Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 453 Killing the good and pretending to be meritorious

  Everyone has eaten BMW, how can I be worthy of my horse without fine wine.

  I heard that if you eat the meat of BMW, if you don’t drink, you will hurt your body. Hurry up and get some wine to warm up the bodies of the heroes...

  The words of Zhu Ping'an and Li Shu were like a ray of sunshine in a world of ice and snow, instantly warming the six strong men on the opposite side. They, who had suffered from homelessness, hunger and cold all the way, felt warmth for the first time.

  Of course, they didn't believe in Zhu Ping'an and Li Shu immediately after they had experienced many hardships. They looked at one of the men who seemed to be the leader, and seemed to be very convinced of the leader.

The leading man was tall and tall, with a scar on his face. At this moment, a piece of crude cloth was wrapped around his arm. The blood on the cloth was still wet. Sitting there was like a long bow stretched into a full moon. , full of strength, giving people a kind of brave and aggressive spirit. But although this man has scars on his face, he gives people a straightforward and sincere feeling.

   "Are you sure you don't want to pursue the matter of us stealing the horse?" the leading man looked straight at Zhu Ping'an and asked, his voice was rough and hoarse, like a wheel running over sand.

  Looking at this person, Zhu Pinganjue couldn't help sweating a little on his back, as if he was being targeted by a black bear in the mountains. This person's eyes are as vigilant as a black bear, it seems that as long as he hesitates for a moment, this person will be able to detect it.

"Of course. Horses are just livestock, so how can they compare with human life?" Zhu Pingan nodded vigorously, with a sincere face, then looked at everyone and said, "Don't just look at me, turn over the meat, I can smell it It smells bad."

  Zhu Ping'an's calmness and sincerity in his eyes slowly infected their impetuous hearts and calmed down. The leading man looked at Zhu Pingan for two seconds after Zhu Pingan finished speaking, then nodded slightly to the other men, and then Zhu Pingan saw that the others were completely relieved.

  Especially when Zhu Pingan put the altar of fine wine in front of them when the bun girl brought the fine wine, they had no grudge against Zhu Pingan at all.

   Stealing someone’s horse, not only did they not pursue it, but instead gave us wine to drink. This made several men who suffered from exile all the way directly conquered by Zhu Pingan’s personality charm, and they are very grateful to Zhu Pingan. The thought of silence that arose for self-protection when I first saw Zhu Ping'an and the three of them had already dissipated by now.

   You must know that stealing horse meat is a serious crime in Daming. Horses are the key to dealing with northern nomads, and Daming also values ​​them very much. If they stole the BMW steed, if they were sent off by their masters, it would at least be enough for them to sit in prison for a few years.

  After trust and gratitude were born, the crisis came into contact, and Zhu Pingan also knew their story. In fact, speaking of it, they were considered lucky. These people were originally kind, so they were inspired by Zhu Pingan.

"We were originally hunters at the foot of Yunmeng Mountain hundreds of miles north of here. Our life was beautiful. The water in the mountain was flowing all year round, the mountain stream was clear and sweet, and there were stretches of reeds beside the stream. On weekdays Farming during busy seasons and slack seasons, we go into the mountains to hunt and fish in the water. We have built up our strength since we were young, and our ancestors have also passed down fists and feet, so every time we go to the mountains, we will get a harvest. We can also weave reeds into mats and sell them, although we are not rich. But we don’t have to worry about food and clothing. Natural disasters and earthquakes have never affected the lives of our ancestors.”

   Speaking of this, the faces of the men who were eating horse meat and drinking fine wine couldn't help showing reminiscence expressions, and they missed the old life very much.

   "Last year, the northern Tartars came from the northwest and invaded the capital. Our mountain village was also affected, and our life was ruined." Speaking of this, their faces showed hatred.

   "Has your homeland been destroyed by the Tartars? It's so pitiful." When Baozi's little maid heard this, Baozi's face was full of sympathy.

"Hmph, Tartars? Our brothers responded to the call of the army, and even went to the battlefield to kill a few Tartars! Huh, it's a pity that the Tartars didn't destroy our home, but were harmed by their own family!" One of them sneered. He gritted his teeth and said, with a face full of remorse and hatred under the light of the fire.

   Killing a good person and pretending to be meritorious?

  I don’t know why, these four words were reflected in Zhu Pingan’s mind at the first time, and from the words and expression of this person, Zhu Pingan almost confirmed his guess, so he couldn’t help but sigh.

   Li Shu, who was next to Zhu Ping'an, also had a look of displeasure. She should have guessed it if she was as smart.

  Only the little girl named Baozi on the side looked puzzled, why didn’t the Tatars destroy your homeland, but was destroyed by their own people? No, how could their own people destroy their own homeland.

"At that time, when the officers and soldiers recruited the young and strong in our village, they made a promise that they would behead one enemy and reward them with three liang of silver. We also grew up listening to the stories of Yue Fei and Yang's family generals, and we couldn't see the northern barbarians killing people and setting fire to grab things at the house. In addition, beheading the enemy is more cost-effective than hunting. So the young and strong in our village went to the battlefield to serve the officers and soldiers. At that time, we killed a few Tartars with all our lives. I was beaten with a baton."

   "It's nothing. After waiting for the Tartars to be driven away, our brothers guarded with the army for several months, waiting for our brothers to go home"

   While speaking these words, their eyes were red, their pupils were faintly splattered with blood, their fists were clenched tightly, and their teeth were crunching.

  The story to be told next is a bit shocking, or bloody, as if the throat is being strangled.

Braving bows, arrows and swords to serve as cannon fodder to drive away the Tartars, the young men returned home full of joy, thinking that they would be greeted by their wives and children just like hunting before, but the reality gave them a heart-piercing scene. All they have is the charred village and the cold bodies of their wives and children.

  The surviving people in the village told them what happened not long ago.

  After the Tatars retreated, Zhao Daying, a hundred households guarding the frontier army, reported their meritorious service to the county magistrate. Zhao Daying replied, the leader is Yi Er.

Therefore, Zhao Daying from a hundred households beheaded the heads of the villagers for meritorious service. The officers and soldiers entered the village with sharp knives, chased and killed the villagers, shouting, "Use your heads for it", and slaughtered them all in order to repay their meritorious deeds and kill them. More than 30 households in the village were killed, even infants and young children were spared. Only this old man in the village survived by fetching water outside.

  One hundred households, Zhao Daying, reported fifty-nine heads of thieves beheaded for meritorious service, including thirty-six heads of women and children.

  Qing Zhuang came back to know the truth and was naturally unwilling to go to the county magistrate to beat drums and complain, but the magistrates protected each other!

  The results of the county magistrate's verdict showed that the village was destroyed by bandit soldiers, and Zhao Daying, a hundred households, became the hero who drove out the Tartars.

  The whole village is young and strong, only the six of them escaped by chance, and they were chased and killed by Zhao Baihu along the way, until today

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  (end of this chapter)