At the end of Ming Dynasty: I, Sun Kewang!Desperate comeback!

"Eat, eat it all for me! Don't waste any of it. If anyone doesn't finish eating, don't blame me for turning against you!" Zhang Sheng laughed wildly, with the face of a demon king.

His favorite thing in his life was to deal with the Gong Gongs, and now he was at the Kong Mansion.

This gentleman, who is known as the greatest in the world, cannot be let go!

Kong Xingxie and others chewed the bark and Guanyin soil with tears in their eyes, their eyes full of resentment.

With their efforts, the tree bark and Guanyin soil finally fell into their stomachs.

Mr. Kong kept coughing, as if he had been greatly wronged.

"Eat quickly, the meat and dishes prepared by the father-in-law haven't been touched yet." Guo Youming laughed loudly and said:

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! We can't live up to the father-in-law's hard work."

Kong Xingxie looked at the earthworms squirming in the large porcelain bowl and felt a chill all over.

"Master, you can't eat this!" he said with tears in his eyes.

"Can't eat it? Why can't it be eaten?" Zhang Sheng sneered: "This is what I ate before the rebellion, and this is what the king ate before the rebellion."

"What? Is it possible that Mr. Kong is more noble than me and that he has a country?"

"What I and the king can eat, Master Kong can't eat?"

"Yes! What we can eat, why can't you saints eat it later!" A group of Xiying bandits agreed.

They are all forcing Mr. Kong to take hard food.

In the past, if they wanted to eat earthworms, they had to dig hard in the fields.

Now that everything is served to Mr. Kong, why can’t he eat it?

"Eat quickly!" Guo Youming threw his whip on the dining table and shouted angrily: "If anyone doesn't eat, don't blame me for not recognizing anyone with my whip!"

Under the pressure of the Western thief, Kong Xingxie picked up the big bowl, but he couldn't take a bite when he looked at the squirming earthworms.

With a snap, a whip hit him on the head.

"Ah——!" A scream sounded.

There was a bloody mark on Kong Xingxie's forehead. The blood was dripping and shocking.

Everyone in the Kong Mansion was stunned when they saw this, and everyone started to tremble.

"Eat! If you don't eat, then you won't be able to get the food you want!" Guo Youming threatened as he raised his whip.

"I'll eat, I'll eat!" Kong Xingxie was so frightened that he peed.

He quickly grabbed an earthworm, endured the nausea, and put it into his mouth.

"Cough cough cough, vomit——"

As the earthworm entered its entrance, Kong Xingxie's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

His face was livid, and he swallowed hard, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't swallow the earthworm.

Suddenly an earthworm squirmed in his throat.

Mr. Kong shuddered instantly and spurted out, making him vomit.

"Hahahahaha."

Joking laughter came one after another, and the generals in Xiying burst into laughter, which made Kong Xingxie feel ashamed and angry.

"Come on, Mr. Kong can't eat it himself, we have to be considerate and let them drink it down." Zhang Sheng laughed.

"That's enough!" Kong Xingxie said angrily: "I am a saint, but now I have fallen into disgrace, and you still want to humiliate me like this!"

This clay figurine is still capable of urinating. Master Kong is facing all kinds of things.

Now my blood is rising, my blood is gushing, and I want to fight.

"Hey, you are such a loser, and you still dare to bark in front of me!" Zhang Sheng said lightly: "Come here, drag Mr. Kong down. If you can't beat him to death, then beat him to death."

"After the beating, put him in a salt tank to disinfect him. Just like the king said, we have to make the saint pay attention to his health! We can't let his wound become infected and die!"

Of course, Sun Kewang must popularize basic medical knowledge when running the army.

Such as high temperature disinfection, such as suturing wounds.

It is precisely because of this that the survival rate of wounded soldiers in Xiying has greatly increased.

And after the injury, he was able to move around within a few days as soon as the wound was stitched.

On the other hand, the wounded soldiers of the Qing army not only died of infection in large numbers after being injured, but also survived by chance.

Also, because the wound heals too slowly, you cannot fight for a long time. If you are not careful, you will open the wound, causing secondary damage.

Now facing Mr. Kong, Zhang Sheng had to spread medical knowledge to them thoughtfully.

Otherwise, the skin will be bruised and the flesh will be bruised, so there is no need to disinfect it with salt water.

If the saint later died of the infection, Zhang Sheng would feel so guilty.

People like Kong Xingxie are saints and cannot be neglected!

"My lord, please spare my life, my lord, please spare my life!" Kong Xingxie was frightened when he heard this.

With a body like his own, if he was whipped by a bandit and then soaked in a salt vat, would he still have a chance to survive?

"Humph, I asked you to eat meat, but you didn't eat it. In that case, you have to soak it in the salt tank before eating it." Zhang Sheng waved his hand.

More than a hundred hunky-backed elites poured into the lobby.

They were dragged down one by one amid the heart-rending shouts of Mr. Kong.

Then there was a crackling sound of whipping, and the sound of wailing echoed through the entire Kong family.

"It's not good, my father-in-law was killed!"

Not long after I smoked, someone rushed to report.

"What?" Zhang Sheng was stunned.

"Someone died so soon?"

"My lord, these Kong Lao Er didn't even get beaten. I just whipped them once, and one Kong Lao Er passed by!" the man said in a panic.

"Damn it, trash, trash, it's all trash!" Zhang Sheng shouted sadly and indignantly.

This guy killed a man with just one whip, how could he hit these holes?

This body is really unbearable to look at!

"Master, since Master Kong is dead anyway, let's just kill a few of them and clean up the waste for the saint." Guo Youming suggested.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhang Sheng suddenly realized: "Since a human life has been lost, one death is death, and ten deaths are also death."

"Then keep pumping, ten will die, no! Stop after twenty!"

"Congratulations, sir!" A group of Western thieves and thieves handed over their hands, saying something serious.

In the courtyard, a famous Mr. Kong was hung up and was being whipped.

"My father-in-law said that we can stop when twenty people have died. Our army has always said that."

"If you can't hold on any longer, leave as soon as possible so that others don't suffer."

A general of the Qianqian Army surrounded the surroundings and looked at the men of the Confucius Mansion and said seriously.

Kong Xingxie spurted out a mouthful of blood when he heard this. Zhang Sheng was too arrogant.

Even if it’s murder, it’s still heart-wrenching!

Under such a large crowd and a clear world, is there any royal law? Are there any laws?

There was a snap, and before Kong Xingxie could finish his emotion, a riding crop hit him.

Duke Yan Sheng immediately started to tremble, foaming at the corner of his mouth.

The soldier in charge of the whipping wanted to continue, but the officer quickly stopped him.

"Hey, this is Duke Yan Sheng, he can't be beaten to death."

The soldier stopped when he saw this. Kong Xingxie looked at the officer in front of him with tears in his eyes, and he was actually moved in his heart.

Under the wailing, one after another, the men of the Kong family who were unable to restrain the chicken died.

"Okay, there are twenty of them dead. Put them in a salt tank to disinfect, and then sew up their wounds." The officer in charge of the execution ordered to stop the whipping when he saw that there were twenty.

A famous former army soldier lifted down the dying people of the Confucius Mansion, and then threw them into the ashtray one by one.

"what--!"

A pitiful howl sounded out, and everyone in the Kong Mansion screamed miserably in the salt tank.

However, their shouts did not win the sympathy of the front troops, but instead made these Western thieves laugh.

Mr. Kong, who had been processed the next day, was loaded into a truck by Zhang Sheng and sent back to Nanjing along with tens of millions of gold and silver.

"Brothers, we now have money and food. The current standard for our brothers is one hundred taels!"

"I, Zhang Sheng, will add 50% privately, and the brothers in the Northern Expedition will each receive one hundred and fifty taels of settlement allowance first!"

"After we capture Beijing, we will capture the Tatar princes and nobles!"

Outside the city of Qufu, Zhang Sheng said proudly: "In Qufu, we have copied this kind of gold and silver. In Beijing, the princes, nobles and corrupt officials of the Manchu Qing Dynasty have been plundering the whole world for more than ten years!"

"At least ten million gold and silver are waiting for us! Brothers, do you want these gold and silver?"

"want to!"

"want to!"

"want to!"

The morale of the surrounding front-line soldiers was extremely high, and they roared as if they had been beaten to death.

"Okay! Then let's go to Beijing, raid the Tatar's lair, and give them all promotions and make them rich!" Zhang Sheng shouted in high spirits, raising his arms.

"go to Beijing!"

"go to Beijing!"

"go to Beijing!"

The sound of the troops in front shook the heavens, and their fighting spirit was high.

Sun Guozhu's original standard was sixty taels of pension. After entering Jiangnan, the salary of the former army was improved, and the pension increased to one hundred taels.

Now Zhang Sheng has added another 50%, and the infantryman's pension has reached 150 taels.

The number of cavalrymen in Xiaoqi Town was more than 200 taels.

These 18,000 elites can only be regarded as more than 20,000 auxiliary soldiers and handymen accompanying the army, and the silver consumption is only more than 4 million.

It is more than enough to take out 30% of the Kong family to cope with the situation.

But with the release of this pension, the morale of Xiaoqi and Longxiang towns has skyrocketed.

With all the pension money taken away, the soldiers at the bottom will naturally have to risk their lives.

Soldiers in this era are actually relatively simple. Many soldiers in our Ming Dynasty are hungry and have to go to Qinwang.

At the time of Songjin, I was given some money and ate a few mouthfuls of pig food. They all dared to fight against the Eight Banners one by one, and even won the fight in the early stage.

Needless to say, if Zhang Sheng's four million is used once, the effect will be obvious.

Excessive food and excessive salary will increase the hatred of the country's enemies and increase the promotion and wealth.

When this dragon comes down, all the troops in front are gearing up and waiting to show off their skills!

In November, Zhang Sheng captured Qufu, raided all Confucius' mansions, and obtained countless gold and silver. He then left two thousand soldiers, hired civilians, and started the Northern Expedition.

At the same time, the autumn harvest in the south of the Yangtze River was completed, and tens of millions of grains and wages fell into the hands of Sun Kewang.

The entire Sixth Administrative Department was extremely busy. When everyone looked at the mountains of food and wages, a thought arose in their hearts - the Qing Dynasty was over, and the ruler of the world was seated!

Then under the great situation, there is a hint of crisis hidden.

Qiantang County, Hangzhou Prefecture.

A landowner brought a group of slaves to the tenants' homes.

"Wu Laoer, 70% of the land rent cannot be reduced even a penny! You still owe our master one thousand and eighty jins of grain. I am kind-hearted, so I don't want any fraction of the 80 jins!"

"Hand over a thousand kilograms of grain, I feel like handing it over!" A man who looked like a housekeeper scolded while holding a ledger.

"What!" Wu Laoer was stunned when he heard this.

During this year's autumn harvest, he harvested more than 3,000 kilograms of grain from the ten acres of land he rented from Mr. Zhang's house.

A few days ago, the government sent people down to check one by one.

According to Sun Guozhu's slogan, he paid enough for the monarch and kept enough for the landlord. In the end, he still had more than 1,500 kilograms of grain left.

This is terrible. Wu Laoer was very happy. This Lord Sun is a great good man.

In the past, he could only have six to seven hundred kilograms left, which was not enough for the whole family, so he could only mix it with rice bran and eat it together.

Wait until next year, when there is not much food, you will have to dig out tree bark and Guanyin soil.

Now that we have more than 1,500 kilograms of grain, our family can eat brown rice every day.

And that's not all, because the government announced the abolition of corvee.

Then you can go out to work during your leisure time and earn some extra money.

Thanks to Sun Guozhu's good governance, not only can their family eat brown rice every meal, but they may also be able to eat meat during the holidays and make up for their clothing.

"Steward Liu, didn't the government say that you should pay 15% of the king's money and keep 40% of Mr. Zhang's money? The remaining 45% belongs to the villain himself." Wu Laoer said quickly.

He had already handed over 1.5% of Sun Guozhu's money to the government, although he still had more than 1,500 kilograms of grain left.

But if he gave Mr. Zhang another 30%, he would only have more than 500 kilograms of grain left.

With such a small amount of food, he has some old ones, some young ones, and a wife in the middle.

How can a mere five hundred kilograms of food be enough for this family?

"The government is the government, and the master is the master!" The housekeeper sneered: "You still owe one thousand and eighty kilograms of the master's 70% land rent, and the master has given up the remaining 80 kilograms out of kindness!"

"Wu Laoer, what else do you want? Let me tell you, the weather in Qiantang hasn't changed yet!"

"As long as the master is still here, 70% of the land rent cannot be reduced!"

"I advise you not to be ignorant of praise. If you dare to make noise again, this year's land rent will not be 70%, but 80%!"

"Ah——!" Wu Laoer was stunned.

Sun Guozhu has taken 15%. If Mr. Zhang takes 70%, he will only have 15% left!

After working hard for a year, 85% of the results were lost. How could he survive? What should his family do?

"One thousand kilograms of grain, not even a grain of rice is missing. Hurry up and get the grain!" the housekeeper yelled again.

More than a dozen slaves approached Wu Laoer with swords, guns and sticks. The neighbors looked at the scene in front of them and fell silent one by one.

"What are you going to do!" Wu Laoer picked up a pole and held it in front of his chest, shouting.

This food is what their family needs to survive. If they hand it over, they might starve to death next year.

"What are you doing? I want to ask you, Wu Laoer, what are you going to do?" The housekeeper angrily yelled, "It's natural to rent land and pay rent."

"You are in arrears with the land rent, and you are still justified!"

"Come here, hit me, hit me hard!"

"I want to see who in Wujia Village dares to disturb Tai Sui!" (End of Chapter)