It seems funny that the White Heaven Hall is a thief at night. But, this is the helplessness of life.

But fortunately, Haining is rich. The landlords from all over the country who ran into the city to seek refuge were many stronger, and it was not difficult to find targets. In particular, he is not insatiable in stealing, like everyone else, just stealing some grain, because of the proximity of the war, the price increase is too great, it is really unbearable for those who have not eaten a meal, and then in line with the principle of neither stealing every day, nor stealing too valuable things, just get some food, and start with those rich people. It is precisely because it is a big deal that although there are frequent robberies, the officials never pay attention, and the rich do not bother to report to the officials, and it is simply asking for trouble for this to report to the officials. Most of the time, the butlers of the bitter lord just stood at the door and shouted a few curses.

Ramal joined the gang entirely because he took pity on this little brother. It is not easy to see him begging for a living alone, alone, with a tendon in his head, and also working as a coolie on the dock, he always does the most, but he gets the least, which is always calculated, only relying on the little income of the coolie, and he has to be under the protection of Yang Fan, so he can barely eat enough. Don't say that saving money to marry a daughter-in-law, even if you want to eat meat, it is difficult to sell a pot of wine, let alone anything else. Therefore, I have the heart to take this brother to get some money to supplement the family and deal with the difficulties of this period.

Although Ma Er is a little stupid, his hands and feet are sharper than Yang Fan, a man in his forties. The horse took over this matter of entering the house, and Yang Fan just had to control the wind.

Yang Fan rode on the wall, waiting for the horse to come back. In fact, Wangfeng is just a name, and now, the official who is responsible for patrolling the city and collecting thieves does not come out at all. As a result, looking at the wind has become a way for Yang Fan, who is worried all day long, to look up at the sky scenery and soothe his mood.

He tilted his head and stared at the starry sky in a daze. The night sky is like a wash, the moonlight is cool, and the stars are swaying like jewels to dot the sky. In the ears, there are constantly the sound of the rich family's warbler singing and dancing, coming in the gentle breeze, here, you can also see the soft posture of those graceful singers in the hall of the rich family's bright lights, if it is not for the long howl of the homeless beggar dying in one or two voices, if it is not for the refugees who are crowding the streets and alleys, disrupting such a beautiful scenery, this is indeed a kind of enjoyment.

Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a kind of sadness, the pirates were about to attack, and the rich who fled into the city to escape the disaster still can't forget their drunken dreams and deaths, if they take out their family property, they can let us soldiers who are not enough to eat and wear for them, but this situation did not appear, at that time, the gentry were rich, and they would still rather be drunk and dream of death, but not take out a grain of food for their own bitter people. In their opinion, they should protect them from generation to generation, and they should be despised by them from generation to generation.

"Come on, the pirates, kill them directly, let them know the importance of their people." Riding on the wall, Yang Fan actually had this feeling of revenge.

Yang Fan has been a military household for generations, and he has fought in his bones, and when he was a child, he envied the story heroes of his grandfather's and father's mouths, and the game with his friends every day was to play the game of officers and soldiers catching thieves in the streets and alleys with wooden knives and sticks. When he grew up, he took the big knife from his father's hand. inherited the coveted official body of a hundred households. I longed to go to the frontier one day, serve the country, kill the female Zhida, kill the Mongolian Da, and defend countless Ming people to make contributions and glory to the ancestors like Mao Shuai who insisted on being behind the enemy.

But things are always too far from ideal. When I was young, the world was quite peaceful, my grandparents didn't have any wars, and they worked as a tenant for a long time, or worked as a coolie for the merchants on the dock during the slack time, and only when they were in the middle of the night, they could remember that they were still a military household, and their family was still a soldier, and the so-called war was just in their mouths.

But with the weather, with the rule of officials, with all kinds of factors, the people are not living, and the displaced people from the north began to appear in the south. And the land annexation is becoming more and more serious, the people have no land, but the nominal tax and forced labor are just as much, and even the rich southern Haining neighborhood began to pour in a large number of displaced people. When they were desperate, they began to plunder in groups, and every day there were reports of looting.

In fact, in the final analysis, things are getting more and more chaotic in the north, a Liaodong needs a million military salaries every year, the Ming Dynasty has been financially exhausted, and the north has already been difficult to collect under natural disasters, so the taxes apportioned to the south are heavier, which has made countless people desperate. Hundreds of people were robbed by the landlords and corrupt officials, and there were countless rogues.

In this way, the upper authorities have to rectify the lower guards, so that those who have forgotten their identities will be in the army again, of course, the original quota of 1,002 is now only more than 300. In fact, these soldiers are enough, because his own guard has sent troops to encircle and suppress it several times, and every time Yang Fan thinks that the vicious rogues are all ragged and unkempt people.

They held the so-called weapons one by one, and their eyes were full of despair and numbness looking at their ragged soldiers, everyone, they really didn't know what to do.

Especially, at the time of a pursuit. What he captured was a family of 4 who were hugged tightly together. Two gray-haired old men hugging a grandson who is less than five years old. With eyes open of fear and despair, he looked at him when the only young man in the family, holding a freshly cut stick, faced his team with blood-red eyes. In the man's eyes, he saw anger, unwillingness, and despair.

When the man felt that there would be no hope for his resistance, he just stood and shouted loudly at Yang Fan in despair: "You court lackey, I don't want to be a thief, it was forced by your officials." The world is like this, and I have nothing to say. Now I will snarl before you, and exchange my head for your reward, and my head for your release.

The man finished. The family behind him hugged the man's thigh and cried bitterly. Then the man went straight to his own throat with a snow-white, shoulder-shaved stick.

Yang Fan stood in front of the man at a loss, which was too far from his ideal of serving the country. I wanted to protect it, but I killed it myself, how can this not be frustrating? Yang Fan put that one on the battlefield. Watching them help each other away, one of his men whispered. Four people, according to the rules, that is 2 taels of silver, this is the easiest business in the world. It's a pity, it's a pity. 21. Baidu take a look at the latest chapter of "Lonely Ministers and Jiezhong Literature in the Late Ming Dynasty" for free reading for the first time.

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