Cutting over the end of the Ming Dynasty: a dog-leg knife at the beginning

Chapter 28
The inconceivable tone of County Magistrate Fang is a bit hurtful, but it is also understandable: a group of farmers encountered Jian slave rangers twice, and it is a miracle how many people escaped. Slave ranger, and beheaded a white armored soldier who was so brave! ?No matter how you look at it, it looks like a myth.

Xiao Yufang pointed to the blood-stained armor on a large cart: "Where are all the armors?"

Fang Yizhi looked in the direction she pointed, and his eyes were fixed on the two sets of blood-stained silver-white armors.When he was in the capital, he was also responsible for inspecting the trophies sent by the frontier army. With some experience, he could tell at a glance that this was the sign of the white armored soldiers who built slaves.The well-informed county magistrate only felt dizzy.My God, did these peasants take Dali Pills, and they actually wiped out Jiannu Rangers twice with backhands, and even killed a white armored soldier!The most wonderful thing is that they are all the people under their own rule... Doesn't this mean that they have made great contributions to their education, everyone is loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and they are not afraid of powerful enemies?This political achievement is much better than the amount of money and fodder handed in every year. It is developed, and this time it is really developed.This political veteran had an idea as soon as he rolled his eyes. No matter what, he must take this victory into his own hands... Whether he can turn around or not depends on this time!After making up his mind, he bowed his hands to Yang Menglong and said, "Thank you, righteous men, for saving these common people and helping them kill so many slaves!"

Yang Menglong said carelessly: "Save the polite words for later, but now I'm cold and hungry, and I'm about to lose my hair...Even if I can bear it, this precious dead ghost can't bear it." The one behind was injured by the stone Legs, lying on the cart with a pale green face from the cold, he sneezed like a frost-beaten winter melon.

Fang Yizhi took a breath: "Building slaves will produce prisoners!!!"

Yang Menglong said: "It's guaranteed to be a fake. It's a pity that it's a defective product, and its leg was broken by a stone."

Fang Yizhi didn't care at all whether this man was missing an arm or a leg, as long as he was still alive.The slaves were built into the bandits, and the capital was ravaged. I don’t know how many cities were destroyed, and the people were slaughtered.Dedicating this prisoner is no less than beheading ten Jian slaves. It has made a fortune, and this time it has made a fortune!He shouted to the people behind him: "What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and take these first-level armors and store them carefully. Keep your hands and feet clean. This is dedicated to the Holy Majesty. If something goes wrong, be careful with your heads! And , take this living one down and take care of him carefully, don’t let him die!”

This is a long-faced job, a group of wimpy government servants swarmed up, leading the horses, and pushing the carts, and brought these spoils in.Fang Yizhi bowed his hands to Yang Menglong again, and said: "Righteous man, you have made great contributions. I will definitely go to the court and reward you heavily. The reward you deserve will not be less! If you want to As an official, the official can also recommend it on his behalf, a hundred households is not a problem!"

"The value has risen again." Yang Menglong muttered in his heart. When Xu Gong wooed him yesterday, he said that if he was willing to join Zhang Qianhu, he would be guaranteed to be a chief or even a small banner official. , Is it true that Lao Tzu's official luck is so strong that even the city walls can't stop it?He also knows that there is no free lunch in the world, and Fang Yizhi needs to reward him for helping him, such as getting a share of the military exploits.Yang Menglong doesn't have much opinion on this. After all, he has no contacts in the Ming Dynasty. He has to rely on Fang Yizhi to turn the spoils in his hands into real benefits. Otherwise, these heads will only rot in his hands, okay? , Seeing that you didn't leave the common people behind and closed the door to hide yourself to save your life, let me give you a share of the credit.

Fang Yizhi didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that he didn't speak, he thought he didn't believe him. He got a little anxious and said, "Could it be that Yang Yishi can't trust me? I'm Mr. Sun Ge's disciple. Mr. Sun Ge We are also thirsty for talents, and since the righteous man is so brave and good at fighting, I will recommend him to the elder, and he will be happy to accept him. By then, the righteous man will have a bright future!" He felt a little ashamed when he said this.Why?For no reason, the disciples of big shots are all over the world. Students from every subject go to Beijing to take exams. They are still a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from the capital, but they are targeted by the predators in the court. The big shots will send them before they even sit on their butts. Someone comes over and invites you to come to his house to talk. If you have no objection, you are his disciple and he will try his best to take care of you.If you have any objections, then I'm sorry, you are in his eyes. Unless you can find a stronger backing, the fate that awaits you is [-]% loss of reputation.To put it bluntly, these students have already been involved in party strife before they even get involved in officialdom, and they can't help themselves.Those big shots are very smart. They carefully select the students they think are the most promising, give them small favors and favors, win over them in every possible way, and put their own stamp on them. When this student actually reaches high school, he becomes People in my own party have formed a good relationship even if they are not brought to my side. It will be easier to talk about in the future. To put it bluntly, there is no free lunch in the world. These small favors must be repaid, maybe in five years, maybe in five years. Ten years, maybe next year, it’s all going to pay off anyway.Those high-ranking officials are most concerned about two things, one is fighting for power, and the other is giving favors - perhaps long-term investment is more appropriate. Of course, fighting for power means not giving in, and long-term investment cannot be left behind. It would be nice to have someone to take care of you when you lose power.This is also how he got his status as a disciple. Being a disciple of Mr. Sun Ge sounds quite majestic. God knows if Mr. Sun Chengzong still remembers that he had such a disciple!However, Magistrate Fang has a way to make Mr. Sun Ge remember him, and there is a great opportunity in front of him.

Everyone knows that Sun Chengzong loves talents and has a keen eye to recognize talents.He single-handedly promoted Yuan Chonghuan, Zhao Lijiao, Man Gui and others, all of whom were not ordinary people. It was these outstanding people who managed the Guanning defense line like an iron wall, causing Hou Jin to be beaten to death many times.Now that Mangui and Zhao Lijiao have died in battle, Yuan Chonghuan is in prison, and Guan Ningjun, who once gathered all the stars, only has one Zu Dashou left. Elder Ge must be worried, and at this time, he can recommend someone who can make his eyes shine. What's the difficulty in getting him to remember himself?
How did Yang Menglong know that there are so many twists and turns here, he only knows that he is very hungry now, his belly is stuck to his back, and he is terribly cold, he is really not in the mood to chat with Magistrate Fang, so he nodded simply promise.Fang Yizhi was overjoyed, and personally led the way ahead, brought Yang Menglong and others into the city, and at the same time ordered his servants to go back quickly and hold a banquet to clean up the dust for Yang Menglong and others.Yang Menglong pointed to Xu Gong, saying that this is also a meritorious minister, and he was seriously injured. Fang Yizhi didn't say anything, and sent someone to invite a doctor. His attitude was really useless.

Yang Menglong's first impression of this county was that it was very poor. Most of them were low-rise bungalows with holes in their walls that could only be stuffed with straw. They were too poor.Occasionally there are a few houses, but they are red bricks and green tiles, very grand, and the big gap between rich and poor makes him shocked.Now there are countless civilians who have fled to the county huddled under the eaves of the street, shivering from the cold. Not far away, two streets are blocked by the flow of people, and dirty big bowls are raised high above their heads. It turns out that they are government officials. Porridge is being served.The yamen patrolled back and forth with water and fire sticks. If they found anyone cutting in line, they would hit them with the stick. But even so, the behavior of cutting in line was still forbidden repeatedly. There was no way. Everyone was very hungry. Who knew if he would be the last one? Of course, I have to squeeze forward by every possible means.

A burly man suddenly turned around, glared at the eleven or twelve-year-old boy behind him, and cursed: "Squeeze, squeeze, what are you squeezing, are you in a hurry to reincarnate!?"

The boy stared blankly at the strong man, tears welling in his eyes.The woman behind him hurriedly apologized: "My lord, this kid hasn't eaten for a day, he's very hungry, and he's ignorant, so don't argue with him, I'll accompany you on his behalf!"

The burly man glared at the child, then looked at the thin woman and the baby in her arms, and sighed: "Oh, if you don't feel so hungry that your chest is pressed against your back, who would have the patience to bear this burden?" The piercing cold wind is queuing up here. You are too pitiful, forget it, let me give way." Said and walked behind the two mother and son.The woman kept thanking her, and the boy cried out, "Mom, I'm hungry!"

The woman rubbed the child's face with her skinny hands and said, "Be patient, be patient, it will be our turn soon..."

Xiao Yufang sighed pitifully, and said, "It's so pitiful..."

Yang Menglong also had a sore nose and asked Fang Yizhi: "Sir, why don't you open more porridge shops so that they can have a bite of hot food to warm their stomachs earlier?"

Fang Yizhi smiled wryly: "Open a few more porridge shops? It's not easy to say, the county government doesn't have much food in stock, so we can only distribute a little porridge, so there are still too many monks and too little porridge. It makes people unable to live!"

Yang Menglong pursed his lips, and had a deeper understanding of the hardships of life for farmers in the late Ming Dynasty.In the 21st century, let alone a rich second generation like him, even in impoverished mountainous areas, people don’t have to worry about food and clothing, standing in long queues against the biting cold wind, enduring blank stares and cursing, just to get a bowl gruel, which is unimaginable to him.If things go on like this, before the Jiannu fight over, most of these refugees will die from cold and hunger!

(End of this chapter)