The sun is rising.
In the fields in the village, there was already a lively scene.
When it was just dawn, the fugitives had already gotten up to harvest wheat.
In the past, I was active because I might die if I slowed down.
Being active now is because I want to finish harvesting the wheat early so that I can reclaim wasteland.
An extra acre of wasteland means a few more buckets of food next year.
For those who have escaped from their households and have been living on two gruels a day for the past few years, there is nothing more tempting than this.
After checking the injuries of Wang Wu and the others, Han Zhen went to visit other wounded soldiers.
The injuries of these soldiers were relatively minor, and the wounds were shallow and short. They only needed to pay attention to hygiene to prevent inflammation and infection of the wounds. The scabs would heal in a few days.
Of course, nutrition must also keep up.
This is why Han Zhen asked for thirty fat pigs yesterday.
You have to give them a good patch up!
After leaving the door, they bumped into Zhang Yi and Yuan Chuliu.
Seeing him, Zhang Yi asked: "Xiao Langjun, what should I, a scribe, do?"
Although he got the job of scribe, when Zhang Yi woke up, he didn't know what he should do.
Han Zhen asked: "Is it possible to walk with a bow in the village?"
"have!"
Zhang Yi nodded.
"You lead the six literate people from yesterday to measure all the fields in the village. It must be accurate. Which acre of field is cultivated by which household must be clearly recorded. Do you understand?"
"I understand!"
After Zhang Yi said this, he left in a hurry.
Han Zhen turned to look at Yuan Chuliu, raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the matter with you?"
Yuan Chuliu rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Little Master, I... I also want to ask for a job."
Hearing this, Han Zhen looked him up and down, and after thinking for a moment, he made an arrangement: "Let's be the head of the village."
"ah?"
Yuan Chuliu was stunned.
"The monthly salary is the same as Zhang Yi's, which is five hundred coins. If any disputes or problems arise among the fugitives in the future, you will be responsible for solving them. If you can't handle them, come back to me."
Han Zhen patted him on the shoulder and said seriously: "Do a good job and don't let me down!"
After regaining consciousness, Yuan Chuliu knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times without saying a word.
Bang bang bang!
The voice was dull, and when he raised his head, a red mark suddenly appeared on his forehead.
"Young Master, I will definitely not let you down."
Han Zhen waved his hand: "Let's go."
After thanking him again, Yuan Chuliu turned and left.
At this moment, he only felt that his steps were light and light, and his gratitude to Han Zhen in his heart could not be greater.
I've grown a lot!
Watching his leaving figure, Han Zhen shook his head and laughed.
In fact, ordinary people can't do the position of district chief.
First of all, we must know all the fleeing households and understand the situation of each fleeing household. Otherwise, how to deal with neighborhood disputes?
Another thing is that the chief has to face some trivial and ridiculous things all day long. If he is impatient, he may be forced to kill someone soon.
Apart from Yuan Chuliu, he really couldn't find a suitable candidate.
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After looking for Zhang He, Han Zhen ordered: "Zhang He, take people to move the money out of the dry well!"
"Got the order!"
Zhang He suddenly became excited when he heard about moving money.
He immediately took a dozen uninjured soldiers and trotted all the way to the backyard.
Fortunately, this guy is not stupid. He did not choose to move baskets up, but simply made a hanger.
Two people tied the rope to the basket at the bottom of the well, and the remaining people pulled it on top.
After gnawing at it for a long time, I finally got more than two thousand copper coins and several boxes of jewelry from the bottom of the well.
"Carry them all to Juyi Hall!"
Han Zhen waved his hand, then picked up a basket of copper coins in one hand and walked into the lobby.
This movement immediately attracted the attention of the deserters.
Looking at the baskets of bright yellow copper coins, everyone swallowed their saliva.
After all the money was moved into the lobby, Han Zhen shouted: "Zhang He, count the war achievements!"
"Got the order!"
After Zhang He responded, he began to count the battle achievements.
When they heard that the reward was about to be paid, the soldiers who were recovering from their injuries in the backyard came in a swarm. If Wang, Wu and the others were not so seriously injured, they would probably come as well.
Taking advantage of the break in counting military achievements, Han Zhen and Ma Sangou began to weigh the copper coins.
More than 11,500 kilograms, which translates into more than 2,300 kilograms.
At this time, Zhang He came forward and said, "Village Chief, the statistics are over."
Now that there are few soldiers, verbal statistics can be used. In the future, when the number of soldiers increases, records will have to be arranged to join the army, and soldiers will have to have their ears cut off as proof.
Han Zhen said loudly: "This time we seized more than 2,300 copper coins, 50% of which were confiscated, leaving more than 1,100 coins as rewards."
After hearing this, the soldiers looked happy and waited for the money to be distributed one by one.
Holding the list in his hand, he read out one by one: "Hu Zhong, six levels of beheading, rewarded with twenty-four ounces."
"Zhang He, behead five levels and reward twenty knives."
"Wang Wu, four levels of beheading, rewarded with twenty-two sticks."
Every time someone was mentioned, a soldier came forward, while Ma Sangou was holding a scale and weighing the money.
Han Zhen's reward is calculated as four coins for one head. If there are other merits such as being the first to climb, there will be other rewards.
If Wang Wu is seriously injured, there will be additional compensation.
A head with four knives of money was not something he just thought up by slapping his forehead, but was customized according to the standards of the Northern Song Dynasty army.
In the early Northern Song Dynasty, Song Taizu Zhao Dazeng sealed the treasury with two million guan of silver as a reward for conquering the Liao Dynasty. If a soldier beheaded one level, he would be rewarded with 10 guan of money!
During the Renzong period, reward money began to decline.
"Martial Arts General Rewards" stipulates: "Those who kill thieves and behead them to the first level will be rewarded with three pieces of silk and money."
Up to now, there are still so many rewards, but there is no guarantee whether the soldiers in the army can get them or how much they will have when they get them.
Seeing the soldiers dragging baskets of copper coins with smiles on their faces, the eyes of the deserters turned red with envy.
Nie Dong has been in the army for ten years and has received only a handful of rewards.
The last reward was obtained by plundering the people when I went to the south to put down the Fangla Uprising two years ago.
The passing of bandits is like a comb, and the passing of soldiers is like a gourd!
Don't think about how good the Western Army is. When it's time to plunder, they will not show any mercy.
In the past, I was just guarding the border and had no chance.
One of the fleeing soldiers couldn't help it anymore and turned to look at Wei Da: "Brother, let me tell you whether we agree or not!"
They are also bandits, they look down on Shi Bao, but they have a great impression of Han Zhen.
It was Han Zhen's heroic appearance yesterday that completely impressed them.
The military is very pure and respects the strong.
If you are strong enough, everyone will obey you.
Besides, there is life-saving grace.
More importantly, Han Zhen really rewarded me with money!
Bright yellow copper coins, baskets and baskets of rewards.
Wei Da's face looked a little better today, but his tone was still a little weak: "I listened to what the fourth child said last night, and I'm afraid this kid has a big plot."
Seeing that his eldest brother was indecisive again, Nie Dong on the side said angrily: "We are already deserters, why should we care about this? Even if he really wants to rebel, so what! Is it possible that we have to plow fields in the mountains for the rest of our lives? "
He was not afraid of Han Zhen's big plans, but he was afraid that Han Zhen would be recruited.
If he was recruited, Han Zhen would be able to get an official position.
But these deserters will be in a difficult situation then.
These words immediately attracted everyone's approval. One of them said: "Fourth brother is right. Even if it's a rebellion, it doesn't matter. I've already had enough of those corrupt officials. If I can kill Tokyo, I'll ask that dog Emperor, why do you condone corrupt officials and oppress us and other border troops!"
"Brother Wei, you must have forgotten that if those dog officers hadn't bullied us too much, how could we have become deserters!"
"I can't help but die. Even if it means death, I don't want to be so aggrieved!"
Listening to the indignant discussion of the brothers, Wei Da sighed slightly and said, "That's it, the fourth brother helped me up."
