Wang Zuojiao finally decided to "surrender".

Overnight, more than a dozen people died in the valley, all of them starving. There have been displaced people who have quietly found their way out of the valley at night, or surrendered to the official army, or fled to the four fields. During the day, fights over food are common, and even he, the big boss, can't stop them.

All this means that it won't last long. And Zhao Sheng, who lit the lamp, came again and brought the emperor's holy decree to appease him, and the three requirements of the first premise were met, which also gave Wang Zuohang the steps to surrender.

Wang Zuojiao led the crowd out of the valley, knelt in front of Lu Xiangsheng's horse, and raised a long knife.

"Your Majesty is merciful, Nian Er and the others are also out of helplessness, and they will not pursue their past crimes, but in the future, they must do it themselves, and they will not be evil." Lu Xiangsheng admonished, reaching out and taking the knife in Wang's left hanging hand.

"The sinners remember the teachings of your lords, and thank Your Majesty for his kindness." Wang Zuohang said ashamedly.

Li Hongji knelt behind Wang Zuo and looked secretly, and saw that the surrounding officers and troops were neatly arrayed and heavily guarded, and his thoughts of taking the opportunity to attack on the occasion of surrender suddenly disappeared, and he honestly handed over his spear.

One by one, the displaced people came out of the valley, all in rags, covered with dust, and their faces were dull. Under the scolding of the officers and soldiers, they all put the weapons in their hands on the ground, and their expressions were full of fear. A lot of weapons quickly piled up, in fact, most of them were hoes, sickles, axes, guillotines, and other farm tools, and there were very few real weapons such as knives, guns, swords, and halberds.

This is also the characteristic of the early peasant army, the weapons and equipment are extremely poor, and they can only flee in the face of the attack of the elite officers and soldiers, that is, Lu Xiangsheng does not want to kill and injure a large number of people, otherwise he can already attack the valley and slaughter them. Of course, there were also a small number of elites in the peasant army, such as the two or three hundred cavalry, most of whom were deserters from the border army, gathered under the banner of Wang Zuo.

Liaodong war for many years, the imperial court requisitioned troops from all over the country to aid Liao, the northwest of Yan'an is the two towns of Yulin and Gansu, because of arrears of military salaries and long journeys, the two towns to aid the Liao border soldiers have many fugitives, do not dare to return to the guard, they gather in northern Shaanxi, usually to rob for a living.

For these two or three hundred soldiers of the former border army, Lu Xiangsheng only ordered them to receive their war horses, and did not do anything with them, and still stayed with other displaced people.

The displaced people who had surrendered their weapons continued to walk forward, and when they came to an open plateau, when they saw dozens of cauldrons boiling thick porridge, their panicked hearts finally settled, and they took out pottery bowls from their bosoms and rushed towards the porridge pot.

"All lined up, lined up one by one, waiting for dinner!" Next to each pot, there are several officers and soldiers, shouting loudly in a Henan accent.

Looking at the knives and guns in the hands of the officials and soldiers, the displaced people did not dare to crowd anymore, and honestly lined up in a long line, waiting for the soup kitchen.

"It's almost right, wait a little longer." Next to the porridge pot, a cook with a big head and a thick neck said to the homeless people, stirring vigorously in the pot with a large wooden spoon.

"Official, my rice bowl was broken, and I can't borrow a bowl for use." In front of the porridge pot, a homeless man pitifully begged the officials and soldiers around him, and looked at the porridge pot, where there were large piles of pottery bowls.

The official smiled slightly, reached out and picked up a pottery bowl and handed it to him, and said kindly: "Don't call me official, I am a member of the Janissary Soldiers, my surname is Ren, and I am a member of the committee." ”

Seeing that this official army was not as vicious as he imagined, the homeless man had the courage to ask: "Master Ren, what is the official position of this commissioner?" ”

The committee member surnamed Ren shook his head and patiently explained: "The committee member is not an official position, but an elected representative among the soldiers, and Ping Suli is responsible for the payment of salaries and silver in the sentry ranks, supervising the food and gold in the battalion, and mediating the conflicts between the soldiers. ”

The homeless man exclaimed, "Then what if the generals retaliate against you?" How can you do anything that offends the chief? ”

Commissioner Ren said with a smile: "How come, if the generals dare to retaliate against the soldiers, they will be removed directly if they are known from above, without any discussion." ”

Seeing that the surrounding homeless people were confused, Committee Member Ren patiently explained:

"We are the Praetorian Guards personally established by His Majesty, and they are completely different from other official soldiers, so we ...... here."

As he spoke, the homeless people whispered from time to time, and many exclaimed when they heard that the soldiers of the Praetorian Guard were paid two taels of silver and never defaulted, and that their families could also make meritorious contributions and divide the land from tax.

Such a generous treatment is enough for a comfortable life for the whole family, and the family does not have to pay taxes on the fields, which is the treatment only the squires have!

"Member Ren, can I join the Praetorian Guard? My body is very strong, and I can easily carry 200 catties of grain. "An impatient serenity.

Commissioner Ren looked the homeless person up and down and nodded: "Looking at your physique, you should be qualified to join." But I don't think that's what I've said. ”

"Who should I go to?" The homeless people asked impatiently.

A good man is not a soldier, but he is not a soldier, and most of the homeless people are naturally unwilling to go to Yulin to be a poor border army that is worse than them, but if he is a Praetorian Guard beside the emperor, just like this commissioner, it is really too willing!

"Don't worry, everyone, I heard that His Majesty will recruit a lot of soldiers in northern Shaanxi, everyone wait." Commissioner Ren said with a smile, "Of course, it's good to be elected, but it doesn't matter if you can't be elected then, Your Majesty has already reduced your taxes for three years, and then you have to divide the fields to the people who have no land, and everyone will soon be able to live a good life." ”

"Divide the land, but the land in our village is all owned by the money-raising family, and there is no spare land at all?" There is a way that the homeless people do not understand.

Committee Member Ren smiled coldly: "Of course, I will give you the land that is the money raised." ”

"How is this possible? That's a man! Some homeless people exclaimed, although they faintly heard what happened in Qingjian County, many people still didn't believe it, but the old man was one with the government, how could there be a reason to distribute their land to the poor and poor?

Commissioner Ren sneered: "It's impossible for you to decide. Whether the money lifter has robbed your land before, whether he has bullied you, you can write down the humiliation you have suffered before, and His Majesty will make the decision for you, punish him according to the law of the Ming Dynasty, if the offense is big enough, he will be killed by his family, and his family's land will not belong to him, and it is not up to His Majesty to decide what to do! ”

"I see!" The homeless people suddenly realized, some were skeptical, some were moved, and some gritted their teeth and clenched their fists.

"Let's eat!" In front of the porridge pot, the chubby cook shouted, which instantly attracted the attention of the homeless people.

The world is the biggest eater, and everything will be said to fill your stomach.