"Put the porridge!"

"Dear folks in Shandong, when you drink porridge, you must remember that this is the porridge put by the Jimin Association. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoEveryone ate the food of the Jimin Association, and remember the good ...... of the Jimin Association."

Thousands of refugees line up in front of a makeshift porridge shack outside the city. They held the tattered rice bowls, stared at the scorching sun, and there was a hint of hope in their cloudy eyes, and from time to time someone looked at the porridge shed with their feet.

Occasionally, there was a person who cut the queue, and he was beaten up by the green gangsters. These thugs have been brought in to maintain order, and you don't know, they used to be bastards, but they are quite active in doing good deeds - they have a good salary to be earned, and they feel that they have a good face.

An unkempt little boy, smelling the smell of rice wafting in the distance, couldn't help swallowing and said, "Brother, I'm hungry." ”

"It's almost time for us." Huang Ziming touched his brother's head to comfort.

The main disaster area of this spring rainstorm is located in the southern part of Shandong. And Huang Ziming is a native of Chenjiazhuang in Zhangqiu, his hometown has not been affected, but he still has to come out to escape the famine and ask for food.

Since Zhang Zongchang occupied Shandong, he has been reckless in his military and desperate to expand his army. Some say that Zhang Zongchang has 100,000 soldiers, some say 200,000, and some say 300,000. As for how many soldiers there were, even Zhang Zongchang himself did not know.

The army needs money to feed, and Zhang Zongchang can't afford to raise so many soldiers, so the discipline of the Shandong soldiers at this time is extremely poor. As soon as they could not receive their salaries, the soldiers paid attention to the common people, and in the name of "suppressing bandits," wherever the troops went, they were like locusts crossing the border.

The purpose of the Shandong soldiers' "suppression of bandits" is: three lights, two turns, and one emptiness.

Chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep are all killed, mules, horses, cows and donkeys are all pulled out, and doors, windows and closets are all removed. Rummaging through boxes and cabinets, digging the brick floor of the courtyard, is called two turns; Take away everything that can be taken, and throw away everything that cannot be taken, so that every household is empty.

In addition to burning, killing and looting, soldiers never pay for things, and soldiers never buy tickets for cars. If you dare to ask them for money, you will be scolded at least and beaten at worst. The soldiers summed up themselves very vividly: "Ma Labazi (scolding) is free of charge, and the back of the head (beating) is a passport." ”

Zhang Zongchang likes to use White Russian soldiers, and every time he fights, he puts blonde and blue-eyed and tall White Russian soldiers at the front. As soon as the White Russian soldiers charged, the enemy immediately scattered in fright, like a god descending from heaven.

But the treatment of the White Russian soldiers was worse than that of the Chinese soldiers, and they liked to drink. Every time I get drunk, I run around the streets, beating men when I see them, raping women when I see them, and robbing them when I see property, which makes the common people of Shandong miserable enough.

In addition to the rebellion of the army, Zhang Zongchang's taxes in Shandong were also unprecedented, with more than 60 kinds of harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes. Not to mention the legitimate tax items such as land endowment, deed tax, and tooth tax, there are also donations from rich gentry, military shoes, prostitution, drama donations, dog donations, chicken donations, pot donations, donations, donations, donations, don......ations, don

That is to say, if you raise chickens and dogs, and you have a pot and a stove at home, you will pay taxes to Zhang Dashuai. Last year, Zhang Zongchang even came up with a "dung donation", and you have to collect taxes for. The people of the time wrote a couplet satirically: "Since ancient times, I have never heard that dung is taxed, but now there is no donation except fart." ”

Compared with Zhang Zongchang, Chu Yupu can be called a son who loves the people.

Huang Ziming used to be quite a wealthy family, and his family had more than 60 acres of land. But last year, he was forcibly "suppressed by a group of soldiers", not only robbing his family of grain and money, but even burning down all the dealers in the field.

In order to survive, Huang Ziming took his family to beg everywhere, and later joined the Red Gun Society. At that time, the congregation at the mouth of the altar where he was located was tens of thousands of people, and he even planned to attack the county seat. As a result, before he could do anything, a traitor informed, and most of the brothers of the Red Gun Society were killed and wounded by the army.

Huang Ziming's parents, wife and children all died in the chaos, leaving only his eight-year-old brother by his side.

"Who put the porridge?" The soup kitchen man asked.

Huang Ziming came back to his senses and hurriedly said: "The porridge that the Jimin Association will put out, I will remember the good of the old man." ”

The soup kitchen man nodded in satisfaction, smiled and added a spoonful to his bowl, and admonished: "Two meals a day, one bowl at a time, don't think about coming back to deceive after eating." ”

"Remembered." Huang Ziming said with a smile.

The porridge in the bowl is very thin, but it is not mixed with sand, and it can be regarded as having a conscience. Although he couldn't eat enough, he couldn't starve to death, and he could barely hang himself.

"Brother, this porridge is so fragrant." The little boy drank all the porridge in one go, holding the bowl and having an endless aftertaste.

Huang Ziming only drank a few sips, handed over the rest to his younger brother, and said with a smile: "I haven't eaten enough, so I drank these too." ”

The little boy stared at the porridge and swallowed his saliva, but said sensibly: "Brother, I'm not hungry, you can eat." ”

"Drink it up!"

Huang Ziming forced it into his younger brother's hand and instructed: "I heard from the locals that there is a Mr. Zhou who has done a lot of righteous learning. Reading and eating at school are free, and tomorrow my brother will take you to sign up, you have to study hard, you know? ”

"What about you?" The little boy asked.

"I want to go back to my hometown and seek revenge on the Demon King of the Mixed World!" Huang Ziming gritted his teeth and said.

The Demon King of the Mixed World is Zhang Zongchang's nickname, Huang Ziming's idea is very simple, that is, to go back to Shandong to open the altar, and he will be the owner of the altar to engage in the Red Gun Club, and pull up a vote of people to fight Zhang Zongchang to the death.

Now that Zhang Zongchang's large army is fighting in the south, and the troops in the old nest are empty, it is a good time to open the altar. Unlike last year, the Red Gun Society was vigorous, and the congregations from all over Shandong added up to nearly 100,000, but they were still exterminated by Zhang Zongchang.

"The soup kitchen master is here!"

Suddenly someone shouted.

Huang Ziming got up and looked, only to see a young man walking forward worriedly. Behind him were a few middle-aged and old men, and those guys were talking and laughing, as if they were on an outing.

In particular, there was a person with a small braid, who actually smiled and waved at the victims, shouting all the way: "My name is Wei Ziwen, and I am known as Wei Xiaobraid." Since all the folks in Shandong have come to Tianjin, my Wei pigtail should do the friendship of the landlord. Everyone eats and drinks well, there are no delicacies from the mountains and seas, but the rice porridge is enough. If anyone starves to death in Tianjin, my Wei pigtails will not be raised by my mother's father. ”

Zhou Hexuan couldn't cry or laugh, and let Wei Ziwen invite him to mess around. He walked straight towards the porridge shed, and when he saw that the rice porridge here was still passable, he didn't ask any more questions, and looked up at the many victims.

"Hey, what's going on over there?" Zhou Hexuan frowned, pointing to the dozen or so victims lying in the distance and asked.

A Qinggang gangster said: "Back to Zhou Ye, those are all seriously ill and can't walk anymore." Tomorrow the corpse collection team will come to clean up, they are very familiar with their work, and they will not cause a plague, you can rest assured. ”

"Don't worry!"

Zhou Hexuan said angrily: "Inform the victims, all those who are sick have come to register and report." Those who fell ill were also taken to the hospital, and I paid for it. ”

"Zhou Ye is benevolent!" The thugs were in awe.

As soon as the word spread, it caused a sensation among the victims, with nearly one-fifth saying they were sick. Zhou Hexuan had a headache about this, so he could only ignore those who had a cold and flu and concentrated on treating people who were seriously ill.

Huang Ziming watched silently for a moment before he walked towards Zhou Hexuan, hugged his fists and said, "Dare to ask Engongzun's surname?" ”

"My name is Zhou Hexuan, is there anything wrong?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

"I don't thank you for my kindness, and I will repay it in the future." Huang Ziming bowed deeply, then turned to leave.