Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 63 Miserable
The art of war is really everywhere in life, just like this tax collection war, first Bai Wenxuan used the strategy of luring the snake out of the hole to lure the villagers away from their village in their advantageous terrain, and then used both Tiaohulishan and half-crossing to attack, a fierce tiger led A flock of sheep can defeat a pack of wolves. Without the leadership of the strong man, the villagers are still sheep in the hands of wolves and tigers.

Then it was another tactic to exhaust the enemy. Bai Wenxuan dragged the strong man for half an hour, that is, an hour. The physical strength of a strong man, in the end, he uses the combination of fighting the few and using his own strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses.

Don't you have infinite strength to resist fighting?I won't confront you head-on!Chili powder smoke bombs blinded him, and with flexible ropes and nets, even Monkey Sun had to be trapped.

In short, it's all a trick!

When Song Qingshu and the young revolutionary generals led the strong counter-revolutionary leader back home, Zhang Xianzhong had already cleaned up the villagers. Don’t look at five or sixty people, old and young. The leader, with a water and fire stick, knocked down a few brave ones, and the rest knelt down and begged for mercy.

When Song Qingshu arrived at the entrance of the village, Zhang Xianzhong was swearing and arresting people, but he saw Huang Mianhu standing on the big rock at the entrance of the village, raising his voice and roaring non-stop.

"You gangsters, resisting taxes with force, will all of you rebel?"

"Without the Emperor Taizu back then, all of you would have to be slaves to the Mongol Tartars! Now that the court is using money, all of you are refusing to serve the court for the sake of the petty profits of your family, right? Lock it up! If you don’t make up the tax arrears from last year and the year before within three days, just wait for the body to be collected!”

Song Qingshu was tired of listening to this, kidnapped the ticket with bandits, and clamored that they would tear up the ticket within three days if they didn't pay the ransom.But before Song Qingshu was powerless to correct him, Zhang Xianzhong saw them first, laughed and jumped off the rock.

"Stupid brother, you are really wise and stupid! Haha, mother, can't you be a scumbag? How did you get caught by my stupid brother's trick?"

Going up to give that bull-like strong man a slap on the forehead, Zhang Xianzhong finally saw that Song Qingshu and Bai Wenxuan's clothes were stained with a lot of vomiting marks, and hurriedly asked with concern: "Stupid brother, old Bai , what's wrong with you guys?"

Mentioning the Xing Hongniang and the little radish pulling the rope almost made me laugh out loud, Bai Wenxuan faltered and didn't come up with a specific reason, and before he did, Song Qingshu hurriedly was full of cut spots Nodded: "Slapped!"

"Don't say anything, good brother!" So touched, Zhang Xianzhong went up and gave Song Qingshu two big hugs, and the two rolled their eyes again.

"You put these gangsters in shackles and take them to a nearby village to show them what happens if they refuse to pay their taxes. I will take my brothers back to the city to see a doctor!"

"Catcher, don't worry! We're here!"

Listening to Zhang Xianzhong's order, the police officers who were shackling the tax-resisting mob like wolves and tigers almost all responded excitedly.

"Brother, let's go! Let these bastards play the rest! Let's go back to see the doctor, and then go drink!" Pulling Song Qingshu, Zhang Xianzhong laughed and walked towards Xi'an City. The disgusting feeling just now disappeared without a trace, and he hurriedly walked to the front, being dragged by his sleeves. Hearing the crying and howling from behind, Song Qingshu couldn't help but turn his head and take a long look.

It's like bandits entering the village!A dozen or so fast-tracking kidnappers, chicken catchers, chicken catchers, and even the honest and honest bastards all followed a big fat pig and ran around with a grinning grin, especially Liu Dazhuzi, who was usually unsmiling. , obviously his eyes stayed on Xing Hongniang for a moment, Song Qingshu actually watched him with a ferocious face, grabbed a young woman from the village, and dragged her to a secret alley while she screamed, why didn't he say anything? Metaphor.

There were cries of women and children everywhere, the pottery at the door was shattered, a woman was holding a rice bag and refused to let go, and the arrester who couldn't pull it for a long time was furiously whipped over, and the other four The ten-year-old policeman held a small half of the silver so that his yellow teeth almost fell out, while the other old woman was sitting on the ground, slapping her thigh desperately and crying.

"This is life-saving money for my old man to buy medicine, what a crime!"

Song Qingshu seemed to have only seen this chaotic scene in some anti-Japanese dramas of later generations. Song Qingshu couldn't bear to listen to the miserable voice, so he simply covered his ears, and hurriedly followed Zhang Xianzhong to the city with his head sullen.But even so, it was still like a huge stone weighing on his heart, making him unable to breathe.

It was an apocalyptic feeling!

……

At any rate, Song Qingshu completed more than half of the work entrusted by the criminal old man, and Zhang Xianzhong's face and status were preserved. When he was happy, Liu Dazhuzi, Zhang Erlenzi and other seven people all stayed in the urban management team of the Ming Dynasty on the spot. Pi ate the imperial rations, and a few police officers who fled were kicked out of the reactionary ranks.

Song Qingshu took over the power of the Xing family class, and set a date for marriage with Xing Hongniang. I don't know what this girl thinks. After more than two months of separation, she dragged Han Juaner to Song Qingshu's small shop to help , Watching the old criminal keep muttering that the girl is not allowed to stay.

Four who accompanied the old criminal to sell sweet potatoes, eight who helped in Song Qingshu's small shop, and those who joined the police team, although the small shop still seemed a bit too crowded, basically everyone could make a living Eat, so you won’t go hungry, although the pickering in the store can do whatever the Xing Hongniang does, there is always a sour smell.

But these days Song Qingshu didn't have the heart to mediate his harem relationship anymore, the food requisition that day was always stuck in his mind like a big stone, even the guests could see that the silly shopkeeper seemed not happy recently.

It went on like this for three days, and on this morning, Zhang Xianzhong unexpectedly came to the shop not long after it opened.

The reputation of the fast catcher is not good, the official, the official looks down on it, the min, the min is still poking his back, Zhang Xianzhong will not come easily, for fear of affecting the business, it is rare for him to come once, Caiwei dropped the broom out of curiosity, excited He ran inside and shouted: "Brother, Brother Zhang is here!"

"Brother Zhang, drink water!" He was dragged into the store with great enthusiasm, and when he arrived in the backyard, Xing Hongniang brought tea and snacks with a full smile. She was so gentle and skillful that she almost didn't look like the violent girl when I first met. The eyeballs almost popped out.

After a while, Song Qingshu, who was covered in flour, threw his hands down and hurried out. Now Song Qingshu almost changed his image towards Zhang Xianzhong, an ugly and cruel guy. No matter how cruel Zhang Xianzhong was in history, now he treats himself But it is interesting enough, what position do I have to accuse him?So upon hearing Zhang Xianzhong's arrival, Song Qingshu came to greet him with a smile on his face.

"Old brother is not busy at the yamen today, how come you have time to come to brother?"

"Why, I've delayed my brother's blessings, don't you welcome me?" Huang Mianhu was rarely able to joke, and Zhang Xianzhong joked with a smile as he glanced left and right with ambiguous eyes.

Xing Hongniang didn't read very much, but her face was full of question marks, she didn't know what is the blessing of Qiren, Caiwei blushed, stomped shyly and stomped the three-inch golden lotus and slipped aside, Song Qingshu herself blushed a little, Then he replied angrily: "Little brother is just curious and has a rare time. Brother, if you don't go to Widow Zhao, you can come to my brother. It won't be the closest. Where can't it be?"

After Song Qingshu glanced down obscenely, Zhang Xianzhong shook his head angrily, and said with a helpless smile, "You have such a mouth!"

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense. Brother, I don't want to go to the Three Treasures Palace. Recently, the government has business to do. If the fat and water don't flow to outsiders, I will come to you, brother. Let's make a total of it. Last one!"

Song Qingshu didn't understand at first, but after listening to Zhang Xianzhong's explanation, he finally understood what kind of business Zhang Xianzhong was here for.

It is also related to the sudden taxation. The tragedy of the tax-resistant village shocked the villages. All the men were taken away, the animals in the village were wiped out, and the whole village was short of food and clothing. The women were humiliated, and watching the yamen servants escort the men of that village to parade through the streets, the terrified people had to tighten their belts and hand over the last bit of valuables.

Since the later period of Wanli, China has not been peaceful. The three major campaigns of Wanli brought out the last prestige of Ming Dynasty. The suppression of the chaos in Bozhou also exhausted the power of the people in the northwest, and it was the third year of severe drought. Where are the common people when they are so green and yellow? Is there still money to be handed in?Forced to be helpless, the things handed in were miscellaneous and everything. The government received food and silver, and these things would naturally be sold and exchanged for cash.

Following Zhang Xianzhong to the government office, Song Qingshu was also shocked by the spectacular scene in front of him.

Pigs, cows, sheep, chickens and ducks stuffed the backyards of government offices, making Xi'an Mansion in Ming Dynasty look like a barn, tattered clothes, half-woven cloth, jars of unknown age, Broken bottles, armor, and even farming tools were handed in and piled up in a pile of hills.

There are more than 20 children shivering and curled up in the corner of the wall, and most of them are girls. If the little girls in future generations are hurt, it is too late, but women in this era are losers.

But even so, if they were not forced to the extreme, which parents would be willing to pay their children as taxes?
Seeing Song Qingshu staring at a group of little girls in a daze, even Zhang Xianzhong sighed helplessly this time, and murmured, shaking his head, "This year is another year of catastrophe, maybe there will be no harvest in autumn. I don’t know how many of these rent-collecting villages will be left next year? It’s said that the Holy Son of Heaven is in power, but what’s going on in the world? The common people are starving to death, and the officials are forcing taxes every day Aren't they afraid of turning ordinary people into thieves?"

"Immortals are stern, if it weren't for the fact that there is nothing to make a living, I would have wanted to pull out this dog's skin a long time ago!"

Zhang Xianzhong yelled and cursed angrily, and Song Qingshu felt uncomfortable listening to it, and he also knew that if he hadn't intervened horizontally, the person in front of him would have already joined the anti-thief team exactly like the one outside the city, and took the lead. Resisting the big banner of the Ming Dynasty, feeling depressed, Song Qingshu casually kicked at this, probably the last pile of people's fat and people's ointment scraped by the common people, so he couldn't die. on his feet.

This thing is exactly the same as the water pipe of the later generations, with some strong colors of the later generations, his heart was beating violently, Song Qingshu picked it up suddenly, and asked in astonishment.

"what is this?"

(End of this chapter)