Another memory never told him that the rebel thieves of this era would trade heads with the officers and soldiers who suppressed thieves.
The news was brought back to Xingpingli, making Mr. Liu furious.
"During the disaster year, there was a drought! Every household in Xingpingli gave three days of rations to the officers and soldiers, and this is the result? Not to mention that there was no war, even the formation was not correct, and the thieves were let go.
The heads of the villagers who were killed in Miaozhuang returned to the city to claim their merits!"
Liu Chengzong didn't say a word at home.
Until his father took the lead in contacting the village chief to convene the clan and proposed to help collect the bodies of the people who died in the old temple village, he was still digesting the impact of this incident on him.
When he set out to leave Xingpingli in the north, Liu Chengzong suddenly vaguely remembered that there was a word in another memory that he had never understood - weakness.
Now he can't say that he understands this word, but this touch made him think more, or it made him rise from this word to a summary of some fragments in another memory, combined with his own environment.<
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For example, Zhang Qianhu led 300 guardsmen to make a deal with the thieves, exchanging the heads of Laomiaozhuang villagers for the thieves to withdraw on their own.
This incident was beyond his expectation, but it was not as difficult for him to understand and as angry as for his father.
He can understand and understand that a general, with his subordinates who have no enough food to eat, must make compromises to get what they need when facing an enemy that may not be able to be defeated.
Although this has no sense of responsibility, is shameful, and extremely shameless, he can understand it.
He was just surprised that he could actually empathize with a word that appeared two or three hundred years later.
Where do you feel the same way?
From his father Liu Xiangyu, the pillar of the family, from his teacher Yang Dingrui, and even himself, he saw the weakness of literati.
The three of them have very few things in common. They all study and are relatively literate people in this era.
Literati is a pseudo-class, with a very low lower limit and an extremely high upper limit. It is an appendage attached to other identities.
If you point at someone on the street to introduce yourself and say, "This is a scholar," it is mostly a curse, just to say that this person has no ability other than not doing serious work.
My father is a scholar, and his more prominent identity is that of a civil servant, an official. After being dismissed, his most important identity is that of a clan leader.
Yang Dingrui is a scholar, but he is a Jinshi and an official. Even if he resigns, he is still a gentry with honors.
He was also a scholar. He had passed the imperial examination. If he had not passed the imperial examination, he might have gained a meritorious title. However, when he became a soldier, he became a martial artist.
They have different identities, different experiences, and different statuses, but Liu Chengzong believes that they all have weaknesses.
Because even if they were furious, even if they were itching with hatred, they had no intention of retaliating against Zhang Qianhu for defrauding him of food.
The more people there are in the existing system, the weaker the revolution will be.
What big things can they do? Nothing big can be done. Even if they think there are all kinds of problems in the environment around them, the last thing they want to do is to improve it.
No matter how painful the scolding was, no matter how much he thought, Cao Yao could not stand it, sitting on the threshold without saying a word, sneering and sharpening his knife on the bluestone steps of his house.
Under the current system of the Ming Empire, that is a person who has nothing but a war horse, armor on his body, and a sword in his hand.
As one of the first five cavalrymen to explore the road to Laomiao Village, Cao Yao told Liu Chengzong on the way that the knife was sharpened for possible accidents in Laomiao Village.
"But if we meet that stupid Qianhu again, he will eat 1,500 meals from us. I will give him another three qian of lead at no loss."
Three qian is the weight of a lead shot from a gun.
In Laomiaozhuang, the wooden fence that blocked Liu Chengzong from entering the village half a month ago was destroyed and burned until it was carbonized. Headless corpses and dried blood and bones left by slaughtered livestock can be seen everywhere.
Liu Chengzong, who was walking with his horse, pulled out a broken spear from the ground and held it in his hand. The three-foot spear shaft was pierced by the split burrs, and the three-inch blade of the fine steel spearhead was unscathed.
This kind of spearhead with no spine was often seen in peasant uprising armies in history. People nowadays would not spend a lot of money to shoot such a spearhead, which made Liu Chengzong suspect that this spearhead might be an antique left over from past wars.
And he was very sorry for this good stick... Apparently this war spear belonged to a certain dealer in Laomiaozhuang. After the owner carefully polished it, he failed to stab the enemy in the first confrontation with the thieves, and was instead held thick on the back.
The guillotine or ax came up on the body, breaking the spear shaft and killing him.
Maybe his death was not pleasant, because his eyes were searching nearby, but other than the blood stains that had already seeped into the soil and mixed with the soil, he did not find a body that matched his guess.
The thief must have left in a hurry, or he must have grabbed so many things that he was unwilling to take away even the weapons that could be used with a little repair.
Liu Chengzong is different. He has the genes of a garbage man in his bones. He is not so extravagant. He raises his hand and hangs a broken spear beside Hongqi.
His harness does not have a name like a victory hook or a killing ring. There are only a few homemade hanging gears on the left and right sides of the war horse saddle, with hooks sandwiched in the rings, and leather goods that can hold knives and axes.
Normal cavalry have some equipment, but not as many as he does.
When he came back from outside the Great Wall last year, the burning operation was a great success. He shot and killed the cavalry spies but had no place to hang his trophies. He failed to bring back many things. Liu Chengzong, who often went to cave dwellings, felt desperate. He only felt that he was fighting with the cavalry for his life.
I feel so lonely.
I made these things in a fit of anger, thinking that this year I would go out and give the old Liu family a hard-top house with a shop on Qingliang Mountain in Yan'an Fucheng, but I never thought of asking the general to send him away.
Turning around the wooden fence and the collapsed loess wall, he walked into the crushed courtyard wall. Maggots were crawling on the stone well in the courtyard. The bare tree stumps were littered with bark and sawdust. A girl was lying in the bark and sawdust. After all the blood has flowed out, the body is as white as snow.
As soon as he found a dirty blanket in the collapsed house, he heard howling cries from the village. He didn't even have time to fish the girl's family out of the well, so he had to cover her with a scruffy blanket.
He hurriedly followed the crying and ran out of the yard.
Lu Bin stumbled and knelt down in front of a big black pillar and cried endlessly. He said that this was the old earth temple in the village.
Liu Chengzong couldn't see any sign of the Earth Temple from the black pillar hanging the old man. The broken bricks and tiles all around made it impossible for him to see where the previous courtyard wall was. But if this was his village, he would
Cried more sadly than Lu Bin.
This is neither a village nor a home. They searched the entire village, and there were corpses everywhere. Not only those who resisted were killed, but those who did not resist or were unable to resist also died, including men, women, old and young.
The only difference is that most of the women's corpses still have their heads.
Compared with the repression of Liu Chengzong and Lu Bin, Cao Yao is much better.
The old thief threw a white cat out of the yard and cursed as he walked: "That wicked thing of his grandma left half a jar of wine in the yard. The cat got drunk without water. It stretched its tail and walked around on all four legs. I still
