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Chapter 37 Young Master Zhu, We Fucked You

Are these three celebrities contacted by my uncle?

This is the young talent that Ye Sanlang boasted about, his powerful nephew?

The first meeting was a bit unexpected. Zhu Yiyuan asked them to wait while he carried water and ran to Grandma Han's house before coming back to greet the three of them.

"The old man has no relatives at home, so he still needs two buckets of water in the morning and evening."

Zhu Yiyuan explained.

The younger one among the three suddenly smiled and said, "I heard that Brother Zhu commanded thousands of soldiers and horses. I really can't understand why he would help the people carry water regardless of his dignity."

Zhu Yiyuan smiled slightly and said, "If we don't do this, what can we do? The life and death of thousands of people cannot be done carelessly."

The young man frowned even more and said, "If that's the case, why didn't Brother Zhu quickly recruit troops and capture the city? Why did he stop here?"

Hearing this, Zhu Yiyuan couldn't help but laugh. It was really the words of a scholar, just words on paper.

The young man was dissatisfied and asked, "Am I wrong?"

Zhu Yiyuan smiled and said: "Of course you are right, it's just a little inappropriate for the current situation."

The young man's face turned dark, which was not wrong.

At this time, the eldest man spoke up, "I, Zhao Shizhe, am fairly well-known in Shandong. I am committed to resisting the Qing Dynasty and will definitely not betray and surrender to the enemy. Please rest assured. We really don't quite understand. We would like to ask for some advice."

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Ye Tinglan also smiled and said: "My eldest nephew, Mr. Dongshan is our Shandong Shilin senior. He has a good character and a great reputation. But my uncle spent a lot of effort to invite him."

Zhu Yiyuan nodded and said: "I have thousands of soldiers now, and there are hundreds of people here. But what can these soldiers and horses do? If we fight with the Qing court and encounter a large army of soldiers and horses, I am afraid that the whole army will be annihilated. Even if it is

Even if the local power is powerful and can fight well, it may not have a chance of winning. And even if you can win one or two, can you continue to win? As for recruiting troops, that also requires money and food."

"At this time, three hundred immigrants have moved here in Dawen Village, there are at least a thousand people in Qingshiji, and there are more than 1,500 people in Zichuan County. In order to resolve the Qing government's poisonous plan, Commander Xie shared the

We have tried our best to solve the problem." Zhu Yiyuan smiled and said: "At this time, if we can't get along with the people and gain their support, what can we do?"

Zhao Shizhe frowned slightly, "That's not bad. The so-called person who wins the hearts and minds of the people wins the world, but people's hearts are like water, and people's movements are like smoke. I'm afraid it may not be possible for a while, right?"

Zhu Yiyuan was about to speak when he suddenly heard footsteps. He turned around and saw Grandma Han walking in with a plate. There were two fist-sized buns in the plate.

She stood at the door, not wanting to come in, but just gave the steamed buns to Zhu Yiyuan.

Zhu Yiyuan stood up hurriedly and asked: "You old man, please keep it for yourself."

Grandma Han said with a smile: "Keep them, I steamed four of them, I ate one, gave one to the old man, and left these two. You are a young man, you have to eat better and don't always drink porridge. It won't work."

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Zhu Yiyuan could only nod and thank Grandma Han. He accepted the steamed buns and handed the empty plate to the old man.

Grandma Han seemed to be about to leave, but she stopped and asked in a low voice: "Are you discussing food?"

Zhu Yiyuan was startled for a moment and said, "It is indeed true. We are trying to figure it out."

Grandma Han sighed, "You said I am a lonely old woman with nothing else. I only have ten acres of land at home. The old man is gone and I don't have the strength to harvest it. The wheat will be ripe in a few days, so you can all harvest it."

Zhu Yiyuan shook his head hastily, "You old man, you can't say that. The grain belongs to you. I will arrange soldiers to help collect the grain and ensure that every grain is delivered to your home. I will also arrange for people to start farming next year."

Grandma Han nodded repeatedly and sighed: "Good people and good soldiers! But what should you do? People are like iron, and food is like steel. If you don't eat even one meal, you will starve. Is there any way?"

Zhu Yiyuan paused and then said: "There is a way. What I mean is that the autumn harvest is approaching and the Kong family's land rent is too much. If everyone can unite and stop the land rent, or just pay a little less, there will be a way."

There’s a solution.”

Mrs. Han thought for a while, nodded and said: "Since I was a child, my great-grandfather and grandpa have paid rent to the Kong family. Even when I got married, the dead old man also paid rent for his whole life. How much do we owe the Kong family? Even if we have

It’s time to pay back a golden mountain!”

Zhu Yiyuan sighed: "That's true. It's just that because of the power of the Kong family, this step is not easy. Don't worry, old man, I will find a way."

Grandma Han nodded, then hobbled back home with an empty plate in her hands.

She put the plate away, stood for a while, thought about it, then walked outside again with her cane.

She went door to door to visit villagers and folks.

"At my age, I can see clearly and know who is good to us. Everyone, please listen to Mr. Zhu. Only by listening to him can you survive."

The old lady would repeat similar words every time she talked about her family, and when she left, she felt deeply blessed.

When she walked out of the twentieth house, her legs were already weak and she could only sit slumped at the door. But the old lady was still unwilling to give up. She sat here panting, preparing to regain her strength before going to the next house.

At this time, all the people who had been visited by the old lady, as well as those who had not been visited, all came out, and there were hundreds of people gathered together.

Grandma Han raised her head and looked at the villagers.

"Everyone is here, and I won't tell you the big truth. I only have one point: whoever is really good to me, I will be really good to others. I beg you guys!"

As she spoke, the old lady struggled to kneel down to the fellow villagers.

At this moment, Huang Ying next to her hurriedly came over and helped Grandma Han.

"If you always kneel down, we young people will all die."

After speaking, Huang Ying turned around, stared at all the villagers, and said loudly: "Now that things have come to this, are you still greedy for life and afraid of death? After the officers and soldiers killed once, do we have to wait for the Kong family to kill again? Sooner or later, people like us will have to kill

Were they all killed?"

At this time, a few villagers stood up and said, "Huang Ying, there is no need for you to shout, we are just fools? To be honest, we have already contacted the surrounding villages. If we want to do something, let's do it together. Let's break the rules and fight hard."

Take this life!"

Huang Ying roared angrily: "Then what are you waiting for? Everyone goes to the Confucius Temple to wait. I'll invite Mr. Zhu to come over."



It was still the Confucius Temple from the last time. A large bonfire was lit in the open space. Thousands of people gathered from all over the country.

Different from the last time, Qingzhuang, led by Huang Ying and others, took the initiative to stand up and dozens of people surrounded Zhu Yiyuan and came to the middle of the group.

Grandma Han and many villagers were sitting among the crowd. The firelight illuminated everyone's faces, and everyone's eyes focused on Zhu Yiyuan.

"Master Zhu, just tell me what to do, and we will do it with you!"

The young and strong people yelled again and again. This time they decided to make the decision themselves and not give the old people a chance. The cautious old people also automatically retreated to the back. They were not absent, and they pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

"Fellows, we have announced the policy for allocating fields over at Qingshiji. Here, it is the same. The tiller has his own land, and whoever sows the crops this season will get it. I will arrange for people to come over and help.

Let the big guys grab the crops, thresh them and return them to the warehouse as soon as possible, and get them into the hands of the big guys."

"There are not many soldiers and horses in Laiwu County now. After losing hundreds of people, they no longer dare to dispatch. The servants of the Kong Mansion can't get through for a while. As for the Qing court, their army is all staring at Gaoyuan. This is the best opportunity.

Let us take action now and select young men from each village to form a militia. Those minions of the Confucian government, the gentry who surrendered to the Qing court, and the bullies and gangsters will all be wiped out."

"From now on, Laiwu is in our hands, and the villagers make their own decisions!"

As soon as Zhu Yiyuan finished speaking, Huang Ying was the first to jump up and said, "Well said, let's do it!"

Someone took the lead, and soon the applicants gathered. After all, Zhu Yiyuan's few days of waiting were not in vain.

The villagers finally took action, and everyone went back to the village separately to greet the people and form a militia... But Zhu Yiyuan walked directly in front of Grandma Han, stretched out his hands and carried the frail old man on his back.

Mr. Zhu still remembered the old man, and the villagers hesitated for a moment, then burst into cheers, surrounded Zhu Yiyuan, and walked towards the village.

Zhao Shizhe and the three people who had been watching this scene from a distance all looked horrified.

"I'm afraid Wang Mang might not be able to do it back then!" The young man first sighed.

Zhao Shizhe looked at it for a long time and suddenly said: "If he is sincere and can destroy the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty, he must be this person!"
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