Chapter 46: Suppressing Bandits

The officials of the Ming Dynasty, of course, must have a prestige in front of the people.

The ships were all docked again, and Lord Yan, surrounded by a group of men, swaggered towards the fleeing crowd. At the same time, Lord Mo Hantao's boat also headed in the direction of Yanchang again-just now the two adults both coincidentally approached the south bank: if it was a bandit who came, Lord Mo couldn't go to the tiger's mouth lightly!

When the people saw the banner of the great lord of the court, they ran over and knelt on the ground, and their wails rang out. Although Lord Yan is dressed in a small hat in Tsing Yi, his style of not being angry and arrogant is something that ordinary people can't imitate. After setting up the shelf of the imperial court officials, he gave a few simple orders, sat in a sedan chair, led a hundred and ten mighty divisions, and went to the direction of Yanchuan again. He was followed by thousands of people who had rekindled their hope for life.

Lord Yan is full of confidence. Because he knows very well that according to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, the military generals will not be counted for the merit of recovering the city - the merits of the military generals will not be recognized by the court, only the beheading. You say that your victory in the field has lifted the enemy threat? Okay, verbal praise. What, bonuses? Take the head! You said that you were guarding the lonely city, and the thieves were not allowed to cross the thunder pond to ensure the safety of the rear? Okay, keep up the good work! Bonus? Hehe, take the head! How much money to pay for the first level (theoretically), the price is clearly marked. As for the rest, less nonsense, the court doesn't recognize it! Get lost!

As for civil officials, the imperial court only admits the responsibility of guarding the land. Suppose you are a magistrate, and you only have 100 servants in your hands, and the thieves come with 5,000. Excuse me, what do you do?

Into the mountains to fight guerrillas? Hmph, cut it! You are clearly afraid of the enemy like a tiger, and you are on the verge of fleeing! are all thieves like you, won't the thieves go straight in! Are you worthy of your father's grace? Are you worthy of the trust of the court?

So what should be done?

Die!

It is best to die on the steps of the county government with a sword in a haircut, or hang the southeast branch by yourself. Rest assured, the court will shadow you and enter the system without examination!

Back then, the great grandfather designed this system with good intentions: the generals who & he&m don't want to lie about the war exploits to deceive the money, aren't the civil officials knowledgeable? Very well, make me consumables - and consume thieves at the same time. I have some consumables, can you afford to spend them thief?!

If you are a magistrate, there is no reasonable reason (Chang Wenping's reason for knowing the county is more reasonable, at least it is reasonable) to lose the county seat, and later recovered it, it's okay. You don't have to worry about capital crimes, but the punishment still has to be punished: whether it is a verbal warning, whether it is a demotion to stay in office, or a few levels to stay in office, or to remove an official from office, or to be sent to the army...... You have to trust the imperial court.

Well, of course, you can justify yourself. Do you know what the court's favorite voice is? It's not your broken gong throat, it's the crisp thud of silver! You don't need me to tell you this, do you?

Therefore, Lord Yan was not worried at all that Yulin's soldiers would share the work of recovering the land. This is a dish on the table of civil officials, and it is not the turn of the illiterate warriors to stretch out their chopsticks! As for the question of whether there will be civil officials over there, Lord Yan is also very sure: everyone is in the officialdom, and in the final analysis, this basket is still poked by Yulin Mansion. They are all prefectures, the same level, and each other's subordinates will have a sense of proportion, this is the rule.

It was Li Changfa, a staff general of Yulin Prefecture, who led troops to Yanchuan to assist in the "suppression of bandits."

First of all, Yulin Mansion has the official transfer order of the Shaanxi Metropolitan Mansion, and the division is famous.

Secondly, Xiao Changhua knew very well in his heart that this disaster was caused by himself, although the basin had already been deducted on Yu Shengliang's head, it would be good to wipe a few more handfuls, in case there were any hidden dangers in the future, prepare a backup in advance.

Third, Guan Shengyun squeezed a lot of silver grain away a while ago, and Fucheng was a little short of money, so he needed to find a way to subsidize it. The best way to subsidize is, of course, to find a way from next door.

In the end, Li Changfa had worshiped Guan Shengyun's bandit leader named Gu Baihua, and Luo Yonghao Shenmu County was also nominally taking care of him, so even if he was unlucky enough to bump into it, that is, he would drink a lot of wine, and he would not be killed and the whole army would be wiped out, and he would not be able to explain to the court.

It's no wonder that Master Yuan of the Jingshi has a good eye for this disciple, and Governor Xiao is considering the problem comprehensively.

Li Changfa was very angry when he entered Yanchuan: Gong Derun's thief was very black, although it was a county seat, he didn't leave anything decent! There must always be some head to suppress bandits, but this work cannot be done in the city. Most of the residents in the city have household registers, and there are many literate people, so the risk of killing good people and taking meritorious service is not ordinarily great. Hearing that the Gong thieves did not go to the countryside, but many of the surrounding villagers carried grain home from the county, General Li Shen waved his hand, and several battalions rushed to the outskirts of Yanchuan.

Zhong Ayi was a native of Songjiang Prefecture, and his parents died in a plague, and his half-year-old children of twelve or thirteen years old defected to his uncle in Kunshan County. Kunshan is a famous land of fish and rice, my uncle is an honest ordinary person, I went to the lake to fish and go ashore to plow the fields, and my nephew and uncle lived a very comfortable life.

There is a puppet lake nearby, and there is a very special profession - lake pirates: usually fishing and transporting goods, but when he encounters a lone merchant, he kicks the lake in the middle of the night and feeds the crabs.

Puppet Lake gets its name from the puppet show. Legend has it that during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, the famous court servant Huang Wanqiu, in order to avoid the Anshi Rebellion and to make a living, he lived here and bought a small boat to act in the lake to make a living. Singing is the act of pretending to be others, sometimes wearing makeup, sometimes using masks, and sometimes using some puppets, hence the name puppet show. The place is rich, the literary style is also prosperous, and the surrounding water people have rowed boats around to listen to the play. Later, this custom was inherited. The puppet opera has gradually evolved into the ancestor of a hundred operas: Kunqu Opera.

Once, a group of lake thieves washed the audience watching the play, but they didn't expect that there was a Shangshu of Zhishi inside, and they were even frightened and had a heart attack and died.

The family members quit.

Shangshu's family is furious, so what's the deal?

The government vigorously cracked down.

The leader of the lake pirates is the younger brother of the head catcher, and of course none of the main members have been caught. But the county magistrate had to make a difference, so he arrested a lot of people. During the robbery, the thieves covered their faces again, and the family members of the sufferers couldn't recognize who was who, so the number of people was about the same. If you're caught, you'd better admit it - no tricks? It's easy to do, hit. Hit you, or, let someone identify you after you die. The county magistrate thought that the procedures for reporting to the Criminal Department were too troublesome, and in order to vent his anger to the family of the bitter master, he sentenced all the "main criminals" to a cage, and they all stood alive for more than ten days of sunbathing, including Zhong Ayi's uncle. Zhong Ayi was young enough to be sentenced to death and was exiled to Yulin Mansion.

The family of the deceased expressed their satisfaction.

The year Zhong Ayi entered the camp was 14th or 5th Fiveteen. There is a new boy chicken with fine skin and tender meat in the south of the Yangtze River, and the soldiers are also very satisfied.

The only one who is dissatisfied is Zhong Ayi.

He didn't have to wait any longer, he quickly understood that there is only one truth in this world: the law of the jungle.

The young Zhong Ayi has changed and has become ruthless. Except for the horsewhip and military stick of the reverent commander, Zhong Ayi was not afraid of anything.

In his twenties, Zhong Ayi has become a small flag officer in the team. The small flag officer is the most basic petty official, and the military salary has been passed through the layers of generals at all levels, and there is nothing to deduct from him, and the same is true for grain and beans. However, when it comes to eating, he has priority: when he is full and gets up, the others in Xiaoqi can start eating.

Life in the army was already hard, and it was even more bitter a while ago: I heard that a group of strong and strong rogues knocked on the bamboo pole of Lord Fuzun and the deputy marshal. There is no need to count on the salary of a few copper plates, the food is even worse, and if you are still as full as before, your subordinates will almost starve to death. Zhong Ayi had no choice but to endure it, and threw a lot of wild vegetables into the porridge with little water, so as to fool his stomach.

Finally, I am looking forward to the great news: I am going to go to suppress the bandits!

There is a rule in the army: double pay for promotion. This means that some scattered silver dregs can be dropped. What's more important - you can make a fortune!

Make a great fortune.

Gold, silver, jewelry, and jewelry are generally not grabbed, and most of the ones that are grabbed are not their own. But the black and black scattered silver (the silver has a high sulfur content, and it is easy to oxidize and turn black), the yellow and clear copper plates, the best clothes and fabrics, pots and vases, and other objects, but they are all treasures! Let alone...... And women!

Hahahaha!

The team surrounded a village. Because it was noon, the villagers were hiding from the sun at home, and they didn't see the team coming, and there were a lot of people in the circle, which was great!

Break into a house with a few brothers. A dead old man bowed vigorously and begged. Hehe, if you want to say wronged, will you & him& mom be more wronged than Lao Tzu? Say miserable, can it be worse than Lao Tzu? Big fish eat small fish, adults bully villains, this world is like this, accept fate!

The baby in the woman's arms kicked off, revealing a white flowered chest. Tsk, I didn't notice it just now! Zhong Ayi only felt a hot current spread rapidly in his lower abdomen. Signal the two brothers to drag the old guy out, and when the uncles are angry, they will not be too embarrassed for you to get something. Oh, probably ha.

I didn't expect the old thing to bite!

Sure enough, Huang San had a violent temper, and he didn't accept anyone except himself, and he snatched the old thing with one knife.

Deserve! If you don't accept your fate, this is the end!

Huang San stabbed the old thing to death, and he didn't clean up this little girl and the unlucky baby after pulling for a long time, how can he mess up in the future? slapped the woman over, grabbed the unlucky child's leg and slammed it onto the kang......

The woman screamed and collapsed to the ground.

Pull it up and push it onto the kang...... The woman doesn't resist anymore, and is at the mercy of others like a dead dog.

Wouldn't this be the end of the day?

Deserve!

Lifted his pants and kicked the old dead ghost: You && mom don't stare at Lao Tzu! I don't know when I'm going to die!

It's fate, you know?

You have your life, Lao Tzu has Lao Tzu's life. The marshal bullies the general, the general bullies the soldiers, the soldiers bully you, and you must have bullied someone else—you've always killed chickens and sheep, right? Are they wronged?

So, it's all fate!

This house is really poor enough, and there is nothing for a long time. Hey, why are there so many straws piled up by the kang, and the stove is in the yard!

You two will take a look at Lao Tzu!

Haha, I guessed it right, a bag full of grain!

Zhang Mazi, give the food to Lao Tzu's back! Huang San, you & him & mother> don't be empty-handed, take the woman away, take it away, and find someone to sell it in Yanchang! Wait for Lao Tzu, maybe the head of this old dead ghost can be exchanged for some reward, wait for me to cut it off and bring it.

The dead cubs along the edge of the kang are somewhat of an eyesore, well, so many ready-made straws......

The spark of the fire sickle ignited the moxa, the moxa ignited the straw, and the four families of Liang Lao ignited a raging fire. Soon, more fires erupted in the southeast, north, and west of the village, announcing that the local task of suppressing bandits had been successfully completed.

The soldiers who had just been thoroughly searched by the officers were still smiling, gathering in small piles of small flags, gesturing to the side and saying something, and the crowd erupted into a strange laugh from time to time—they pointed at a group of disheveled women, ranging in age from their teens to their thirties and forties, some crying and some indifferent, but all of them were tied together with ropes.

The old and young who did not run away squatted not far away, surrounded by guards carrying knives and guns. The blood dripping from the knives and guns stopped them from escaping.

The grain bags were piled up on top of each other, and they were piled up in a big pile. Next to the grain pile is a pile of debris, pots and pans, farm tools, boxes and cages, bedding, everything. Two cows and two dozen sheep were tied to the trees next to the village road, some occasionally bowed their heads and nibbled on the grass on the ground, and some silently stared at the several large marching iron pots lined up beside the road. The pot was steaming, and the pieces of meat that had been turned into by the same group they had just been with were in a group. There was a cow kneeling down against the iron pot, two big tears streaming down its eyes. This scene immediately attracted the attention of most of the soldiers, and everyone pointed out and laughed and sighed. However, for a moment, they all turned their heads to look at the women again.

……

The team officer, Li Changfa's personal soldiers, and the two chief flag officers came out of the largest mansion in the village with satisfaction. The deputy of the team climbed onto the roof with three or two feet, and put his hands on the pergola and looked at Siye, where there was a village three or four miles away that was not smoking.

The villagers should have fled, but the village without soldiers can stay tonight. Dig through it tomorrow and you'll find something. At the shouting of the officers, the officers and men who had chosen the direction and had enough to eat and drink enough to vent for the time being got up one after another, led the cattle, sheep and women, and drove towards the destination. Many people have a bloody tooth on their waists, grinning and blinding.

In the middle of the procession were the surviving villagers carrying carts, helping the officers and soldiers to deliver their once own food, belongings, and their wives and daughters to the next village that was about to be ravaged.

Originally, Li Changfa only had two battalions in his hands, but in order to achieve the greatest harvest from this "suppression of bandits", Deputy Marshal Wu Duogui temporarily allocated two battalions to him. Li Shen sat in Yanchuan County, and the four battalions were all sent to watch by their own soldiers, and it has been three days since they were scattered to the surrounding countryside, and the teams began to return to the city one after another.

This time the harvest is good, the spoils are all placed in Yanchuan first, and I want to find a battalion to watch, so as not to let some bandits and horse bandits rob it, and I will take three more battalions to Yanchang to turn around, even if the task is successfully completed. This trip back, in addition to making a fortune relentlessly, is another big victory, and handing over dozens of reasonable heads, adding a deputy general rank is also a sure thing.

Li Changfa was pondering which battalion to stay behind, and Yan Wenlong and his party arrived.

This knowledge point:

Silver needle test poison.

Theoretically, it is impossible for the silver needle to test for poison. But in practice, this kind of thing not only happened in ancient times, but also often very effective.

The most widely used poison in ancient times was arsenic & frost, that is, cyanide & chemical. However, due to the poor purification technology, it will contain a large amount of sulfur residues. The silver needle used to test the poison is full of silver, and it is polished to a bright and shiny state, and when it encounters sulfur, it will turn into silver sulfide - the color of silver sulfide is jet black.