Chapter 412. Dongjiang rhythm
At the gate of Caozhou City, the biggest accident on the Dongjiang River broke out since Mao Jue took over, and the two senior generals fought in public, ignoring the military situation and military discipline of the Dongjiang River, and the impact was extremely bad.
Ordinary~
There was an extra one-eyed blue in his eyes, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks, and his eyes were bursting for a long time, and Shen Rong came to his senses and roared angrily.
"Lao Wen, you're fucking sick! What are you doing with Lao Tzu? ”
"You fucking say! Are you in Caozhou City? Lao Tzu and his mother have all arrived in Shandong, and your mother didn't even take a step out of Caozhou City!"
Another fist slammed into Shen Rong's left eye, and Wen Meng roared in anger that was more annoyed than anyone else.
"Do you fucking know, just because your kid on the dog ~ day is not there, how many people have died on this road! Do you fucking know the appearance of floating corpses along the way? ”
This elimination was so cruel that Wen Meng, who had taken a bath in the pile of dead people, was shocked, however, Shen Rong, who was smothered into panda eyes, was knocked down again, but it was a tumbler that catapulted like a tumbler and scolded angrily.
"Are you fucking sick? Lao Tzu doesn't send troops, isn't he still a military advisor......"
Ordinary, a stone slammed into Shen Rong's mouth, oops, this will add a sausage mouth to him, followed behind, Song Xiance's big-headed son's face obviously showed an unnatural weirdness, and he was speechless for smashing him first, and then the people who sold medicine in the rivers and lakes also followed behind and coaxed, shouting there.
"What Lao Wen said is very true! Shen Rong, how many people have died because of your cowardice, do you know? Lao Wen, I support you! him!"
His lips were swollen for half a circle, listening to Song Xiance's shouting, his eyes couldn't help but widen, and he shouted vaguely to justify, but unfortunately, before the words were explained, he was simmered on the bridge of his nose by Wen Meng's fist, and he was simmered to the ground like a red and green dye shop again, and he didn't talk too much with him, riding on Shen Rong, this thing was a fist and a slash.
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After this person was brought to Caozhou, Song Xiance and Wen Meng finally breathed a sigh of relief, more than 2,400 Dongjiang soldiers were in hand, even if there were tens of thousands of officers and soldiers, Wen Meng dared not to take it seriously, and after entering here, more than 300,000 refugees were also able to breathe.
Immediately afterwards, it entered the Dongjiang mode again.
Line up!
Every morning, Song Xiance personally took his subordinates to the refugee camp stationed outside the city to select people, and then led them into the city, and went around the four gates of Caozhou City, and then set off from the east gate.
I remember that there is a paragraph in the Mulan poem, the east market buys horses, the west market buys saddle praise, the south market buys bridles, and the north market buys long whips! These refugees are cloth shoes at the east gate, long shirts at the west gate, quilts at the south gate, and bento boxes at the north gate.
Xu Dazhuang is one of the 300,000 refugees, an ordinary member.
To tell the truth, although Xiao Yuanying was recruited, Mao Jue's Dongjiang was by no means a benevolent hall, and he fled from Henan to here, and the situation of the victims was only changed from one meal of sorghum porridge planted by Xiao Yuanying a day to two meals of bud rice and sweet potato porridge a day.
It is said that in order to support him, Xu Dazhuang's parents regarded one of his two sisters as a child daughter-in-law, and one simply gave it away, and the rations saved pulled him up as the only man, but even so, those few acres of thin fields are not enough for three people to eat, especially with such a big belly, Chongzhen's eight-year drought, his family is the pillar, and his father is starving because of overwork, Down.
Xu Dazhuang, who was only a teenager, had to call himself as a cow, pull the plough out of the field, and feed his mother's family, but even if there was one less person, even if Xu Dazhuang regarded himself as a cow to call, the work was like a desperate effort, and after a few years, the food in the field became less and less, and it was less and less enough to eat.
In the ninth year of Chongzhen, the mother and son who had been starving for half a year seemed to have finally ushered in a dawn, and it was said that the county came back with a eunuch who visited relatives, and when he left, he had to take a few children from his hometown to make up for the lack of children in the palace.
The parents of the body hair and skin, unfilial piety has three no queens! But I'm really hungry, people can do anything, not to mention the simple matter of giving their little brother to an island, don't look at the pain of cutting chickens, in the Ming and Qing dynasties, it was a poor family's children competing for the beauty difference, which is more iron than the iron rice bowl of later generations!
The succession of the ancestors can no longer be cared about, Xu Dazhuang and his mother are seven aunts and eight aunts ran all over, borrowed two taels of silver to bribe the past, so that Xu Dazhuang was stuffed into the team of a knife, this seems to be the first time in his life to line up, pants are dragged, the guy is straight, seeing that it is his turn, the beardless guy with the bloody scimitar is about to be cut off, and the official broke in.
was spared the pain of a knife, but the impact was to crush the Xu family, this eunuch was a liar.
He's an inorganic plus no egg, yes, but not a eunuch, the eunuch who enters the public has the right to call the father-in-law, and only after the official position in the palace reaches a certain level, can he be called a eunuch, this liar was also castrated a few years ago, but after arriving in Beijing, he was found to have been deceived, and had to stay in Jingshi to beg and wander, a gelding dog that is one level lower than the beggars in Beijing, yes, that's what the people of Jingshi are called.
The use of eunuchs is a privilege only available to the emperor, ministers occasionally use it, and ordinary people who are also rewarded by the emperor do not dare to use eunuchs at all.
But this liar is really a eunuch with a dream, and he didn't fill the vacancy after waiting for two years, but he took a look at the process of selecting eunuchs in the imperial court, the man was castrated, and his heart became distorted, and the liar eunuch who couldn't wait anymore simply pretended to be a eunuch visiting relatives and deceived from county to county.
If it weren't for the fact that a landlord in the previous county also sent his son to cut it, he sent more than a dozen taels, and finally he ran away. The furious landlord's family contacted several nearby lines, and only then did he arrest him.
Two taels of silver is already all the savings of several families, there is no return of stolen goods this year, the fake eunuch was directly pulled out and cut with bewitching words, but the silver was divided between the county master and the master, and Xu Dazhuang, who was hit hard, and her mother simply couldn't afford to be sick, just in time for the eleventh year of Chongzhen, which was also a big drought, and his mother also gave up.
But it really called this kid's life, just started to escape from the famine, he met the Dongjiang refugee group, smelled a porridge fragrance, he made do with it, and followed him to Shandong in a daze.
Every morning, Xu Dazhuang got up early, the first person in line fell in front of the stove, holding a bamboo bowl in front, this head fought for the first to make food, regardless of the heat, he went to the gate of the refugee camp again, where he squatted and ate.
Because every morning, a guy with a big head and a thick neck passes by here to pick people!
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