Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 412 calm down
"It's not handsome, you are a bully!"

He Jin, who was following closely on the wall, couldn't help rolling up his sleeves. While looking down at his unshaven face, he complained in a northern Shaanxi accent: "The last time those local bastards besieged our cannery, the general recruited us There are tens of thousands of local people, this time there are no less than [-] starving ghosts stopped outside by Nine City Soldiers and Horses, this one will naturally come to us for food again!"

"Commander, give the order! Throw a dozen bombs down, and then a burst of random shooting will ensure that all these poor ghosts will be sent away!"

To be honest, this area occupies half of the river, the ground is full of rocks and mud, and people are constantly hitting the wall. Song Qingshu panicked when he saw it, but he endured it, and he still didn't pull out his gun.

"No, once there is a massacre, the reputation of the Beggar Army will be ruined! We still have to gain a foothold here!"

"Master, call the workers now, stop working today, and drive these guys out, right?"

In the past when he was fighting across the Central Plains, the battle was not a happy one, but he followed Song Qingshu, and his life went up, but maybe he hadn't been excited for a long time, so he put the grenade back aggrievedly, and He Jin asked for instructions helplessly.

It is impossible to count on the Nanjing Imperial Army. As long as it is not real swords and guns, thousands of people will die, and a fight is fine. After pondering for a while, Song Qingshu finally nodded.

This time, the established trade union had an effect again. Male workers who were usually quite popular in the weaving factory and the canning factory recklessly rushed in, shouting loudly: "Brothers, someone is here to grab the job. The group of bastards outside surrounded our factory again, once they are smashed, the jobs of the big guys will be gone!"

"The group of vampires in Yangzhou copied the price of food outrageously. Everyone knows that, for the sake of jobs, everyone copied guys from me and killed those bastards!"

There is really a trend of labor movement. The leaders of various trade unions shouted, and the workers in the workshop put down their work one after another, rolled up their sleeves and rushed out.

This is really a battle of 10 people. The doors of several factories are suddenly opened, and the workers of the company with sticks roared and rushed out. The hungry people who were still smashing the doors were caught off guard, and their faces were covered in blood. But the back is full of people, no matter where you can get out, there is a hula here, and there are people crowded into a pile, which is extremely lively.

"Thieves, eat grandpa's fist!" I couldn't hold back for a long time, and He Jin jumped off the wall in a daze. His weight of about [-] or [-] catties directly hit dozens of people, as if recalling Reminiscing of the blood boiling when I was fighting with the officers and soldiers, I grabbed a hapless ghost and went up and slapped him left and right. The soldiers were raging, and the generals were raging. The soldiers jumped down from the top like dumplings, and quickly cleared a large area.

Looking at this scene, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel his heart itch. Seeing the success of the battle, he also couldn't help it, slipped down from the wall ladder, rolled up his sleeves and went out through the open door .

After coming to the south of the Yangtze River, although there were a lot of intrigues, at least it wasn't like in the north, where you had to sleep with a weapon on your pillow, and learned martial arts from old man Xing. After a long time, it was strangely boring. Going out with big strides, I happened to meet two guys howling and about to rush in and grab something. Song Qingshu took a black tiger out of his heart, and immediately grabbed his bow and turned into a shrimp-like guy. The other guy took his turn and kicked the two of them one by one. Go outside the circle.

He Jin was only annoyed seeing people running past his front line, and seeing Song Qingshu rushing out in person, this guy couldn't help but whistle: "The commander is here, brothers, come on!"

With this voice, the soldiers of the begging army who haven't fought for a long time are even more morale, and they rush forward regardless of the face of the beast.

How could the tens of thousands of people who besieged the factory be able to withstand such an impact, they were immediately scattered. However, unlike the last time, these people's resilience was beyond Song Qingshu's imagination. Last time, they ran away after being hit twice, but This time, they were beaten with blood all over their faces and lost a lot of teeth, but these robbers were still shaking and trying to charge in.

The vigor at the beginning of the war was almost worn out, and the tens of thousands of workers who were called out began to get anxious, and some of them hit harder. Song Qingshu saw many people being beaten to the ground, and couldn't get up.

Accidents kept happening. On the other end, Song Qingshu picked up a mob collar and just sent him flying with his fist. A workshop worker next to him, who had been slapped several times, suddenly supported the hapless ghost with a bruised nose and a swollen face. up.

"Second uncle, why are you?"

There was more than one incident. Before Song Qingshu dropped the thing in his hand in surprise, several workers on the right knelt down next to a mob who was beaten to the ground in disbelief.

"Brother, you are not farming in your hometown, why did you come here! Fifth, you are the only one who beat the elder brother!"

It doesn't matter if they knelt down, suddenly there was a vacancy behind Song Qingshu, and suddenly a wolf howling sounded from behind him: "Kill this official, and everyone will have something to eat!"

The hair on the back stood up, turning around, Song Qingshu saw a skinny guy like a monkey turning a big piece of wood, and went straight to his forehead to shave, it was too sudden, and he couldn't avoid it at such a short distance , Relying on his experience in previous battles, Song Qingshu gritted his teeth, put his elbows on his head, and planned to take it hard.

"Do not!!!"

Who knew that at this time, a scream suddenly sounded behind the two of them, and the skinny monkey that fell from the stick stopped unexpectedly, and murmured: "Miss Yu'er!"

But in the next second, there was a sudden bang, the thin monkey's body trembled violently, and a puff of blood spurted out from the back. The hands of the jade head trembled, but it was the firecracker that Song Qingshu gave him. high.

This gunshot also ended the chaos. This is probably the first time Yu'er raised a gun to kill someone. She was also stunned there for a few seconds, but she threw the gun, horrified. He ran over quickly, not caring about getting dirty, and hugged the skinny monkey in his arms, at a loss, crying and apologizing.

"I'm sorry, I, I'll call you a doctor right away!"

"Yu, Miss Yu'er, I, our whole family like your song!" Wow spat out a mouthful of blood, the thin monkey tremblingly grabbed Yu'er's sleeve, begged inarticulately: "Please, I , my daughter hasn't eaten for several days, please, give her a way to survive!"

"Please, please..."

"Hey, wake up!"

Pushing the thin monkey violently, Yu'er cried out in horror. After a while, she turned her head in a daze and looked at Song Qingshu tremblingly. Then, the row of workers on the right just knelt down and knelt down on Song Qingshu. before writing.

"Marshal, I beg you, disasters have also hit my hometown. The officials forced taxes and forced people to die, but the big landlords took away the last bit of food from the tenants and sold it to those vampires in Yangzhou. I beg you, Take them in! We don't need wages, just give the big guys a bowl of food!"

What is the hometown complex, that is, Song Qingshu never imagined that among his workers, there are so many fellow workers from the same country. Then, the cry of pleading spread quickly, and those mobs who came to rob the factory with all their strength also followed Kneeling down and howling, for a while, the whole Yangtze River seemed to be filled with that cry.

"Father handsome!"

Standing up staggeringly covered in blood, Yu'er also held Song Qingshu's arm in confusion.

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"Absolutely not! Boss, 50 is already our limit, and the products here are already at full value. At present, our ready-made clothes and silk have been sold to the capital, Chengdu, and Kunming. With more workers and more production, we can only Rotten in the warehouse! We can't afford any more poor people!"

"Marshal, the food is at its limit. This time we spent a lot of money to recruit 100 million dans of stored food, and we have sent 40 dans to the capital. 20 tans cannot be moved as military rations. The remaining 20 tans will be used anyway." Save it for an emergency?"

"Marshal, it's fine to send those victims away with a meal. If the news spreads and attracts more victims to surround us, our begging army will be overwhelmed! Those Donglin Party members have this idea!"

The board meeting room of Longjiang Shipyard was still lit in the middle of the night, and they gathered around the round table. Zhang Mingxing knocked on the table sadly, and then Sun Chuanting shook his head with difficulty, speaking helplessly.

Seeing a large group of big and small shareholders shaking their heads together, Song Qingshu's face was also full of silence, but just when everyone thought that Song Qingshu was going to be persuaded as usual, he suddenly stood up and stretched out his arms to the outside. an arm.

"Everyone, there are 10 lives out there! Even if it wasn't for our Shanxi fellows and brothers from northern Shaanxi, it would still be [-] lives! Everyone paves roads, repairs bridges, donates to temples, and donates meritorious deeds. You just have the heart to watch them starve die?"

After saying this, no matter whether it was the enthusiastic shareholders or Sun Chuanting and several officers of the begging army, they were all speechless and fell silent one by one.

No one would dare to bear such a large amount of crime.

"But, Marshal, we don't have that much food!" Sun Chuanting couldn't help but said, and Song Qingshu sighed helplessly once again.

"Yangzhou has food!"

There is indeed grain in Yangzhou, and almost all of the millions of tans of grain produced in the Lianghuai River and Huaihe River are gathered there, but the famine caused by this price war was provoked by Fushe and the salt merchants. Cao Sanxi was the first to believe it shouted.

"Talk to those salt pigs?"

"Didn't the Donglin Party claim to be loyal to the emperor and patriotic to the country? Now the fierce battle between the north and the Donglu is in full swing. If there is turmoil in the south of the Yangtze River, it will be detrimental to the entire Ming Dynasty. With this point, it is not impossible to talk about it!"

Looking out the window, 10,000+ disaster victims were quietly crowded by the cold windy river, drinking gruel. Song Qingshu suddenly looked away, and said lightly...

(End of this chapter)