103. Block three

Style: Historical Author: A book full of poems and thousands of flowersWords: 2613Update Time: 24/01/11 18:58:56
Chen Guzi ran huffing and puffing, out of breath.

He was originally sent to dig soil at the shipyard. Zhang Gada yelled: "Who knows the way to Yangliuqing? I'll give you money for leading the way."

He had sharp eyesight and quick hands, so he immediately raised his hand. This was a new rule he had learned here. If he wanted to talk to the superior about something, he had to raise his hand first and shout: "Report".

You can only speak when your commander allows you to speak.

One good thing about Chen Guzi is that he is usually languid and doesn't like to talk. However, he always observes wherever he goes and only takes action when he understands the situation.

While the others were still stunned, he raised his hand first.

One arm stood up, as if a donkey had appeared among the sheep, and Zhang Gada immediately saw it.

"Are you familiar with the road? We have to take the road at night. If you take the wrong route and delay the military plane, you will be dealt with according to the military law. Do you know that you will be beheaded?" Zhang Gada threatened.

"Master, I won't go wrong even if I close my eyes. I am from Yangliuqing, where my ancestors have been living for generations. If Master Chen hadn't taken away the ancestral property and beat my father to death, I had no choice but to take him with me. I ran here with my family."

"It's up to you. Here's five hundred dollars. I'll give you the rest of the return journey." He said and threw a heavy linen bag over.

Chen Guzi hurriedly caught it and put it in his arms.

I felt ecstatic in my heart. I dug two square meters of soil this morning and earned two copper coins. I was very happy when I saw that others had only dug one square meter of soil.

He is in good health. Others can only dig three cubic meters of soil a day, but he can dig four cubic meters of soil, or even five cubic meters of soil. The food here is enough to satisfy him. He has not had a full meal in many years. He feels that if he is full, Digging five cubic meters of soil in one day is definitely no problem.

One month is 150 pure copper coins, which is equivalent to three coins of silver.

He found that although these military masters who oversaw the work were all fierce and cold, and looked at him with wide eyes, it seemed that they dared to kill people, which was scary to look at, but they were very true to their words, spitting every breath and nailing every nail.

They say you will be given a pure copper coin for digging a square of soil. If you have dug enough, you will be given money at that time.

It was extremely satisfying. He had never seen a host who gave money so happily in his life.

He understood at that time that the rules here were that whatever the gang said, you would be given money if you obeyed, and if you made trouble, you would be knifed.

As soon as he heard that he was going to Yangliuqing, he was given a thousand pure copper coins. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and snatched this good job.

Only then did the others react, and their eyes turned red with jealousy.

Just now I was wondering if this was true or not. Is it dangerous to go there? Is it reliable to lead the way and give Guangqian money?

They were all stunned. Isn't this pie in the sky? There is such a good thing.

Chen Guzi sneered at these red-eyed people.

You are the only ones who have to see the male and female of a fly before you take action. You can't even grab the hot ones even if you eat shit.

Seeing that I was alone, and many of them were relatives, I squeezed myself and forced myself to dig where there were shrubs.

These black-hearted people have to think everything through and then choose the best thing to do. If they don't take advantage, they feel like they are losing money. How can such a thing seize the opportunity?

If there is a real chance, by the time you realize it, it will be gone.

When Chen Guzi set off with a large group of people, he realized that being a soldier was really not easy. They were carrying more than 40 kilograms of equipment and luggage on their backs, and they were walking very fast. He didn't take anything with him and he only walked for an hour before his hips were stretched.

There was a whirring sound in my lungs, like a bellows. My respiratory tract is as painful as burning, my throat is so salty, my face is red and my neck is thick.

He was being carried away by two soldiers before he could barely keep up.

Zhang Gada saw that this was not going to work. The regiment training consisted of a five-kilometer rapid march with heavy loads in the morning and evening. Although the guide was in good health and had a strong arm, strength and endurance were two different things.

During group training, everyone has been trained to adjust their breathing. They know how to breathe without missing a breath, and how to adjust their pace and shout chants to save energy.

This guide has just walked 12 kilometers and his hips are stretched. If this continues, there will be no way to reach Yangliuqing. It doesn't matter if he collapses, he doesn't know the way.

"Find a pack horse, unload the supplies, and tie his legs to the horse." Zhang Gada gave the order loudly.

Zhang Gada's two guards immediately brought a pack horse over from behind and dispersed the supplies to other horses. Without any explanation, he put him on the horse.

"Sir, I don't know how to ride a horse, I don't know how to ride a horse, ah!" Chen Guzi was scared to death. If he fell, he would be lame. It doesn't matter that he is lame, his family still expects to be supported by him.

But the two soldiers were like wolves and tigers, and they were firmly tied up after three strikes.

Now I can’t even think about dropping it.

So he was led on horseback to the front of the team, alongside Yang Fan and Tu Shanyue.

"You are the guide, what is your name?" Yang Fan asked. "We'll be walking at night soon, so don't take us the wrong way."

When Chen Guzi took a look, he saw a young and shameless officer riding a tall horse, and there was a girl beside him. She was really pretty, but her pretty face was frosty, as if someone owed her money.

He looked at her and glared at himself, "Good guy, this girl is so murderous, so scared that Chen Guzi almost fell over."

"Hey, back to the old man. Young Chen Guzi has been from Yangliuqing for generations, from Yangliuqing to Tianjin Aicheng and Tanggu. Not to mention walking at night, even with his eyes closed, he can't go wrong." Chen Guzi slowly became confident. said.

The girl glanced at him and said, "It will get dark soon. Can you see the road clearly?"

Due to malnutrition these days, many people suffer from night blindness, which is called blindfolding in the local area. When it gets dark or the light dims, they cannot see the road clearly.

Chen Guzi said with a somewhat sarcastic smile: "Although I am a little blind, I have experience. I am good at walking at night."

"Hehe, you kid is doing the same thing. Let me tell you what experience you have." Chen Fan was also aroused by him, and he happened to be a little bored on the way at night.

The moon is still very big today and the road is not difficult to see.

"Sir, as the saying goes, a road with black mud, white water and yellow can be distinguished by just looking at the color, and it will never fall into a ditch."

Yang Fan sounded a little interesting and asked: "How do you say it?"

“When I walk at night, what looks dark is a muddy puddle, and your feet will get muddy if you step on it; what looks white and white is a puddle without feet, and if you step on it, your shoes will definitely get wet; only Where it looks yellow, it is dry and hard land. Remember this proverb when walking at night, it can be said to be foolproof."

Yang Fan thought that this was really the case. This boy was quite experienced in life. He couldn't help but ask him again, "Since you are from Yangliuqing Town and are not farming at home, why did you go to the Tracker Village to stretch your hair?"

He had heard Zhang Ga'da say before that he had found a fiber-stretching man from Tracker Village to be his guide.

Chen Guzi burst into tears when he heard Yang Fan's words.

"Master, the more children I have, the more verbal gifts I have. After Prime Minister Zhang changed the whipping method, the crops in the field have to be sold and converted into money to pay taxes, but the price of harvested grain is low and cannot be sold at the price. The grain merchants were monopolized by the government and the gentry, who tried their best to keep the price of grain down. The government said that the silver they had finally exchanged was not in good quality, so they charged additional fire costs. The small family, coupled with the corvee, was really unbearable, so they had to Dedicate the land to Chen Juren, a fellow sect member in the town."

Yang Fan said: "Then you don't have to pay the full amount of taxes, and your family's life will be easier. Why do you come here to get slim?"

Chen Guzi's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Damn it, Chen Juren bullied my family's illiteracy, colluded with the people in the dental industry, and wrote a fake contract, saying that the land was used to pay off the debt, and my family fell out after only three years of investment. He refused to admit it. They kicked my family out. My father went to argue and was severely beaten. He died three days after he came back."

After Chen Guzi finished speaking, he sadly wiped away his tears.

Tu Shanyue also said angrily: "Since we are all from the same clan, how could this Chen surnamed be so shameless and annex the land of the same clan instead of taking care of the township party after he passed the examination?"

"Whose mansion is the biggest and most spacious in this town." Although Yang Fan sympathized with Chen Guzi's experience, he thought of a problem. How could more than 3,000 people camp? They had to find the largest landlord's compound in the area, and they also needed to provide food. , this can only be solved by the local gentry. These thugs are not soldiers and can sleep in the wilderness.

"Of course it's Chen Ju's family. His house occupies a whole street. His mansion is to the north, and his shops are all to the south."