If you eat the BMW, how can you be worthy of my horse if you don't have good wine
I heard that if you don't drink alcohol after eating BMW meat, your body will be hurt. Go get some wine to warm up the heroes...
Zhu Ping'an and Li Shu's words were like a ray of sunshine in the ice and snow, instantly warming the six strong men opposite them. They had suffered from displacement, hunger and cold all the way, and now they felt warmth for the first time.
Of course, as they were experienced people, they did not believe Zhu Pingan and Li Shu at the first time. They looked at one of the men who looked like the leader and seemed to be very convinced of this leader.
The leader was a burly man with a scar on his face. He had a piece of crude cloth wrapped around his arm with blood stains still wet on it. He sat there like a longbow drawn into a full moon, full of strength, giving people a sense of bravery and valor. Although the man had a scar on his face, he gave people a sense of honesty and sincerity.
"Are you really not going to pursue the matter of us stealing horses?" The leading man looked straight at Zhu Ping'an and asked, his voice rough and hoarse like a wheel rolling over sand.
When this person looked at him, Zhu Pingan couldn't help but sweat a little on his back, feeling like being stared at by a black bear in the mountains. This person's eyes were as alert as a black bear, as if he would be able to detect any hesitation he had for a moment.
"Of course. Horses are just livestock, how can they compare to human lives." Zhu Ping'an nodded vigorously, with a sincere face, and then looked at everyone and said, "Don't just look at me, turn the meat over, I can smell the burnt smell."
Zhu Ping'an's calmness and sincerity in his eyes slowly infected the impetuous hearts of the other men and calmed them down. After Zhu Ping'an finished speaking, the leading man looked at Zhu Ping'an for two seconds, then nodded slightly to the other men, and then Zhu Ping'an saw that the others were completely relieved.
Especially when the little maid Baozi brought some fine wine and Zhu Ping'an placed the jar of wine in front of them, they no longer had any grudge against Zhu Ping'an at all.
I stole someone's horse. Not only did they not pursue the matter, but they also gave me wine. This made the men who had suffered all the way in exile conquered by Zhu Ping'an's personality charm and were grateful to him. The idea of silencing Zhu Ping'an and the other two for self-protection that had arisen when they first saw them had long since disappeared.
You know, eating horse meat is a serious crime in the Ming Dynasty. Horses are the key to dealing with the northern nomadic peoples, and the Ming Dynasty also values them very much. If they are punished by the owner for stealing a good horse, it will be enough for them to spend at least a few years in prison.
After trust and gratitude were established, the crisis was resolved, and Zhu Pingan also knew their stories. In fact, it was lucky, these people were originally kind, so they were inspired by Zhu Pingan.
"We were hunters at the foot of Yunmeng Mountain, hundreds of miles north of here. We used to live a beautiful life. The mountain streams flowed all year round, the water was clear and sweet, and there were reed marshes beside the streams. We usually farmed during the busy farming season. During the slack season, we went into the mountains to hunt and fish. We trained ourselves since we were young, and our ancestors taught us martial arts, so we always had a harvest when we went into the mountains. We could also weave reeds into mats and sell them. Although we were not rich, we had enough food and clothing. Even natural disasters and earthquakes had never affected the lives of our ancestors."
When he said this, the men opposite who were eating horse meat and drinking wine couldn't help but reveal a look of nostalgia on their faces, and they missed their previous lives very much.
"Last year, the northern Tartars came from the northwest to invade the capital, and our village was also affected, and our lives were ruined." When they said this, hatred appeared on their faces.
"Has your home been destroyed by the Tartars? How pitiful." When the little maid Baozi heard this, her face was full of sympathy.
"Hmph, Tartars? Several of us brothers responded to the call of the government army. We also went to the battlefield and killed a few Tartars! Hmph, it's a pity that the Tartars didn't destroy our homes, but were harmed by our own people!" One of them sneered and said gritting his teeth, his face full of regret and hatred in the light of the fire.
Kill innocent people and take credit for it
For some reason, the first thing that came to Zhu Ping'an's mind was these four words, and from the man's words and expression, Zhu Ping'an almost confirmed his guess, so he couldn't help but sigh.
Li Shu, who was standing close to Zhu Ping'an, also had an indignant look on her face. As smart as she was, she should have guessed it.
Only the little maidservant beside her looked puzzled. Why didn't the Tartars destroy their homes, but your own people destroyed them? That's not right. How could your own people destroy your own homes
"When the government army recruited the young men in our village, they promised that if we beheaded an enemy, we would be rewarded with three taels of silver. We grew up listening to the stories of Yue Fei and the Yang Family Generals, and we couldn't bear to see the northern barbarians killing people, setting fires and looting things at home. Besides, beheading the enemy was more profitable than hunting. So the young men in our village went to the battlefield to fight for the government army. At that time, we risked our lives to kill several Tartars. We went to the government army to ask for the reward, but not only did we not get the reward, we were beaten with military sticks instead."
"It's nothing. After the Tartars were driven away, we brothers followed the government troops on guard for several months, waiting for our brothers to return home..."
As they spoke these words, their eyes turned red, with a faint hint of blood in their pupils. Their fists were clenched tightly and their teeth were gritting.
The story that follows is somewhat shocking, or even bloody, as if someone was strangling my throat.
The young and strong men who fought for the government army and served as cannon fodder to drive out the Tartars, braved the swords and arrows, and returned home happily, thinking that they would be welcomed by their wives and children as they did when they went hunting. However, the reality gave them a heartbreaking scene. What greeted them was only the charred village and the cold bodies of their wives and children.
The survivors of the village told them what had happened recently.
After the Tartars retreated, Zhao Daying, a captain of the frontier army, reported his achievement to the county magistrate, who said, "How can we report our achievement without the Tartar heads?" Zhao Daying replied, "The heads are easy to come by."
Therefore, Captain Zhao Daying ordered his soldiers to behead the villagers to claim credit. The soldiers entered the village with sharp blades, chased the villagers, and shouted, "Can I borrow your heads?" In order to report their credit and silence them, they slaughtered more than 30 households in the village, even infants and children were not spared. Only this old man who was fetching water outside survived.
Captain Zhao Daying reported that he had beheaded 59 bandits, including 36 heads of women and children. All the heads had their hair shaved with a knife to make them look like the Tartar hairstyle.
When the young and strong man came back and learned the truth, he was naturally unwilling to accept it, so he went to the county magistrate to beat the drum to complain, but the officials protected each other!
The county magistrate's verdict showed that the village was destroyed by bandits, and the centurion Zhao Daying became the hero who drove away the Tartars. The young and strong men in the village were sentenced to slandering their superiors and were sentenced to 100 strokes of the cane and thrown into prison.
Of all the young and strong men in the village, only the six of them managed to escape, and they were hunted down by Captain Zhao all the way, leading to this day... (To be continued.)
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