Bring the whole war back to Nanming

Chapter 21 Failed Publicity, Successful Recruitment

On the second day, many refugees who came from the north with their families found three porridge sheds in the south of Gaoyou County, each of which was guarded by more than 100 soldiers. In the porridge sheds, five or six farmers were adding firewood and serving delicious white rice. The smell of porridge spread throughout the entire wave of refugees.

"Free white porridge, don't miss it when you pass by, everyone come in and have a look, the delicious white porridge is free to drink, Altdorf recruits tenants! Master Fang is a bodhisattva, the rent is only [-]% of the harvest, friends who come and go Brother, come in and take a look, after passing this village, there will be no such shop!"

The imperial swordsman yelled loudly outside the porridge shed, attracting countless refugees to stop and watch.

"Is it true, the annual rent is only [-]%?"

"I don't think it's true. How can there be such a good thing in this world? If there is, we won't leave our hometown."

"Adversary, they must be liars. Let's ignore them."

"But I'm hungry..."

The refugees squatted outside the porridge shop, clutching their stomachs convulsed by hunger, with green lights in their eyes.

Yes, I went south to avoid the military disaster. How long has it been since I had a full meal? When was the last time I had a full meal?Their memories became blurred, their brains were pounded by the rising sense of hunger, and their reason became more and more blurred.

"Hmph, starve to death the cowardly, feed the bold to death, I'll be a hungry ghost if I die!"

A young man stepped out from among the refugees. He struggled to move his thighs, which were not much thicker than the arms of a swordsman, and tried his best to walk towards the porridge shed.

"Another one who wants to try his luck, I bet you, these porridge stalls have absolutely no good intentions, maybe they are recruiting people as living targets like the master in Xuzhou Mansion!"

After hearing this, most of the refugees stopped unconsciously, looking at this frail body who was unwilling to surrender to fate. His body was so thin that the refugees thought that if there was a breeze at this time, they would be able to move away. He blows away.

Along the way, the refugees often saw such scenes. Everyone who dared to resist the power and fate was torn to pieces and chewed by them, leaving no place for burial.

No one will remember them, as if they had never been in this world, they came quietly and left quietly.

Most of the refugees have the mentality of watching a show, no one is willing to help, they just watch, just like the people watching the fun in later generations, the only difference is that the faces of the refugees are only numb and indifferent.

It was getting closer, getting closer, and the imperial swordsman in charge of guarding the porridge shed found that among the refugees coming and going, a young man was holding back his strength and staggering, and the goal was in their direction.

"Boss, do you want to help him?"

"Don't worry, have you forgotten what the adults said? What we need are persevering warriors, not wastes who give up halfway."

"Can……"

"Okay, if he can walk within ten meters of our porridge shed later, you can help him and bring him in."

"Good boss!"

The young man felt dizzy in his eyes, his limbs were as heavy as lead, his chest was on fire, and he was panting heavily. Even so, his remaining rationality still drove him forward.

100 meters, 50 meters, 30 meters, every step the young man took touched the nerves of everyone present.

Less than ten meters away from the porridge shed, the boy seemed to have exhausted all his strength, his body shook for a while, and he fell straight ahead.

"save him!"

As soon as the captain of the swordsman finished his voice, he saw a familiar figure appearing in front of the young man. His not-so-strong hands supported the young man's chest, half-embracing his body in his arms.

"Master Viscount! Why are you here?"

The person who came was Fang Xiaobai. He picked up the boy and walked into the porridge shed. He ignored Captain Swordsman’s question and scooped up a bowl of gruel. He took the spoon from Boris and scooped up a spoonful of gruel. , blow it cool, and feed it into the boy's mouth.

"Since someone wants to drink porridge, why don't you bring out the plain porridge?" The emotionless voice came to Captain Swordsman's ears like thunder. It is estimated to be cool.

"Sir, I..."

"You don't need to explain. I know what you want to say. How about this? If you are punished, you will not be convinced. From now on, you will take care of this little devil, and you will share part of the food with him. You will take care of him until he reaches adulthood. Can you agree to compensation?"

"Yes! Your lord!"

Fang Xiaobai handed the boy in his arms to Boris, and walked out of the porridge shed: "Dear folks and elders in Shandong, I am Fang Xiaobai, the owner of the Altdorf village they say, and I am opening the porridge shed here today because I can't bear the pain of hunger for you all." , as long as there is a need, just come and fill your stomach with porridge, and I promise not to take any money! Of course, if everyone intends to join my village, this notice is clearly written in black and white, and I will never break my promise with my reputation! "

As soon as these words came out, the refugees who were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs picked up their own bowls and chopsticks and rushed in. If Fang Xiaobai didn't dodge so fast, he might be knocked over by the refugees.

"Hey, folks, don't patronize eating! Consider my proposal! Hey!"

Fang Xiaobai shouted in vain, but no one liked him. It seems that the previous show was a complete failure, and now he has to wait for the refugees to have enough food, hoping not to waste food to feed a group of white-eyed wolves.

Fortunately, the people in this era are relatively simple (to put it bluntly, they are honest). After feeding their stomachs, they sat or half-lyed and scattered around the porridge shed, stroking their round bellies and belching, and did not leave immediately.

good chance!Fang Xiaobai ran into the small tent behind the porridge shed, pulled out a horn made of iron, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Fathers and elders, do you still have enough to eat? If you are not full, there is still white porridge, just enough." !"

"I am full!"

"I'm so full, I can't eat anymore!"

"Thank you, brother, for your hospitality!"

"I haven't eaten so full for a long time."

"Hey, since everyone is full, can you listen to me?" Fang Xiaobai was like the strange uncle who abducted the little girl in later generations. Everyone looks sad, most of you have never been out of the county in your life, and most of you are following blindly when you flee south. Is there an end to your escape journey?!"

Seeing the refugees thinking, I was secretly happy: "Brother, I think you are dragging your family with you. It's not easy to escape!"

"It's not easy. When I escaped from my hometown, a family of ten or so people stopped and went. They were robbed by officers and soldiers, and they were arrested by Tartars. Now it's just me and my eldest son left. What a crime! The sky has no eyes! Woohoo." The Shandong man was indignant, with tears in his eyes. His words spoke out the aspirations of many refugees. For a while, even the sound of belching disappeared near the porridge shed.The refugees are immersed in the painful memories of the process of fleeing.

Did I pick the wrong topic? Fang Xiaobai put down the tin horn and scratched his head. Faced with such a situation, he didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, someone spoke up: "Master Fang, I can't read, I can't understand what you wrote on it, I heard you said earlier that if we enter your village, the land we plant will have a harvest, you just Take a layer, right?"

Finally someone spoke, breaking Fang Xiaobai's embarrassment: "That's a good question, brother. I, Fang Xiaobai, are not some kind of pickpocket. As long as you work hard, I will only harvest [-]% of the grain in good years. If there is any disaster, you will pay for it yourself." There is not enough food for the family, and I will not be cheeky to ask you for a harvest, will I? If you still don’t believe me, I, Fang Xiaobai, swear to God here, if I violate what I wrote and said in the future, there will be a thunderbolt! "

The ancients attached great importance to oaths, especially the common people living at the bottom. The awe of ghosts and gods is much higher than that of the ruling class. Seeing Fang Xiaobai swearing such a poisonous oath, if he doubts it again, he is really nitpicking and finding fault?
"Since Mr. Fang is sincere, and we are not those unreasonable people, I will go with you!" A tall man about 1.8 meters tall picked up the burden on the ground, got up quickly, and came to Fang Xiaobai.

"Count me in, I'll go too!"

"I! I!"

Fang Xiaobai showed a gratified smile on his face: "Okay! Come with me to the porridge shed to get steamed buns. Let's go back to the village together in the afternoon!"

　Thanks to Nazarick, Qianqiuyue Biexi Chujiang and the two brothers for the three recommendation tickets 666
　　


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