After listening to Wang Xifeng's words, Shi Lao Taijun was also a little unsure, "Zheng'er, you quickly send someone to inquire whether Baoyu is in the village that my uncle said, don't make a mistake." ”

Jia Zheng himself was still confused, and said when he heard the words: "Mother, it must be a misunderstanding, what kind of person Baoyu is, how can we not know, he can't carry it on his shoulders or carry it in his hands, and he hasn't even killed a chicken since he was a child."

Now it is said that he led a group of peasants and killed more than 200 rogues, isn't this a big joke in the world? ”

Mrs. Wang echoed: "What the master said is right, Baoyu crawled out of my belly, what kind of style he is, no one knows better than me, my Baoyu is well-behaved and sensible, never causes trouble, and doesn't want to eat more meat."

And he, this child, has a problem, he faints when he sees blood, and he can't stand the bloody breath the most. ”

……

"Why does this horse meat taste sour?"

In the factory in Heitu Village, Jia Baoyu, Li Gui and others sat around the bonfire, on which a large iron pot was erected, boiling water was churning in the iron pot, and bursts of meat fragrance wafted out of the cauldron.

Jia Baoyu opened his mouth to chew on horse meat, and this time he fought with the rogues and injured a lot of horses.

In the process of escaping, the rogues also killed the stolen livestock, so that Jia Baoyu's seizures were much less.

The only use of horses is riding, and when the horse's leg is broken, the horse is declared dead, so these days, there is a lot of horse meat on the table of the refugees in Heitu Village.

Horse meat has thick muscle fibers and can only be stewed in large pieces, and because the chef's level is not high, the horse meat made has a fishy smell.

Jia Baoyu tasted a chopstick, chewed twice, couldn't swallow it at all, and spit it out directly.

A small earth dog ran over, grabbed the horse meat in one bite, swallowed it heavily, and wagged its tail at Jia Baoyu after eating it dry and wiping it clean, hoping to be rewarded again.

On the other hand, Li Gui and these people did not dislike it at all, and they feasted happily.

Especially Li Da Niu, who can eat half a catty in one bite, gives a thumbs up while eating: "This horse meat is lean meat, much better than pork." ”

Fireside Night Talk.

This is an innovative way for Jia Baoyu to promote getting along with his subordinates, after he crossed over, he has been staying in the capital, and he has been in contact with dignitaries, or underworld girls like Qi Wei.

For the toiling masses at the bottom of this land, they have never had the opportunity to contact.

So taking advantage of this opportunity, he would cook some meat every night, and then invite the farmers from Heitu Village and the refugees to come over and listen to them talk about their lives, their own wishes, and some of their views on the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Without investigation, there is no voice.

In the words of later generations, it is to come from the people, to go to the people, to stand with the greatest number of toiling people at all times, to listen to their voices, to understand their needs, and then to formulate the right plan.

Qi Wei sat beside Jia Baoyu, holding her knees with her hands, quietly looking at this different man.

Jia Baoyu personally served a few bowls of horse meat and distributed them to these peasant brothers and worker brothers, including Zhao Jia, as well as Da Mao, Ermao, Gao Yi and others.

In addition to serving as the supervisor of the factory, Zhao Jia is also responsible for managing the winemaking of the distillery.

For Zhao Jia, Li Gui was very satisfied, as if he regarded him as his right and left hand.

Da Mao and Er Mao are both fifteen or sixteen-year-old children, who grew up with hardships since childhood, followed their parents to do farm work, and never read a day, and later fled here with their parents, so they joined the construction of the factory, and are absolute supporters of Jia Baoyu.

Gao Yi became a team leader in the Volunteer Army, and he was a small officer, training with Zhao Yun during the day, and learning to read and write in the literacy class of the factory at night, and his life was very fulfilling.

In addition to them, there were also Li Daniu, Li Fugui, and several villagers from Heitu Village, everyone sat around Jia Baoyu and listened to him say: "Does anyone want to talk about their dissatisfaction?" Vent your hatred for the imperial court? ”

Vent your dissatisfaction with the imperial court?

These buns from Heitu Village looked at Jia Baoyu with the eyes of fools, can this be said?

If you can't get it, you're going to be beheaded!

Seeing that no one spoke, Jia Baoyu said to himself: "Actually, everyone has opinions about the imperial court, just like me, although I was born in a noble family, I also have troubles, the imperial court is prosperous, and a big family like ours can have a better life."

But now that the imperial court is weak, even an unruly rogue like Chuang Tatian can be powerful in the land of Gyeonggi, what does this mean? A glimpse of the whole leopard shows that our Great Zhou Dynasty has rotted to the roots!

As for why this is happening, the reasons are very complicated, but the most fundamental reason is because there is a problem with our rulers, I am not talking about the emperor, I am talking about the officials of the imperial court, and the local gentry.

Just like a bad apple, it is not enough to dig up the bad part, once gangrene appears, it means that the whole apple has been infected, and there is only one way at this time, that is, to throw away the apple! ”

Everyone looked at him with their mouths wide open, Qi Wei felt that he was a little rebellious when he said this, and secretly tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Jia Baoyu gave her a reassuring look, "Don't look at me with this kind of eyes, I dare to say these words even in front of the emperor, you may not know, I have met the emperor before, and I have a very happy chat with the emperor."

The emperor is good, but those ministers under him have already rotted, if it weren't for that, the three major battalions in the capital would not be able to deal with even a small intrusion, and if they were allowed to wreak havoc in the land of Gyeonggi, your family would not suffer a scourge.

And you, if the imperial court had done a good job of disaster relief, how could you have traveled thousands of miles to escape here?

To put it mildly, you are the best farmers in the world, but if you have a bite to eat and cover your head with tiles, you will definitely not leave your hometown, how many people have died along the way? ”

At this time, Zhao Jia, Da Mao, Ermao, Gao Yi and others couldn't sit still, and their eyes were red.

Several of the refugees also secretly wiped away tears.

As Jia Baoyu said, who wants to leave their hometown, if they can't survive, how can they risk freezing to death and starving to death, and flee with their families.

Jia Baoyu looked at Qi Wei and Song Wenxian again: "You are ordinary people, defenseless, and you can't resist being oppressed." But they are the descendants of Qi Dashuai, a hundred years ago, Qi Shaobao formed the Qi family army, swept the coastal Japanese invaders, the northern frontier, shocked Mongolia and Tatar, and defended the peace of the frontier for decades.

Just because the traitorous ministers are in charge, and the traitors mislead the country, resulting in loyal ministers and good generals, they can only fend for themselves and become gangsters and green skins, isn't this chilling? ”

When Qi Wei heard this, she clenched her fists, how could she be willing, but she was a weak woman, and she was powerless to change anything.