General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 93 Licorice Ume
Zhu Zaixun registered his name and surname at Andingmen, and when he was about to move the utensils, he was stopped by the sergeant.

"Wait."

Zhu Zaiyu turned around suspiciously.

I saw the sergeant took out a few dried fruits from his waist, but the dried fruits were already covered with dust and sludge, the sergeant washed them in the water twice casually, and then handed them to Zhu Zaixun.

"Don't swallow it greedily, and keep it in your mouth when you can't stand it later."

Then the sergeant picked up a chopstick and broke it.

"Half of it is plugged in, and the other half is sent home tonight."

Zhu Zaiyu said "thank you" and took the dried fruit. After a careful look, he realized that it was just a few ordinary ebony plums.

Fortunately, although there has been no war in the capital for a long time, there are still ample reserves of these worthless things.

Sergeants already under the city installed the Rolling Stones.

Seeing Zhu Zaiyu, he greeted another boy who was similar in stature to Zhu Zaiyu.

"The little dolls are here, they can help a lot, you two just take care of it, go quickly."

"Here."

The two sang, and then they ran towards the top of the city carrying the basket of stones.

The basket of stones went up and down about a hundred times, and Zhu Zaiyu felt the weight as soon as he put it on his shoulders, but the boy behind him didn't react at all.

"You will go ahead later, don't miss the important thing."

Zhu Zaiyu held his breath and didn't want to talk at all, so he nodded, and then the two of them ran towards the top of the city with the stone on their shoulders.

At the moment when the two of them climbed to the top of the wall, an inexplicable stench rushed over.

It was a smell of sweat mixed with the smell of blood and various unknown smells.

"Put the stone here!"

"Hey!"

The young man behind Zhu Zaiyong responded and motioned Zhu Zaiyong to follow him.

Smelling the stench from the top of the city, Zhu Zaiyong's face turned eggplant-colored. After throwing down the basket of stones, Zhu Zaiyong slumped down on the ground.

The boy seemed to know that Zhu Zaiyu was about to vomit, so he picked up a wooden bucket and placed it in front of Zhu Zaiyu.

Smelling the smell in the barrel, Zhu Zaiyu's last line of psychological defense was completely broken, and he threw up while holding the barrel.

"I'll go over there to drink water later, and just put the bucket by the city wall. These are good things, don't waste them."

"You sit here for a while, I'll go down and see if there's anything else going on."

As he said that, the boy also handed Zhu Zaixun a few beige rhizomes, which were licorice.

After Zhu Zaiyu picked up the water bowl and rinsed his mouth, he directly stuffed the licorice and ebony plums that the boy handed to him into his mouth.

When the two flavors diffused on the tip of his tongue, Zhu Zaishun's brain gradually calmed down.

Looking around, almost every twenty steps on the top of the city, there is a big cauldron, and the soldiers on the top of the city are boiling the contents of the pot.

The contents of the pot are collectively referred to as "golden juice."

Zhu Zaiyu looked around with a frown, and saw that the pot was boiling golden juice made from "human yellow", "chamasmaea chamaejasma" and "arsenic".

There are also a lot of serious iron juice.

These things also have only one advantage, that is, they can directly penetrate through the armor.

Just when Zhu Zaixun was still suppressing the turmoil in his stomach.

There was a slight sobbing sound from the top of the wall in the distance, and I looked away to see two old women identifying the corpses on the top of the wall.

The old woman took out a token from her bosom, and after the sergeant closed it up, it was for inspection.

"Ma'am, go down and get two buckets of rice, we'll leave the corpse first."

The sergeant handed the two keepsakes to the old woman, and sent her off the city wall.

The old woman left without a word, and it was only at this time that Zhu Zaiyu realized that before the soldiers arrived, the capital had already died of exhaustion at the top of the city.

"This...why didn't this corpse be returned to others?"

Zhu Zaiyu murmured in a low voice, but the boy's voice came from behind him.

I saw that the boy had climbed up the city again carrying two baskets of stones.

"I heard that the corpses are still useful. If the stones and gold juice are used up, these corpses are rolling stones."

Zhu Zailong gasped when he heard the words.

Until this time, Zhu Zaiyu didn't know how cruel the war was.

Literati can only say, "A few lines of names and surnames in Qingshi, and countless barren hills in Beimang."

But actually on the battlefield, there is a barren hill, which is already a good death that can be buried in the ground.

More people were treated as a kind of equipment or a weapon after death, and finally buried in a deep pit in order to prevent the epidemic.

On the city wall, looking far away, the golden glazed tiles of Fengtian Temple can be faintly seen in the distance.

The distance is only ten miles away.

How come people in the palace can't see what the city wall looks like.

Before Zhu Zaiyu could contemplate for a long time, a bell rang from the top of the city, and several sergeants walked over carrying several bamboo baskets.

"Today, a lot of salt has been sprinkled on the pancakes, everyone eats them openly, there is plenty of food in the city~!"

Amidst the cheers of the young men at the top of the city, the young man standing behind Zhu Zaiyu also said with a naive smile: "You brother is lucky, the pancakes you ate yesterday didn't even have much salt, and your feet are numb from work."

The boy took two pancakes and walked slowly to Zhu Zaiyu, and gave Zhu Zaiyu one.

Zhu Zaiyu opened his mouth and took a bite, a salty taste diffused on the tip of his tongue, just after chewing a few mouthfuls, there was a "click" sound in his mouth, a piece of gravel almost shattered Zhu Zaiyu's mouth tooth.

Zhu Zaiyu looked at the boy in disbelief.

"This cake, this cake!"

The young man also looked at Zhu Zaixun excitedly.

"This cake, this cake, turned out to be fine grains! Look at how fine the noodles are, or you are lucky."

Seeing the young man eating with gusto, Zhu Zai, who was holding the pancake, was stunned in place. After a long silence, he sat back on the top of the wall again, forcing himself to chew again.

Even though Zhu Zaiyu spit out a few more mouthfuls of sand, he still drank a large tank of water to quench his thirst after eating.

The boy was reluctant to chew, and was still chewing slowly, as if he was eating a big meal.

"Brother, you come to work in the city, how much money will the court give you?"

The boy smiled.

"It doesn't matter if you give it or not."

"It doesn't matter if you give it or not, so what are you doing on the city wall?"

"My mother said that if you beat the Tartars away, you will be able to live a peaceful life. I have already talked about my marriage. If I am not in a hurry, who is in a hurry?"

Speaking of this, the boy seemed to have opened up a chatterbox.

"After we get married, I will have two more children. Counting my father and my brother, our family will open up the last dozens of acres of wasteland behind the village, and our family's good days will come."

"Fortunately, there are few people in our village, and no one is robbing me."

"Brother, please come and have a wedding wine when I get married."

Zhu Zaiyu couldn't help being infected by that boy.

"Then I'll thank you brother first." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Zaiyu realized something was wrong.

"But when your child grows up, where will you open up wasteland?"

The boy was startled, and then looked at Zhu Zaixun like a fool.

"Which wasteland can I open up? Don't they own the [-] acres of wasteland I opened up? After I finish opening up, they don't need to open up."

"Too."

Just when Zhu Zaishun was chatting with the young man, a melodious melody suddenly came from the north of the capital. This is the only singing method of human beings that can produce two voices at the same time.

The cavalry of Qianqi roared towards Humai, and all the conversations on the city wall stopped abruptly, and everyone subconsciously clenched the "weapon" in their hands that could cause damage.

　According to "The Story of the Western Expedition to Stone City": In the fourth year of Chenghua, Guyuan was robbed and rioted.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)