Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

"General, someone is coming over there."

The soldiers were standing outside the tent. It was not yet dawn, the fog was thick and the sky was as dark as ink. Chen Bosong opened his eyes. It was clear that he had just woken up, but there was no sleepiness in his eyes. He was not sober as if he had just opened his eyes , He sat up in his coat, put on his shoes and socks and went out. The cold wind picked up and he became more energetic.

Chen Bosong looked into the distance and asked, "Who was sent here?"

Soldier: "It's an old man with a big beard."

Chen Bosong frowned: "Ask your identity, who asked your age?"

The soldier was stunned: "It is said that he is the father of the arrested Master Zhang."

Chen Bosong: "Place people first."

The soldier nodded and went straight down.

Only then did Chen Bosong go back to put on his clothes again. In the barracks, he was wearing armor, which weighed more than 30 kilograms. It was troublesome to put on the armor every time. Two soldiers had to work together to get dressed quickly. Every time he took it off, he sweated profusely. Drenched, his underwear was completely wet, and he had no conditions to wash himself every day in the army. Chen Bosong himself felt that he was about to stink.

The soldier held up the breastplate for Chen Bosong to put on, moved his nose close and said with a smile: "If the general marries a wife in the future, I'm afraid the bride will be smoked to death on the wedding night."

Another soldier also laughed: "Whether the general is willing to marry a wife is open to debate. Our general is a hero, how can there be a daughter who doesn't love him?"

"You don't understand this? Women love literary scholars."

Chen Bosong put on his armor: "Since you talk so much, stay in this tent today and keep talking without stopping for a moment."

The soldiers looked at each other and quickly said: "General, I have nothing to say to him. If I have the time to gossip, I might as well kill a few more enemies on the battlefield, what do you think?"

Chen Bosong took a step forward, followed by his own soldiers.

He took down Runing a few months ago, but Lin Yuan has not sent any man to pick it up, so he can only guard it first. Although Chen Bosong can fight, he can't manage affairs. His idea is also simple, station the soldiers in the Outside the city, soldiers are not allowed to enter the city to harm the people, and people inside are not allowed to enter or leave. Runing is a big city, and the fields inside have enough food, even if it is surrounded for several years, it will not starve to death.

As for the original officials of Runing, they are now under strict surveillance in the military camp.

Ru Ning was difficult to fight, Chen Bosong fought with them for half a year, fought countless times, back and forth, it took quite a lot of twists and turns to win.

But in the end it was due to good luck. Runing City is rich in land, there are countless wealthy households in it, strong troops, sufficient food and grass, and high walls. If they insist, Chen Bosong really has nothing to do.

After all, the siege of the city was difficult. Even if there were siege engines, those inside would not open the city gates. If they fought against them with their lives, Chen Bosong's [-] troops would have to go back in the end.

10 people have to eat as much food just to eat, and Runing cannot be taken down, and it is also very difficult to rely on the food shipped.

Fortunately, Ru Ning was unwilling to procrastinate. If it continued, Chen Bosong would have nothing to do.

Ru Ning has a total of [-] troops, and these [-] troops are not counted as auxiliary soldiers, and all of them are young and strong. The big city can defend and attack. When the situation is not good, it will hide in the city and send archers to help.

Chen Bosong walked into the big tent, and when he entered, he saw an old man sitting inside. The old man was dressed in commoner clothes, the materials were rough, he didn't look like he came from a wealthy family at all, with a gray beard, he looked a bit fairy-tale It's a pity that Chen Bosong is used to the fake appearance of Chen Banxian and his group, so he really can't raise any respect.

"Why is the old man here?" Chen Bosong sat behind the case.

The old man stood up, cupped his hands towards Chen Bosong and said: "I have met the general, I am seventy-four this year, old man, and I have not lived for a few years. I came here today to ask for a favor for my Zhang family."

Chen Bosong's eyes were burning like a torch: "Oh? The old man said."

The old man said calmly: "Dare to ask the general, why didn't you lead the army into the city?"

Chen Bosong said with a smile: "The old man came to ask me for a favor, but he started questioning me. I don't know who is the winner and who is the prisoner?"

The old man also laughed: "The general doesn't need to embarrass the little old man with these words. If the general has the guts, he can just lead the army into the city. Why should he station in this barren place outside the city? As long as the general lets me go, the little old man will be there in the city." With a little bit of thin noodles, each family must be asked to take good care of each family and welcome the general into the city, and the face will be saved, so why not do it for the general?"

"My son is not an important person. The general will let him go, and it will be cheaper twice. Isn't that a good thing?"

Chen Bosong nodded: "It's a good thing."

The old man's expression didn't change, but he still breathed a sigh of relief.

"How many sons does my husband have?" Chen Bosong asked.

The old man: "The little old man is not in good health, and this is the only son, otherwise he would not be able to ask the general to come to him today."

Chen Bosong said with a smile: "Since the old man is here, there is no need to rush away, first go meet your precious son, and talk about the relationship between father and son."

The old man was taken aback, and before he could speak, Chen Bosong greeted his soldiers: "Take this old man to meet Mr. Zhang, tidy up the residence, and stay for a few days first."

When the words fell, the old man wanted to say something more, but the guards were already standing in front of the old man. The two guards were both big and thick, with fierce faces and a battle-tested murderous look on their bodies. The old man could only shut up. Speak up and follow the soldiers to go out.

"My lord, is my son okay?" The old man asked repeatedly after following the soldiers.

He has only one son, unlike other big families in the city, without one son, there is a second one, even if several die in a row, he is not afraid that there will be no son to inherit the incense and continue the family, he only has one, and he himself is 70 If there are too many, even if you want to regenerate, you will not be able to give birth.

The soldiers laughed at him: "Didn't you still turn upside down in front of our general just now? Did you think our general was afraid of you? If you want me to say, your son should be eunuched and served in front of you with his stuff. , you know that our general is not easy to mess with."

The old man's face turned green.

He wanted to yell, but people had to bow their heads under the eaves. If he wanted something from others, he had to lower his posture.

The guards led him through the tent and came to an open space. Naturally, no cell could be built here, but the cage on the prison van could still be made, but it was even worse than being in the cell. The cell could still move around, the cage At most, they would turn sideways, eat, drink, and scatter in this cage. The soldiers came up with a way. In order to facilitate cleaning, they put dry straw in the cage and changed it every few days.

When the old man saw it, tears came down immediately.

"Son, son!" The old man threw himself in front of the cage and looked at his son sitting in it. He was covered in dirt and stinks. The son who used to be decent now has a beard covering his face, and he is not very thin. , but now it looks like a savage.

The old man burst into tears: "Son!"

"Savage" Mr. Zhang also rushed to the cage. A man in his thirties was crying with snot and tears, "Dad, dad, save me! This is not a place for people!"

The old man took his son's hand with a well-maintained hand: "Son, listen to daddy, bear with it a little longer, daddy will definitely save you out, the general won't let go, daddy said, as long as he lets you out, daddy will welcome him into town."

Master Zhang's eyes widened: "What does he want? He doesn't agree to this, what exactly does he want?"

"Son, you've been here for so long, and you don't even know why he keeps you locked up?" the old man said in a low voice, "He must use you for some benefits, but he doesn't know what he wants benefit."

Master Zhang also lowered his voice: "It's not asking for money, it's asking for people!"

"Since he doesn't want to enter the city, he must want gold and women. Father, give it to him, give it to him, and tell him to let me go."

The old man nodded again and again: "Give it all, give it all, as long as it can release you, dad will give him everything."

Mr. Zhang also breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the family would find a way to save him, but he was always worried that the family would not dare to spend all their wealth to save him. After all, he still had a son. The flesh and blood of the family.

He even thought that if he didn't have a son, or if his son died, maybe his chances of being saved would be higher.

"Have you seen enough?" The guard rolled his eyes, lifted the man by the old man's arm, "Let's go when you've seen enough, I really thought the barracks was your home, what do you want to do, how long do you want to stay? "

The old man hurriedly said: "Let's go, Lord Bing, my son hasn't suffered anything, and he hasn't done any bad things. Don't lock him here and let him account for me, okay? In the barracks, you can't run away, and we don't want to run away either."

The soldier smiled: "You old man is very interesting, come on, come with us, the general will not say anything, no one in this barracks dares to promise you, even if you have gold, no one dares to take it."

The old man fumbled for a moment while digging out of his pocket, wondering if he should take out the gold in his hand.

Soldier: "Come here, old man, you are already old, and it doesn't smell good to stay here."

Not to mention, I can’t feel it, but once I say it, the old man also thinks the smell here is unpleasant. The Zhang family is also a big family in Runing, and they have everything they should have. There are hundreds of servants in the family, and they don’t need to do anything with their masters. hands on.

There was a smell of feces and urine, and an indescribable stench, which made people dizzy and dizzy.

Master Zhang subconsciously took a deep breath, his legs softened, and he almost fainted.

The soldiers supported him: "Old man, at such an old age, why don't you enjoy the blessings at home, what are you doing when you come out? Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, right?"

Master Zhang covered his mouth, afraid that he would spit it out.

He looked at the smile on the soldier's face, and wanted to spit at this person hard, and then asked someone to drag him out and beat him with a board. It would be best to beat him to death directly.

But now, he can only say to this soldier with clay legs: "Master Bing, I will take my time, I will take my time, and I will leave slowly."

Master Zhang was sitting on a stone pier beside him, his hands were shaking all the time.

That General Chen, what exactly does he want?

Money, power, beauty?