Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 265

Later generations Song Qingshu once passed Datong by train. At that time, it was the largest energy base in China. It was a developed city with coal bosses’ cars all over the streets. You can find RMB if you look through the trash cans. region, but now, Song Qingshu can't see the Great Harmony in the impression of later generations.

Coming here, Song Qingshu seemed to have returned to northern Shaanxi.

It’s a big plain, the fields on both sides have been abandoned, and the middle of the ridges that can be seen at a glance are full of weeds. There used to be a town when you came out of the mountain, and Song Qingshu didn’t stay there. This will be fine, let’s go After traveling for more than ten miles, I saw three barren villages, and none of them was inhabited. In the end, I had no choice but to settle in the fourth barren village.

"What kind of broken place is this?"

The houses were almost collapsed, and Little Carrot wanted to turn over some cotton wool to escape the cold, but he couldn’t find one. When he pulled it out, he brought out a nearly rotten corpse, which fell off and was left behind by the Black Death. The dander, the unlucky little radish quickly took a few mouthfuls, and simply curled up with arms folded and squatted in front of the fire.

In order to catch up with Song Qingshu this time, Hongniang Xing obviously didn’t bring many things. Don’t look at it is June, now it’s the Little Ice Age, and the Northland has always been called Hu Tian’s August, which means flying snow. It’s cold enough at night, and in the afternoon She is full of heroine style, and now she is also shivering from the cold, huddled around the fire like a quail, but in the cold war with Song Qingshu, Xing Hongniang hummed and turned her head aside.

Really couldn't see it, Song Qingshu stood up helplessly, put his arms around her, and put her in his arms. Fortunately, the fox fur traded from the Mongolian tribe was big enough to wrap the two of them in it.

The sweet potatoes in the fire gave off a burst of fragrance, and it seemed that they had returned to the days when the two of them sat next to each other in Xi'an, with Song Qingshu on his shoulders, Xing Hongniang's cheeks showed a little nostalgia, humming After a few sounds, the wine gourd was unscrewed and handed to Song Qingshu's mouth.

"Drink!"

"Girls, drinking too much every day, what a shame!" Song Qingshu took a sip unceremoniously, and Song Qingshu still didn't forget to make a mockery of this girl, and Xing Hongniang snorted and curled her lips when she heard it: "I want you to take care of it!"

No wonder Saibei people are willing to drink strong alcohol, burn their knives down their stomachs, and feel like a fire is burning in their stomachs. It warms up a lot at once, and camping in the open air doesn't seem to be so uncomfortable. The camels drove into a circle and surrounded them, arguing with Hongniang Xing without saying a word. Unknowingly, Song Qingshu's eyelids became heavy and he was dazed.

I don't know how long I've been dazed for a long time, but suddenly there was noise in my ears, and I tugged on the fur coat unhappily, but suddenly fell asleep sitting up, half of my body was numb, and a wheel fell to the side Song Qingshu suddenly woke up, It was only about three o'clock at this time, Hongniang Xing had disappeared beside her, and the camel was still there, but the other guys couldn't see her, and in the distance, I could only hear little radish grinning and yelling what the hell.

With a jolt, Song Qingshu jumped up and ran over quickly after escaping from the cold cast iron pistol. Outside the camel, a group of soldiers and buddies were all there. The head of little radish was buried in the crowd and it was impossible to see it. Xing Hongniang's fiery red hair The strong outfit of the samurai can be seen vaguely.

"What happened?" Song Qingshu hurriedly walked to her side and asked eagerly.

"The radish got up at night, it's hell, Zhou Tou counted things, lost some dry food!"

Following Hongniang Xing's finger, in the faint light of early morning, a few dark things came into view. They looked like people, but they were much smaller, and each of them was extremely sensitive. On the flat plain, in the blink of an eye, Going far away like a rabbit, one of them turned his head suddenly, and the green light in his pupils made Song Qingshu's heart shudder.

"Commander, there have been too many battles here, and there are a lot of dead people. It is said that this kind of cricket ghost is a guest soldier from another country who died in battle and cannot return here. There is no one to sacrifice. Often when merchants pass by, Just steal steamed buns from the caravan, and if they happen to have something from their hometown, steal it as well!"

"It's best not to provoke this thing. Light an incense stick and put it on the side of the road tomorrow morning. Let's go there, and he won't pester us anymore!"

There is a seasoned caravan guy next to him, explaining to Song Qingshu, but looking at the leaving figures, Song Qingshu is startled into a cold sweat, the grain bag is not far from his back, and he can be seen by God. I touched it without knowing it. If this thing has malicious intentions, bites or stabs myself, the body will be cold by now, right?
I have watched too many thrilling ghost movies in my previous life, and I have killed many people these years. Song Qingshu is not afraid of these things anymore. He got angry and brought out a specially made Nepalese machete hanging from his waist. Waving: "Lead the horse, catch up and have a look!"

"Marshal!" The caravan guy wanted to object, but Zhou Yuji had already led the horse over, and a dozen or so soldiers also got on the horse, followed Song Qingshu, and chased them out.

Chasing a few black shadows at night is really like fishing for rabbits in a haystack. I could see some shadows before, but after running for more than ten miles, I simply lost them completely, as if those things were really ghosts, so I went back to the ground , it was already dawn, and it seemed that there was no way to continue running, so Zhou Yuji also tried to persuade him.

"Marshal, don't be hungry!"

After running all morning, with a hungry stomach and cold wind, Song Qingshu was still in a state of embarrassment. With a groan, he reached out his hand helplessly to stop the team, and the group led the horse back again.

It was dawn, and things became clearer. When I came here, I thought it was a barren haystack, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a deserted Zhuangzi. Datong has witnessed the decline of the guard system. It was replaced by recruiting soldiers, and a small half of the tax revenue of the Ming Dynasty was actually on the shoulders of these guards. Now, the guards established at the beginning of the founding of the north have been dilapidated and almost disappeared, and most of them can run. They all fled from the famine, leaving these deserted villages left here.

When the Roman Empire fell, it was also when this kind of village was abandoned and deserted. The houses covered with weeds seemed to indicate this kind of decline, and occasionally a crow or two flew by.

Anxious to join the caravan, Song Qingshu didn't care about the ruined villages. There were too many deserted villages passing by, but before the cavalry passed by, Zhou Yuji, who was running ahead, suddenly reined in the horse's reins.

"what happened?"

Song Qingshu asked in astonishment, but Zhou Yuji didn't speak. Instead, he hurriedly turned down the firecracker he was carrying on his back, and then fired the gun. This is the advantage. You don't need to light the match, just raise your hand and shoot, and the gun flies out. But seeing the half-collapsed broken house, a black shadow ran out quickly.

"It's that thing from yesterday! Hurry up!"

Shouting in surprise and kicking the horse's belly, Song Qingshu hurriedly rushed into the village.

More than a dozen war horses from the Mongolian grassland snorted and arrived in the middle of the village in a blink of an eye. However, the black shadow came and went quickly, and disappeared in an instant. In annoyance, Zhou Yuji reloaded the medicine with a sullen face, almost The other soldiers were also scattered around looking for it. Suddenly, Song Qingshu sniffled, snatched the pear flower gun from Xing Hongniang's hand, and savagely picked it at the thatch pile not far away. .

But then, Song Qingshu almost didn't spit it out, a shriveled woman's head was exposed, but there was only one head left, the smaller half of her body was shaved like a bald sheep skeleton in a butcher shop. The flames were burning inside the dilapidated house, and there were still black things roasting on the fire, and a smell of barbecue came to the face, and a dozen or so black things were huddled in the corner.

In the astonishment of Song Qingshu, a black shadow suddenly sprang out from the ball of straw he picked up, and bit his leg fiercely. The painful Song Qingshu really groaned, and kicked the thing suddenly. go out.

"Ogre, die!"

Really frantic, he pulled out his pistol suddenly, hugged Song Qingshu and wanted to hit him, who knew that Xing Hongniang, who had been watching in astonishment, pressed his hand suddenly.

"Fool, wait!"

(End of this chapter)