The white porridge and pickled mustard is enough, why am I wearing a royal robe?

Chapter 60

The housekeeper looked at this group of red-eyed people and was not worried at all that these people would rush up to rob them. These people were all honest people. They would only think of committing murderous acts unless they were desperate and had no way to survive. The act of illegal beheading.

Of course, killing the rebels is legal and righteous.

In addition, with such generous rewards, how could these people not scream and work hard.

"Others who fought bravely will also be rewarded. Have you seen these grains? Two heads for grain and half a stone."

The housekeeper walked to the sacks and untied them. What came out was life-saving grain. Half a stone of grain per sack, seventy or eighty kilograms of grain, enough to feed a family of three for a long time.

"Go, kill those rebels, and come back with the leader and the food."

The housekeeper of the Li family watched his voice suddenly rise.

Everyone was stunned, coming back to their senses from the temptation of the grain land deed, and then they all shouted, "Kill the rebels and get the grain."

The crowd was so high-spirited that they could almost attack Yanchuan County.

The soldiers there did not have such high morale.

Everyone held the equipment and ran towards the front door. At this time, the difference between those who had trained and those who had not trained became apparent.

These recruited tenants and village warriors ran in disarray one by one, rushing towards the gate in a chaotic manner.

Although the front door of the Li family does not look as big as that of the Zhang family landlord, its format is that of the Jucai Gate, with a bright red paint surface. The height is [-] meters, taking the number of days three and nine, and the width is the number of the ground. It has double doors. [-] meters, one door [-] meters.

At this time, the top of the courtyard wall was covered with sharp stones and rusty iron pieces, and there was no fear of anyone climbing on it.

At present, five hundred warriors with equipment have arrived behind the gate. They have not yet seen the mob outside, and they don't know what kind of enemy they will face.

All you know is that if you kill people, you can get food, and if you kill more, you will get land.

"Outside, it's the same as ours, we're in charge of killing them," said a middle-aged man who seemed to have some authority among these people.

The rest of the people shook the weapons in their hands and responded.

Although I don’t know what the people outside are like, they should all be farmers nearby. They have two shoulders and one head, so how powerful can they be.

What's more, there are 500 of them, and those people outside may be even fewer than them.

Everyone looked outside the door and heard footsteps outside.

"Tap tap."

If a slightly more experienced officer could hear something from these footsteps, the footsteps would sound very orderly, at least the sound that could only be made by well-trained troops.

However, there is a little bit of chaos in this neatness.

"Why don't you go outside and take a look," someone suggested. "This place is not small, and there are so many people there that we won't be able to use our hands freely during a fight."

There were 500 of them, and people from outside rushed in. They had rags tied to their arms. Although they wouldn't be mistaken for each other during the fight, the place was too small, so it was still easy to hurt their own people during the fight.

"That's reasonable," this sentence has been recognized by many people. Some of them don't care whether they hurt their own people, but they care about whether others will force their heads.

After all, two heads are half a stone, and four heads are one stone. If you kill too many, the account will be settled and the land will be divided.

"What are you going out for? Are you going out to find death?"

Suddenly, someone shouted from behind, and everyone turned to look. A group of people wearing servant robes walked out of the backyard.

They held scimitars neatly in their hands, and they were much better equipped than these tenant farmers.The landowner of the Li family has spent a lot of money. He knows that only by leaving green hills to burn firewood, will the money he saved not be used to deal with this disaster and be left to others as trophies?
The tenants did not dare to refute. These people's status was much higher than theirs. They were under the direct control of the steward. You must know that money and food are all distributed by the steward. If you offend these people, report it to the steward and you will be punished. Wearing small shoes is troublesome.

"Just stay inside this courtyard wall and spread out a little. Why can't such a big front yard be opened? There are twenty or thirty people guarding both sides of the door. As many people come in as many will die," the servant was obviously in charge. The people were holding bright swords and commanding with great force.

What he said was not unreasonable, and the tenants actually reacted to what he said.

There is only one gate at the front and back for people to enter. If there are people standing guard on both sides, they can just attack the people who come in.

"If that's the case, how can we tell whose heads are clearly divided," someone murmured in his mind, still thinking about the heads.

"There are thirty or fifty of these people. Isn't it possible that their heads will be raped?"

Some people looked at these servants and thought to themselves, wouldn't these servants also be rewarded with heads? The more people they have, the fewer heads they will get, and the less food they will get.

Some even started praying for thanks from people outside.

"What are you doing in a daze? Let's come together and come behind the door."

Li Dayong shook the machete in his hand and took the lead in standing on both sides of the door with his servants.

Teams of tenants were also scattered around the courtyard wall behind the gate, just waiting for someone to break in.

The gate limits the impact of outsiders. It is indeed useful when facing people with more people than your own, but when both teams want to be the leader, this also limits themselves.

Outside the door, Liu Zhenhua looked at the Li family courtyard less than 50 meters away from them. The door was closed.

"Those people know to keep a lookout in the north, and they must be well prepared now. I'm afraid there are many people waiting behind this door."

Liu Zhenhua murmured.

There is a gate restriction, and it is difficult for him to enter on horseback.

"It would be nice if there were grenades," Liu Zhenhua looked at the grenades in the mall with eyesight. Unfortunately, the reputation points required were too many. One grenade was worth two horses.

Liu Zhenhua can't afford it yet.

Everyone walked all the way to the entrance of the Li family compound, where thousands of people gathered across the wall.

"Master, there are still stones stuck in the wall. If you climb over, you might cut your hands."

Yang Lichao's sharp eyes saw the stones and some pottery fragments on the courtyard wall.

It was obviously prepared to prevent anyone from climbing over the wall.

Liu Zhenhua and others outside the door observed. The people inside the door clenched their weapons and their palms were almost wet. They heard the discussion outside the door.

They knew that the mob was outside the door and separated from them by a wall.

It was about to be a life and death fight, could they not be nervous?

If the Li family master hadn't promised them huge profits, which almost made them ignore the danger, they might have been frightened by the atmosphere and fled.

"Two people, hold the rebar on the left and right, push the door and take a look."

Open the door first. There can't be firearms or cannons waiting behind the door. They are probably just some servants holding swords and axes.

(End of this chapter)