Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 264

It was already June at this time, and half of Xinding's crops had grown lush and tall. Last year, many landlords also saw baskets of coarse grains harvested by the beggar army. Potatoes are really thanks to these old landlords, who either try to get them or simply sneak into the fields to steal them. Now in the farmlands on both sides of the official road, the green corns are starting to pick up Huizi. Those who are drought-resistant For crops, depending on the situation, this year can be regarded as a good harvest year.

The impact of the Little Ice Age cannot be eliminated within the past few decades. The sun at noon in June looks a little listless, like stale egg yolks. The living workers are also much more relaxed.

Enough playing with horses, now Jiaduobao shop actually brought in dozens of camels, boxes of shiny leather shoes, ready-made clothes hanging on both sides of the humps of these big guys, and a few camels were still alive Eight bicycles were hung up. To be honest, every family has a horse on the grassland. Song Qingshu is not optimistic about the sales of bicycles in the Mongolian grassland. However, the last time Cao Sanxi took one to find some rare things, Song Qingshu didn’t like it. Tuchak Jinong, who knew that movie, liked it. Now, this kind of iron horse that does not eat grass has become one of the best-selling products on the grassland.

The workers at this end were packing boxes, while at the other end Sun Chuanting, a military strategist of the begging army, still had a depressed face and kept persuading him.

"A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and a son of a thousand gold does not sit down! He is just a businessman. Are there still few businessmen who rely on our begging army now? Why bother you to go to the grassland yourself to take pictures of the dangerous place?"

Scarface also came back together. Although he didn't speak, judging by his expression, he didn't want Song Qingshu to go north.

However, while packing up his things, Song Qingshu still waved his hands with a smile: "Okay, it's not like we're gone forever, it's Tumet Khan who invited us to discuss business, and we'll come back after a month or two. , don't we have guys?"

As he said that, Song Qingshu patted the two bulging revolvers in his waist very proudly. There were more than 100 soldiers, each with double revolvers and six drum drums. In these years of fighting, it is estimated that no army can surpass it in firepower. If Song Qingshu gets serious, a tribe of 2000 people can be slaughtered if they say they are slaughtered.

Since the Qing Dynasty, why did Shanxi merchants succeed?On the one hand, they found the right ticket number. On the other hand, Shanxi merchants actively communicated with Mongolian princes. Many Mongolian princes’ pastures and Baozhuang were handed over to Shanxi merchants for management. Almost the whole of Mongolia was about to become Shanxi merchants. Later, it was also Mongolia that gave Shanxi merchants a fatal blow. The invasion of Tsarist Russia made Shanxi merchants lose countless properties. The foreign banking industry also impacted the bank accounts of Shanxi merchants.

The relationship between Jiaduobao Store in Mongolia was almost created by Cao Sanxi and his colleagues. Cao Sanxi traveled through Mongolia in his early years to the Three Pagodas in Liaodong. It is said that Chaoyang City developed into a town based on the shops run by Cao Sanxi, and finally formed a city. However, he is the major shareholder after all, and holding such precious resources in Cao Sanxi's hands is not good for the development of shops after all.

Although Cao Sanxi didn't come back this time, it wasn't the detention Shi Tianfu said. A large part of the reason was that he was caught by human feelings. Shi Tianfu rushed over to report the news as soon as he heard that Cao Sanxi hadn't come back. Song Qingshu was taken aback. After reading the letter carefully, he knew that his popularity had reached the high level of Mongolia. So why Xitu Mote Khan wanted to invite him, a big boss, to discuss cooperation in an all-round way.

Business is one aspect, and politics is another important aspect. The Mongolian tribes north of Datong have been active recently, and Song Qingshu can smell the abnormal feeling across the entire Datong Basin. Dai County is now regarded as his old nest, so he doesn’t want to mess with it. Knowing that he was worried after all, on the other hand, Song Qingshu decided not to care about the peasant army. Anyway, the peasant army survived this disaster in history. Why would I bother to grab the limelight? It would be easy to offend Gao Yingxiang.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to go north to Mongolia, you can still avoid it.

Of course, it's not a waste of time to go there. Song Qingshu brought a lot of goods out of the customs. Seeing that the things were almost packed and the weapons and ammunition were ready, Song Qingshu hugged Scarface and Sun Chuanting helplessly.

"I'll leave it to you. Now you two are Song Qingshu. You can discuss and deal with all important matters when I'm not around."

"Caiwei, you two are optimistic about your family, especially Bao'er, the world is not peaceful, so don't run around when I'm not here."

After exhorting the tearful concubines, Song Qingshu suddenly asked strangely, "By the way, where is your sister Hong?"

"Ah? The concubine doesn't even know!" After waking up from the sadness of parting, Caiwei quickly wiped away her big red eyes from crying, and shook her head unnaturally. It was secretly shrinking back.

"Forget it." Didn't see Hongniang Xing coming to see him off, Song Qingshu felt a strange look after all, but the arrow was on the line, and he didn't care about pursuing it. Sun Chuanting, who had no choice but to compromise, and the handsome man with a scar face all the way, With a yell, he got on the horse, stretched out his hand to put on the melon skin cap, kicked the horse's belly, and yelled that Song Qingshu also joined the team and embarked on the journey.

The first stop is Yanmen Pass, twenty miles away to the north. After all, Datong became a farming area. However, once the war broke out, Datong was almost covered with battlefields, and it played a role in defending against the enemy outside the country.

The Yanmen Pass, which was built on the back of Hengshan Mountain in the north, is incomparably magnificent. This is also one of the only ways for business travelers to go north. A large number of business travelers have already lined up here early in the morning.

But how can Song Daguan use the line?At this time, he also enjoyed a privilege. Qiu Ming, the general guard of the Yanmen Pass, came down to greet him with his own soldiers, and pushed aside the burdens of a dozen shopkeepers who were entering the pass.

Seeing the mighty caravan of more than 100 camels slowly entering Guancheng, the shopkeeper who seemed to be born in Mongolia immediately rolled up his sleeves when he was pushed aside.

"Damn Ge, I've been queuing up all morning, let them pass first if you're so tender? Isn't it amazing how many hunchbacks are there?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"What is Marshal Song and Marshal Zhang, I! I..."

The Mongolian man also covered his mouth and pushed it aside with a guilty conscience. Now who is a merchant in Shanxi, who doesn't want to buy goods from Marshal Song?Most of his needles and brains were brought in on behalf of the county. If he annoyed Marshal Song, he would have nothing to eat!
Seeing that the camel caravans had all entered the city gate, the Mongolian shopkeeper who was cursing just now actually raised his thumbs up: "As expected of Marshal Song's caravan, what a fucking style!"

Song Qingshu didn't know that he had a triple jump in the heart of a bunch of small shopkeepers. Now Qiu Ming can be regarded as a member of the begging army near the core. After entering the customs, he had a meal with him at noon, and learned about the people in the north. The military situation, the caravan left the customs again, and went northward.

But after finally taking the winding mountain road, Song Qingshu had a headache when he was about to leave Mount Heng.

On the official road, a dozen or so horses were lying sideways, leaning against a tree, and a heroic red-clothed beauty in a warrior outfit was carrying a spear, sitting there with one leg flat and one leg arched, with her left hand With a gun in his arms, he held a gourd of wine in his right hand.

Song Qingshu was an out-and-out fan of the fairy sword before time travelling. He looked dazed for such a beautiful lady who looked like Miss Lin in the fairy sword, so he shook his head with a helpless wry smile.

"Why did you follow?"

No wonder Hongniang Xing didn't come to see him off, she copied it in front of her.

"I'm the official wife of Ming Media! You take Caiwei with you wherever you go, and now you don't even leave the little fox, Bao'er. I don't care this time. If you don't take me, I will go by myself. Anyway, I followed Daddy back then. Didn’t run around less often, didn’t you, Carrot?”

The little radish who was leading the horse immediately squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and nodded to Song Qingshu with a guilty conscience: "Marshal, junior sister..."

"Okay!" With a wave of his hand, Song Qingshu simply kicked the horse's belly resentfully and continued to follow the caravan, bypassing Hongniang Xing and walking several meters, Song Qingshu turned his head with a bad temper again.

"I still have to invite you?"

"cut!"

Snorting disdainfully, Hongniang Xing also jumped up swiftly, flicked the dirt on her buttocks, carried her pear flower gun that never left her body, turned over on the horse, and rushed to Song Qingshu's side three or two times. Seeing that Song Qingshu deliberately Turning her head away from her, the girl didn't care, she swayed around, suddenly raised her voice, and sang again.

"Brother, you go to the west exit! It's really hard for me to stay with my little sister, so I hold that brother's hand and send him to the gate..."

Song Qingshu, a later generation, has heard the folk song from northern Shaanxi, so many times. When Hongniang Xing sang it in such a fiery tone, the desolation is much less, but there is more warmth. Listen to it As he spoke, Song Qingshu couldn't help humming along.

Amidst the singing along the way, the last section of the difficult and tortuous mountain road of Hengshan seems not so difficult to walk. Before the sun sets, the vast Datong Basin, immersed in a golden yellow, is revealed in front of a caravan...

(End of this chapter)