There was a melee, but the opponent was exhausted now, but Lin Yuan was in high spirits. The two sides faced each other, and the defeat of the mountain bandit was expected. When the last person on the opponent fell, Lin Yuan was already There is not much energy left, and he feels that this day has spent all his physical energy in his entire life.
In the age of cold weapons, physical energy is consumed much faster than in modern times.
"Have you counted, how many people are there?" Lin Yuan treated the wounds in the bandit's stockade. He had deep or shallow scars on his back, arms and thighs, which could only be washed with clean water and wrapped with a clean cloth. .
Lin Yuan: "It hurts, it hurts!"
Zhu Yuanzhang said with a smile: "It'll be all right now, boss, as far as your flesh and blood is concerned, next time you'll ask me to come alone."
Lin Yuan also smiled: "You can't hide forever."
Zhu Yuanzhang: "Why not? I think those gentlemen always send their subordinates to do it when they encounter something, and never do it by themselves."
The son of a thousand gold, do not sit in the hall.
Lin Yuan did not expect Zhu Yuanzhang to understand this truth.
Although he spoke in vernacular, Lin Yuan still sighed.
"A total of two hundred and sixty-four people, of which a hundred or so died, leaving one hundred and twenty-one people." Zhu Yuanzhang said.
Lin Yuan: "Where's the boss?"
Zhu Yuanzhang said, "It's all cut off."
Lin Yuan nodded, he knew that what Zhu Yuanzhang did was right, only in this way would the middle and lower class bandits be obedient, Lin Yuan took a deep breath: "Get things sorted, we'll go back after two days of rest, and cook with refined grains today. , and cut more meat."
The bandits can have bacon, chicken, duck and fish.
The fish is salted fish, and they still have a lot of salt in their hands.
Looking at these spoils, Lin Yuan actually thought that robbing bandits was a good way to make a fortune.
"There are so many." Lin Yuan held the rice that had been peeled off and had some bran in his hand. These rice could not be compared with modern ones, but they also had the unique fragrance of rice. Lin Yuan chewed a piece of raw rice. , I'm sure this is the new rice this year, not Chen Liang, and I feel better.
Lin Jiabing, who was resting and was in a state of depression, instantly regained his energy and looked at Lin Yuan with red eyes. He didn't know that they thought they were going to fight Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan said again: "And bacon to eat!"
"Ah!"
“White rice and meat!”
"My God, this is a life only the landlord can live!"
For them, rice and meat are luxuries, and eating them once in a while is a better day than the Chinese New Year.
Because they are a group of rough old men, few of them can cook, so Lin Yuan can only ask the original cook of the cottage to do it. There are three big men staring at him. tied up again.
Heaven and earth conscience, he is a cook, and he originally cooked for a merchant. This group of mountain bandits robbed them, and by the way, he took the cook up the mountain. He has killed livestock in his life, but never killed people. .
But he didn't dare to speak, he only dared to stay in the crowd and pretend he didn't exist.
They used the bowls and kitchen utensils of the mountain bandits, ate the meat and rice of the bandits, and ate them one by one. Even the seriously injured ones struggled to get up and asked their comrades to feed themselves a few mouthfuls while eating. While looking at the group of mountain bandits with contempt.
The owner said that those of them who are seriously injured can recuperate after returning home, and they will work when they are healed.
This was something they had never experienced before. They used to work at the landlord's house and fell ill, but the master wouldn't give them food.
They also didn't think they were injured because of Zhuangzi, so Zhuangzi should give them preferential treatment. What they thought more about was that if they were injured and could no longer work, the owner would throw them out to fend for themselves, not calling them. They waste food.
Since Lin Yuan's statement, they felt at ease.
After all, having followed Lin Yuan for so long, they all felt that Lin Yuan was a man, spitting was a nail, and they couldn't do anything wrong.
"Bring these more than a hundred back?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked.
Lin Yuan nodded: "Take it, these things have to be pulled, and the wounded have to be carried, can't we let our people win the battle and still get tired?"
Zhu Yuanzhang was a little confused: "If they don't accept it..."
Lin Yuan sneered: "They are doing things, and our people are holding knives by the side, so if they can still escape, then we will be unlucky."
After saying this, Zhu Yuanzhang felt relieved: "That's right."
"It's really fragrant." Lin Jiabing, who was eating, sighed contentedly. He cherished a mouthful of rice and chewed it slowly, lest he eat too fast and not taste the deliciousness.
Li Da took a mouthful of bacon, but he didn't dare to slap his lips, lest the aroma of the meat escape from the gap between his teeth, making it less fragrant when he eats it himself.
They don't speak, they bury their heads and eat hard, with a bit of a posture that they want to burst their stomachs.
The bandits next to them were frightened, scared, and greedy.
Their meat... No, it seems that they can't eat this meat either. The meat is eaten by the bosses and their cronies.
They can even eat white rice.
The bandits were greedy and thought, if they could have a piece of meat to eat now, it would be worth it if they died in the next instant.
It's a pity that even if they are going to die in the next instant, they can't eat a bite of meat now.
Full of food and drink, a group of Lin family soldiers who had just experienced the first bandit suppression operation in their lives lay on their backs in the stockade, picking their teeth and bragging.
"I don't think the bandits are very powerful. We have only made a fortune in the past and only know how to cultivate the land. They are not our opponents. Can we really fight against the imperial court?"
"The court doesn't care about them at all."
"That's right, there are only a few of them."
The swollen Lin family soldiers were getting more and more outrageous. Lin Yuan felt that he could only go back and give them more training. He couldn't make their tails go up. Are they caught
An inflated team will not have a way out.
After resting in the stockade for two days, after the wounded were in stable condition, they started their journey back to Zhuangzi.
The physical work was done by the "captives", and Lin Jiabing only needed to stand by with a knife.
Lin Yuan also asked for their opinions on the women who were robbed up the mountain. For those who wanted to make a living, he would give them a bag of food, and if they wanted to follow him, he could promise not to let them live in the stockade, as long as they worked diligently. Live, and children can afford it.
Having said this, the women did not have a choice to leave, and they were all willing to follow Lin Yuan.
In fact, this was also what Lin Yuan had expected. Even if the families of these women were still there, they had successfully found a home. After learning that they had been tainted by bandits, perhaps their future would only be worse.
They don't want to go home, they prefer to make their family feel like they are dead, and they don't want them to know that they have been defiled by bandits.
Lin Yuan also asked them if there were any living bandits who had defiled them.
The women said no, because the only people who came to them were a few heads from the stockade.
They regard these women as harems, they are the emperors who occupy the mountains as kings, and they even call themselves "I" sometimes.
When Lin Yuan heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched.
Sure enough, being an emperor is the dream of many people.
After all, Lin Yuan also knows the example of self-proclaimed emperor after the founding of the People's Republic of China. The most famous one was an old peasant who ascended the throne in a small village, and also sealed the prime ministers and ministers on the left and right. There are two more queens, one west queen and one east queen , was discovered more than ten years later, and was put in jail.
Another well-known woman is a woman who also imitated Wu Zetian after the founding of the People's Republic of China.
The women put on cotton-padded clothes - they were all taken from the dead, but no one disliked them. Most of them were pregnant and the speed of the journey was not fast. Fortunately, it was the return journey, and there was enough food. The road was safe and nothing else. The bandits and the mountain bandits took twice as long to return to Zhuangzi.
Because the strong laborers have all become soldiers recently, the city wall is not staffed enough, and it has been stuck on half of the project.
Now that more than 100 bandits have been brought back, their work can be determined.
"I'm not afraid of you escaping. I'll pay less for food." Lin Yuan said to them, "Whoever behaves well will be able to live in the staff dormitory; bed."
"Third son." Lin Yuan called a bandit's name.
The three sons walked out tremblingly, lest he would fall to the ground soon.
Lin Yuan suddenly smiled: "You are doing very well, you can live in the staff dormitory, you don't have to go to repair the city wall, you can train with my people and do it three times a day."
The three sons stood there dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what he heard. He... He could sleep in a house, have a bed, and have a quilt. Weapons people train together
Such a good thing
The third son was so excited that he didn't come back to his senses. After he came back to his senses, he noticed the gazes of the accomplices behind him who were also captured by him.
Each of them stared at him, as if each of them felt that he was stealing their chance, with green light in their eyes, as long as they loosened the ropes on their bodies, they would kill the three sons in front of them.
All the fear and hatred for Lin Yuan has now been transferred to the third son.
Obviously they are more powerful and powerful than the third son, why is the third son treated like this
The third child swallowed, he buried his head, and quickly stood behind Lin Yuan, standing with Lin Yuan's people, it seemed that this would make him feel more secure.
At this moment, the former partner became the enemy, and the enemy became the partner. The three sons shivered behind Lin Yuan. From now on, he must hug Lin Yuan's thigh tightly to live safely, otherwise he would definitely Will be torn apart by former partners.
"What about you, two bean dregs cakes a day." Lin Yuan said, "At that time, someone will supervise the work, and the selection will be made every seven days. If you do well, you can be like him, live in dormitories, cover quilts, eat dry, understand ?"
The bandits said in a muffled voice, "Understood."
These people still have bandit vibes. They don't take human life seriously. Regardless of whether they have killed someone or not, once they form the idea of "kill this person, I will eat." The only way for them to resolve their conflicts is to kill people. .
Psychological problems will also arise in the future, and killing will become the ultimate solution to all problems.
Lin Yuan wouldn't dare to use them unless he was able to kill these bandits.
That's why they were asked to do high-intensity work first, working ten hours a day, moving bricks and building walls, and doing manual labor. Even if they wanted to be a demon, they didn't have the energy to be a demon.
As for the soldiers, they should train in the morning and return to their original posts in the afternoon. They should cultivate the land, hunt and hunt, and build walls and walls. However, their work on building walls was not that long, and it was getting dark. No need to build walls, just supervise the bandits.
The bandits were unarmed, hungry, and had to use up their energy to build walls every day.
But with the radish hanging in front of the third son, they will work hard.
Now there are more than 200 prime-age men in Zhuangzi. Lin Yuan felt that this number was still too small. At least 1,000 people can be considered a stable fighting force, but if there are 1,000 people... he can't afford it.
At least he can't afford it now. If he can plant all the surrounding wasteland with grain next year, even if it is soybeans, he has the courage to call a thousand people.
But that will also be next year. Next year will be the tenth year of Zhizheng. There is only one year left before the uprising of the Red Turbans. By then, the horn of chaos in the world will really be sounded.
These new bandits were handed over to Brother Dao. During this time, Brother Dao was very excited. He patted Lin Yuan on the shoulder and said, "I knew that fourth brother, you are still the most towards me!"
Lin Yuan was filmed baring his teeth and grinning, his injuries were not yet healed.
Brother Dao waved his arms, twisted his neck, and made a creaking sound of bones rubbing: "I'm so idle."
Lin Yuan asked, "How's the iron work?"
The last time I came back after pulling a lot of coal, Lin Yuan asked Brother Dao to take someone to try it out first. Can he melt those iron pots and iron tools and make them into long knives or long swords, in short, weapons.
Brother Dao sighed: "How can it be so simple, I'm trying!"
If only there was a blacksmith, Lin Yuan also sighed.
Sure enough, there is a specialization in the art industry, not a professional person. If a layman wants to do it, it will take a lot of effort and time.
It seems that they can only try it slowly, and they don't know that they can try it out in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.
What if a blacksmith fell from the sky
He must be holding him every day.
"You can strike iron?" Lin Yuan looked at the short bandit in disbelief.
He was really short, and as a grown man, he looked less than 1.5 meters.
Even now that the average male is less than 1.6 meters tall, this figure is considered short.
Lin Yuan had measured his height himself, and it looked like 1.7 meters, standing among a group of adult men, he was considered tall.
The ancient working people worked all the year round, and their nutrition could not keep up, so it was difficult for them to grow tall. The original body was from a landlord family. They ate well and slept well.
Brother Dao and Yang Zian won't grow any longer. They are about the same height, about 1.78 meters. It is conceivable that they lived a good life when they were young.
Zhu Yuanzhang, on the other hand, was a sudden emergence of a new army. He was obviously not very good at food and clothing when he was growing up, but he actually grew to 1.75 meters.
The bandit's name is Wu Sansi, his father is the third, he is the fourth, and his name is simple and easy to understand, even his family is almost exposed, he nodded cautiously, and said with special affection: "Master, I am here. The stockade is just a chores, never killed anyone, never robbed anything, my family used to be a blacksmith, my grandfather and the craftsmanship passed on to my father, and my father passed on the craftsmanship to a few of our brothers.”
Hmm... Yes, it's still a family business with heritage.
Lin Yuan didn't have any doubts, after all, he didn't have any advantage in lying to himself, only disadvantage.
"Okay." Lin Yuan said, "You can also move into the staff dormitory, but if I don't see results..."
Wu Sansi hurriedly packed the ticket: "Master, if you don't say anything else, just talk about the craftsmanship of blacksmithing, even if I forget my surname and my ancestors, I will never forget it!"
Lin Yuan was amused: "You don't need to let you forget your ancestors, go."
Sure enough, there was a reason for him to travel. At this moment, he felt that he was the son of God, and just wanted to doze off, he brought a pillow.
Wu Sansi moved from the shed to the dormitory like a sparrow turned into a phoenix, and shared a bed with the third son. Although the two of them slept in a single bed, it was a bit crowded, but it was winter after all. .
Coupled with the fact that both of them are now hostile to the bandits, it is even more sympathetic to each other.
However, they are still fundamentally different.
The three sons kneel early and kneel fast, relying on the knowledge of current affairs.
Wu Sansi relies on the technology in his hand.
Therefore, the people on Lin Yuan's side have completely different attitudes towards the two of them. They don't look down on the third son very much, but they still take good care of Wu Sansi.
Wu Sansi spent a period of hard life in the shed. Now he eats and drinks every day, and has a quilt to cover him at night. At other times, he takes iron and leads his apprentices. In his opinion, this is a good day that can't be asked for. , although he is not willing to take apprentices, unfortunately he does not have the right to choose.
In this era, no matter what industry or profession, you are a carpenter, and you will not finish teaching your skills in one breath with an apprentice. In the first two years, the apprentice is almost like a waiter, and the master can do whatever he wants. The emphasis is on A teacher for one day, a father for life, after eating this bowl of rice, he is a member of the master's family.
In the future, I will not talk about going to relatives during the festivals. When the master is old, he may have to be responsible for the old age. Even if he does not, he will still have to give him money.
Bring an apprentice out, as short as five or six years, or as long as ten years.
Depends on what the master thinks.
And it’s not that apprentices can worship if they want to. Although craftsmen are not very respected in this era, this is also a way to get money. For many farmers, they don’t need to dig food in the field to see the face of the landlord. To be a craftsman is to live The best way.
After all, they don't have that much money to study.
Reading can't change their destiny either.
The bandits saw that Wu Sansi's short winter melon could go to the dormitory, and their eyes became even redder. Every time they saw Wu Sansi passing by, they wanted to strangle him, which greatly shared the pressure of the three sons, but Wu Sansi was Frightened out of psychological problems.
He had to follow Brother Dao's ass every day before he was willing to walk in Zhuangzi, otherwise he could stay in the iron shed all day long.
Brother Dao also complained to Lin Yuan: "That dwarf is too timid! I think he can jump three feet high when he sees a mouse."
Lin Yuan poured Brother Dao a glass of yellow rice wine, which was looted from the bandits, but it was much more powerful than rice wine. He smiled and said, "If I didn't cause you trouble, please forgive me, they can strike iron."
Brother Dao had been messing around with people before, and he didn't come up with a reason. He also deeply knew the importance of blacksmithing, and sighed and said, "Hey, I see, if you throw him back into the group of bandits, he will You can be torn apart by those people."
"But I think that group of people are obedient now. They don't dare to go to the west when they tell them to go east, and they don't dare to go to the north when they tell them to go south. How can they be so obedient? They don't look like bandits!"
Lin Yuan didn't know how to explain it to Brother Dao, this was a more complicated issue.
Just like when he was a junior leader in the company, the employees below sometimes have negative emotions. At this time, we should promote an employee who is slightly better, but not too much better than others, so that other employees will feel " We do the same thing, with similar abilities, why was he promoted? Did he have anything to do with the boss? Did he give a gift? Did he get close to the leader and flatter him if he had anything?".
Then their negativity will all focus on the person being promoted.
Sentiment towards the company will be much lower.
In this way, it can be temporarily stabilized, and when the company operates better, it can be promoted according to ability and contribution, and enter a virtuous circle. With high wages, bonuses and project commissions, employees will naturally feel at ease.
What the bandits are going through now is the first step, which Lin Yuan is willing to call the "emotional transfer step".
They are now deeply hating these three characters and Wu Sansi, and then they feel that they should be treated like this, so they will be very obedient and will work hard to perform.
When he began to let people into the dormitory based on his performance on the bright side, they would naturally return to their hearts.
But this is the ideal state, and sometimes there are thorns.
Lin Yuan smiled and said, "Isn't this a good thing?"
Brother Dao touched his chin: "A good thing is a good thing, but I think it's too weird. When I used to carry the handle, those thugs had more troubles than these mountain bandits."
"That's right." Brother Knife said suddenly, "Those new women, one of them looks good, and those eyes look good."
Lin Yuan rolled his eyes, knowing that Brother Dao was lustful, so he asked, "What do you want?"
Brother Dao's old face blushed: "Look at your brother and I, I am so old, and there is no one around me who knows the cold and the heat. Didn't you rescue them? Go and ask me, if it does, I will marry her."
Lin Yuan smiled: "I can only help you to ask, whether it will work or not, that's another matter."
Brother Knife is full of confidence: "Okay! I think it will definitely work!"
The woman who was called to the side by Lin Yuan and asked, shook her head very fast when she heard Lin Yuan's words, she bit her lip and said, "Master, I can cook and dress, I can do all the dirty work, don't ask me to go. Serving men."
Come on, Brother Dao is still a happy old bachelor.
Brother Dao: "What's wrong with me?! Look at my arm, my thigh, my waist!"
Lin Yuan: "..."
Brother Dao, an old bachelor who wanted to get out of the single, was hurt, and he was depressed for several days, and he would sigh silently when he saw that woman.
Both Lin Yuan and Zhu Yuanzhang felt that when a man like Brother Dao became numb, it really gave people goosebumps.
The author has something to say: Brother knife is unlucky every day
By the way, the ancients got married. Generally speaking, only wealthy people had wives and concubines. There are many poor people, and many bachelors. Most of them can't marry a wife, let alone a concubine. In poor people, there are about less than 100 adult men. Ten got wives.
There are also walking marriages. Walking marriages were not common in ancient times, but they also existed in poor families and ethnic minorities. That is, a wife was in a husband’s home in the first half of the year, and two husbands in the second half of the year. , the child depends on the month to calculate who it is.