The sun sets in the west.
Han Zhen put down his brush, stood up and said, "We are full, everyone, please go back. If there is recruitment next time, I will ask the headman to inform you to wait."
In one afternoon today, more than 300 people were recruited.
When the remaining villagers heard that they were full, they immediately looked disappointed and walked out of the house listlessly, regretting in their hearts that they had not come earlier.
"call!"
Zhu Zhengze and others breathed a long sigh of relief and rubbed their sore wrists.
Han Zhen's move of handing out money in public today had an effect after all.
In just one day, 63 young men registered to join the army.
In addition, there is an endless stream of villagers coming to recruit workers.
The main reason is that the timing of recruitment is perfect.
After the summer harvest, it coincides with the slack time of farming. In the past, at this time, villagers would engage in some side businesses.
Craftsmen such as Carpenter Chen would make some furniture and sell it in the county town.
If you are like a blacksmith apprentice, you can earn some hard money by working hard in the blacksmith shop.
Those without skills can only go to the mountains to find some wild vegetables and fruits to satisfy their hunger, so as to save some food for winter.
Now there is a job, which not only pays wages, but also provides food. How could the villagers miss such a good thing?
There were too many villagers to answer the call, and Zhu Zhengze couldn't handle it alone, so Han Zhen called four literate people brought from the village to help.
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Seeing the sun setting in the west, Chef Shen asked, "Alang, can we serve dinner?"
"Um."
Han Zhen nodded and ordered: "Fang Sansan, go to the front yard to call Blacksmith Yuan and the others to come for dinner."
"good."
Fang Sansan responded and skipped to the front yard.
Nie Dong may seem rough, but in fact he has a delicate mind. He knows that there are female relatives living in the backyard of the house, and it is inconvenient for them to live in the house as a group of deserters.
Therefore, after having a meal at noon, he took the initiative to lead the deserters to stay in the mountain stronghold, leaving only Wei Da, who was seriously injured and had not recovered, to recuperate here.
After Blacksmith Yuan and Wei Da arrived, everyone sat around the dining table to eat.
The meal tonight was very light, porridge with homemade pickles.
There is nothing we can do, the weather is too hot, even though the sun has set now, it is still so hot that people can't breathe.
In this weather, no one has much appetite.
Zhu Zhengze drank an unknown amount of herbal tea throughout the afternoon. At this moment, he felt that his stomach was full of water. If he shook it a little, he could even vaguely hear the sound of water in his stomach, like a camel that was full of water.
After eating only half a bowl of gruel, he put down his bowl and chopsticks.
He lifted up his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his face, looked at the sky outside the courtyard, and said nonchalantly: "I'm afraid this year won't be peaceful."
The fire flows in the seventh month, and the clothes are given in the ninth month.
July is when the weather gradually gets cooler, but now that it's past mid-month, it's getting hotter and hotter.
In previous years, when this kind of abnormal weather occurred, it was either a severe drought or a severe flood.
Natural disasters are bound to be followed by man-made disasters.
Every time there is a major disaster, there must be an uprising. This was an iron rule in ancient times.
The reason is very simple. Take the rural areas around Linzi County as an example. Due to the heavy levies and miscellaneous taxes, farmers who harvest wheat in the summer will basically have no surplus, and all of it must be used to pay taxes.
Only the corn harvested in late autumn, after paying 20% of the field tax, is their ration for the whole winter and the coming year.
Once a severe drought or flood occurs, the corn harvest will plummet, or even no grains will be harvested.
Without the food rations for winter and the coming year, they are instigated by someone who is thoughtful.
I can’t live anymore, so fuck me.
The hatchet is connected to the long wooden pole, first kills the landlord, opens the warehouse to release grain, and then coerces other villages and attacks the county seat...
This is the entire process of the peasant uprising.
What if no one instigates it?
Don't worry, it will definitely happen.
The dynasties placed aside are not necessarily certain, but the Northern Song Dynasty will definitely be there.
Just because, murder and arson were punished!
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Wei Da on the side echoed: "Xiao Lang... village chief, Mr. Xiao Zhu is right, we need to prepare early, just in case."
"I know it well."
Han Zhen nodded solemnly.
It is foreseeable that uprisings will occur frequently throughout the north in the second half of the year, and it is unknown how many people will die.
For him, it is a huge test but also an opportunity.
If you can grasp it, you can expand quickly.
Again, the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish!
"Here comes the chicken soup!"
Chef Shen shouted and walked quickly into the hall carrying a large basin of chicken soup.
Seeing the thick layer of grease floating on the chicken soup, Han Zhen really didn't have any appetite, so he greeted him: "Wei Da, you are injured. Drink more chicken soup to replenish it. Blacksmith Yuan, don't be polite to me."
"Thank you, village chief."
Wei Da and Yuan Blacksmith thanked him gratefully.
In such weather, eating has become a chore.
After finishing the meal, everyone was sweating profusely.
After a simple shower, the group gathered in the yard to enjoy the cool air.
Han Zhen now understood why Shi Bao fell in love with Zhang Yi. It was because there were too few entertainment activities at the moment.
I am extremely lucky to have a storyteller to relieve my boredom.
Either drink or gamble, but Han Zhen didn't like either of these.
You can't play with women as soon as it gets dark, right?
If you do this every day, you will get tired of it.
For a moment, Han Zhen missed his previous life.
If he were in his previous life, he would be enjoying the watermelon after dinner while the air conditioner was blowing on, while watching his old cousin in Africa pulling bananas.
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The city of Tokyo at night is the most prosperous and shining star in the world today.
Carved carriages compete in Tianjie, BMWs compete on Royal Roads, new voices laugh in Liumo Flower Street, and pipes and strings are tuned in teahouses and wine shops.
Seventy-two restaurants are brightly lit. The gold and green are dazzling, and the Luoqi is fragrant.
The sound of people talking softly, laughing, reciting poems and composing poems floated faintly from the window.
The twenty-four tile houses were packed with seats and the hall was full of splendor.
The truth is: the eight wastelands are fighting together, and all the nations are connected. Collect the treasures from all over the world and return them to the market. The strange smell in Huihuan District is all in the kitchen. There is no limit to spring outing when the roads are full of flowers. The flutes and drums are noisy, and several families are having a night banquet.
Although they suffered two defeats in the north last year, the entire city of Tokyo has not been affected at all.
Just because the Liao Kingdom, a century-old enemy, was destroyed.
The official family redeemed the land of Yanyun and Liuzhou from the Jin people.
Although there were only six states, it was an unprecedented event in the Northern Song Dynasty for more than a hundred years.
Song Taizong didn't do it, Song Zhenzong didn't do it, but Song Huizong did it.
For a time, the officials sang loudly and the people rejoiced.
The huge city of Tokyo is filled with a sea of celebration.
The fire cooks the oil, and the flowers bloom.
Song Huizong was naturally very happy, but at the moment, he was a little unhappy.
Inside the Zizheng Hall.
Song Huizong sat on it and said with a look of disbelief on his face: "The imperial court can't even produce a million guans?"
Wanyan Aguda was very trustworthy. Although he disdained the combat power of the Song army, he still rented the land of the six states that had been looted to Song Huizong.
The rent is one million dollars per year!
The Jin people withdrew from the six states as promised, and now they sent Yang Pu to collect debts.
It was not until this time that Song Huizong discovered that the national treasury could not even raise one million yuan.
Wang Fu and Li Bangyan below looked at each other, and then said with a wry smile: "In the official family, the national treasury is already tight. Last year, we conducted two northern expeditions to completely deplete the treasury."
"..."
Song Huizong fell silent immediately.
Seeing this, Li Bangyan on the side hurriedly said: "Officials don't have to worry, our Song Dynasty is rich and powerful, and the people are strong, and all countries are connected. Just increase some taxes, not just a million yuan, but even ten million yuan is not a problem."
