Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 81

If placed in later generations, Song Qingshu would definitely be a typical example of environmental pollution and destruction of ecology, because wherever he went, black smoke would start to rise.

On Funiu Mountain, which is more than ten miles away from Shazigou, the thick black smoke is also hovering over the top of the mountain. If you stand in the air and have a bird's eye view, a blazing line of fire is spreading from the foot of the mountain to the middle of the mountain.

The dead wheat quickly became scorched black in the raging fire, spit out all the energy absorbed from the sun, and finally turned into flying ash in the sky.It is the farmers who suffer the most. Seeds are sown into the land with drops of sweat. They loosen the soil every day and eliminate insects every month. However, when it comes to the harvest season, there is no harvest. The result of a year of hard work was devoured by the fire, and that feeling was really heart-wrenching.

Many bandits from Funiu Mountain set fire to the fire and wailed loudly at the same time. The clouds were gloomy for a while, and Song Qingshu's heart ached when he heard the sad voice.

Don’t burn it, let’s not say that more than half of the wheat is completely withered, even if some wheat ears are harvested, the wheat grains are as shriveled as Song Qingshu’s salary for the first month of his internship. If he has time to harvest wheat, he might as well do it something else.

Song Qingshu didn't have the strength and courage to raise more than 5000 bandits for a year, so he had to gamble!
September in the Ming Dynasty belongs to the lunar calendar, which is equivalent to August in later generations. When he was in his hometown, Song Qingshu remembered that some people planted sweet potatoes and potatoes in July and August after harvesting the crops. He can still reap a crop. Now he has neither the late-maturing variety nor the plastic sheet for later generations. Whether he can save a year's ration for Funiu Mountain in the next two months depends on whether God will give him a way to survive.

Potatoes like potassium, and the ashes of the burned straw just replenished their fertility. After waiting for a long time, sweating, watching the fire finally burnt to the top of the mountain field. Wielded the hoe.

"Sacrificing to God!"

Jumping the big god, the four villagers resisted a statue, but it was neither a land father nor a Buddha, but a cross, nailed with the roughest wood, and hung a wooden sculpture of a bare-bottomed old man on it. Next to the fields, more than 2000 bandits from Hao Funiuzhai beat their heads under the cross like kowtows, some of them were blacked out.

No way, the foreign monk Tang Ruowang is an expert in planting high-yielding crops in the Americas. I am only a two-handed swordsman. If I really do it, I have to count on him to be the commander-in-chief, but I promised him to preach in Shazigou, and the progress is very fast. Normally, Tang Ruowang was obviously sulking these days when Song Qingshu came here, and he didn't pay much attention to him. If he wanted to ask him to come out of the mountain, it would be impossible without any real expression!Everyone in this village has believed in Christ, and the foreign monks should not be able to delay it.

But being invited from Shazigou, seeing the scene in front of him, Tang Ruowang's old face was obviously twitching continuously. After a while, he simply grabbed Song Qingshu's clothes corner in frustration, and even spoke his mother tongue out of anger. , angrily yelling at Song Qingshu.

"No, no! The mass is not like this at all! It should be led by a priest and teach the audience to sing hymns! This is a pagan act! Also, it is already approaching winter, and even the most productive crops have missed the time. Go against the sky!"

Can you win the bet? Most of it is done by Tang Ruowang at the beginning. How can there be time to teach Christian etiquette to poor people who most of them have big characters and don't know a lot?Seeing that the foreign monk was about to put down the pick, the impatient Song Qingshu simply grabbed his collar viciously and asked, "Isn't God omniscient and omnipotent?"

"Of course!" Never would have thought that Song Qingshu would actually discuss theological issues with him at this juncture, and Tang Ruowang subconsciously responded in astonishment, but soon Song Qingshu roared with red eyes.

"Since this is the case, why does the Almighty God care how his believers worship him? As long as he is sincere! If you are so picky, do you think God is narrow-minded?"

Whether or not God has a personality, the West is divided into several rows, and bloody conflicts have been going on for centuries. It is so serious that Tang Ruowang certainly cannot admit that God is narrow-minded. The monk fell into Song Qingshu's language trap.

Even so, the tongue-tied Jesuit still flicked his sleeves angrily: "Even so! It's too late for farming now, and if the seedlings are planted, they will freeze to death before they are harvested! You're still wasting your time!"

"Father, you don't believe in God at all?"

Traveled thousands of miles from his hometown to Daming to preach, and even had the consciousness to die in this foreign country. It can be seen that Tang Ruowang's fanaticism, Song Qingshu actually said that he did not believe in God, this sentence hit the soft spot of this kind old priest again , he was so angry that he jumped up and wanted to fight Song Qingshu desperately. Seeing this appearance, Song Qingshu didn't care about pretending to be aggressive, and hurriedly shouted again.

"When God guided Moses out of Egypt, God was able to use divine power to part the Red Sea for him. If God was willing to cast his dawn in the east, he would not care about the time of one or two months. You must believe that God is omnipotent!"

I am an old Christian, and Song Qingshu taught me a lesson. The twitching face of the old foreign monk turned green and white, and finally let out a sigh of relief: "If the seedlings freeze to death, don't blame me for not reminding me! "

It can be said that this old stubbornness has been dealt with, and he was relieved, unable to cheer, Song Qingshu once again hoeed at the worshiping crowd: "The worship is over, go up the mountain, and farm!"

The more than 5000 family members of the bandits in Funiuzhai were also organized by Song Qingshu into more than 40 production teams according to the appearance of Shazigou. , These bandit families who were infected with religious sentiments were really like fighting a war. They fanatically carried their hoes and set foot on the land that was still somewhat hot, and more than 2000 hoes were brandished high.

Seeing that it was all over, he despised Song Qingshu helplessly, and the foreign monk also ran up the mountain with his priest's long robe. After a while, his Nanjing flavor came. Shout out.

"The pit has been dug shallow!"

"The seedlings are too sparse, plant three!"

"Oh God, you idiot!"

Old man Xing planted thousands of catties of potatoes and sweet potatoes this year, half of which were given to blacksmiths, and the other half was basically dragged to Shazigou by Song Qingshu. It's a pity, but this thing is poisonous and inedible, so it was all stored as seeds by the foreign monk command, and now it's all used.

First use a hoe to loosen all the soil in the wheat field, and after mixing it with plant ash, bury the sprouts from potatoes and sweet potatoes and a small piece of potato that was cut off in the ground, and sell them carefully to serve the people. Ordering coarse grains, a group of bandits and villagers really caught up with the intensive farming that served fine grains.

After three or four days of hard work, 5000 people changed shifts four times in a row, and the [-] acres of Funiu Mountain field finally appeared in green clothes under the scorching sun. Song Qingshu was relieved to read, time It really depends on God's will if it is snatched out, and Song Qingshu, who has never believed in God, had to pray to Marx and Grandpa Mao.

God, do your best!

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Whether everything will be successful or not depends on God's will. After busying with farming, Song Qingshu shifted his energy to the military affairs that made his blood hurt.

Staring at the strong sunlight, more than 100 young men stood sweating profusely in the school grounds in the cottage, facing the sun, not allowed to move at all, even the guy above his head. Walking back and forth with a cane, to see if anyone dares to move, he will whip him immediately.

In the midst of a severe drought, the autumn tigers in Shaanxi in September were still fierce. Even if they were shirtless, many people's skin was red from the sun, their backs were covered with blood, and their pants were wet with sweat.

After standing like this for an entire hour, finally a bandit couldn't stand it any longer. A guy with his head tilted and eyes hanging was the first to yell and sat down on the ground, yelling unconvinced: "No more practice, no more, this Why don’t you torment people? Just go up as hard as you can during the war, and stand under the sun, and you’ll look like a fool!”

"You know Qiu! Qi Jiguang, does Grandpa Qi know?" At this moment, Li Tiezhu became miraculous, shaking his head and recounting the past: "Grandpa Qi took the Qi family army to be transferred to the chief soldier of Ji Town, once he was transferred to the towns of the Great Wall for a military parade, but the military parade At the beginning, before Marshal Qi came, it started to rain coldly. All the other town soldiers went to hide from the rain. Only 3000 Qi’s troops stood still staring at the heavy rain. Only such an army could resist the Tatars in the north and destroy the Japanese pirates in the south. 15 people have defeated [-] people successively, and they are holding knives, which makes you stand in the sun, can't you stand it?"

Li Tiezhu's voice was stern, and the bandits around were speechless, but the guy who sat down seemed to be playing tricks to the end, sitting on the ground and yelling: "We are just a group of thieves, how can we compare with Grandpa Qi's heavenly soldiers? "

This question really caught Li Tiezhu, Song Qingshu taught him this allusion, how would he know, why should a group of thieves be trained according to Qi's army's specifications?

But when Li Tiezhu was speechless, a gentle voice came from behind.

"Isn't Zhao Laosi? I heard that you just married a new wife, and there are old parents and a younger sister at home, right?"

"Ah? The big boss!" Looking back, he was shocked. He didn't expect Song Qingshu to know everything about his family so clearly. The shameless bandit hurriedly jumped up and bowed his head, saying: "The big boss is right. !"

More than 100 accounts have turned over their more than 1000 accounts. Recently, Song Qingshu has started to manage Funiu Mountain. He is still quite prestigious. He can be understood so clearly by Song Qingshu. In the fear of Zhao Laosi, he is still a little happy, but the amiable Song Qingshu But the topic suddenly changed.

"The thieves we did were decapitated. We were forced to die by the government, so we came to eat this bowl of U-turn rice, Zhao Laosi, if one day the government sends troops to hang us, they want to kill your father and mother , robbed your daughter-in-law and sold her to the south as a slave, what should you do?"

"Of course he fucked those sons of bitches!"

Not only Zhao Lao Si blurted out, but the other bandits also nodded viciously. Who knew that Song Qingshu stared at him again and asked, "What if the government sends officers and soldiers like Qi's army!"

"how can that be?"

"What's impossible! This is Shaanxi, and the three sides are just a few hundred miles to the north! Maybe one day the frontier soldiers will kill them. They are robbers who really kill people. Just because you are now, even your own wife and children I can't even keep it!" Song Qingshu asked sharply as his tone suddenly became fierce, staring at Zhao Laosi.

"Are you willing to see your relatives being slaughtered and bullied?"

If you don't have the ability to set up a great future for these bandits, then you can only give them urgency and touch.Listening to Song Qingshu's questioning, the speechless bandits stood upright under the sun again, and the photos were more ruthless than before!
Looking at Song Qingshu, he also stood together with the bandits against the sun with his hands tied. On one end, the scarred face that had just come out of the earthen house, his eyes couldn't help flickering heavily...

(End of this chapter)