"Whether you want to work or join the army, you can come to Zhu Zhengze tomorrow to register. Okay, after I finish speaking, let's all leave."
After Han Zhen finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the house regardless of the reactions of the villagers.
If they really want to work or join the army, they will go there on their own.
For those who don’t want to go, no matter how much they talk, it’s useless.
The bustle in the world is all for the benefit of coming; the hustle and bustle of the world is all for the benefit of the future.
When a pancake needs 500 coins, he can guarantee that these villagers can do it better than anyone else.
In the same way, when they find that they can make a better life by joining the army than farming, they will naturally be moved.
It was getting late and night was falling.
The villagers in the barn dispersed one after another, each with a different look on their face.
After a while, smoke was burning from every household.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
…
The next day.
Early in the morning, Han Zhen woke up to a loud noise.
After opening the door and washing himself, he walked towards the second courtyard.
As soon as he passed the courtyard gate, Han Zhen couldn't help but pause.
Looking around, the courtyard was crowded with people, and there was no place to stay.
Zhu Zhengze was surrounded by people, and his ears were filled with chattering voices. Even with his dull personality, he was sweating profusely at this moment.
Seeing that An Niang and her sister-in-law were blocked in the kitchen and couldn't get out, Han Zhen shouted: "What are you doing here? Do you want to rebel?"
In an instant, the whole house became completely quiet.
Looking around, Han Zhen said loudly: "Everyone, go out and line up in a long queue in an orderly manner. Ma Sangou, take people to maintain order. If anyone dares to cause trouble, take him down on the spot!"
"yes!"
Ma Sangou's voice sounded, but no one could be seen at all, and he didn't know where he was squeezed into.
Wow!
The next moment, the crowd in the courtyard receded like a tide.
"call!"
Zhu Zhengze took a deep breath, lifted up his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
At that moment, he felt like there were countless ducks quacking in his ears, and he felt dizzy.
Ma Sangou and the others were not much better, they even lost one of their shoes.
Quickly picking up his shoes and putting them on, Ma Sangou walked out of the yard with a simple knife.
Quickly walking into the hall, pulling up a chair and sitting down, Han Zhen asked: "How is it? How many have been registered?"
Zhu Zhengze pointed to the blank paper on the table and said with a wry smile: "It's too chaotic and noisy, I can't even hear what they are saying."
"You are only responsible for registering the leasing of livestock and recruiting workers for building the cottage. Leave the rest to me."
Han Zhen said, taking a stack of white paper from in front of him.
Given Zhu Zhengze's naive temperament, so many people might not be able to register until dark.
Why!
There are still too few scholars in the village, and there is simply not enough.
Seeing Mrs. Han Zhang come out of the kitchen, Han Zhen ordered: "Sister-in-law, could you please go to the small warehouse in the backyard and get a basket of copper coins."
"Why."
Mrs. Han Zhang responded and walked towards the backyard.
After a while, he and Fang Sansan worked together to drag a basket of copper coins to the hall.
Han Zhang asked curiously: "Erlang, why are you getting paid today?"
"It will be useful later!"
Han Zhen smiled slightly mysteriously.
While the two were talking, the villagers came in in a long line.
Han Zhen said: "Divide into two teams. Those who rent livestock and build forts should register with Zhu Zhengze, and those who recruit workers and join the army should come to me."
Upon hearing this, the long queue immediately divided into two teams.
A villager walked forward quickly and said, "Village Chief, I want to recruit workers."
"Name?"
"Zhang San."
Han Zhen quickly wrote a deed, handed it over and said, "Put your fingerprints on it, then go to the barn and wait."
When Zhang San finished pressing his fingerprints, Han Zhen waved his hand and called: "Next one!"
Han Zhen's registration efficiency was very fast, which was in sharp contrast to Zhu Zhengze on the side.
After a while, a pile of deeds was piled on the table.
However, from the beginning to now, all the villagers who came to him were here to recruit workers, and none of them joined the army.
Seeing that the team was getting shorter and shorter, Ma Sangou lowered his voice and said with a slightly anxious tone: "Brother Han, this is not the way to go."
"No hurries."
Han Zhen said nonchalantly.
It is normal for villagers to resist joining the army. In fact, the Northern Song Dynasty completely ruined the profession of soldiers.
To be exiled to the army requires tattooing.
This is different from tattooing, which is to tattoo the soldier's name and place of origin directly on the face.
The advantage is that it can effectively prevent deserters.
After all, with tattoos on his face, no matter where he ran, others would know he was a deserter.
But the disadvantages are also obvious. This kind of tattoo with a strong insulting nature directly destroyed the self-esteem of the soldiers and broke the backbone of the Song Dynasty warriors.
Coupled with the bad reputation of the Xiang Army in recent years, the already not very good image of the military has been completely stepped into the quagmire.
As a result, thieves and soldiers have become the lowest and most vicious curse words, just like thieves and thieves.
Under the influence of such a trend, it is strange that the villagers can have a favorable impression of joining the army.
In their understanding, a good man would not join the army.
If you want to change this deep-rooted concept, it will not happen overnight, it needs to be subtle.
Of course, it was not impossible for Han Zhen to force conscription, but it would not be able to guarantee the combat effectiveness of the army, and it would also completely destroy the prestige that he had worked hard for many days.
There are two completely different things between a person willingly going to the battlefield and being forced to go to the battlefield.
The combat power exerted can almost be described as vastly different.
Compulsory conscription can only get a group of ragtag people. They can fight with the wind, but once they encounter regular troops who are slightly more willing to resist, they will abandon their armor and scramble to escape.
…
A quarter of an hour later, when Han Zhen wrote another deed, he said loudly: "The recruitment quota for the lime kiln and salt factory has been filled. Now we are only recruiting soldiers!"
Hearing this, the villagers lined up at the back became commotion.
Seeing that the recruitment was full, many people moved to another team and planned to build a cottage.
Although building a cottage doesn't last long, you can still earn 20 cents a day.
For a moment, the long queue in front of Han Zhen was reduced to only three or five people.
One of them hesitated for a moment, then cautiously stepped forward and asked: "Village chief, is it true that joining the army will have three dry meals a day and one meat meal every three days?"
Han Zhen didn't answer but asked: "Have I ever lied to you these days?"
"No."
The villager replied subconsciously.
After coming back to his senses, he struggled, but in the end he could not resist the temptation of eating three meals a day of dry rice and meat. He gritted his teeth and said: "Then... then I will join the army!"
A smile flashed in Han Zhen's eyes and he asked: "Name?"
"My name is Zhang He."
After writing down the other party's name, Han Zhen winked at Ma Sangou on the side.
Ma Sangou understood immediately, bent down and took out five hundred copper coins from the basket, and slapped it on the table.
The clanking sound of the copper coins suddenly attracted the attention of all the villagers.
Seeing a pile of golden copper coins on the table, everyone's eyes were filled with fire.
Saying one thousand or saying ten thousand is not as real as the bright money!
Han Zhen pointed to the money and ordered: "This is your salary for this month. Just take the money and go back. I'll report here tomorrow!"
"Thank you, village chief!"
Zhang He thanked him repeatedly, and with a smile on his face, he grabbed the coins and stuffed them into his arms.
The five hundred copper coins made his clothes bulge so much that the flesh on his stomach ached when the coins were stuffed too tight.
But Zhang He didn't care and turned around happily and walked out of the hall.
Seeing this scene, several villagers who were still hesitant immediately rushed up.
"Count me in!"
"I want to join the army too!"
