Among the several wealthy households, the leader was Lin Xiucai. His face was pale and his whole body was trembling.
Zhu Yiyuan's question made him feel like he was struck by lightning, "No, no, I don't want to find anyone, please spare me!" He suddenly raised his head and begged to the people around him: "Folks, please help me.
Let me be honest, I am a scholar in our village, a scholar with a good reputation. It has always been said that scholars will not be beheaded as long as they do not commit serious crimes. Please spare me this time."
He was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and crying, looking really pitiful.
The refugee soldiers just looked at him coldly. They didn't care whether he was a scholar or not. Anyway, they didn't know this guy. They only listened to Master Zhu's orders.
On the other hand, the villagers in Dazhuang Village looked at each other. Some of them felt pity and didn't think anything was wrong.
At this moment, a handsome, pale half-year-old child squeezed out from the crowd. He suddenly knelt on the ground and said, "Master Zhu, I want to redress my injustice! Please make the decision, Master Zhu."
Zhu Yiyuan frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Stand up, don't kneel!"
The young man was stunned.
Zhu Yiyuan said patiently: "As soon as you kneel down, what was reasonable has become irrational. We punish evil and promote good, eliminate violence and bring peace to the good. All you have to do is speak out your grievances."
The young man's whole body shook violently, and somehow he gained more courage. He gritted his teeth and said: "Master Zhu, I am his book boy, he, he is a beast!"
The young man pointed at Lin Xiucai, with tears in his eyes, and said angrily: "He, he bullied me."
Zhu Yiyuan was stunned for a moment and finally understood, but other villagers seemed to have known about it for a long time and were even a little bit used to it.
Because according to the rules of the Ming Dynasty, after being admitted as a scholar, you can be served by two servants.
Of course, it's just a matter of qualification, because usually, hiring servants also costs money, and only a poor scholar can't afford it.
But it is usually used for destruction, and according to the regulations of the Ming Dynasty, scholars can also exempt Liang Ding from corvee. When these regulations are combined, strange things will happen.
Especially in the late Ming Dynasty, when demons were everywhere, many scholars became famous and couldn't wait to raise a few young servants to serve them around. If they didn't, they would be laughed at.
This young man was Lin Xiucai's pupil... He stood up and testified against Lin Xiucai, so naturally he suffered great grievances.
However, Lin Xiucai didn't think so. He was frightened and furious, "Inkstone, I provide you with food, drink, and clothes. How can you not be unreasonable and frame the master?"
"I don't!"
The young man gritted his teeth. He suddenly pulled up his sleeves, revealing an arm full of scars. He saw old and new wounds on his arms. There were traces of whipping, small holes from needles, and even burns with tongs.
Burns make people feel heartbroken just by looking at them.
The young man cried: "There are more injuries like this on my body. Not only did he beat me, but his mother-in-law also beat me, calling me a despicable thing. Their whole family beat me, scolded me, hung me from the beam, and knelt in pieces.
On the porcelain plate... Just three days ago, they beat me so hard that I was unconscious for a whole day. I was so scared. I was afraid that they would beat me to death at some point. Mr. Zhu, he is a foodie
He is a beast of man, don’t let him go.”
The young man cried bitterly and almost fainted.
Everyone understands that he did not lie, but Mr. Zhu in front of him, can he make the decision for him?
Zhu Yiyuan looked solemn and whispered: "I believe what happened to this little brother is not unique. There are too many children from poor families who are slaves and are bullied and exploited. He has the courage to take the initiative to stand up.
Even if this thing didn't try to escape and went to kill and ravage poor people, he should be severely punished... drag him down and kill him!"
Lin Xiucai was shocked and said, "Spare my life, I am a slave rewarded by the imperial court. I am a scholar. Without me, this little brat would have died long ago! Mr. Zhu, we are also fellow villagers, not far away from each other. I am willing to give you
Effectiveness…”
Lin Xiucai shouted at the top of his lungs in order to survive.
Zhu Yiyuan was too lazy to listen and shouted angrily: "Don't do anything yet!"
At the command, the rebel soldiers waved their ghost-headed knives, and Lin Xiucai's head fell to the ground. His eyes were wide open until he died. He was just a brat, so why should he kill his dignified scholar Xiangong?
The young man was filled with surprises. He ran to Lin Xiucai's head and stared at it with wide eyes. After a while, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"I can look at each other now, I don't have to be afraid of you anymore, no more!"
The young man turned around, ran to Zhu Yiyuan, and said excitedly: "I want to join the army, please accept me."
Zhu Yiyuan said: "You are still too young and can only be regarded as a second-class militiaman, cleaning and doing odd jobs. When you are a few years older, you can become a soldier."
The young man nodded quickly and said happily: "Okay, okay! Whatever you ask me to do, I can do it."
Zhu Yiyuan nodded at him, then turned to look at all the villagers, and said with emotion: "If you can't survive, who would be willing to work as a slave and be bullied and humiliated. This time we divided the land and let the villagers
We all can live a good life, and things like slaves and servants that ruin people should no longer exist. No one is superior to others, and no one can do whatever they want. In my place, no one is allowed to bully others. If there is any, please report it immediately and severely punish it.
No loan!"
Zhu Yiyuan said seriously, and the silent villagers suddenly burst into violent cheers. Everyone clapped their hands and cheered in unison.
Everyone is not stupid. I have never seen a child from a rich family work as a slave, and it is not the poor family that suffers. Mr. Zhu is helping the big guys make the decision!
In the midst of the joy, there was only one person who was out of his mind and had cold sweat on his forehead.
He stumbled one step at a time, and when he reached the door of his house, he bumped into the door frame and got a black eye.
This person is Zhang Xiucai.
Yesterday, he was arguing with Zhu Yiyuan, thinking that this Ming Dynasty clan member could look up to them as Ming scholars, but unexpectedly, a scholar died in the blink of an eye, and it seemed that his crime was pinned on his head, so it was not impossible...
Why don't you run away quickly?
Zhang Xiucai had the idea of escape, but quickly gave it up. Old Lin could not run away. Now that the defense was tighter, where would he run?
But when it comes to it, Mr. Zhu is neat and decisive.
They divided fields and freed slaves, which was different from those thieves who only knew how to rob and kill.
Maybe, maybe, he can actually accomplish something... By the way, when Lao Lin was dying, he also said that he would work for Mr. Zhu. If he died, did it mean that his opportunity had come?
The more Zhang Xiucai thought about it, the more reasonable it became. From being frightened and uneasy, he actually became excited.
Perhaps the power of Conglong is just around the corner.
Zhang Xiucai quickly took out twenty taels of silver from home, sealed it, and gave it to his concubine. Then he sealed two more twenty taels in succession and handed them to the book boy.
"I will give you the money, and I will let you go back. You both have parents and family, and I have never beaten you, but you are not allowed to accuse me. I will also seek refuge with Mr. Zhu. If you accuse me falsely, you will not be able to bear it."
Walk around."
Zhang Xiucai tried his best to warn these two people, but he always felt guilty.
After all, Zhu Yiyuan hadn't received him yet... Zhang Xiucai pondered for a long time and then pulled out another item.
The deed to a total of one hundred and fifty acres of land!
This has been handed down from their ancestors for several generations. Even Zhang Zhifa and Zhang Ge didn't take it away. It's so precious.
There is no way, and even now, I can only take it out in exchange for my own life.
As soon as it dawned, he rushed to the Zhang family compound with the land deed in his arms.
Zhu Yiyuan slept in the concierge as before and got up early for a run. In addition to the refugee soldiers, there were also some young people from Dazhuang Village, making the team even larger.
After running through, Zhu Yiyuan went to eat.
In addition to the rice porridge cooked by the refugees, the women in Dazhuang Village also sent some pickles, which enriched the breakfast.
Zhu Yiyuan was holding a bowl of porridge and drinking. When he was almost done drinking, he looked up and saw Zhang Xiucai, who was already standing beside him.
"Is something wrong?" he asked casually.
Zhang Xiucai hurriedly said respectfully: "Master Zhu, I have sent away all the servants and concubines at home. This is my family's land deed, totaling 150 acres of land. Please take it over."
Zhu Yiyuan looked at it and nodded slightly, "It seems you figured it out very quickly!"
With just one sentence, Zhang Xiucai's old face turned red. A few days ago, he was shouting that he was a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, but in the blink of an eye, his face changed. He said that he was sincere, and even a fool would not believe it.
Zhang Xiucai blushed and gritted his teeth, "Master Zhu, I have been depressed all my life. My reputation is just that of a scholar, and I can't even talk about an official career. I am willing to serve you."
"Why?" Zhu Yiyuan said with a smile: "You should understand that our future is uncertain and our power is still weak. There is no point in risking your life with us."
Zhang Xiucai's expression changed again and again, and finally he mustered up the courage to say: "Back then, Emperor Taizu started his career as a beggar, and when Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty was in Mangdang Mountain, he was just a few hundred people. I believe that you can achieve great things!"
Zhu Yiyuan pondered slightly and then said: "Is that all?"
Zhang Xiucai was silent again for a while, and said in a trembling voice: "I don't want to live with a pig's tail on my back for the rest of my life."
Zhu Yiyuan's brows moved slightly, and he felt something in his heart. When hiring people, you really shouldn't care too much about it. Just pay attention to it in the future.
"In that case, you can manage the land allocation in Dazhuang Village. Is ten days enough?" Zhu Yiyuan asked.
Zhang Xiucai couldn't help being happy and said hurriedly: "No need, just three days will be enough." This chapter has been completed!
