In the early morning in the countryside, the soldiers held hoes in their hands. Compared with farmers, their physical fitness was better. After all, Lin Yuan had invested in raising soldiers, and they were also ordinary civilians. Even if you don't know how to farm, there are old crops around you who teach you how to do it.
This scene made the boys look inexplicable, they couldn't believe that these ghost-like soldiers in the mouths of their parents would help them work.
The soldier who gave them candy before patted his trouser legs, smiled at them, and turned to get his hoe.
The hoes of the farmers were borrowed from the landlords, and their property was very simple - a house, a few children, parents, and a pottery urn on the stove.
These farm tools are all brought by the soldiers. They are not busy greeting the villagers. They also know that the villagers are afraid of them. This is a common occurrence. The people are afraid of being soldiers. It is a bandit, sometimes even more terrifying than a bandit.
The gangsters are also under the control of the imperial court. Soldiers kill people and rob people, children and property, but no one is held accountable.
It was dawn, and the villagers came out of the house. They didn't know the exact time like the city people, but they worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.
The men were wearing bunts, some with hoes in hand, others empty-handed—not enough farm tools, and had to wait their turn.
"There seems to be someone in my field..." The scrawny man widened his eyes and looked at his field intently. He was afraid that it was a refugee who had escaped and was digging seeds to eat. It was the guarantee of the autumn harvest and the survival of their family. Capital.
He shouted and rushed over frantically.
Even if he knew so many people, it was only the effort of others to rush over, but his mind could no longer deal with the consequences.
He only knew that when these seeds were gone, so would their family.
The man beside him hurried over to stop him, the man was thrown to the ground, his eyes were red, and he stared at his own land, tears fell silently, leaving a little water stain on the ground below him, Then the water stain disappeared without a trace. He opened his mouth and seemed to want to cry, but he couldn't make a sound.
Only one with a good eye said, "Not refugees! They have hoes in their hands!"
"They're plowing the land, not digging the seeds!"
The peasants who were still in a panic just now finally regained some sense of reason, and stared straight at the people working on the land not far away.
Just when they didn't know what to do, a group of people approached. There were about a dozen people, but they were different from the ones who went down to the ground. They were wearing the same color and style of clothes. The soldiers.
The farmers with hoes in their hands clenched their hoes.
At this time, they were afraid that this group of soldiers would rob their land.
It also kills them.
In order to survive, even if they were the most honest peasants, they had to take up arms.
"The previous fields have been ploughed." That's what the leading soldier said.
The farmers were stunned, not knowing what to say for a while.
The soldier said: "You have a good land here. I think some places haven't sown yet, so I helped you to plant some potatoes and sweet potatoes. If you don't want to plant them, you can dig them out and eat them. The potatoes are all sprouting. can not eat."
The farmers were even more stupid. The village chief's son was a little bolder and asked tremblingly, "Bing, soldier, what are you doing?"
The soldier smiled and showed his teeth: "We are here to help you at designated points. From now on, we will be responsible for your side. We will come over for spring ploughing and autumn harvest. We will bring our own food. The Bodhisattva said that the land here in Runing will not be taxed for three years."
"The landlords on your side are gone, and you won't have to pay rent in the future." The soldier also said, "Don't be afraid, we have strict control. If anyone dares to enter your house without consent, you will be punished. He doesn't have to be punished even if he dies."
The villagers couldn't believe a word of what the soldier said, and they couldn't believe it or not, so they could only nod dumbly.
The company commander's surname is Jiang, Jiang Erba. After he became the company commander, he changed his name to Jiang He. He likes this name. He remembers that he lived by a river when he was a child, and he can't remember the name of the river. , but it was still the best place in his memory.
Jiang He smiled at the villagers, and then said, "There is a party tonight, you must come."
The villagers didn't understand what the party was. They looked at each other and looked at each other. Jiang He added, "I greeted your village chief earlier, and you don't have to bring anything, just have someone come."
When Jiang He took the people away, the villagers breathed a sigh of relief.
The villagers discussed in a low voice.
"Are they really here to help us?"
"What do you mean by fixed-point assistance?"
"Have you helped us farm?"
"What are potatoes and sweet potatoes?"
"I know, I've heard people say that there are potatoes and sweet potatoes in Taizhou, Gaoyou, and they say they came from foreigners, and one acre of land can yield dozens of stones."
"There are so many? I don't believe it."
"I don't believe it either."
"Why don't you believe it? I knew that Gaoyou didn't starve to death."
"How do you know that no one starved to death?"
"Me? I heard it from others when I entered the city."
They didn't dare to act alone, so they could only walk on the fields in groups, as if this would make them safer.
Soon, the farmers also began to plough the land. Spring ploughing and autumn harvest are the two busiest seasons of the year. They relied on the food they planted to fill their stomachs. The women also came to deliver meals at noon. The so-called meals are also very simple. , those from better families can have two steamed buns with miscellaneous grains, and those from poorer families only have wild vegetable buns.
Worse, you can only rely on water to fill your stomach and mix with water to fill your stomach.
The sun hides in the clouds, the horizon is full of red clouds, and night falls.
The farmers have been busy all day, and watching the soldiers have a busy day, their hearts have gradually calmed down a lot.
Then they saw the bonfire burning in the grass, and a group of soldiers came over and took them there without any explanation.
They didn't dare to resist, and followed them honestly, but they didn't bring their family over as the soldiers said.
So this bonfire party is only a group of big men.
They sat around the bonfire. The villagers were like sheep that had strayed into the wolf pack. They didn't dare to come out and didn't dare to move. They could only watch the soldiers handing out bamboo tubes.
There is rice wine in the bamboo tube. Most people in this age can't afford white rice. Even the village chief's family can only eat multi-grain rice. The rice is still mixed with bran, not to mention drinking. .
The farmers smelled the sweet aroma of rice wine, and their expressions were a little dazed.
The soldier looked at them cautiously, and smiled aside: "Have a sip, how can a man not drink?"
"Could it be that you are afraid that we will poison you? What do you want? What do you have to gain?"
The farmers did not dare to refute the face of being a soldier, but they were really greedy for this sweet rice wine, and finally someone couldn't help but taste it.
In the dark night and the light of the fire, still under the rice wine, the courage of the farmers gradually became bigger. This is not an indoor place, there are no various rules, everyone is in the night, and they can see the bright starry sky when they look up.
"How was your last year?" The soldier was holding a bamboo tube in his hand, chewing the fried soybeans with salt in his mouth.
"Come on?" He stretched out his hand, holding a handful of soybeans.
Such snacks are not common anymore. The farmers swallowed their saliva and thought about it again and again. Finally, they took a little bit and put them in their mouths. The more they chewed, the more fragrant they became. The soldier didn't care, and grabbed another handful of soybeans for him.
The farmer chewed a few more beans, and his words became more casual: "Last year, the landlord took 70% of the rent, and there was no food at home, so he sold old cattle."
"My parents have been saving all their lives, and they bought that cow."
As he spoke, he asked, "How were you in the barracks?"
The soldier smiled and said, "I used to be the same as you, farming, and then I ran away when something happened to my hometown. Fortunately, Nan Bodhisattva was willing to take me in, so I stayed in Gaoyou and became a soldier."
The farmer asked in a low voice, "Have you ever killed someone?"
The soldier nodded and took a sip of rice wine: "Killed."
The farmer shuddered: "How do you feel?"
The soldier thought for a while: "I didn't feel anything when I killed it. When I went to the battlefield, either he died or I died. I didn't feel anything when I stabbed it."
"I'm busy, I have to continue training when I leave the battlefield to clean up the bodies of my comrades."
The farmer asked again, "Do you have military pay?"
The soldier smiled at him: "Of course there are, they are all kept. In the barracks, the food is kept under control. I think less about farming than before, and occasionally I can eat a meal of meat. These wines are only available when I come here."
The farmer said strangely: "Do you often do this? Helping others to farm?"
Soldier: "How can you say it's someone else? Now you are also the people of Nan Bodhisattva. We are all one family, and that's how we should be. To help you is to help yourself."
The farmer was stunned. He looked at Xiao Bing stupidly, unable to understand his words.
In his impression, the soldiers would only sway to enjoy themselves, occupying their food, their little money, and their daughters like a lord.
No soldier would ever say such a thing.
"You don't know Nan Bodhisattva." Xiao Bing said with a smile, "When Nan Bodhisattva came, I lived like a human being."
Xiaobing: "We will be in charge of your village in the future. We will come back next autumn harvest and have more food. Your harvest this year must be good, and it is estimated that you will also have rations for next year."
Xiao Bing whispered, "If I'm still alive next year, I can still help you plough in spring."
The farmer took a sip of rice wine and waited for a while before saying, "If I have money next year, I will invite you to drink."
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