Chapter 22 Zhang Shisan
Zhang Shisan, who led a large group of troops to attack the provincial capital Anqing Mansion, looked down on Guan Shengyun from the bottom of his heart.
Zhang Shisan was born as a salesman and had never seen his mother. His earliest childhood memory was of his father's trembling back: he was sitting in a basket while his father carried needles and threads from people who traveled around the countryside to make a living. Dad is very skillful with his hands. In addition to selling things, he can do other things such as treating animals, repairing their hooves, and cleaning bowls and basins for others. Although the days are full and hungry, they are much better than those poor children in the mountains who are still naked buttocks.
Zhang Shisan was once very familiar with Anqing: it was here that his father found various shops, bought or borrowed bits and pieces of things, and then took them to the countryside to sell. Each trip lasted ten days and a half. When the basket gradually became empty, I knew it was time to come back. That was the moment I was most looking forward to: my father would sometimes buy half a gourd of old wine and look very happy. He would even pick out candies from the basket and stuff them into his mouth with a smile - the slightest hint of sweetness, which could last forever. Qin enters the heart!
His father's appearance was blurred, but Zhang Shisan clearly remembered that his father had two faces: he nodded and bowed and smiled at everyone, even if they pushed him or chased him away. However, I am always very cruel to myself - especially when I yell for a long time and no one buys anything.
Zhang Shisan doesn’t like rainy days. The bamboo hat covering the basket couldn't block much rain, and the mountain wind blew on me, making it as cold as a knife.
However, in my childhood memories, there was a time when it didn’t rain for a long time. It's been a really long time, several years. Dad's business has become quiet, and he often leaves for many days, but the baskets are still full. At that time, my father's temper would become very bad, and he would be slapped a few times at every turn.
Until one day, I turned around a mountain bend and ran into a group of guys in ragged clothes holding hatchets and sticks in their hands...
Looking back now, it was definitely my father who was robbed by them back then. Maybe he was coerced, or maybe his father had a sudden change of heart and joined the gang anyway. Anyway, he never returned to the city since then. Anyway--his father was gone soon...
I heard that the government took it and beheaded it.
This group of people's home base is in the mountains, and there are hundreds of people - many of them bring their families with them. Strong men go out in groups to rob, but most of the time they come back empty-handed: there is no profit, it is difficult for ordinary farmers to survive, there is really nothing to rob, and the wealthy families not only have high courtyard walls, but also people like wolves. Protected by tiger-like servants and long-term workers, not only will they not get any benefits, but people will also die. Those who are injured and do not run away will be kidnapped and taken to the government in exchange for rewards like their father. Women, old and young, dug wild vegetables and dug mouse holes. It was a miserable life... Logically speaking, in this kind of environment, a child without a father should not survive long.
But the king is coming with his troops!
The king's surname is also Zhang, and his name is Zhang Hu.
King Zhang's method is very powerful: surround the village, and those who try to escape or resist will of course die. Gather the remaining people together, take away everything that can be moved, and take everything that cannot be moved with the house. The fire burns away. So these people could only follow the king. Rich families were not so lucky. As long as they did not escape, the whole family would often end up dead. Oh, except for some pretty women, they would be divided by the bosses - but most of them would not live long.
Zhang Shisan was surprised to find that when he surrounded the next village, the victims in the previous village were often more ruthless than the old thieves. Gradually, Zhang Shisan understood: they could only vent the injustice they suffered by inflicting violence on weaker people.
The king is also very good at leading troops. He separated the young and old from the young and old, and led the middle army to guard the old camp, where the family members, women and children were. The others were divided into four armies, front, rear, left and right, and swept all the way.
So the teenage Zhang Shisan entered the children's camp ignorantly and finally became a thief.
The king is more powerful in fighting. It just rushed all the way regardless of it, like a flash flood. The former soldiers are not afraid of death - because they know that their children are all in the old camp behind. If they don't work hard, the whole family will not survive; the old camp behind will not be left behind - what they count on: fathers, sons, brothers and sisters They are right in front, so we will follow them even if we risk our lives.
Of course, many people will die in this way of fighting, but the most important thing in the king's hands is human life! In the words of the king: If the food is taken away and the houses and crops are burned, there are not as many people as there are people!
But the king hit a wall in Luzhou Mansion. There are many market towns around, and in order to grab more things, the various departments spread out too much. Finally, I remembered that I was afraid that the defenders would burn the treasury, and I underestimated the enemy, so I hurriedly ordered an attack on the city, but met with strong resistance. The cannon fodder filling the trenches died all over the ground without saying a word. Four battalions attacked, and when the sky turned dark, Or they just occupy a small area on the city wall to engage in a stalemate. What matters now is luck and morale. It depends on who can last until the end - and at this time, the king only has one personal guard in his hand. Camp!
The king also had no idea. In desperation, he pushed up the unarmored boy camp. He didn't have much hope. It would be nice to distract the defenders' energy and buy more time - a dead person would have less food to eat - Let's see if we get a chance and attack the guard camp again. If it doesn't work, we can run away in the dark... I am the youngest and follow the others to climb up the city empty-handed. The half-grown children holding knives attracted everyone's attention, and they got through the cracks between people's legs. In order to avoid the knife and gun, they climbed up the flagpole - but accidentally pulled the flag down!
In the blink of an eye, all the defenders on each section of the city wall collapsed, and the city was destroyed...
The king saw the little one on the flagpole from a distance, clapped his thigh and was so happy. When he found out that his surname was Zhang, he was even more happy and accepted him as his adopted son in public. Today is August 13th, so the name came into being.
The memory of that day is fixed in the moment when the king, oh, the adoptive father said, "There is no need to go back to the children's camp"... Then he drank a large bowl full of wine, and he didn't know anything anymore.
Then, the personal servant, the personal guard, the captain of the personal guard... step by step, I have not talked to my adoptive father for sixteen or seven years. It has been seven or eight years since I led an army to fight in the north and south. When will I let my adoptive father down? Pass? The man surnamed Guan was just a dog soldier from the army. Although he brought thousands of troops to surrender, wasn't he really desperate? In less than a few years, how could he be on equal footing with himself as a "general master"? Back then, my father died in the hands of these dog officers and soldiers...
Over the years, I have traveled to Gansu, Shaanxi, Sichuan, Huguang, Liangjiang... more than half of the Ming Dynasty. Time flies, and I return to my birthplace again. I can't help but have mixed feelings. Although the accent has changed to a southern accent, Anqing Mansion is my hometown after all, and I still have some feelings in my heart. Luzhou Prefecture is a good place for him to make a fortune. Of course he doesn't want to be slaughtered to ashes by someone named Guan - that would be so damn frustrating! So I sent a battalion of soldiers over to keep an eye on it. Even if Guan misunderstands me and takes the credit, what will happen? The adoptive father knew what he was doing.
It was quite easy to capture Wangjiang County. The city wall has been in disrepair for a long time. In many places, the wall bricks have weathered away and are directly exposed to the soil. How long can the county magistrate lead hundreds of strong men to resist? Haha, Yamen! I really made myself stupid by studying: can the government officials believe it? That is a despicable industry, and none of the descendants will be able to take the imperial examination! So it is passed down from father to son from generation to generation. You are a retired official. A few years ago, my grandpa left. Their ancestors have stayed here for generations. Can they be of the same mind as you? No, just as we set up our stance and before we started to attack the city, the city gate was opened, and the county magistrate was kidnapped by his own servants and sent over...
The dog officer was pretty tough, and he kept scolding me there. Haha, it's the same old rules. Without waiting for his orders, Ergouzi grabbed his hair with one hand and stabbed it into his mouth and stirred it a few times. His tongue and teeth were broken, so he couldn't curse, could he? There is no such thing as a good dog officer. Besides, if I fall into their hands, it will only be worse. So, deserve it!
The government officials are even worse. The storyteller once said that if someone is not guilty of a crime, he should be killed. However, they are still useful now.
It is much more efficient to let them lead a few teams to dig out the rich people's houses than to run into them on their own. As a small county town, there won't be a large amount of food and material reserves. You can find as much as you can, but there will definitely be some fine gold and silver. Many people are quite stupid and think that it is safe to bury them in any corner - if it were so simple, why should I be so popular wherever I go? Everyone knows this: Take a few buckets of water from the well and pour it on the ground. If it seeps quickly, you don't have to ask. The soil is newly filled. Dig it!
Finally, round up all the people. Hehe, in two days we will go to Anqing Mansion to fill in the trenches. It is possible to accept prisoners in the prison, but in a small county town, there are not many prisoners, so just count them as a few.
There are two children in the county government office of Gou Guan who are different from other children. Although their faces are smeared with pot ashes and their clothes are in rags, they look different from country children at first glance. Others also peek at them from time to time. Come on, I don’t dare to touch my eyes! Come here, pick them off... Haha, what did I say? Look at this body with thin skin and white flesh, and a red silk bellyband!
Bring the dog officer to our house!
Hahahaha, weren't you very tough just now? Why did you kneel down and know how to kowtow? What, what did you say? My mouth is full of blood, and I can't hear you clearly, General! In front of him, I chopped off the two officials!
What about the government officials? Call them all.
Don't be afraid. You have opened the city gate. You are one of your own. Follow me. From now on, you can drink wine and eat meat! What, a small family? Don’t worry, everyone is in the old camp! Or... stick your head out and chop it? From now on, you will have nothing to worry about, hahaha, it’s your choice!
oh? You made up your mind to go with me so quickly? But...this general is still a little worried! Otherwise, the dog officer will be tied to a pillar outside the county government office, and you can each stab him! Only when there is blood on your hands can you be considered a real person. Someone, give them a knife! Anyone who doesn't take the knife will be chopped by me!
Ha ha ha ha.
