Mystery makes me strong

Chapter 2124 Shining into Daming
Wen Rensheng stepped up his work while watching the battle in the north.

He needs more silver, more territory, and more manpower.

The official position of Bingbeidao is enough.

When the Zheng family dominated the East, they were just guerrilla generals at the beginning.

The gold content of this guerrilla general in the south is far inferior to that of Bing Bei Dao.

Wen Rensheng continued to increase supply sources and sales customers.

At the same time, various factories were vigorously opened to absorb refugees.

In short, these things require people, so just try to recruit people.

Anyway, as long as he is optimistic about the food, to ensure that the food is enough for the people in the system, and there are two years of reserves, it is enough.

The best barter for buying his goods is not silver, but rice and other foodstuffs that last forever.

For this, the red-haired man was both happy and depressed.

I'm happy that I finally don't have to spend my money to buy Daming's goods. What's depressing is that grain is not a high-value seaborne commodity, and it often exists as a ballast stone.

Fortunately, the red-haired people who started their businesses are extremely adaptable. Since they can't beat them, they choose to use commercial means:
In order to reduce costs, food cannot be transported long distances, and land cannot be bought along the coast, so they go to the conquered oriental islands to grow rice, sweet potatoes, and corn...

Including Annan, Dayuan Island, near Batavia...

Once the starch is harvested, it is processed into a variety of long-lasting foods, such as extremely dry baked brick bread.

When eating, it must be soaked in water for more than 2 hours...

Even if it is moldy, just scrape off the surface layer with a knife, which is one of the main foods in sailing.

The famous baguette is a real stick in this era, the kind that can really kill people.

And at this time, Xiao Huan, who hadn't shown up for a long time, reappeared.

"Father, what are you doing? There has been no sound for so long?" She looked around, as if growing on Wen Rensheng, terrified.

"Play a game with an existence." Wen Rensheng said.

As long as you can see it, everything is a game, the difference is only the difference in joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, whether there are values ​​or not. "

"Bring me one, and I'll bring Old Wei to play with him." Xiao Huan blinked and said with big eyes.

"Uh, can you come in?" Wen Rensheng looked around.

This world is a purely historical world.

"Yes, as long as it's not too close to modern times, I can play casually." Xiao Huan said triumphantly.

Wen Rensheng smiled slightly, he had an idea.

"Well."

When the high and powerful are competing, the sun also shines into the bottom.

at the same time.

In the land of Gyeonggi, a dilapidated village.

He had just been robbed by a group of Jurchen sentry cavalry.

This group of sentry cavalry has the task of plundering young men and treasures.

If encountering an enemy situation in the brigade, it is natural to leave the young and strong and return to the brigade.

Corpses are everywhere, bloody.

A teenage boy is struggling to clean up the broken body.

One corpse after another with vivid memories was thrown into the well near his home with great difficulty.

Because he really didn't have the ability to dig a hole, it was too difficult for a young man to dig a big hole.

He walked numbly, mechanically dragging family members and acquaintances into the well one by one and pushing them down.

If outsiders see it, they will definitely feel miserable and sympathetic.

However, under the corpses everywhere, those who can still be buried hastily are much happier.

At least, they won't be eaten by wild dogs, crows...

At least there is a place to stay.

When the body was finally dragged out, the whole well was almost full.

He looked at the other corpses again, shook his head, then he found a stone slab, just about to put the well cover on, and rested for a while, then took a shovel and barely filled the well with soil.

Only then will the stone slab be covered.

After closing the cover, he leaned against the mouth of the well full of dead bodies in a daze.

If the well hadn't been full, he would have jumped into it too.

It's just a trace of survival instinct, a numb mentality, and a well that is not full of corpses, which prevents him from doing this.

Of course he didn't know that doing so would be very risky, causing groundwater pollution and even typhoid plague.

The best thing to do is to keep the bodies all together.

Then throw the firewood and burn it together.

But this is unexpected for a young man.

Because what he usually hears the most is burrowing into the ground and burning corpses, which is what the army often does.

I don't know how long I rested.

He finally got up.

In fact, he was able to throw more than a dozen corpses into the well, which he would never be able to do normally.

With at most three corpses, they would be too tired to rest.

And now he's done it all.

After finishing, his belly felt extremely hungry.

Instead of going to his own house, he ran directly to the east of the village, where the richest family in the village lived.

Liu Dahu's family, most of the land money in the village belongs to his family.

He is a distant relative of Juren.

These lands also took refuge in Juren's name through his relationship.

Unlike most people's imagination, if it's not good land, good land, if it doesn't matter, Juren doesn't want your land.

It may not be troublesome enough to ask for it.

Because if you want it, you have to deal with the servants.

There are more than 800 mu of land in the village and more than 300 people. Who can eat the produce of these lands?
This is not a later life, most people are struggling on the line of life and death.

Or go out and do long-term work for others.

The boy entered Liu Da's house.

In the past, the concierge often gave him a cornbread to eat.

The native dog at the door often wags its tail at him.

Liu Dahu is a typical rural landowner, that is, he does not do evil, but does a little kindness.

As long as the years are passable, some food will be donated to the poor households in the village who can't get rid of the pot.

There are still a small number of big households who really do all kinds of evil.

Because in the villages, most of them are clans.

It is too evil, and no one sincerely helps when there is a wedding or a wedding.

He sighed, and decided to recover some strength before burying the members of Liu Dahu's family.

It seems that the members of Liu Dahu's family didn't die very much.

The young men and women in his family were spotted by those riding horses, and they tied them with ropes and walked away.

Miss Liu, whom he used to secretly watch, was also tied to the horse and left.

Life is better than death.

As for the other villagers, most of them were thin and weak, and it seemed impossible to walk a long distance, so they were killed.

When he entered the gate, he saw the old porter with his back turned to the gate and collapsed in the doorway.

Got a knife in the neck.

Most of the neck was cut open, and there was blood all over the floor.

He walked around carefully.

Just came to the kitchen, the pot is still steaming hot.

Topped with pancakes.

It must be for those evil spirits on horseback.

Do they also eat human things?
He picked up a pancake, which was topped with sesame oil and even eggs.

He was shocked.

In the past, he had occasionally eaten the pancakes from Dahu Liu's family, but they still had to be filled with miscellaneous grains. As for the oil, it was impossible, and at most there was a little salt, which was delicious.

At least it doesn't grind your teeth when you eat, and you don't have to worry about breaking your teeth if you eat too fast.

Generally, it is only done when long-term workers go to the field to contribute their strength.

But now there are eggs, oil, and salt.

He couldn't wait to eat it.

It seems that the previous sadness, pain, and numbness have all been buried in the scent of oil and salt.

He even had a very unconscionable idea that if he ate such pancakes every day, he could forget what happened before.

Just eating and eating, there was another burst of horseshoes outside the door.

He had only heard that voice once, but he would never forget it in his life.

He was stunned for a moment, and the pancakes that he had just wolfed down half were no longer delicious.

The evil spirits are back!

He hurried about for a hiding place.

He was able to escape a catastrophe before, because his father pushed him, who passed on the incense, into the firewood pile at home.

And now, he hid again in the tall firewood pile in the kitchen.

It is made of wheat straw and cotton stalks.

This is all good firewood, but for poor families, they can only use weeds and fallen leaves to light the fire, and many people can only eat a hot meal in two days.

He got in, then covered himself with firewood desperately, and carefully removed the traces.

These are the skills I learned when I was doing hide-and-seek before.

Don't reveal the traces of hiding, or you will be found out at once.

Why can hide and seek become a game that has been passed down for thousands of years on the closed land?

Because it has the most traditional use.

escape.

Those terrible evil spirits really went and returned.

In the eyes of young people, those are the most vicious and evil, the most vicious government servants and white men in ten miles and eight villages. When taxing Latin, their most vicious faces and most vicious words are not comparable to those evil spirits. .

At least the yamen servants and Bai Ding were not able to slash and kill at will, just like he slashed and killed a grasshopper.

Those evil spirits were the scariest things he had ever seen since he was a child.

They are the monsters crawling out of hell, and they are the ghosts in the old people's mouth.

He saw with his own eyes in the pile of firewood that the evil spirits were still laughing and talking to the family in the last lesson, and the next moment they heard that they couldn't come up with 5 coins, they pulled out their knives and killed them all.

The boy had been thinking anxiously.

With enough food in his stomach and a dozen unfinished oil cakes in the pot, he wanted to live again.

And at this time.

The sound of hoofs was getting closer.

Finally, it stopped at the door of Liu Dahu's house.

"Didn't those bastards who went one step earlier told them to leave something behind? Don't kill everyone."

"Yeah, it's another deadly village. It's not easy for these bastards to find someone to cook for."

"Go to that big family's house, and I told them this time, don't burn the house down, wait until the infantry have lived there before burning down."

"Hurry up, hurry up."

"I hope they can keep a maid or something."

"Yes, Miss, don't count on it."

Following the cavalry, they dismounted and entered the yard of Liu Dahu's house.

The teenager hiding in the kitchen on the east side heard more and more clearly, and became more and more nervous.

He almost passed out.

The horrible corpse and dripping blood were brewing in his mind again.

At this moment, he couldn't help holding his hands and praying to the gods and Buddhas all over the sky.

Please, let me get through this.

Let me, like everyone else, get through it.

Even if I starve to death in the end, I beg you to let me get through this.

Er Gouzi will make golden bodies for you in the future.

He began to pray.

Taishang Laojun, Queen Mother, Dragon Lord, Land Grandma...

One after another, the names of gods that he had heard and seen before, lived in his heart one by one.

Yet in his supplication.

The five Jurchen cavalry, no, to be precise, they should be the cavalry of the Han Eight Banners.

This kind of work of arresting young men and searching for treasures is entrusted to them.

First, the difficulty is not high, and second, it can boost their morale.

The scouts who really collect battlefield intelligence are not collected at night. They are the most elite white armors, and they will not be distracted by other things.

These sentry cavalry are searching for where there are rich and powerful families, which city is rich and poorly guarded... that's the information.

Anyway, when the time comes, almost all the treasures they loot will be handed over to the Eight Banners masters.

If you want to hide it privately, you can hide dozens of taels at most.

I can't hide any more.

Gu Dao’s method of storing silver, one storing six ingots and 300 taels of silver, must have been practiced since childhood.

The five cavalrymen walked towards the kitchen talking and laughing.

They smelled the aroma of oil cakes.

"It's okay, those turtle grandchildren still know how to leave food for the people behind, otherwise, I will chop up the mutton and eat it."

In the panic of the teenagers, five people entered the kitchen.

Then I glanced around and saw no one.

Then they ate the pancakes on the stove.

While eating, someone suddenly said: "Find some beans to feed the horses."

A man looked around in the kitchen and found a bag of soybeans.

When I was about to leave, I suddenly noticed a line of footprints on the ground, which were wiped footprints.

It leads vaguely into the firewood pile.

He smiled at the other accomplices.

They quietly drew their waist knives.

They are going to play a cruel game.

They walked up and down outside the woodpile.

"There's a guy hiding around, where is he hiding?"

"It would be nice to be a maid."

"It's okay to be a servant."

"Hahaha!"

They smiled cruelly, like gods who control the fate of others.

Indeed, in such a fixed time and space, they are the gods who control the fate of many people!

The reason why massacre is addictive is that after some people have tasted the taste of dominating other people's lives at will, and dominating others' emotions, sorrows, joys, joys and fears at will, they can no longer do without it.

They took out their knives and aimed them at the pile of firewood.

However, what surprised them was that what appeared on the knife edge was not blood!

It's green slime!
"What the hell is this?"

"I don't know, open it and have a look!"

A cavalry picks firewood directly with a waist knife!
The screams sounded!
But it wasn't the boy who made the noise, but those cavalrymen!
That's right, the person who was frightened and paralyzed by fright was not that boy!
But five evil spirits!

The ghosts of the five Han and Eight Banners, what did they see?
I saw a monster in front of the firewood pile!

Its head is full of snake-like tentacles, and there are all kinds of snakes!

There are 8 eyes on the face.

The whole body is full of all kinds of spores!
Just looking at it makes people get goose bumps all over their bodies, and one glance can kill obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Monster, evil spirit!"

"Run!"

"Hack him!"

Five people speak different words.

These downright evil spirits who had just killed countless people with their own hands were already petrified when they saw the real devils and evil gods.

Someone was rolling and crawling, trying to run backwards.

Some people frantically hacked and killed with waist knives!

The monster suddenly stretched out two snakes and directly entangled two of them.

It seemed that they could break free easily, but the two were frightened and screamed crazily.

One of them instinctively slashed at the snake with a waist knife.

To his surprise, the snake's body was cut off!

Ten of them seemed to be recovering from their madness.

Quickly ran out the door!
Then he got on his horse quickly and ran out the door scrambling to be the first.

Fortunately, the door of Dahu Liu's house is big with a wide opening, otherwise, several people would bump into each other.

(End of this chapter)