.If you are afraid that the people will rise up and make things messy, it will not work if you first draw a circle for them and tell them to only move within this circle before taking action.

Just when Captain Duan was thinking wildly, he heard Old Zhengtou shout: "We're almost there."

Captain Duan looked up and saw a dark shadow on a mountain shrouded in mist in the distance. A long khaki house was sandwiched between dark green trees. This was the village they were going to. It was said that the village was actually big. But it's as big as a town.

The donkey cart drove out of the west gate of the village. There were also three stone barriers beside the road. A man with a short neck held a long gun and struck a gong on the stone barriers. Soon the village became lively, and the villagers They all went up to the wall, and someone shouted: "Where do heroes come from?"

"Xi'an, we are a team of the people's army. The imperial army has been defeated. From now on, the northwest will be our territory. Open the gate of the village quickly."

The short-necked man shouted: "Hero, wait for a moment." After saying that, he got off the wall, ran straight to a tall black gatehouse, pushed the door open and entered.

"My boss, my boss, the people from the People's Army are here."

"Where? Where?" Tian Laocai ran out without even putting on his shoes.

"I blocked him at the entrance of the village."

Tian Laocai slapped him and yelled: "You bastard, you want to kill me? The imperial army has been defeated, what can you do? Hurry up and open the door to greet me!"

Soon the village gate opened wide, and everyone in the small village was alerted by the arrival of a group of armed soldiers from the People's Army. Men and women wearing navel-baring pants and linen clothes came out of the farmhouse and stood on the roadside. Looking at the people on the donkey cart in surprise.

A group of naked children stopped when the car stopped. One child, with his left hand in his mouth, looked at the people in the donkey car, looked at the gun, and laughed.

After a while, he ran to a dilapidated hut. As he ran, he shouted: "People from the People's Army are here to divide the fields."

What the People's Army has done in the past two years has been widely praised by these poor people who have been living on the verge of death, and this is even more true now that the momentum has expanded after the great victory.

The donkey cart stopped outside the elm fence in the village. Captain Duan shouted to the crowd through the fence: "Ask everyone to come to the meeting. Chairman Liu Ze has instructed that under the rule of the People's Alliance, food will never be paid!"

Amid the exclamations, members of the working group unloaded their luggage into the car.

Captain Duan handed the fare to Lao Zhengtou, then patted him on the shoulder and said to him: "The first time is new, the second time is familiar. Come back another day."

Lao Zheng took the money, put it in his pocket, grinned and said, "You really don't want to pay for the food?"

"Not only do we not accept grain, we also provide cold and drought resistant seeds. However, we can keep this on credit and pay it back after the harvest."

"You don't want to pay for food? You really don't want to pay for food?"

"This is the first benevolent policy in history. The chairman of the committee has said that from now on, farmers will not need to pay grain or taxes." Captain Duan has not finished explaining this policy. While not paying grain, he is not allowed to buy and sell grain freely. It is a series of supporting policies that ensure the financial and material stability of the People's Alliance.

But no one cares, and neither does Lao Zheng. At this time, Lao Zheng, who was originally landless, is now full of longing for land. This lack of food is really strange. The pole has really blossomed - no one has seen it.

(End of this chapter)