Chapter 133: Rivalry (2)
"It depends on whether it's a bachelor or a family dragger, if you have a wife and children at home, then it's more troublesome, about a day and a half, saving a little is enough for two days--- you have to take one or twenty yuan to go back to support your wife and children." If you don't, you can live more comfortably, and you can survive three days by eating a few more patties. "Yes, it's really "do it for one day, play for three days".
"A piece of meat patty in the water, about six yuan, you always have to eat two or three a day, and you have to drink at least two bowls of rice wine a day, otherwise you really can't work."
"Go and ask where you can find that kind of meatloaf around here." Zhu Youlang said hello.
The chief guard knew that he couldn't resist this emperor, so he waved his hand and asked people to ask. "Ah, then you can eat much more than the others, and the people in the fields can't eat meat a few times a year."
"That's right," the man in front of him nodded, "but they're so tired when they're so tired all year round, we work hard every day, so naturally we eat a lot, and if we don't eat this, we'll starve to death." ”
Zhu Youlang nodded and motioned for him to continue, "Moreover, those who farm the land have a few months of surplus grain to eat, and we have the money to spare?" Everyone lives together, and if you have extra money, you have to be careful that people steal it, or eat the most real in your stomach. ”
Four dishes were put on the table one after another, two meat and two vegetarian, and they looked pretty good. When I lifted my chopsticks and took a bite of the meat, I felt a strange smell and bit down with displeasure. And a few people who were brought in for questioning looked at a large table of dishes, but they didn't dare to move their chopsticks, just thinking that the old man would hurry up and pull it down.
"Sure enough, the imperial chef is still good... What the hell does it smell like outside," he complained about the food of these inferior people in his heart, and Zhu Youlang continued to ask, "Then again, what is that black?" ”
"The black thing is to take people's money and help people eliminate disasters." Another person took the initiative to answer, "There are people who ask us to help fight, and those who fight with their hearts are two dollars a day, and those who watch the field are one money, but generally speaking, those who fight are hired more." There are also people who ask for help to ask for debts, and this money is less, and it usually costs a few taels of silver to give each person about one penny. ”
"Hmm. Well, it sounds like a bachelor is comfortable here. ”
"It's true that you are comfortable when you are young, but after thirty and you have no children, who will give you a pension and send you to the end of your life?"
"Even if you have a child, can he still treat you for pain? The difference between dying early and dying late. Didn't you see how the old man in his forties next door got it? ”
Talking and talking, the two of them even quarreled, Zhu Youlang couldn't cry or laugh when he saw it, at this time, someone realized the problem of raising children to prevent old age, in rural China in later generations, raising children to prevent old age often did not have an effect, and the wisdom of working people is really a lot, and they can foresee the problems in hundreds of years.
However, this is what Zhu Youlang doesn't know, raising children to prevent old age was not a problem in the past, just because most farmers can only live to about 50 years old, and there is no such thing as "old-age care", but it is difficult for these people to do things before they are forty, and the natural sense of crisis is much stronger than that of farmers. The question is as ridiculous as why there were no heart diseases in the past--- most people don't live to that age and die for a variety of reasons.
"Alas..."After hearing this, Zhu Youlang sighed and clapped his hands, and the guards around him immediately became nervous, ready to protect the emperor with his body at any time.
"That's it." Zhu Youlang took out three silver dollars from his pocket and gave one to each of them, "This table of food will be rewarded for you." ”
Now, the three of them don't have to work for more than half a month, and they are all overjoyed. As soon as the noble man left, the three of them began to frantically divide the dishes on the table.
"I don't know which nobleman is so generous, such a piece of silver, can go to the central district... It's gone. ”
"You're going? Let's go, take this and go? A man grabbed this lovely little silver cake and said, "Have you used up all your food in one night?" How can we have this life? ”
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Half a month later, Longchuan Xuanfu Division territory.
Although the local officials made an explosion and blew up a section of the track, it did not cut off the road from the Ming army to Dali from Zhongxing, even if it was the old army before, no one had enough to support and the officials and soldiers were tough, not to mention these new officers and soldiers who could be one of the three?
A squad of new troops, carrying rifles and backpacks, walked slowly along the main road around a carriage. A dozen rifles tightly guarded a carriage, and no one would touch this kind of hedgehog, most of these people had food on the cart, and if they removed the food they ate, there was almost nothing in it--- but who would grab it? Although the bandits don't use the Lancaster battle equation, they also know that the firepower in the hands of these people is more than more than forty bird guns, obediently, forty bird guns, if you have forty bird guns, what kind of bandit are you?
Similarly, the Ming army in the car also had this mentality, sitting in the carriage and laughing while walking. Neither in the Han land nor in the Tusi territory, they had never encountered anything dangerous, not even the slightest sign of danger. After walking these dozens of miles, you will have to return to the territory directly under the jurisdiction of the imperial court, and you will soon be able to run to Hanlong County (formerly the Mengmao Pacification Division, and later violently changed into land because of the two ends of the first rat between Ming and Burma) to change into clean clothes and eat a beautiful meal. The shopkeeper who came here gave a reward, and when he went back, the chief gave a reward, and the days of asking for money on both sides were really nourishing.
"How much reward can we get after this work?"
"The commander of the quartermaster department will not lie, I have run this road twice, which time did he owe us a penny?" Hearing the squad leader's words, the veterans also patted their chests and said. "Yes, both sides are quite generous, run dozens of times, and I can get a wife to go home!"
"You kid, as much as you eat, you can't marry a wife if you run for a lifetime!" There was a flamboyant who livened up the atmosphere for a while, causing them to laugh out loud.
"But... What the hell is this luck? The recruits in the group looked left and right, and actually climbed up and tried to pry the box with their bayonets.
"Bastard, the chief said, the person who accepted the inspection over there won't give money when he sees the one that has been opened. Oops... Are you looking for death? The deputy squad leader saw that the recruit was as naughty as a monkey, so he was angry and punched him in the thigh and dragged him out.
"Do it!" Seeing this team, he laughed at first, and then inexplicably became confused, and the black-faced man in the bushes was overjoyed, allowing the bird-stalker and the archer in front of him to fire at the same time. For this attack, he had prepared sixty bird guns to prevent the fire from overpowering the other party, and now it seemed that he was more prepared.
The Ming army, whose eyes were focused on the carriage, was caught off guard, and seven of the twelve people were knocked down at once. When the arquebus was loaded, there was another rain of arrows, and a dozen people with spears and pikes rushed onto the road. Before they could reload their ammunition, a whole squad turned into twelve corpses.
The people hiding on the side of the road rushed out, stripped the corpse and disposed of it clean, and drove away.
Another day passed, and the merchant who transported medicinal materials for the Ming army all the way also suffered this fate, and even the medicinal materials and horses returned to this group of people.
"Pack up your things and change places." The black-faced man beckoned, "Today is a big ticket, what kind of supply and marketing team, today is going to sell salt, let's have a salt meal this time!" ”
(End of chapter)