Luoshan County, Xinyang Prefecture, Runing Prefecture, a small village called Maqiao.

Dressed in a long shirt with several patches that had just been turned out from under the box, Mo Song, together with several village elders who were almost dressed in the same way, stood tremblingly at the entrance of the village, ready to welcome a group of uninvited guests. Just now, a villager who had gone out to run errands flew back to report to Mo Song, saying that more than a dozen officers and soldiers were coming in the direction of Maqiao Village, and an official headed by him even inquired about the location of Maqiao Village.

Hearing the news, the second monk Mo Songzhang touched his head, and he really couldn't figure out why the officers and soldiers came to Maqiao Village. You must know that Maqiao Village, which has only about 100 households, is located in a small mountain col, and it is rare for even the county government to come once a year. The last time I had officers and soldiers, it was because there was a mob in Xinyang Prefecture, and the imperial court sent troops to suppress it. But now that the mob has calmed down, why did the officers and soldiers come to Maqiao Village?

Although he couldn't figure it out, he still ran home as fast as he could, changed into a formal suit, and sent someone to call all the village elders and go to the entrance of the village together, ready to greet the officers and soldiers. Standing on the side of the road, Mo Song was constantly entangled in a question: what should I take to honor these officers and soldiers? The village was hit by a disaster last year, and every household did not even have enough food rations to eat, so where could they come up with anything good. However, if they do not express themselves, who knows what these officers and soldiers will do when they are angry.

"Alas, stretching out your head with a knife, shrinking your head is also a knife, let's see these officers and soldiers first." Mo Song muttered to himself.

"Lieutenant, you said that this officer and soldier would not be passing by, right?" Mo Zhengxiang, a villager with a goatee, asked speechlessly.

Mo Song smiled bitterly: "Second uncle." There is only one road leading to the outside of our Maqiao Village, how can anyone pass through here? ”

"But. What are these officers and soldiers doing in our village? Mo Zhengxiang asked.

Mo Song said: "You always ask me, who do I ask?" Didn't I just hear from Dong Yanzi when he came back? ”

"Isn't it that Dong Yanzi is wrong?" Mo Zhengxiang guessed.

Mo Song said: "I hope so, or ...... Alas, when these hills come to the village, they still have to scrape a layer of land away? ”

Mo Song's good wishes were soon shattered, and on the far mountain road, a group of officers and soldiers wearing mandarin duck battle jackets appeared, striding towards the direction of Maqiao Village. Each of these officers and men carried a huge bag on his back. Some of them carried some long things on their shoulders, a few with spears in their hands, and some with firearms on their backs. The team was small, but it had some momentum.

"This is not a guard, this is a battalion." Another villager with a famous name, Mo Zhengyuan, said.

"Zhengyuan, how can you tell what kind of soldier this is?" Mo Zhengxiang asked.

Mo Zhengyuan said: "You can see from the way these officers and soldiers walk, how can the guards walk so neatly." This is clearly the only way that the battalion soldiers who practice often can get out of this momentum. ”

"Could it be that there is another mob somewhere?" Mo Song frowned and said, "Why else would some soldiers come to us?" ”

"Alas, if there is another war, this day will be even more unbearable." The villagers said with a long sigh one by one.

As he spoke, the team had already walked very close to the entrance of the village, and Mo Songqiang smiled. Pulled the placket of his clothes, trotted a few steps to greet him: "Mo Song, the mayor of Maqiao Village, is here to greet all the military masters, dare to ask you whether you are passing by here, and what business you have to go to our village." ”

"Stand!"

One of the officers and men, who led the team, shouted a command. The soldiers stopped in unison. The officer walked over to Mo Song and gave a military salute. Then he said loudly: "I am the chief Xiong Minyang of the Kanyu Battalion, and I was ordered to lead a team to your village on business, and I also ask Mori Chang to forgive me for my abrupt crimes." ”

Today's Xiong Minyang is no longer the ignorant rural boy he was two years ago, and his two-year military career has made him much stronger and more mature. When the Kanyu Battalion was reorganized into a battalion barracks, he was appointed as the general of the Firearms Department, and in fact he was a candidate for the general manager. This time, the camp was broken up and scattered to various parts of Runing Province, and he was sent to the area around Maqiao Village with a dozen soldiers, responsible for completing land surveys in the surrounding villages and secretly investigating the annexation of land by powerful landlords.

"It turned out to be the bear, disrespectful and disrespectful. However, the people of our village have always kept to themselves, and there are no strongmen around our village. Mo Song asked Xiong Minyang with a smile on his face.

Xiong Min smiled and said, "Chief Mori, I can't tell you about the military plane. Although Mori Chang can rest assured, the headquarters does not mean to embarrass the people of your village, as long as we should be provided with our own carry, Mori Commander only needs to arrange a place for us to live, we are afraid that we will have to live in your village for more than ten days, Mori Chang will not be troublesome, right? ”

"Ten days ......" Mo Song only felt a little pain in his gums, but he didn't dare to disobey Xiong Minyang's meaning, so he had to nod again and again: "Xiong Jiang can always come to Maqiao Village, it is our honor, how dare you say the word trouble." Everyone, please come with me into the village......"

Mo Song led the way in front, and Xiong Minyang led the soldiers of the survey camp to follow him into the village. Several villagers timidly followed the soldiers, and some of them tried to help the soldiers get something, but the young soldiers looked at the white beards of the villagers and shook their heads directly: "Uncle, we are calm with this thing, you can't take it." ”

As soon as the soldiers spoke, the villagers heard that they were not locals, and after careful inquiry, they learned that it was a team from Huai'an Mansion, and these soldiers were all Huai'an people. This Huai'an soldier came to Runing, and he came to such a small mountain village where birds don't lay eggs, no matter how you look at it, it's very strange.

"Your village...... But poor enough. Xiong Minyang walked beside Mo Song, he looked at the dilapidated houses in the village, and couldn't help but comment.

"Well, let's always laugh." Mo Song said, "Our place has always been poor, and our village is even poorer. In the past, in a good year, everyone was barely able to eat a full meal. In a disaster year, you will be hungry for a few days. to the last few years. It's much worse than in the past, and the good years are just that people don't starve to death, and in a disaster year like last year, more than a dozen people in our village starved to death. ”

"Why are these years worse than in the past?" Xiong Minyang sensitively discovered the information in Mo Song's words and asked him.

"Uh......" Mo Song was speechless, he inadvertently revealed the truth, and when Xiong Minyang asked, he found that some words were inconvenient for outsiders to say. I didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Here...... There are a lot of things, and it's always a foreigner, and some things will be with the general manager for a while and can't understand. Mo Song said.

Xiong Minyang heard Mo Song's embarrassment, he smiled slightly, and stopped asking. After all, they had just arrived in Maqiao Village, and they didn't know anything about Mo Song at all, so it was obviously inappropriate to talk too deeply at this time.

"Put the total. There are no big families in our village, and every house is very small, so it is really difficult to find a family that can accommodate a dozen of your brothers. Mo Song changed the topic and talked to Xiong Minyang about housing.

Xiong Min said: "It doesn't matter, let's just live separately." There are two or three brothers living in a family, can Mori help arrange it? ”

"Self-service, self-service." Mo Song replied repeatedly.

Even if a family only arranged for two or three soldiers to live, Mo Song took a lot of effort. Some families were very nervous about their houses themselves, in order to arrange for the soldiers of the survey battalion to move in. The children of the family had to be bombarded to sleep in the firewood room and make room for the soldiers. As for the beds and the like. It's even more rudimentary, and many people's beds are made up of broken wooden planks and covered with straw. Fortunately, the soldiers themselves were carrying quilts, otherwise, Mo Song would have had even more headaches. According to him, the whole village together could not make up more than a dozen extra quilts.

I finally settled everyone down. Xiong Minyang, as the chief official, was arranged by Mo Song in his own home. Mo Song gave up the main room and let Xiong Min live on his back, while he took his wife to live in the child's room. Xiong Minyang knew how big a gap was between the commander of an officer and soldier and the village chief, so he accepted Mo Song's humble expression calmly. If he didn't accept Mo Song's kindness, I'm afraid Mo Song would only feel more uncomfortable.

"Okay, Chief Mori, now that the brothers have already moved in, we will live for about ten days and a half months, so please trouble the chief and the villagers to talk to you, please bear with me." After putting away his things, Xiong Minyang said to Mo Song.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Mo Song bowed and replied.

"If you have anything to do, go about it yourself, I'll rest for a while, and it's time to go to the official business I am waiting for." Xiong Minyang said again.

"This ......" Mo Song didn't move, he slurred, and didn't know how to say it.

Xiong Min looked up and said, "What, does Mori have something to say to Ben General?" ”

"That's right, I have come all the way to our village, and as the chief, I should cut meat to buy wine, and set up a banquet to entertain me. Unfortunately, our village is very poor, and every family has no money to spare, and I, the head of the village, can't make up the money to buy meat. I just walked around the whole village, and I made up 40 eggs and gave them to Xiong Zong as a snack, and asked Xiong Zong not to dislike them. Mo Song held back for a long time before he said what he wanted to say, and at the same time held out a basket with both hands, which really contained dozens of eggs, one of which had fresh on it, which was obviously taken by Mo Song to make up the number just after it came out.

"Mori, why bother?" Xiong Minyang took the basket, only to feel that his heart was mixed, and he didn't know what to say for a while. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (.) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M to read. ps: It's the end of the month.,I'm busy with a chapter out.,And then I'm busy.。 There is a project at hand, and I dare not be distracted to ponder the plot of the novel, so please understand.

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