A small soldier of the frontier army in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 653 What I See

The sun, moon, waves and waves finally arrived. Everyone was excited and quickened their pace.

Soon, they arrived under the Zhaiqiang Zhailou. On the Zhaiqiang Wall, some soldiers wearing hats and helmets and long crimson armor were watching them.

These soldiers are all strong and sturdy, with sharp eyes and full of oppression. Compared with the officers and soldiers in the outside world, they seem to be able to fight many of them without weapons.

Most of them were holding blunderbuss, this kind of blunderbuss, father of Han and others had seen it in shopkeeper Sun's caravan bodyguards, it was ferocious beyond words, and if the gangsters encountered ghosts along the way, they couldn't help but take a few more glances.

On the top of the wall, next to a group of soldiers, an officer wearing a hood and a leg skirt, holding a long, round, stretchable thing in his hand, looked at the road in this direction, and whispered something to the person next to him. Beside him, there was a ferocious hound parked.

Father Han has seen that thing before, it seems to be something called a spy tube, and some people call it a binoculars, this thing is extremely rare, unexpectedly, an ordinary officer here can have it.

Entering the gate of the village, there are two rows of soldiers holding blunderbuss standing on both sides of the gate. They all have serious faces and do not look sideways. From them, one can feel an indescribable spirit. The refugees have a feeling of entering a different world. a feeling of.

Everyone didn't dare to look more, but fortunately there was no entry fee here, and no one questioned them, so they hurried past the wall of the gate and entered the inside.

Then, with a flash of light, behind the wall of the village, there is a huge flat field, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people without any problem.

At this time, on the flat field, standing or standing, it was full of refugees speaking various accents. Beside each of them, there were all kinds of luggage and equipment. Of course, most of them were dilapidated and ugly. According to Father Han and the others, he was strong enough to serve as a servant, wearing a fox hat, a short body cover with no nails, a cloth belt around his waist, and a red shoulder scarf.

They held short sticks in their hands, as if they were helpers or something, to prevent people from making noise and maintain order. Listening to their accents, they might be Mashuikou, military households in the Zijingguan area.

Seeing another wave of refugees arriving, one of the servants shouted: "The lunch is on time at noon, and there is still a quarter of an hour...don't worry, all the porridge and meals in this office are free."

"Free porridge?"

When Father Han heard this, he was refreshed. When they looked around, they saw a huge restaurant on the left side of the flat field, which could accommodate thousands of people for dinner. There seemed to be more than one restaurant like this.

There were buzzing voices on the flat field, all of which were excited conversations.

"Mother, the military master said that you don't need money for food."

Yaya, a thin and withered little girl, said happily in her mother's arms.

"Yaya, be good, you can have a full meal later."

The woman said to her daughter, feeling unspeakably hungry at the same time, looking forward to eating and drinking porridge immediately.

Beside the couple, a man bit his lower lip, feeling sad. All the way here, the whole family suffered from hunger and cold. He heard that in Xuanfu Town, everyone has work to do, and everyone has food to eat. He hoped that in the future, with his own With your hands, your family will not go hungry.

"Dangdangdang."

Hearing the ringing of the bell, the crowd on the flat field became noisy, and a servant shouted: "It's time for dinner, all line up, orderly enter Restaurant A, when the quota is full, enter Restaurant B."

"Put the big things with you in the same place, and the office will take care of them, so they won't get lost..."

There were also a few strong helpers, holding short sticks, who came forward, not politely, and beat the young and strong refugees who wanted to squeeze to the front, until they dared not squeeze any more .

Everyone lined up and entered the huge restaurant on the left. Father Han's party, Mr. Li's party, and Yaya's family followed the crowd and entered the restaurant. There were about twenty more people, a gang of servants. He shouted: "This shop is full, people at the back are waiting, go to No. B restaurant..."

"Now there are quite a few refugees coming in every month."

The person who spoke was Luo Luofu, the former head of the Niujiaowa Huolu Dunjia, the former small banner officer, and now a senior manager of Zhao Gezhai.

Watching the refugees entering various restaurants, he said thoughtfully with his hands behind his back.

Jiang Zhongmin, the original Dunjun, stood beside him. Like him, he became a leader in the institute, not only him, but also the original Dunjun.

He said: "That's right, our refugee shelter in Zhaogezhai, the mountain road to the east, and the influx of refugees from Zhuozhou, there are many people coming every day. I have heard about it, and now from Weizhou, In Guangchang, there are also many refugees who come in every day..."

Father Han and the others entered the restaurant. The restaurant in front of them was huge, spacious, and bright, with long tables and benches. Looking around, there might not be less than [-] tables spread to both sides.

At this time, every table was full of people, gathered roughly by household, densely packed with ragged heads.

Suddenly entering such a clean and tidy environment, everyone felt a little anxious, and they all sat still and dared not move.

"Everyone sit down and don't move around. The porridge and side dishes will be carried one by one and divided. Don't worry about not being able to share..."

Inside the restaurant, there were servants shouting back and forth. At the same time, there were groups of servants carrying vats of rice porridge, bowls and chopsticks, side dishes, etc., and distributed them to each table, smelling the aroma of porridge and vegetables. Many refugees were even more restless. Yaya and her family were crowded around a table, and they even poked their heads in that direction as hard as they could.

Finally, it was their turn. The two helpers who carried the bowls and chopsticks counted the number of them. There were eight people at this table, and each big bowl was placed on their table. There were also chopsticks, even Yaya. Portion a sea bowl the size of an adult.

There was also a plate with a big face in the middle of the table.

Afterwards, among those who carried the porridge, a big spoon scooped up the hot thick rice porridge and poured them into sea bowls, and a big spoonful of side dishes was also poured into the face-like bowl.

"You have been hungry for a long time, don't eat too fast."

The congee helpers left a word and continued to the next table.

"Yaya, eat slowly."

The woman said to her daughter with a smile on her face, she was happy but also sad at the same time, how long has it been since her child ate something so delicious?

There was the sound of porridge drinking in the restaurant. The refugees had been hungry for a long time, and most of them were wolfing down. Fortunately, they only drank porridge, and it was just a big bowl. If they ate, many people might die of abdominal distension.

"The rice porridge is thick and not pouring, and there are fragrant side dishes. How much money does the village spend on food every day? Xuan Town is rich and well-deserved."

Father Han couldn't help sighing while drinking the rice porridge.

"No money, hurry up, drink more, unfortunately there is only one bowl."

Mother Han smiled and greeted her daughters and sons-in-law. Look at this porridge, it is made of high-quality white rice. Although the Han family is a landlord in Zhending, it is impossible to cook porridge with white rice every day.

Mr. Li's family sat not far from Father Han and others. He drank silently, with a smile on his face, and he could see the whole leopard at a glance. This is the case in every refugee shelter. It can be seen that his family, big and small, came to Xuanfu Town The selection is good.

Moreover, what moved him even more here was order.

He does not suffer from poverty but anxiety. Although he can barely survive in his hometown, he always feels like sitting on pins and needles. He is afraid that one day his home will be robbed by starving people and bandits. Accompanying him all the time makes him restless day and night.

One of the root causes of troubled times is the loss of order, and anarchism is rampant, and bandits are a typical representative.

And Kankan entered the outskirts of Xuanfu Town, and the feeling of peace of mind enveloped him. Presumably, there would be a safe place to live.

After drinking the porridge, everyone had a smile on their faces, and their spirits improved a lot. The long-lost power also appeared in themselves. Move, turn over, no one turns over.

"All the elders who have finished the porridge, come with me, go to District B, register, and check whether they are pregnant with the disease."

A few helpers shouted loudly, and the dark stream of people followed them to the front.

Soon, at the end of the flat field in front of you, there is a row of fences with many openings. Beside the fences, there are small houses with desks and books embroidered with the sun, moon and waves on some shirts. Officials, sitting in the middle, in front of some fences, there are still signs such as A, B, B, D, etc. standing up.

"There are letters in the town, those who have guarantees, come here, those who can read and write, come here, and the rest wait, come here..."

Soon the refugees were divided into several waves, queuing up to register one by one.

"Han Xianwei, a native of Xingtai, Zhending Prefecture, this is my wife He, this is my daughters Han Pannan, Han Wangnan, Han Ruonan, my son-in-law..."

Most of the people in Father Han's row were people who could read and write, and Mr. Li's family was among them. When it was his turn, he stepped forward on behalf of the Han family, sat on a chair in front of the desk, and took out his own people, etc. Hutie, talking to the scribe in front of him.

When the clerk was looking at their household posts, he took out his own treasured letter with his son Han Kaihui, and said: "My son Han Kaihui joined the army on the East Road, and is now an officer of the Jingbian Army."

"Oh."

The clerk looked at the letter with a serious expression on his face, and there was another clerk beside him, and said: "There is no mistake, Colonel Han, and Captain Zhao Zuo and his party arrived at Area C of Zhao Gezhai yesterday. He said he came to meet his parents."

The clerk handed back the letter posted to the household and said with a smile: "Han Yuanwai has worked hard all the way, welcome to Xuan Town, this is your home."

Next to the hut, a servant guarding the gate came up, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Han, this way please."

Soon, Father Han and his party entered Area B, and Mr. Li's family, who were in the back row, hurried forward.

"Student Li Xiangqing... This is a letter between me and my friend. He is a scribe in Baoanzhou City..."

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"...Zheng Xingxiang, a native of Tang County, Baoding Prefecture, has a family of eight, and I am 62 years old..."

The clerk in front of him glanced at the old man with messy white hair in front of him, and then at the size of mouths behind him, and especially swept at the little girl Yaya in the arms of a woman. Hu Tie, exchanged another glance with the person next to him, and nodded.

He said softly: "Look at the old man Zheng, you are all honest and responsible people. After entering the country, would you like to go to Tunbao to farm?"

He said: "Right now, the Marquis of Yongning, the most important thing is the villagers in the forts. When you arrive in the fort, you must have enough food and clothing. If you are honest and willing to work, you will be awarded the Green Book within three months. That is to say, you have become a naturalized citizen. If you work harder, if you become a Chinese citizen, you will be able to divide the time and land, and live a peaceful life, and it will be easy.”

Refugees entering the country, honest people who can endure hard work, have always been the main targets of the Department of Civil Affairs and the Department of Naturalization. The more they collect, the more rewards these clerks in the shelter will get. Those who send in, they will also be punished.

"Willing, willing, villain, etc."

Zheng Xingxiang, the old man Zheng, etc., have already inquired clearly. The most important thing to ask for a living in Xuanfu Town is to get a green book, so that you can live in Xuanfu Town for a long time. was driven away.

But in their hometown, they have been farming all their lives. If they enter Tunbao, they can eat and clothe themselves, and they can continue to farm, which is the best.Maybe in the near future, you can still get the red book, divide the fields and land, and live in peace.

"Okay, you wait until you enter Area B, take a bath, change clothes, repair your hair, observe, and wait for a day or two. During this period, you will be given a blue temporary residence, and then there will be a special car to take you to Tunbao .”

Zheng Xingxiang was very grateful, the whole family was very happy, holding a special pass, and under the guidance of a gang, entered the area B through a gate.

(End of this chapter)