Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

The fire in the barracks has not been extinguished. The soldiers chatted around the bonfire. They were wearing newly-haired cotton-padded clothes-all of the same color and the same size. They were tightly tightened with their belts, and thinner ones could be worn. Holding a water cup with hot water poured in it, many took off their shoes and roasted their feet by the fire.

Soldiers can’t leave the barracks without order, let alone them, even the centurions and thousands of captains above them will be beheaded when they sneak out. They are strictly controlled, and no one who enforces the military law will give any face to it, because of this. , The people around the barracks don’t need to be so worried.

The soldiers stayed in the barracks for a month before they could go out and walk for two days, and they had to report the itinerary clearly for these two days.

But there are also many recreational activities in the barracks-for example, Lin Yuan asked people to play basketball and Cuju, and there are some simple fitness equipment, similar to the equipment in the free fitness place in the park. After the training, soldiers can also give themselves. Find something to do.

Zhao Laosi was holding a cup of water, and pulled out a sweet potato from the embers of the extinguished fire under his feet, peeled it and ate it after two bites.

The person next to him laughed at him: "You still hid one, why are you in a hurry? It's not that you won't have to eat tomorrow, and there will be broth tomorrow. Isn't it better than eating this alone?"

Mr. Zhao finished a sweet potato in two bites and didn’t feel too full. He came to flee. His wife and children died on the road. He had nowhere to go. He had no relatives in Gaoyou. He knew that he was tied to his head when he was a soldier. On the waistband, he still gritted his teeth into the army.

"Such a good thing, there will be tomorrow?" Zhao Laosi licked his teeth, and wanted to lick some sweet potatoes from his teeth.

The same robe laughed at him: "What good thing is this? Nowadays, it is planted the most outside."

"This thing grows faster and grows much longer." My fellow rook was also a farmer before, and when he mentioned it, he was energetic, and went over to talk with Zhao Laosi in detail, "One day!"

"That's just a little bit, can collect so much."

The same robe has dark skin, and even the teeth are exposed when he laughs.

Zhao Laosi said: "I prefer to eat sweet potatoes."

Everyone around said: "I also like to eat sweet potatoes. Potatoes are not as sweet as sweet potatoes and not as fragrant."

"Then sweet potatoes and potatoes, can only we grow here?" Zhao Laosi asked in a low voice.

Tongpao: "These two things don't pick up the land very much. Even inferior land can be grown and harvested more than the others."

Zhao Laosi's eyes widened: "Then... Then when I escaped, I didn't see any human beings all the way."

With the rapid increase in the production of sweet potatoes on Lin Yuan’s side, the high food prices have slowly fallen back. However, Lin Yuan has always been supporting the prices of sweet potatoes and potatoes. He wants to make people feel that they can make money by growing both. Profit-seeking, maybe when you are hungry, you think it is a good thing to grow sweet potatoes and potatoes, but the problem of stomach is solved, of course you want to earn more.

Now in his hands, apart from a few big cities that can balance expenditures and produce and sell themselves, other small cities have to rely on him for food.

Sweet potatoes and potatoes did not flow out, after all, my family did not eat enough.

It's not that no one doesn't want seeds, and there are many inquiries from various forces.

Food and grass are the top priority no matter what. Soldiers need food to be obedient, and food to be able to go to the battlefield.

But three years have passed since the last time Lin Yuan beheaded his head and set off. The businessmen were ready to move, but few really dared to get started. They all stared at others and wanted to see when they moved.

Sometimes violent deterrence can indeed bring relatively long-term stability.

"I will draw some people to the town in three days. How do I draw this time?"

The soldiers were still chatting, Zhao Laosi was new here, and he didn't understand, he looked at his colleagues blankly.

Tongpao explained: "Just take food and clothes and send them to those in the poor mountains and remote areas."

Zhao Laosi was taken aback: "Whatever they do, it's not..." Isn't it enough to eat?

Colleague: "Do you know whose soldier you are?"

Zhao Laosi asked in confusion, "General's soldiers?"

The fellow robes laughed: "It's the soldier of the Nan Bodhisattva! You don't even know this? Our Nan Bodhisattva has a natural bodhisattva heart, and you can't see people suffer. That's why we should save those who suffer."

Zhao Laosi was even more puzzled.

These soldiers actually really love that Nan Bodhisattva?

The truth in the world is that people are good at being deceived, and horses are being ridden by others?

Zhao Laosi has also seen good people, and most of them have no good end. On the contrary, they are selfish, mean and cruel people.

"Without the South Bodhisattva, I would have died long ago." My fellow rook pointed to his nose, "I was thin and lame at the time. I entered the barracks. Thanks to my fellow rooks for taking care of me, I was raised back, just like I was before. , Who will waste food to control me?"

The crowd was noisy and noisy. I don't know who started talking first, and talking and talking about the past, the time of good chatting quickly turned into a memory of suffering.

When the soldiers were called in the morning, Zhao Laosi was also selected for the next visit to the town.

The comrades in the same class all expressed their envy to Zhao Laosi after the training.

"It's hard to go once, don't frown. Although the road is a little bitter, it's interesting."

Old Four Zhao is strange: "Interesting?"

The same robe hooked up his shoulders and said: "It's better than being bored in a barracks. You can also hunt in competitions. All the prey you hunt is yours. If there is no prey, you can eat dry food. During the day, you can go to sleep with your eyes closed. , But it’s rare to be so happy to be tired."

Zhao Laosi said: "I don't want to go out, I just want to stay in the barracks."

How nice is the barracks. There are thick and warm clothes. There are at least two sets a year. You can eat every day. Even if there is no meat, sweet potatoes and potatoes can be eaten with open belly. Each person has a bed. Although it is small, lie down. A big man is not difficult, and turning over is not difficult. No one has ever slept in a bed when he was at home.

He was afraid that he would go out this time, what if he was left halfway through? What if I get lost? He didn't know the road, maybe he starved to death on the road.

Zhao Laosi couldn't sleep. He was afraid of being dragged away in the middle of the night, so he didn't want to go anywhere.

When the line was assembled, the non-commissioned officers who counted the number found that there were fewer people, and the military discipline in the barracks was strict, and there was no such thing as being late or leaving early, and the system was still in small groups, so no one would have the courage to make mistakes.

"Zhao Laosi? Which class is this? Where is the class leader?! Call the class leader over!"

The squad leader was also speechless: "I heard him say that he didn't want to go before going to bed yesterday, but I didn't expect him to have the courage to escape."

It is impossible for such a big living person to disappear from under people's eyelids in an instant.

"After you have said that, if you don't order recruits, don't order such things."

Recruits all have this problem. They will stay in the barracks happily at first, and then they are unwilling to take a step out of the barracks. Only when they know the people inside and know the operation inside will they become stable.

There are no deserters here-but soldiers who are unwilling to leave the barracks are no different from deserters to some extent.

Zhao Laosi was finally found under the bed. I don’t know how he squeezed in. He couldn’t even get out. He had to unload the bed. Zhao Laosi didn’t dare to move and lay on the ground crying. While crying, he said: "I don't spend food, I won't go out, don't drive me away..."

Being such a big person, he cried with his nose and tears, and he got goose bumps.

The squad leader can only say to the noncommissioned officers who counted: "He probably won't be able to go like this."

The sergeant sighed, "If you want me to say it, you shouldn't give newcomers a chance."

Zhao Laosi got his wish and did not follow the team. He prefers a small dormitory and the same training every day.

The replacement for Zhao Laosi was also a recruit in the same batch. The name was Feng Gouli. Because of his good performance, he was not weak and he was bolder than Zhao Laosi, so he was chosen. Feng Gouli. Carrying a suitcase, every soldier carries this thing on his back, which contains the dry food they want to eat and some necessities.

These backpacks are sewn by women. They are made of the strongest coarse cloth. They have a large capacity. They have two shoulder straps and a cloth strip underneath. They can be tied around the waist, which saves much effort.

Feng Gou left the road too, but he never drove like this. Back then, his stomach was deflated. He was thinking about whether he could find a job after arriving at the destination. Now his stomach is full. Although tired, his body It's energetic, he still has the mind to look around the farmland when the team rests.

"This has been barren for several years." Feng Gouzou looked at the barren land, distressed.

Others sighed: "I can't eat enough to guard the ground."

Farmers planted the land, but because they can't eat enough, they abandon the land and leave their hometown. It's like a joke.

Feng Gouzou remembered that when he was in his hometown, his parents were busy farming all year round, like hard-working cattle, never had a rest day. When harvesting, they guarded the golden wheat field. When the wind blew, the wheat ears were there. There was a rustle in the ears, but their granary would always only have that little grain.

At that time, he didn't understand why there was so much food in the field, but he still couldn't eat enough.

Feng Gou bent down, squeezed a handful of soil, and put it in his mouth. He rushed to the person next to him and said, "This land is good, it is fat land."

"Do you still have the ability to taste soil?"

"The old farmer is good at it, right?"

Feng Gou smiled shyly: "Not necessarily accurate, but a little bit."

"By the way, since there are so many fields here, why didn't you see the village?" Feng Gouzhang stood up and looked into the distance strangely.

Someone replied: "The original people here either escaped or died. Few people remember the original village."

"But I guess it will get better in the future."

Feng Gou asked: "What? Those people will come back?"

"That's probably not going to happen, but Nan Bodhisattva will definitely let people come over."

"Yes, if the South Bodhisattva is here, someone will definitely come."

"Nan Bodhisattva is so good-minded."

"Thanks to the South Bodhisattva..."