Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

It was a scuffle, but the opponent was exhausted now, while Lin Yuan's side was high-spirited. The two sides fought hand-to-hand. The bandit's defeat was expected. When the opponent fell down last, Lin Yuan had already He didn't have much strength left, and he felt that this day had exhausted his physical energy for two lifetimes.

In the era of cold weapons, physical energy consumption is much faster than in modern times.

"Have you counted, how many people are there?" Lin Yuan was dealing with wounds in the bandit's stronghold. His back, arms and thighs had deep or shallow wounds, which could only be washed with clean water and wrapped with clean cloth. .

Lin Yuan: "It hurts, it hurts!"

Zhu Yuanzhang said with a smile: "It will be ready soon, my master, just your flesh and blood, next time let me come alone."

Lin Yuan also laughed: "I can't hide forever."

Zhu Yuanzhang: "Why not? I see that those old men always send their subordinates to do things when they encounter problems, and never do it by themselves."

The son of a daughter does not sit in the hall.

Lin Yuan didn't expect Zhu Yuanzhang to understand this truth.

Although he spoke in plain English, Lin Yuan still sighed.

"A total of 260 people, about a hundred died, and 120 people left." Zhu Yuanzhang said.

Lin Yuan: "Where's the boss?"

Zhu Yuanzhang said: "It's all cut off."

Lin Yuan nodded, he knew that what Zhu Yuanzhang did was right, only in this way, those bandits in the middle and lower classes would be obedient, Lin Yuan took a deep breath: "Clean things up, we will rest for two days before going back, and cook with fine grains today , and cut more meat."

The bandits have bacon, chicken, duck and fish.

The fish is salted fish, and they still have a lot of salt in their hands.

Looking at these trophies, Lin Yuan felt that robbing bandits was a good way to make a fortune.

"There are so many of them." Lin Yuan was holding rice that had been shelled and had some bran in it. These rices were not comparable to modern ones, but they also had the unique fragrance of rice. Lin Yuan chewed a piece of uncooked rice , After confirming that this is new rice this year, not old grain, I feel better.

The Lin Jiabing, who was resting and sluggish, regained his energy in an instant, looking at Lin Yuan with red eyes, and those who didn't know it thought they were going to gang up on Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan said again: "There is still bacon to eat!"

"Ahhhh!"

“White rice and meat!”

"My God, this is the life of a landlord!"

For them, rice and meat are luxuries, and being able to eat them once in a while is a better day than Chinese New Year.

Because it is a group of rough old men, few of them know how to cook, Lin Yuan can only ask the original cook of the cottage to do it, and there are three big men watching beside him, the cook finished cooking tremblingly, and he stretched out his hand obediently, tied up again.

The conscience of heaven and earth, he is a cook, he was originally cooking for a merchant, and these bandits robbed him, and by the way, he, the cook, was also robbed to the mountain. He has killed livestock in his life, but never killed people .

But he didn't dare to speak, he only dared to stay in the crowd, pretending that he didn't exist.

They used bandit bowls and kitchen utensils, ate bandit meat and rice, and ate deliciously one by one. Even those who were seriously injured struggled to get up and asked their comrades to feed themselves a few mouthfuls. While looking at the bandits with contemptuous eyes.

The boss said, those of them who were seriously injured can recuperate after returning home, and they will only work when they recover. Before they recover, they will eat the same as others, and they will not lose a little food and benefits.

This is something they have never experienced. They used to work at the landlord's master's house, and when they got sick, the master would not give him food.

They also don't think that they were injured because of Zhuangzi, so Zhuangzi should give them preferential treatment. They think more about whether their boss will throw them out to fend for themselves if they are injured and unable to work. They waste food.

Since Lin Yuan made his statement, they felt at ease.

After all, after following Lin Yuan for so long, they all felt that Lin Yuan was a man whose spitting was like a nail, and they couldn't do anything that would be contradictory.

"Take all these more than 100 back?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked.

Lin Yuan nodded: "Take it, these things need to be pulled, and the wounded need to be carried. We can't let our people suffer after winning the battle?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was a little tangled: "If they refuse to accept..."

Lin Yuan sneered: "They are doing things, and our people are holding knives by the side. If they can still escape, then we should be unlucky."

After saying this, Zhu Yuanzhang felt relieved: "That's true."

"It's so delicious." Lin Jiabing, who was eating, sighed in satisfaction, took a mouthful of rice cherishingly, and chewed slowly, lest he might not taste the delicious food if he ate too fast.

Li Da took a bite of the bacon, but he didn't dare to poke his mouth, lest the smell of the meat would escape from between his teeth, and it would not taste so good when he ate it himself.

They didn't speak a word, they buried their heads in hard work, and they looked like they were going to burst their stomachs.

The bandits next to them were startled, frightened and greedy, lowering their heads and smelling, with mournful expressions on their faces.

Their meat... No, it seems that they can't eat this kind of meat. The meat is eaten by the masters and their cronies.

They can even eat white rice.

The bandits were greedy and thought, if they could have a piece of meat to eat now, even if they died in the next moment, it would be worth it.

It's a pity that even if they are going to die in the next moment, they won't be able to eat a bite of meat now.

After eating and drinking enough, a group of Lin family soldiers who had just experienced the first bandit suppression operation in their lives lay sprawled in the stockade, bragging while picking their teeth.

"I don't think the bandits are very powerful. Those of us used to only get ahead and only know how to cultivate land. They are not our opponents. Can we really fight against the court?"

"The court doesn't care about them at all."

"That's right, there are only a few of them."

The inflated Lin family soldiers are getting more and more outrageous. Lin Yuan thinks that he can only go back and give them more training. They can't let their tails go up to the sky. Are they caught?

An inflated team will have no way out.

After resting in the village for two days, after the wounded were in stable condition, they embarked on the road back to Zhuangzi.

The physical work is done by the "captives", and Lin Jiabing just needs to stand aside with a knife.

Lin Yuan also asked for the opinions of those women who were robbed up the mountain. If they wanted to make a living by themselves, he would give them a bag of food. If they wanted to follow him, he would guarantee that they would not be asked to live in the village, as long as they worked hard. Live, and children can afford it.

After saying this, none of the women chose to leave, and they were all willing to follow Lin Yuan.

In fact, this is what Lin Yuan expected. Even if the families of these women are still there, they have successfully found a home. After learning that they have been defiled by bandits, perhaps their future will only be worse.

They are reluctant to go home, preferring to make their family feel dead, and don't want them to know that they have been defiled by bandits.

Lin Yuan also asked them if any of the bandits who were still alive had defiled them.

The women said no, because the only people who came to see them were a few heads in the village.

They regard these women as a harem, they are the earth emperors who occupy the mountains as kings, and the masters even sometimes call themselves Zhen.

The corners of Lin Yuan's mouth twitched when he heard this.

Sure enough, being an emperor is the dream of many people.

After all, Lin Yuan also knows the example of the self-proclaimed emperor after the founding of the People's Republic of China. The most famous one is an old farmer who ascended the throne in a small village, and also appointed the left and right prime ministers and ministers. There are two queens, one is the West Queen and the other is the East Queen. , It took more than ten years to be discovered, and then put in prison.

Another well-known woman is a woman who also imitated Wu Zetian after the founding of the People's Republic of China, but she learned nothing else.

The women put on cotton padded clothes—they were all picked from the dead, but no one disliked them. Most of them were pregnant, and the speed of the journey was not fast. Fortunately, it was the return journey, and there was enough food. The wandering bandits and mountain bandits took the group twice as long as before returning to Zhuangzi.

Because all the strong laborers have been recruited as soldiers recently, the city wall is not manned enough, and it has been stuck in half of the project.

Now that more than 100 bandits have been brought back, their work can be determined.

"I'm not afraid of you escaping either. If I escape, I will spend less food." Lin Yuan said to them, "Whoever performs well will be able to live in the staff dormitory. bed."

"Third son." Lin Yuan called out the name of a bandit.

The third son walked out tremblingly, fearing that his head would fall to the ground soon.

Lin Yuan suddenly smiled: "You have performed very well, you can live in the staff dormitory, and you don't have to repair the city wall. You can train with my people and do it three times a day."

The third son stood there in a daze, he couldn't believe what he heard, he...he can sleep in a house, have a bed, a quilt, three meals a day, just need to be with those who can wear rattan armor Train with someone with a weapon?

Such a good thing?

The third son was so excited for a while that he didn't come back to his senses. After he came back to his senses, he found the gazes behind him of those accomplices who were also captured like him.

Each of them stared at him, as if each of them felt that he had robbed him of the opportunity, with a green light in their eyes, as long as they loosened the rope on their bodies, they would kill the third son in front of them.

All of the fear and hatred towards Lin Yuan has now been transferred to the third son.

They are obviously stronger and more powerful than the third son, so why is the third son treated like this?

The third son swallowed, buried his head, and quickly stood behind Lin Yuan, standing with Lin Yuan's people, as if this would make him feel more secure.

The former partner turned into an enemy at this moment, and the enemy turned into a partner. The third son trembled behind Lin Yuan's back. From now on, he had to hug Lin Yuan's thigh tightly to live safely, otherwise he would definitely Will be torn alive by former partners.

"What about you, two pieces of bean dregs cakes a day." Lin Yuan said, "At that time, there will be supervisors, who will be selected every seven days. If you do well, you can be like him, live in a dormitory, cover a quilt, eat dry food, understand ?"

The bandits said in a muffled voice, "Understood."

These people are still gangsters, they don't take human life seriously, no matter whether they have killed someone or not, once they form the idea of ​​"killing this person, I will have something to eat." The only way for them to resolve conflicts is to kill .

Psychological problems will also occur later, and killing will become the ultimate solution to all problems.

Lin Yuan wouldn't dare to use them if he didn't let them wear off the gangster spirit.

That's why they have to do high-intensity work first, work ten hours a day, move bricks and build walls, do manual labor, even if they want to be demons, they don't have the energy to be demons.

As for the soldiers, after training in the morning, they will start returning to their original posts in the afternoon. They should be farming, hunting, and building walls. However, their working hours for building walls are not so long, and the sky is getting dark. There is no need to build walls, just supervise the bandits.

The bandits have no weapons, can't eat enough, and have to exhaust their energy every day to build walls.

But with the carrot of the third son hanging in front, they will work hard.

Now there are more than 200 middle-aged men in Zhuangzi. Lin Yuan feels that this number is still too small. At least 1000 men can be regarded as a stable fighting force, but if 1000 men...he can't afford it.

At least he can't afford it now. If next year all the surrounding wasteland can be planted with food, even soybeans, he has the guts to call 1000 people.

But that is also for next year, and next year will be the tenth year of Zhizheng, and there is only one year left before the Red Scarf Army uprising, when the horn of chaos in the world will really sound.

These new bandits were handed over to Brother Dao. During this time, Brother Dao, who had been idle for a while, was very excited. He patted Lin Yuan on the shoulder and said, "I knew that fourth brother, you still love me the most!"

Lin Yuan bared his teeth when he was photographed, the injuries on his body were not healed yet.

Brother Dao waved his arms, twisted his neck, and made a creaking sound of bone friction: "I'm so idle that I'm almost useless."

Lin Yuan asked, "How's the blacksmith?"

The last time he brought back a lot of coal, before Lin Yuan left, he asked Brother Dao to take people to try to see if he could melt those iron pots and iron utensils to make a long knife or a long sword, in short, it was just a weapon.

Brother Dao sighed: "It's not that simple, I'm trying!"

If only there was a blacksmith, Lin Yuan also sighed.

Sure enough, there are specialties in the art industry, not professionals, and laymen want to do it, how much effort and time will it take.

It seems that they can only try it slowly, and they don't know that it will be possible to try it out in the year of the monkey.

How great would it be if a blacksmith fell from the sky?

He must be holding him every day.

"You know how to forge iron?" Lin Yuan looked at the little bandit in front of him in disbelief.

He is really short, as a grown man, he looks less than 1.5 meters.

Even now that men are generally less than 1.6 meters tall, this figure is considered short.

Lin Yuan measured his height by himself, and it was only 1.7 meters after conversion. Standing among a group of grown men, he was considered tall.

The working people in ancient times worked all the year round and couldn't keep up with their nutrition. It was difficult for them to grow tall. They were born in landlord families. They ate well and slept well. They could grow to about 1.7 meters 1.7 or [-] meters [-]. This is the limit.

Brother Dao and Yang Zi'an won't grow any longer. They are similar in height, both around 1.7 meters eight. It is conceivable that they lived a good life when they were young.

Zhu Yuanzhang, on the other hand, has emerged as a new force. He grew up to 1.7 meters five even though he was not very good in food and clothing when he was growing up.

The bandit's name is Wu Sansi, his father is the third child, and he is the fourth child. His name is simple and easy to understand, and even his family members are almost exposed. He nodded cautiously, and said very affectionately: "Boss, I am here The village is just a handyman, never killed anyone, never robbed anything, my family used to be a blacksmith, my grandfather and the craft were passed on to my father, and my father passed the craft on to us brothers."

Hmm... yes, it is still a family business with inheritance.

Lin Yuan didn't have any doubts either, after all, there was no benefit for him to lie to himself, only disadvantages.

"Okay." Lin Yuan said, "You can also move into the staff dormitory, but if I can't see the effect..."

Wu Sansi hurriedly reassured: "Master, if you don't talk about anything else, just talk about the craft of blacksmithing. Even if I call my name and forget my ancestors, I can't forget it!"

Lin Yuan was amused: "There is no need to make you forget your ancestors, go."

Sure enough, there was a reason for his time travel. At this moment, he felt that he was God's own son, and he sent a pillow just as he wanted to doze off.

Wu Sansi moved from the shed to the dormitory like a sparrow turning into a phoenix, and shared a bed with his third son. Although it was a bit crowded for the two of us to sleep in a single bed, it was winter after all, and I didn't feel anything, but warm .

Coupled with the fact that both of them are now hostile by the bandits, it is even more sympathetic.

However, they are still fundamentally different.

The third son knelt early and quickly, relying on his knowledge of current affairs.

Wu Sansi relied on his skills.

Therefore, people on Lin Yuan's side have completely different attitudes towards the two of them. They don't think highly of the third son, but they still take care of Wu Sansi.

Wu Sansi lived in a shed for a while, and now he has food and drink every day, a quilt at night, and other times he uses iron to guide his apprentices. In his opinion, this is a good life that can't be asked for. , although he is not willing to bring apprentices, unfortunately he does not have the right to choose.

In this era, no matter what kind of job you are, you are just a carpenter, and you will not finish teaching the craft in one go with your apprentice. In the first two years, the apprentice is almost like a servant, and he can do whatever the master asks. A teacher for one day and a father for life, he is a member of the master's family after eating this bowl of rice.

In the future, not to mention leaving relatives during the holidays, when the master gets old, he may have to take care of the old-age care. Even if he doesn't provide for the old-age care, the money still has to be paid.

Bringing an apprentice out can be as short as five or six years, and as long as ten years.

It depends on what the master thinks.

And it's not something that apprentices can worship if they want to. Although craftsmen are not very respected in this era, it is also a way to make money. For many farmers, they don't need to plan food in the fields to see the face of the landlord. best way.

After all, they don't have that much money to go to school.

Reading can't change their fate.

The bandits saw that Wu Sansi, a short winter melon, could live in the dormitory, and their eyes became redder. Every time they saw Wu Sansi passing by, they wanted to strangle him to death. This greatly shared the pressure of the third son, but Wu Sansi Frightened out of psychological problems.

He had to follow Brother Dao's ass every day before he was willing to take a walk in Zhuangzi, otherwise he could stay in the blacksmith's shed all day long.

Brother Dao also complained to Lin Yuan: "That dwarf is too timid! I think he can jump three feet high when he sees a mouse."

Lin Yuan poured Brother Dao a glass of rice wine, which was looted from the bandits, and it was much stronger than rice wine. He said with a smile, "If I didn't cause you any trouble, please forgive me a little bit, and he will strike iron."

Brother Dao led people to fiddle with him before, but he didn't figure out why, and he also deeply understood the importance of blacksmithing, so he sighed and said, "Hey, I see, if he is thrown back into the group of bandits, he will Can be torn apart by those people."

"However, I see that group of people are obedient now. They dare not go west when they are told to go east, and dare not go north if they are told to go south. How can they be so obedient? They don't look like bandits!"

Lin Yuan didn't know how to explain it to Brother Dao, it was a complicated question.

Just like when he was a small leader in the company before, the employees below would sometimes have negative emotions. At this time, he promoted an employee who was slightly better, but not much better than others, so that other employees would feel "" We do the same thing with similar abilities, so why was he promoted? Does he have any relationship with his superiors? Did he give gifts? Did he get closer to the leader and flatter him if he has something to do?".

Then all their negativity will be focused on this person who was promoted.

On the contrary, the sentiment towards the company will drop a lot.

In this way, it can be stabilized temporarily. When the company's operation is better, it can be promoted according to ability and contribution, entering a virtuous circle. With high salary bonuses and project commissions, employees will naturally work with peace of mind.

What the bandits are going through now is the first step. Lin Yuan is willing to call this step the "emotional transfer step".

Now they hate these three characters and Wu Sansi deeply, and then feel that they should also be treated like this, so they will be very obedient and will work hard to behave.

When he started to let people into the dormitory based on his performance on the surface, they would naturally return.

But this is an ideal state, and sometimes there are thorns.

Lin Yuan smiled and said, "Isn't this a good thing?"

Brother Dao touched his chin: "A good thing is a good thing, but I just think it's too weird. When I was in charge, those thugs had more troubles than these bandits."

"By the way." Brother Dao said suddenly, "One of the new women is pretty good-looking, and those eyes are pretty good."

Lin Yuan rolled his eyes, knowing that Brother Dao had become lustful, so he asked, "What do you want?"

Brother Dao's old face flushed: "Look at your brother and I, at such an age, there is no one around who knows how to love you. Didn't you save them? Go and ask for me. If it succeeds, I will Just marry her."

Lin Yuan smiled: "I can only ask for you, whether it will work or not is another matter."

Brother Dao is full of confidence: "Okay! I think it will definitely work!"

The woman who was called by Lin Yuan to ask questions shook her head very quickly when she heard Lin Yuan's words. She bit her lip and said, "Boss, I can cook and make clothes, and I can do dirty and tiring work. Don't ask me to do it." Serve men."

Come on, Brother Dao is still a happy old bachelor.

Brother Dao: "What's wrong with me?! Look at my arms, my thighs, and my waist!"

Lin Yuan: "..."

Brother Dao's heart of an old bachelor who wanted to get out of the single was hurt. He was depressed for several days, and he would sigh silently when he saw that woman.

Both Lin Yuan and Zhu Yuanzhang felt that a man like Brother Dao could really give people goosebumps when he became numb.

The author has something to say: Brother Dao is unlucky every day

By the way, the ancients got married. Generally speaking, only rich people had wives and concubines. Poor people had many bachelors. Ten married wives.

There are also walking marriages. Walking marriages were not common in ancient times, but they also existed among poor families and ethnic minorities, that is, a wife lives in the first half of the year in the husband's house, and in the second half of the year in the second husband's house. , The child depends on the month to calculate who belongs to it.