Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 239 The Arrogant Thief
Finally, the stinky sock was pulled out of his mouth, and Li Baoer's idiot brother Li Wenjin immediately acted like a bullied child, grabbing Song Qingshu's robe hem and began to complain.

"Brother-in-law, you have to decide for me! With the caravan, we just arrived in Fanzhi County and planned to rest in Liujia Village, but fortunately, a group of unscrupulous people drove our caravan out. Li Xiaoer I just wanted to spend the night in the nearby wild forest, and as soon as the tent was set up, a group of thieves came out, and I couldn’t help but shave off my handsome beard and hair!"

"How can I be worshiped by the girls in Dai County in the future!"

Touching his bald head, Li Wenjin sat on the ground and rolled sadly. Song Qingshu, who was already annoyed by the noise, became even more irritable, and interrupted him with a cold snort.

"You are lucky to come back alive!"

"No, brother-in-law, I...yeah! Li Xiaoer and the others!!!"

He didn't see the death of several guards and fellows, but when he turned his head, he smelled the bloody smell, and Li Wenjin's face turned pale with fright.

Originally, I wanted him to look at the Cao family and not fool himself with fake accounts, but now it seems that this guy is a waste!He couldn't get any useful information out of his mouth, Song Qingshu waved his hands irritably.

"Take them all down, brother who is dead, the buddy's family will give you more money!"

"Yes, handsome!"

The fake officers stationed in Dai County immediately carried the corpses out one by one. I don’t know where they were buried. Li Wenjin and the businessman from the Cao family were also taken away to rest, but the smell of blood in the air was still strong. Smelling the blood, Song Qingshu became even more irritable like a beast, and slammed his fist on the table.

Killing one's own person, not to mention stealing one's own goods, one's body and skin, one's parents, must not be harmed!In ancient times, Cao Cao used to cut off the head of the acting head, and shaved off the hair of Li Wenjin and the merchants of the Cao family. This was a naked slap in the face.This group of thieves are much more arrogant than he imagined, and now Song Qingshu regrets sending Liu Tichun, and he has not returned for a long time. I am afraid that he must have been murdered now.

But since Hun Tianlong and Han Qinhu don't buy face, they don't know when they will have to come to Dai County!Can't lose the hearts of the people who came together so hard, his fists were clenched, Song Qingshu raised his hand in frustration, and Zhou Yuji immediately bowed over.

"Big guy!"

"The musketeer team stopped training, and divided into six teams and stationed in the northeast of Dai County, in case of thieves coming again, let Xing Hongniang's cavalry also patrol this generation, and told Mr. Sun to grab the grain as soon as possible, and when the snow fell, he would turn Fanzhi over Chaotian, I want to dig out these stupid thieves!"

"Obey, the general will do it immediately!"

No wonder Zhou Yuji became the general soldier of Shanxi later, and he handled things cleanly, but Song Qingshu knocked on the table angrily after sending him away.

Day three.

In Chinese history, the ultimate reclamation of wasteland was in the Ming and Qing dynasties. It was also at this time that people changed the most commonly domesticated livestock from sheep to pigs. Today, the begging army is one of the pioneers of this wasteland reclamation. For hundreds of miles, the slopes of Wutai Mountain are now full of neat trees separated into a square, a square of fields, thousands of hoes are sweating profusely digging into the ground, one by one black, red, black and red, plump sweet potatoes are piled up one after another dig it out.

People are forced to come out, and so is Sun Chuanting. This autumn harvest, he was also forced to come out to work on the assembly line. The beggars and sabers of the middle-aged labor force just dig, and the nimble children are responsible for picking them up. Elderly old ladies, women who did not go to the factory to clean up the mud, and finally those aged men in their 50s and [-]s are responsible for transporting grain to the grain storage in Dazhai in the mountains and the cellars of various production teams.

Such a division of labor is much more efficient than the original work of everyone working together. Thousands of people turn hoes together, and they are all harvested in the blink of an eye.

There are not only sweet potatoes, but also potatoes and corn. Song Qingshu knows that after the discovery of the American continent, American colonists and some areas in Europe even used high-yielding potatoes and corn as their staple food. When they found skeletons from that era and did bone identification, The people with the most corn ingredients must be the people from the east coast of America.

These white people can eat it, there is no reason why we Chinese can’t eat it, Song Qingshu is planning to use these as staple food in a short time, watching baskets of bright yellow corn and dark potatoes being carried out of the field, Song Qingshu is in a better mood .

"If these things can be promoted in our Ming Dynasty, why would so many people starve to death and cause chaos in the world? The court officials are really stupid!"

Looking at this scene of labor, following behind Song Qingshu, Sun Chuanting couldn't help saying with emotion at the moment, but Song Qingshu shook his head with a sneer.

"Even if all the princes of the Eastern Forest are aiming high at the sky, besides, they all represent the interests of the landlords and nobles in the south of the Yangtze River. How can they be willing to plant this relatively cheap coarse grain and give up the expensive polished rice?"

"The princes are wronging the country!" Sun Chuanting once again sighed deeply.

In the great environment of the late Ming Dynasty, natural disasters and man-made disasters were mixed together, so we should not just be too harsh on one side. Song Qingshu just wanted to speak to Sun Chuanting, but at this moment, another fast horse came from the bottom of the mountain. Trembling, he managed to carry Shi Tianfu, a fat man who had regained weight, on his back. Far away, this guy yelled loudly again.

"Marshal! Marshal, that guy with the beard Liu is back!"

Liu Tichun is back alive!
…………

It’s still the Jiaduobao Inn, which has been used as a stronghold by the Qihuo Army. A large bowl of stretched noodles smells like beef, and Liu Tichun’s beard is dripping with noodle soup. It looks like he’s really hungry. , I don’t know how many miles I’ve traveled, and I’ve already emptied three bowls of Dahai Bowl, and I’m still eating non-stop.

"The handsome man is here!"

Hearing Zhou Yuji's meticulous shouting, this guy paused for a while, and he didn't know what Zhou Gong vomited, so he choked the last big mouthful of noodles into his stomach, his old face turned red, and this guy finally stood up Clasping fists and bowing salute.

"I've seen the handsome man!"

"Just come back! Get up."

Liu Tichun is considered a talent, and more importantly, he is a local expert. If he loses him, Song Qingshu will really feel heartbroken. Seeing him return safely now, he is relieved. The matter is already like this, and the result of Liu Tichun's recruitment is also very important. Without hope, Song Qingshu casually sat aside, intending to ask him again if he found out where the thief's lair was this time.

Who knew that Liu Tichun's face was full of joy, he didn't eat the noodles, and hurriedly took out a box from the bag like a treasure.

"Marshal, that Hun Tianlong, Han Qinhu admires you very much. Although he didn't agree to surrender this time, it's like letting the little one be handed over to you for worship. Please accept it, Marshal!"

Killing everyone and turning around to show courteousness, what kind of play is this? Song Qingshu lifted the lid of the box in amazement, his face became gloomy again, and he pushed the box back.

"Here, a box of hair? What did Hun Tianlong do with this thing for the commander in chief?" After taking a look, Liu Tichun also cried out in astonishment.

"This is Li Wenjin and Cao Sunzhi's body. The day before yesterday they intercepted and killed the caravan we sent to Daming Mansion for begging for work, and this note, you are a worm in the ground, and I am a dragon! If you want to live like a worm, Thirty-seven tributes of gold and silver! Drink, take the business route of Ningwuguan, and you have to pay him [-]% of the tribute, what a shame!"

Hearing Song Qingshu's sneer, Liu Tichun said sadly and dryly again: "Well, Marshal, the letter was written by Hun Tianlong, which means that you are playing tricks on you!"

"Seven other hammers!" Song Qingshu was already very annoyed, so he simply slapped the box and sent it flying.

"Huzi, how did you meet this time? Can you find the lair of these bastards?"

"Back to Commander, according to the old rules, the younger one contacted the one who was blindfolded and brought up the mountain, rode around the old forest for half a day, and then closed the room for two days, even the windows were not allowed to open. The little ones don’t even know where it is.”

Liu Tichun scratched his head sadly, but he didn't directly hope to find it, and Song Qingshu didn't care, he hesitated, and asked solemnly again.

"Can you recall some details, what kind of clothes are Hang Tianlong and Han Qinhu wearing? Where did the fabric come from? Is there any special noise near your house? Is the sound outside empty? It was built in the village. Or somewhere in the mountains?"

These are all learned from detective novels. Some details provided by the kidnapped can often allow detectives to find out where the kidnapping happened. Hearing what Song Qingshu said, Liu Tichun really put his hands on his head and began to think hard.

"It's quite empty nearby, and you can hear birds and horses. When Hun Tianlong came, he occasionally glanced outside the door. It should be a valley. As for the clothes, they were wearing local homespun clothes, but the two of them carried knives and His bow is a bit special, and the horse he rode when he came here, the saddle is also a bit wrong! Hmm..."

With a sudden slap on his thigh, Liu Tichun said cheerfully: "Yes, I said, why are they so familiar? They are official bows and official knives! Made in Datong Ordnance Factory for so many years! It's no wonder these two bastards can get away with it. With a military background!"

"Officer?"

This matter is more complicated, frowning, Song Qingshu shook his head solemnly: "The two of them have been bandits for many years, and it is not common for them to rob the military's equipment. Judging by judgment, it is too arbitrary!"

"No, Commander, it's not just these two bastards. Eleven of them have this kind of knife. This is not an ordinary guard or frontier army knife. The saddle is specially made by the Datong Ordnance Department. It is used by the frontier army. The ordnance made by the general’s personal soldiers, these days, the imperial court owes them money every year, and the ordnance department even starves to death. The money was set by the Ordnance Department, and the last bit of great work of the Ordnance Department was gathered to make it carefully, and the Ordnance Department relied on this to not starve to death."

"The young one has also been a bandit for many years, and he only managed to get two of these high-quality personal swords. Thirteen of his thirteen people have thirteen high-quality goose-wing knives, all of which were stolen, absolutely impossible!"

"Yes, I still remember that every morning, noon, and evening, there seems to be a bell ringing from the southeast. There should be a monk's temple in the southeast!"

"Official and military background! Near the temple!" Talking about two major gains, Song Qingshu lowered his head and began to think solemnly...

(End of this chapter)