Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 21 The Uninvited Guest

All kinds of people have their own taboos, such as old people's taboo about death, monks' taboo against baldness, imam's taboo against pigs, and the taboo of Christian missionaries in this era is to portray Christ as a human being!

Because of such a taboo, since Constantine the Great established the status of Christian bishops in the West, three ecumenical councils and countless small conferences have been held on the debate about the humanity and divinity of Christ, and hundreds of religious scholars have been labeled as heretics , and even the western countries fought several wars for this reason, and no less than 10 people died because of this problem, and finally came to the conclusion that Jesus is a fusion of divinity and humanity, just like wine and water. .

These years are hard work, and those who have crossed the ocean are all fanatics. On this sensitive issue of religion, Xing Hongniang opened her mouth to talk nonsense, and it is conceivable that she caused a lot of trouble...

"Ouch!" Xiao Luobo screamed, and was kicked out first on the ground on his buttocks. He just woke up from a coma and before he could figure out what happened, Song Qingshu sat down on his waist again, with a click, this guy's The face is crooked.

This is not over yet, before Song Qingshu struggled to get up, Xing Hongniang was pulled out by her arms and pushed out, her bumpy body just pressed on Song Qingshu's body.

The little radish that served as a couple's bed for the two simply spit out a mouthful of blood and died again.

Ignoring Ruan Yu in his arms, he pushed her away and Song Qingshu hurriedly got up and hurried to the door, while eagerly explaining: "Father, Hong'er is talking nonsense for a while, please listen to my explanation!"

"You are all sent by the devil! I don't want to listen, go now! You are no longer welcome here!"

Before he could finish speaking, the priest, Monk Yang, had already slammed the door of the church, almost flattening Song Qingshu's nose, covered his face, and sat staggeringly on the ground.

"What a bull! I don't care about my aunt anymore!" After suffering such a big loss, Hongniang Xing was already so angry that she pouted, pointed at the church door through gritted teeth, and immediately dragged the little radish's upturned feet with one hand. , holding Song Qingshu's right ear in one hand, dragged it up and walked home.

His ears were crooked and painful, and while being dragged along, Song Qingshu stretched out his hand to the broken church with grinning teeth and yelled at the top of his voice.

"Sweet potatoes!!!"

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The business failed, and life had to go on. Fortunately, Han Juan had grown enough peppers and used less, which was enough to last for a while, but this cheap sweet potato porridge was about to disappear. Old man Xing stood on faith Jianghu probably refused to break his promise to deliver meals to Qu Botao, so as a last resort, the three of them went to the grain and oil market with coins in their pockets.

In the early and middle periods of the Ming Dynasty, social prices were stable, and one tael of silver could buy seven or eight tans of rice, which was almost nine hundred catties, but now it is no longer possible. Not to mention the Northwest, which does not produce rice, the price of rice has reached [-] yuan at this time, and the price is still rising. The price of local wheat is also [-] to [-] yuan, and the price of millet is also high. After walking around for a while, the three of them didn't dare to make a purchase for a while.

Wandering until the sun was in the west, the three of them fell on an old farmer who went to the city to sell food and hurried home like hungry wolves. Song Qingshu had seen what it meant to be a female man. With deceit and threats, the old farmer was so frightened that he almost cried, and the price of rice was reduced to [-] Wen.

A load of grain in the Ming Dynasty was about 120 catties, and the old farmers were really anxious to go home. They didn’t even need their poles and baskets, so they turned around and left. If they stayed in the city overnight, they might have to spend a lot of money!But if you don’t stay, the world is very chaotic nowadays, maybe all the food money you finally sold will be lost, either stolen or robbed.

As the able-bodied man among the three, Song Qingshu took it for granted to carry the burden. Who knew that when he got up, he was crushed by the heavy shoulder pole and almost spilled the rice. Xing Hongniang slapped him away impatiently. He picked it up with ease.

Following the two of them listlessly, Song Qingshu finally understood that, because female men have rank, compared with Xing Hongniang, the female men who carry water by themselves in later generations can be regarded as ladies!
He also picked up some leftover wheat, corn, and little radish in the grain and oil market, and Song Qingshu had the least experience. He was still sweating coldly under the weight of the basket of wheat, and made little radish laugh again. When people were about to leave the market, Song Qingshu watched the sweaty old farmer who had just bought grain walk out of a rather impressive shop with a silver letter written on it.

"There is also a bank at this time? Let's go and change the money into silver?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but his eyes lit up. He didn't want to throw away the dime steel coin in the future, and he detested the trouble. Now he doesn't even have banknotes, or he can't say that he doesn't have them. , but the depreciation is almost the same as toilet paper, and it is heavier than copper coins.Carrying a large bag of antique money, Song Qingshu has long been annoyed.

Who knew that after taking a look at it, Hongniang Xing immediately showed disgust on her face, and snorted coldly with disdain: "What bank? It's all a bank for officials. They exchange money here, and I'll give them a tael of silver more Fifty Wenhuo consumes money, and all you drink is the blood of ordinary people!"

Song Qingshu was dumbfounded when he heard this. In his era, he was used to going to the bank to deposit money and get change. Who would have thought that there would be such a roadblock, but Song Qingshu asked in confusion: "Then what is this old man doing?" Want to change money? Isn't it stupid?"

"It's not because of the official dog!" Now it's Xiao Luobo's turn to intervene. Looking at Yinlouzi, he also showed a kind of extreme disgust, and said viciously: "What kind of whipping method was used by Prime Minister Zhang before?" In the past, the payment of grain and labor for the government became full of silver, and the copper coins were not collected. As a result, the common people were forced to sell to the grain merchants and suffer another exploitation! This old man probably made his family The last bit of food was exchanged for money, and I don’t know what he eats in spring.”

"Hey~ The official characters are two mouthfuls, and we eat muddy legs." Xing Hongniang couldn't help sighing at this moment,

She knew Xiaoluobo's background, a family of ten or so guarded a few acres of Susukida, and the little food they produced was hardly enough to pay taxes. There were six brothers in the family, four of whom were eunuchs and sent to the capital. The eunuch doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. Xiao Luobo is born with a disability. If Mr. Xing hadn't adopted him, he might have starved to death when he was a child. It's not because his parents were cruel, but because they couldn't afford it!

Listening to the sighs of the two, Song Qingshu couldn't help being silent. He talked about a whip method when he was in school, but he often boasted about Zhang Juzheng's contribution to saving the decadent economy of the Ming Dynasty. But now it seems that the achievements of these emperors and generals are all the flesh and blood of the people and the bones of the common people!
Feeling emotional for a moment, Song Qingshu immediately felt creepy again, now it is only the first year of Chongzhen, the more chaotic peasant uprising has not yet started, life is so hard, wait until a few years of war and chaos, people cannibalism, how can you live!

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No matter how emotional he was, he had to continue to live, and when he returned home, Song Qingshu had to hurry up and get busy.

The wheat has not yet been shelled, and the corn is still in its shell. Although there is a stone mill in this house, there are no livestock. He and Xiaoluo have to be livestock, pushing the heavy millstone to grind the grain. Well, using rice, wheat kernels, millet and ginseng to make porridge can also handle Qu Botao's side, but the cost has increased a lot.

Also, the main business of selling roasted sweet potatoes during the day was about to fail. Seeing wheat, Song Qingshu thought of another popular food in the future, pancake fruit. Grinding some flour by himself and selling pancake fruit at a stall was a way to make a living.

But as soon as the idea came up, it disappeared immediately. These days, eggs are really like what a Taiwanese variety show host said later, eating a meal of tea eggs is a Chinese New Year!Even if you feed two chickens yourself, the eggs are not as easy as selling them directly. How many people can afford the pancakes that are commonplace in later generations?
After grinding the grain, it was already dark. After eating the porridge made by Han Juan, Song Qingshu, who was about to fall apart for the first time, missed the fat slices of meat and chicken butt that he threw away when eating in the cafeteria.

After dinner, Old Man Xing called Song Qingshu over.

"Give me a penny!"

These days old man Xing seemed weird, he seemed to be more concerned about Song Qingshu, but today, when he opened his mouth, Song Qingshu was taken aback, the amount of money is quite a lot for them, especially when life is so tight these days, A copper plate can't wait to break it in half.

But after only hesitating for a moment, Song Qingshu took it out of the money bag he kept without hesitation, not to mention that the sweet potatoes belonged to Old Man Xing. His own determination is what he should do no matter what he is asked to do!

After taking the money, Old Man Xing didn't say anything. He wobbled his cigarette bag and went out. Song Qingshu didn't ask what he was doing.

After tidying up the bowls and chopsticks, one or two hours a day can be considered free. Lying on the cold bed, Song Qingshu put his hands on the mattress and flicked the movement keys of CF repeatedly, thinking of the days when he was in the dormitory.

At this time, the door creaked open again, probably Old Man Xing came back.

Really curious about why he wanted a penny, Song Qingshu couldn't help but get up, went out to greet him, and wanted to see what he bought.

Unexpectedly, just as the door was pushed open by a corner, a cold, hard and powerful hand suddenly grabbed his neck, and the violence and murderous intent revealed in the eyes under the black cloak made Song Qingshu feel cold from the back of his head to the tail in an instant The vertebrae, the feeling of death, really came over.

"Let him go!"

Xing Hongniang's angry roar recalled behind her back that a large Hebei gun left over from her performing arts days went straight to the back of the uninvited guest and pierced it in the back of the uninvited guest. In hand.

Xing Hongniang is also a person with kung fu, Song Qingshu has seen her strength, but that person only has one hand, Xing Hongniang blushed and couldn't pull out the gun.

The gun seemed to have taken root, and it couldn't move in that person's hand...

(End of this chapter)