Zhu Yiyuan's words were difficult for the villagers to understand for a while, especially Huang Ying. He hated Tatars and felt that his father believed in the so-called imperial court and so-called orthodoxy, which ended up killing him and so many fellow villagers. He was completely confused. So.
He was determined to take revenge and kill the Tartars.
However, the first thing he did when he joined the army was to dig holes for the Tatar minions and bury these beasts.
Huang Ying was dissatisfied, but could not argue with Zhu Yiyuan. She could only vent her anger on the corpse, chop it with a knife and ax, cut off the ears, gouge out the eyes...
His little move was not noticed.
On this day, I finally finished processing the corpse and returned from outside the village.
After walking a few steps, I heard the clear voice of a child, reciting a poem, "Two or three miles away, there are four or five houses in Yancun, six or seven pavilions, and eighty or ninety flowers."
He suddenly looked up and found that it was Zhu Yiyuan walking from the river carrying two buckets of water. Around him were a dozen children from the village.
Master Zhu taught the children to read poems while walking.
The children read it seriously and followed Zhu Yiyuan, their voices getting louder and louder.
Huang Ying looked over and suddenly felt ashamed of herself. She didn't dare to face it... Maybe she had too much murderous aura and it would be bad if she frightened the child.
He could only slow down and watch Zhu Yiyuan enter the village first and carry two buckets of water to Grandma Han's house.
This is an old couple living together in Dawen Village. They have no children and only have three daughters, all of whom are married outside.
Originally, the old couple were in good health and could still live their lives, but when the army came in, Old Man Han asked his wife to hide in the hut and not come out, while he went to deal with it.
As a result, when Grandma Han saw her husband again, her chest had been penetrated by a sharp knife and all the blood was flowing out.
Witnessing the tragic death of her husband, Grandma Han fainted immediately. When she woke up, she locked herself in the room and locked the door. She did not speak, see anyone, or eat.
Everyone knows that Mrs. Han wants to go with the old man.
Even the people in the village had no choice but to wait.
Zhu Yiyuan came to the village to count the casualties and found out about this. He didn't say anything, he just took care of the things at hand, and then sat outside the door of Han's house with a casserole filled with vegetable porridge.
I sat there all night long, chatting with the old lady.
At first Mrs. Han didn't respond at all, then she started crying and scolding... But no matter what, Zhu Yiyuan was very patient. When the old man scolded him harshly, he would stop, and when the old man calmed down, he would continue talking.
I advise the old man not to give up. The old man is gone. His last wish before leaving is for you to live. You should live well, live every day in peace, and enjoy your life in peace, before you go to see your husband.
If there is any difficulty, if we all face it together, there will always be more solutions than the difficulty.
Zhu Yiyuan kept talking until the next morning. The door suddenly opened, and the haggard old Mrs. Han came out and silently took the casserole. Zhu Yiyuan smiled and said, "I'm going to heat it up. Cold porridge hurts the stomach."
The old lady hugged the casserole and refused to let go, "With your heart, the porridge won't be cold, not even at all."
Grandma Han's eyes were blurred with tears. She looked up at Zhu Yiyuan and said in a trembling voice: "Little young man, I am an old woman who is not far away from death. Do I deserve you to be so kind to me?"
Zhu Yiyuan said softly: "Grandma Han, I am young and have not experienced many things. But I know that over the years, the government has oppressed, the gentry has bullied, bandits and bullies are rampant, bandits and bandits are everywhere...Moreover, dynasties have changed, and the Qing court has entered
Pass, killing people everywhere, driving out the people, encircling the land, slaughtering Yangzhou, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians were killed...Grandma Han, it's not easy for the poor these days, everyone wants us to die, no one will give us a way to live.
"
"Then we really die and obey their wishes?" Zhu Yiyuan said with a smile: "I think it's just the opposite. Not only do we not die, we also want to live, live better, be happy, and be at ease. We want to live.
Let those bad guys die and let them be frightened and uneasy all day long."
"We should have support for our old age and support for our children, have enough food to eat and wear warm clothes. We should stand tall, be confident, and live a better life. Everyone is ruining us, and if we even ruin ourselves, there will really be no way to survive.
What do you think?"
The old lady's eyes were filled with tears. She nodded vigorously, grabbed the spoon, and stuffed the cold vegetable porridge into her mouth. One mouthful after another, a smile appeared on her face.
"Old lady, I understand. I can't let those bad guys get their way. I want to live, and I want to live for my old man, and live out the life he lost."
Zhu Yiyuan laughed and nodded, "That's good. I'll have someone renovate your house later. I'll help with the work at home."
Zhu Yiyuan talked to Mrs. Han for a while, then stood up and walked outside.
At this moment, dozens of villagers, men, women, old and young, were standing outside the Han family's yard, including the old man who had followed Huang Shunren to ask Zhu Yiyuan to leave that day.
Their eyes all fell on Zhu Yiyuan, watching this young man.
"Folks, I have calculated that more than fifty houses in the village have been damaged. It is getting colder and colder. I plan to ask the soldiers to help everyone repair the houses. Besides, the water in the village is the river.
It’s still a bit far away. Let’s choose a location and dig a few wells when we are free. It will be convenient for every household to use water. If everyone agrees, let’s repair the house first.”
If you don't rob or seize, you are already a king master.
He actually helped to repair the house and dig the well. He must have been sent by the Bodhisattva to save people in distress!
"Thank you so much, Mr. Zhu. Mr. Zhu is so kind and virtuous that he may live a long life."
Zhu Yiyuan thanked the villagers and then went to assign tasks.
Before noon, the village became lively.
The rebel soldiers helped repair the ruined houses, and the villagers and soldiers worked together. Liu Bao was originally a mason, and his craftsmanship was quite good.
The wall was built quickly and well, and the villagers gave it a thumbs up.
Zhu Yiyuan settled some things and came over in the afternoon. But he was in a worse situation. Although he was tall and strong, things like a unicycle required skills, but Zhu Yiyuan couldn't push it and overturned it several times.
This caused good-natured laughter from the soldiers and villagers.
Zhu Yiyuan gritted his teeth and swore: "I will issue a military order here. For at least half a month, I promise to push the wheelbarrow into the air."
Liu Bao, who was building the wall, also smiled and said: "Master Zhu, why do you want to learn this? It would be better to command the big guys to win the battle!"
Zhu Yiyuan laughed and said, "Aren't you, a pioneer, also building walls? I have so many skills but I don't feel overwhelmed!"
This sentence made the villagers burst into laughter. The young man in front of them was not a bandit leader, but more like a gentle young man, a relative and friend of everyone, and the backbone of everyone.
Huang Ying, who joined the villagers in their work, was busy all day long. When she was taking a break, Zhu Yiyuan was not far away.
"Master Zhu, I, I want to ask, why did you start the war?"
Huang Ying finally plucked up the courage and came to Zhu Yiyuan.
"Since ancient times, there have been many reasons for raising armies to fight. Some people are greedy for profit and want to advance to a higher level. Some people feel that they cannot survive and the government forces the people to rebel, so they have no choice but to rebel. Others are unwilling to accept the king's law and gather in the mountains and forests.
Be the king of the mountain. As for us, living in this unprecedented troubled time, I hope that the reason why we raise the army is to make everyone live a better life."
"Make everyone live a better life?" Huang Ying hesitated.
"That's right, people are kind-hearted and there are limits to being a human being. We must be cruel and ruthless when facing the enemy, but there is no need to deal with the dead, don't you think?"
Huang Ying was suddenly startled and her face suddenly turned red. After a long time, he nodded vigorously.
"Thank you Mr. Zhu for reminding me, I will remember it."
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On the fifth day that Zhu Yiyuan was stationed by the Dawen River, three people came from the mountain road to the east, two slightly older and a young man in his early twenties.
They overcame obstacles and trudged hard all the way.
The leader of the old man said: "If Sanlang Ye deceived us, and his nephew is not that capable, I will have to settle the score with him. I am afraid that I will lose half a year of my life along the way."
Another old man also sighed: "Originally I wanted to visit Xie Qian, but I've come here to take a look. After all, it's not easy to have the courage to resist the Qing Dynasty in Shandong."
While they were talking, they turned out of the mountain road and saw a river in the distance.
The three people walked forward quickly. At this moment, they found a tall young man carrying water, so they stepped forward.
"This little brother, I heard that there are rebels here, is it true?"
Zhu Yiyuan glanced at the three people dressed as scribes and frowned slightly, "Why do you ask this?"
At this time, the young man hurriedly stepped forward, took out a bunch of money, and handed it to Zhu Yiyuan.
"We're going to meet their leader. There's no harm in this."
Zhu Yiyuan weighed it, pondered for a while, and then said: "Okay, come with me."
They walked along the road to Dawen Village not far, and Ye Tinglan walked quickly this way.
"Mr. Dongshan, I calculated that you would come soon, but it turned out to be true."
Ye Tinglan looked at Zhu Yiyuan again and said happily: "Nephew, you are faster than me. You actually welcomed the distinguished guests first."
The expressions of the three people who arrived all changed... This chapter has been completed!
