Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 65
It is said that there is no reward for no merit, but the people in Huolu Village are nimble enough. Three carts and more than 2000 catties of potatoes and sweet potatoes were emptied by the villagers who swarmed in within a few breaths. Immediately, every household was raised. Stove, a strong sweet potato, sweet potato fragrance filled the whole village.

At the beginning of spring, Mr. Xing took his whole family to plant these kinds of high-yield crops. The old man planted them whenever he had time. Song Qingshan didn't know how many he had planted. A few days ago, just in time for Liu Dazhuzi and the others to come back, All of them were taken back to dig sweet potatoes for the old man in the outskirts of the city, and finally a considerable number was dug up.

Potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn cobs, and a total of more than 9000 catties of grain were dug up in three or four mu of land, which was almost tens of thousands. This is the kind of barren land in the city. Song Qingshu, who has already experienced the taste of starvation, sucked Tongue, just these few treasures, no wonder the population of China, which has been hovering around [-] million, can suddenly explode to [-] million in the Qing Dynasty. The development of the world is indeed connected.

Of course this is extra.Even though he had just harvested a rather unexpected amount of food, Song Qingshu's face still twitched when the third uncle enthusiastically brought a pot of steaming sweet potatoes to invite several officials to taste the special products of Huolu Village.

"We don't have to eat, we don't speak dark words, the food has nothing to do with the government, it is sponsored by our brothers to your village, and it is not free, you have to help me work!"

As expected of a human being, the leader of the village watched Song Qingshu push away the sweet potato and talked eloquently. The third uncle immediately nodded and smiled, "I understand, I understand, this old man understands!"

Didn't you say you understand a fart?Song Qingshan's eyes widened immediately, thinking that he had guessed what Song Qingshan was thinking, the third uncle's old eyes clicked again, and he threw away the eyes that I am doing things and you can rest assured, and boasted complacently: "The whole of southern Shaanxi, old man Dare to boast, no blacksmith makes swords that are sharper and more durable than those made by our Huolu Village! With that batch of iron materials, our village can produce [-] knives, [-] guns, and [-] arrowheads in a month!"

Song Qingshu just rolled his eyes when he heard this, and I don't rebel, why are you fighting so many swords?
"Aren't you afraid that you will be sent to prison if you are in front of the officials, and Jin Yiwei dares to sell ordnance privately?"

During the Great Han Dynasty, the chaos of the Seven Kingdoms was quelled, and the 30 Han army defeated more than [-] Wu-Chu coalition forces. How did the famous general Zhou Yafu die?Hiding a few armors and a few knives, being slandered and rebellious and being suffocated to death, this is a big matter, and it has to be clarified, Song Qingshan immediately screamed strangely, but the third uncle was stunned when he heard it.

"Didn't the three officials just collect five thousand catties of iron from the village? Didn't they want to turn it into ordnance and sell it for a good price?"

Zhang Xianzhong on the side was also disgusted with embarrassment, so he poked Song Qingshu's sleeve and explained to him in a low voice.

It turns out that this reselling of military equipment has become an unspoken rule for decades. Since the Jiajing period, the guard system has completely collapsed. During the Japanese invasion in the south, it was not uncommon for dozens of Japanese pirates to chase and kill thousands of Ming troops. It was also from that time that recruiting At the beginning, it replaced the Weisuo soldiers as the main force, and the famous Qi's army was recruited.

However, financial bankruptcy in the late Ming Dynasty is also a feature. It has become a common practice for Jiubian to pay arrears over the years. They have almost annexed them, and the soldiers who have no way to make a living are forced to do nothing. All the military regulations are left behind, and the guys in their hands, even the armor, horses, firecrackers, and gunpowder are all stolen and sold.

Otherwise, if Nurhachi's thirteen sets of armor raised troops, and the Jurchen's smelting technology was more than ten blocks away from Daming, where could he quickly equip the Jurchen Eight Banners?Before the Saarhu War, there was also a shameful incident in which Yang Hao, the governor of Liaodong, ordered people to sacrifice the flag. The Liaodong military equipment was so broken that the general did not cut through the cowhide with three swords, and finally used an ax to barely cut off the cow's head.

Let’s not talk about the distance, let’s talk about the immediate ones. These 5000 catties of iron materials are nominally the ordnance that Yulin Town will buy, but in fact, the truth is that Chen Hongfan, the general of Yulin Town, colluded with the eunuch of the supervising army, and secretly moved them out to be sold as ordnance. Give it to the bandits and enrich their own pockets, otherwise, why would they find the wild way of Huolu Village without going through the Ordnance Department?
Even Zhang Xianzhong originally planned to find a team of bandits and refugees to sell the iron to complete the tax collection task.

Song Qingshu's back got goosebumps when he heard this. He still expected to live in Xi'an to escape the war, but now the Ming army surrounding Xi'an took the initiative to sell weapons to the rebels. This is similar to the police selling guns to bandits. What's the difference between letting a bandit rob a bank?
"Brother, the way of the world is like this, there is nothing to worry about." Looking at Song Qingshu's eyes straightened, Zhang Xianzhong sighed helplessly, and poked Song Qingshan again to persuade him.After finally regaining consciousness, Song Qingshu felt a sense of crisis again.

"It's not what you think. I don't want to shoot any ordnance, but I want to shoot some new things, but this thing is quite difficult, and I don't know what a big deal you can do."

Putting aside distracting thoughts, Song Qingshu refocused his energy on the matter in front of him, the rise and fall of the world, and now he, a Colombian snorting moth, has too young wings to fan him so far, as long as he can live well!After taking a sip of water, Song Qingshan regained his composure and spoke slowly.

But before he finished speaking, Zhang Zhuang, who had been nibbling potatoes and dipping them in the smelly farmhouse sauce, was unwilling. His voice was buzzing, and he patted his chest and shouted: "I've been hardened for half my life, and I can't sleep at night. Holding a hammer, if you have something that can stump me, I, Liu Zongmin, will recognize you as your father!"

With a puff, all the water Song Qingshu hadn't swallowed spewed out, choking and coughing, Zhang Xianzhong patted him on the back for a long time before he patted him back, pointing at the tall and burly man, Song Qingshu still Trembling in disbelief, he shook his finger and asked, "What did you say, your name is Liu Zongmin?"

Rushed to the crown and became a beauty, and the iron hoof broke through the dangers of the country!Angry Wu Sangui abandoned the Huaxia country and threw himself into the arms of the Manchurian Tartars. Wasn't this the guy in front of him who robbed his concubine Chen Yuanyuan?It's no wonder Song Qingshu was confused for such a heavyweight person standing in front of him with such a mouthful of yellow sauce cursing.

But at this time, Liu Zongmin's name is no different from those villagers Zhang Asan and Li Goudan. Seeing Song Qingshu startled, this guy picked his nose impatiently, and said in a low voice: "My name is Liu Zongmin 20 It’s been many years, but I can still remember wrongly? Is there something wrong with you?”

I also thought that Song Qingshu's stupid disease was committed again, and Zhang Xianzhong didn't care about eating potatoes dipped in stinky miso. He pushed him back, stretched out his hand and pulled out the blueprint he had drawn from Song Qingshu's arms, and threw it to the third uncle instead of him. Waiting for an ordinary blacksmith, he snorted coldly with full official air: "Don't rush to talk big, my brother's skillful work is not something that ordinary people can produce. If you can't do it today, you can eat ours and spit it out." return!"

Still quite confident in his craftsmanship, the third uncle grabbed the blueprint and looked at it with Liu Zongmin and the others without hesitation, but after just a second look, Liu Zongmin made a strange noise.

"This! What kind of sesame stuff is this?"

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Inadvertently, Song Qingshu had an extra godson. His novelty really baffled a group of blacksmiths, making Song Qingshu helpless. He handed over the shop to Caiwei and Han Juaner, and went to the city every day. Running outside, the group tossed and tossed for more than half a month before tossing out what Song Qingshu wanted.

At the beginning of July, at the side door of Lintong Palace in Xi'an, a strange looking thing appeared there.

The two front wheels support the square car body, and there is a big wheel attached to the back. A strange chain is tied to the wheel at one end, and the other end is connected to the bearing under the car. Two pedals are up and down, made of leather. The triangular seat was tanned and shiny by the sun. Sitting on it, Zhang Erlengzi's thighs climbed quickly, dragging hundreds of kilograms of things and there was a big living person. This strange guy actually started to run by himself.

This thing is Song Qingshu looking at the fire gun tube and suddenly remembered, a living object that he was used to in his previous life, a magic weapon for fighting wits and courage with China's first terrorist army and the urban management army, a tricycle!In the Northeast, people give the nickname "riding a donkey backwards!"
These days, the traffic in the city is still quite inconvenient. For long-distance transportation, you have to find a horse-drawn carriage dealer like Qu Botao, and most of the short-distance transportation has to be carried on your shoulders. Why is there such a job as a porter?People can't get enough to eat, and it costs too much to raise horses and donkeys. Even the dignified palaces are no exception. There are tens of thousands of palace maids and eunuchs in the two palaces of Xi'an, and tens of thousands of servants. Have you ever seen them? I have had my own car.

At noon, I saw such a strange thing swaying through the market, came out from the side door, took off work to find something to eat, all the servants of the palace followed the rear of the car and yelled like seeing a dinosaur resurrected, and there were also those who knew The master who is a bit of culture, the person in charge screamed in the back.

"Master Chenghuang, it's actually Zhuge Kongming's wooden cow and horse!"

He could see sitting in front of the car holding a big basket of radishes, looking like a general returning from victory, facing the dense crowd, he raised his voice arrogantly.

"Box lunches! Selling box lunches!"

This is the purpose of Song Qingshu's big fight, to expand business for his small shop!After all, there are still several big living people in the store who need to be dismissed!

There are tens of thousands of people in the two royal palaces in Xi'an City, but not everyone can live in luxury like King Qin and King Lintong. Song Qingshu once heard eating at his place, and eunuchs with some status talked about it. How inconvenient, this is tens of thousands of fast food users!
The publicity effect of riding a donkey upside down is much better than that of the honking vans of later generations. Sure enough, when they saw Zhang Erlengzi and Xiaoluobo parked at the street corner, the hungry eunuchs and servants immediately picked them up. Surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, on the one hand, he touched the car out of curiosity; Thirty cash, an egg, a few pieces of braised pork, and within a few minutes, the radish was brought out of the store, and the more than 200 lunch boxes packed in wooden boxes were all sold out.

"Hey, shorty, what are you riding on?"

Regretting that he didn't get any food, he left, and when Xiao Luobo was happily counting the money in the basket, a guy who looked like a man in charge of the palace walked over swaggeringly and asked with his head raised.

This question stopped Little Luobo. When Song Qingshu came, he handed over the bike to them and taught them how to ride it. He really didn't tell them what it was called.

But after all, he was a buffoon in the troupe, his eyes rolled around, and a name that made Song Qingshu jump and scold his mother, and he regretted it, blurted out from his mouth.

"This thing is called a silly donkey! It is the incarnation of our silly shopkeeper!"

(End of this chapter)