Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

In the early morning in the countryside, soldiers hold hoes in their hands. Compared with farmers, their physical fitness is better. After all, Lin Yuan spent a lot of money on raising soldiers, and they are ordinary civilians, and there are not a few who can farm. Even if you don't know how to farm, there are old crops around you who teach you how to do it.

The boys were baffled by this scene, and they couldn't believe that these ghost-like soldiers, whom their parents said were ghosts, would work for them.

The little soldier who gave them candy earlier patted his trouser legs, smiled at them, and turned to get the hoe.

Farmers borrow their hoes from the landlord, and their property is very simple - a house, a few children, parents, and the pottery urn on the stove. They can't even afford an iron pot, let alone farm tools.

These farm tools are all brought by the soldiers, and they are not busy greeting the villagers, and they also know that the villagers are afraid of them. This is a common thing. The common people are afraid of being soldiers. It is a bandit, and sometimes it is even more terrifying than a bandit.

The bandits are still in charge of the court, and the soldiers kill people and rob people's children and property, but no one is held accountable.

It was dawn, and the villagers came out of their houses. They didn't know the exact time like the people in the city, but they worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.

The men wore bunts, some with hoes in their hands, some without—there were not enough farm tools, and they had to wait their turn.

"There seems to be someone in my field..." The scrawny man's eyes widened, and he looked at his field intently. He was afraid that it might be refugees who had escaped from a disaster, and they were digging seeds to eat. That was the guarantee of the autumn harvest. It was their family. living capital.

He yelled and rushed over frantically.

Even if he knew so many people, it was only a hoe for him to rush over, but his brain could no longer deal with the consequences.

All he knew was that if these seeds were gone, his family would be gone too.

The people beside him hurried over to stop him, the man was thrown to the ground, his eyes were red, he was staring at his own land, tears fell silently, leaving a little water stain on the ground below him, Then the water stain disappeared without a trace. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to cry, but he couldn't make a sound.

Only one with a good look said: "Not refugees! They have hoes in their hands!"

"They're plowing the land, not digging the seeds!"

The farmers who were flustered just now finally regained some sanity at this time, staring straight at the people who were working on the land not far away.

Just when they didn't know what to do, a group of people approached, about a dozen of them, but unlike those who went to the ground, they were wearing the same color and style of clothes, and it was obvious that they arrived yesterday Those soldiers.

Farmers with hoes in their hands gripped the hoes tightly.

At this time, they were afraid that this group of soldiers would rob them of their land.

That would also kill them.

In order to survive, even if they are the most honest peasants, they have to take up arms.

"The land in front has been plowed." That's what the leading soldier said.

The farmers were stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.

The soldier said again: "Your land here is pretty good. I saw that some places have not been sown yet, so I planted some potatoes and sweet potatoes for you first. If you don't want to plant them, you can dig them out and eat them. The potatoes have sprouted. can not eat."

The farmers were even more stupid. The village head's son was a little more courageous, and asked tremblingly, "Bing, Lord Bing, what are you doing?"

The soldier smiled and bared his teeth: "We are here to help you at designated locations. From now on, we will be in charge of your company. We will come for spring plowing and autumn harvest. We will bring our own food. This time we will distribute the farm tools to you. The Bodhisattva said that the land here in Runing will not collect taxes for three years."

"The landlords on your side are gone, and you won't have to pay rent in the future." The soldier also said, "Don't be afraid, we have strict control. If anyone dares to enter your house without permission, you will be beaten." He doesn't have to be punished even if he dies."

The villagers couldn't believe a word of what the soldier said, and it was up to them whether to believe it or not, so they could only nod their heads stupidly.

The company commander's surname is Jiang, Jiang Erba. After he became the company commander, he changed his name to Jiang He. He likes this name. He remembers that he lived by a river when he was a child. He can't remember the name of the river. The name changed, but it was still the best place in his memory.

Jiang He smiled at the villagers, and said, "There is a party tonight, you must come."

The villagers didn't understand what the party was, so they looked at each other, and Jiang He said, "I've greeted your village chief earlier, so you don't need to bring anything, as long as someone comes."

The villagers breathed a sigh of relief when Jiang He left with his people.

The villagers discussed in low voices.

"Are they really here to help us with work?"

"What does fixed-point assistance mean?"

"And help us plant the land?"

"What are potatoes and sweet potatoes?"

"I know, I've heard people say that there are potatoes and sweet potatoes in Taizhou, Gaoyou, and they are said to be from foreigners. One mu of land can yield dozens of stones."

"There are so many? I don't believe it."

"I don't believe it either."

"Why don't you believe me? I knew Gaoyou didn't starve to death."

"How do you know that no one died of starvation?"

"Me? I heard it from others when I went to the city before."

They didn't dare to act alone, so they could only walk in groups on the field ridges, as if this would make them safer.

Soon, the farmers also began to plow the land. Spring plowing and autumn harvest are the two busiest seasons of the year. They rely on the food they grow to fill their stomachs. Women also come to deliver meals at noon. The so-called meals are also very simple. Those with a better family background can have two miscellaneous grain steamed buns, while those with a poorer family background can only have wild vegetable buns.

Worse, you can only rely on water to fill your stomach, and mix it with water.

The sun hides in the clouds, the sky is full of red clouds, and night falls.

After a busy day for the farmers, they also watched the soldiers have a busy day, and their hearts gradually settled down a lot.

Then they saw a bonfire burning in the grass, and a group of soldiers came over and led them there without any explanation.

They didn't dare to resist, and followed obediently, but they didn't bring their family members with them as the soldiers said.

So this bonfire party has only a group of old men.

They sat around the bonfire. The villagers were like sheep strayed into a pack of wolves. They didn't dare to breathe or move. They could only watch the soldiers handing out bamboo tubes. Of course, they also shared them.

There is rice wine in the bamboo tube. Most people at this age can’t afford white rice. Even the village head’s family can only eat rice with mixed grains, and the rice is mixed with bran, let alone drinking, which is something that only rich families can have. .

The farmers smelled the sweet aroma of rice wine, and their expressions were a little dazed.

Seeing them stiff, the soldier laughed aside: "Have a drink, how can there be a man who doesn't drink?"

"Is it possible that you are afraid that we will poison you? What are you trying to do? What do you want to do?"

While the farmers did not dare to refute the face of being a soldier, they were really greedy for this sweet rice wine, and finally someone couldn't help but tasted it.

In the dark night and firelight, under the still rice wine, the farmers gradually became more courageous. This is not an indoor room, and there are no rules. Everyone is under the night, and they can see the bright starry sky when they look up.

"How was last year?" The soldier held a bamboo tube in his hand and chewed soybeans fried with salt in his mouth.

"Have some?" He stretched out his hand, a handful of soybeans in his hand.

Such snacks are not common nowadays. The farmer swallowed his saliva, thought twice, and finally took a little bit, and put it in his mouth. The more he chewed, the better the taste. The farmer quickly ate up the soybeans. The soldier didn't care too much, and grabbed another handful of soybeans for him.

The farmer chewed a few more beans, and his words became more casual: "It didn't work last year, the landlord collected [-]% of the rent, and the family didn't have any food, so they sold the old cow."

"My father and mother bought that cow after saving all their lives."

As he spoke, he asked, "How are you doing in the barracks?"

The soldier smiled and said, "I used to be like you, a farmer. Later, something happened to my hometown and I ran away. Fortunately, Nan Bodhisattva was willing to take me in, so I stayed in Gaoyou as a soldier."

The farmer asked in a low voice, "Have you ever killed someone?"

The soldier nodded and took a sip of the rice wine: "Killed."

The farmer shuddered: "How does it feel?"

The soldier thought about it for a while: "I didn't feel anything when I killed. When I went to the battlefield, either he died or I died. I didn't feel anything when I stabbed through."

"I'm busy, I have to clean up my comrade's body after leaving the battlefield, and I have to continue training."

The farmer asked again: "Do you have military pay?"

The soldier smiled at him: "Of course there are, they are all kept. In the barracks, food and shelter are in charge. Farming is less thoughtful than before. Occasionally, you can have a meal of meat. These wines are only available when you come here."

The farmer asked strangely: "Do you always do this? Help others cultivate the land?"

The soldier: "How can it be said that it is someone else? Now you are also the people of Nan Bodhisattva. We are all one family, and this is what a family should do. You farm the land, we fight, and we will have to eat the food you grow in the future. Helping you is helping yourself."

The farmer was stunned. He looked at Xiao Bing stupidly, unable to understand his words.

In his impression, soldiers would only enjoy themselves swaggeringly, occupying their food, their meager money, and their daughters like grand masters.

No soldier ever said anything like that.

"You don't know about Nan Bodhisattva." Xiao Bing said with a smile, "When Nan Bodhisattva came, I lived like a human being."

Xiao Bing: "From now on, we will be in charge of your village. We will come back for the next autumn harvest and grow some food. Your harvest this year will definitely be good. I guess there will be rations for next year."

Xiao Bing whispered, "If I'm still alive next year, I can still help you with the spring plowing."

The farmer took a sip of the rice wine and waited for a while before saying, "If I have money next year, I will buy you a drink."

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