On the third day of the second month of the 17th year of Chongzhen.

Renhoufang, Xiangshan County, Guangzhou Prefecture.

This is a terrain of mountains and basins. There are mountains and basins in the distance, and rice fields are all in the nearby basins. Last year's late rice had been harvested, and at this time there were only some roots of rice with cut rice ears left in the rice fields, making the basin in Lingnan look particularly depressed. There are sometimes burnt ruins on both sides of the road, all of which were cottages that used to plant rice to guard the fields. However, these cottages have been burned by the thieves, leaving only charred wood thatched waste scattered on the soil.

Qin Zhao and the old accountant walked along the path towards Qinjia Village.

When they walked to a small river, they found that even the wooden bridge that crossed the small river was burned by the bandits. Qin Zhaohe's old accountant had no choice but to take off his shoes, roll up his trousers, and wade through the shallow part of the cold river.

February in Lingnan was not very cold, but this was the Little Ice River Age, and the temperature was much colder than usual. Even in the south, such as Guangzhou Prefecture, the cold current forced people to wear jackets. Originally, such cotton jackets were only worn for half a month in the twelfth lunar month.

The river water in February made Qin Zhao feel the biting cold. When he crossed the river, he was about to dry his feet on the weeds beside the withered water, but he saw the old accountant suddenly squatting on the ground and crying loudly.

"My mother, what should I do?"

The accountant cried louder and louder, and finally she cried loudly. The man in his forties had white hair and white hair swaying up and down with the crying movements, and was indescribably desolate.

Qin Zhao didn't say anything, but found a big stone to sit next to him, and quietly waited for the account to finish crying. He waited for a quarter of an hour before crying and stopped sobbing.

Qin Zhao patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go, go back to the village."

The accountant's eyes turned red again for no reason and said in a short while: "Go back to the village? Why did we go back? We didn't borrow money this time. We couldn't get all the money we wanted. The thieves must kill our entire village. When we go back to the village, why are we so handsome to tell the villagers?"

Qin Zhao frowned and said, "There must be a road before the car arrives at the mountain. Don't worry."

Hearing Qin Zhao's calm answer, the old accountant was stunned for a moment.

This time I went out to borrow money, the old accountant brought him with me because Qin Zhao had always been honest and honest. In the past, Qin Zhao didn't say a word in the village and couldn't say a few words. He was considered the most honest and honest person in the village. So just for this point, the old accountant brought him with me when he went out to raise money this time.

But although Qin Zhao didn't speak along the way, he seemed calm and calm everywhere, and his words and actions were orderly, as if he had changed his personal life, he was not as calm as the original seventeen-year-old boy. I'm afraid that even if the village patriarch was still there, Qin Zhao was not as calm as Qin Zhao.

The old accountant looked up at Qin Zhao and asked embarrassedly: "Qin Zhao, do you have a way?"

Qin Zhao frowned and said, "Don't be anxious. Let's take our time. There is always a way. Aren't it just more than 60 thieves?"

The old accountant felt his eyes lit up, and asked after a question, saying, "That's more than 60 elderly thieves!"

Qin Zhao glanced at the old accountant and said lightly: "Let's go, let's talk about it later in the village."

"well."

The old accountant now relies on Qin Zhao psychologically and subconsciously began to obey Qin Zhao's arrangements.

The two walked up the bank of the river. Qin Zhao glanced at Xiao Liang's earth and took a breath. As Qin Zhao exhaled, a mouthful of white mist appeared in front of Qin Zhao.

Taking the old accountant, Qin Zhao walked in front and walked quickly on the country road.

Qin Zhao is indeed not the original Qin Zhao.

Qin Zhao is a time traveler. He had just traveled to this era three days ago. In the original 21st century, Qin Zhao was originally a 28-year-old industrial designer who specialized in improving or customizing industrial designs for various industrial enterprises. Because of his rich experience and design in line with the market, Qin Shan's original income was quite high. However, he was suddenly electrocuted when he visited a high-frequency transformer manufacturer and traveled to Xiangshan County, Guangzhou Prefecture, in the 17th year of Chongzhen.

What’s amazing is that the body that Qin Zhao traveled through time is also called Qin Zhao. It looks very similar to Qin Zhao when he was young, like the same person.

The time traveler Qin Zhao also directly obtained all the memories of the native Qin Zhao.

The native Qin Zhao was an orphan, and his parents had passed away for several years. Now he lives in Qinjia Village where tribesmen gathered. He has eight acres of paddy fields and one tile house yard.

But none of these matters. Qin Zhao found himself, or the entire Qinjia Village was facing a great crisis as soon as he traveled through time.

It is now the 17th year of Chongzhen, and the Ming Dynasty lost a lot of defeat in the Jinshan battle. The Tartars were already invincible in the Northeast. The thieves had already proclaimed themselves emperors in Xi'an, with the country's name Dashun, Jianyuan Yongchang, Jianliu tribes and established officials, and wherever they went, they were decided. The broken house in the Ming Dynasty was full of holes and was about to collapse.

There are now bandits everywhere in the country. Not only are the bandits rushing from the north, but also some veterans in the garrison and battalion soldiers gathered into bandits. The official organizational capabilities are almost collapsed, and they are unable to eliminate bandits from all over the country and ignore them.

Before the Qing soldiers came, the Ming Dynasty was already in chaos and the people were in vain.

The small mountain village in Xiangshan County where Qin Zhao is located is called Qinjia Village, and was targeted by the thieves on the Chiyun Peak. The group of thieves blackmailed Qinjia Village several times, kidnapped, and killed the family of the clan leader of Qinjia Village. Now the village is paid for "Spring Plowing Silver".

The silver numbers required by the thieves were not available in this small village. But if the people in the village could not provide the money, the thieves would have to slaughter Qinjia Village.

The thieves gave one and a half months to pay the money before spring plowing. Ten days have passed, and in another month, I am afraid that the people in Qinjia Village will have to go far away to escape. Otherwise, if they continue to stay in Renhoufang, Xiangshan County, the brutal thieves would probably not even let a single villager go.

Once the village cannot afford the money to redeem his life, Qin Zhao will also become a refugee and wander in a foreign land.

This is a very difficult crisis.

However, as a time traveler and an industrial designer in later generations, Qin Zhao thought he was not in a position of helplessness. The old accountant was so desperate that he cried and snatched the sky and the earth, but Qin Zhao was still calm.

Qin Zhaohe walked slowly in the old accountant and returned to Qinjia Village.

The village is not big, with only one hundred families less than one hundred families. The southern corner of the village is surrounded by a small river, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack in the south direction. However, there are no defensive settings in other directions. Most of the houses in the village are black tiled yards as soon as they enter, and most of the gates are the simplest "club doors". However, some poor villagers live in dirt houses with thatched roofs.

"The old accountant is back!"

"The account is back!"

As soon as the old accountant walked into the village, people from all directions surrounded him and rushed to inquire about the result of the old accountant going out to borrow money.

"Have you borrowed money? Old accounting?"

"The strong man wants one thousand taels of silver. How many taels do you borrow from the old accountant?"

Seeing the villagers around from all directions, the old accountant sighed deeply.

"Oh~"

"Where can I borrow money? People are asking for money too much. This is a hole that is unfounded. Which village will lend us money to fill in such a hole?"

"Qin Zhao and I walked around, but we didn't borrow a tael of silver."

The old accountant was named Qin Youli, who was the accountant of the former patriarch's family. After the old patriarch's family was kidnapped and killed, the old accountant was the most knowledgeable person in the village. So the matter of going out to borrow money fell on the shoulders of the old accountant. Unfortunately, even he could not complete this impossible task.
Chapter completed!