You have eaten a BMW, how can you be worthy of my horse without fine wine? It depends on
I heard that if you don't drink the meat of a BMW, you will be injured. Go get some wine to warm up the heroes.
The words of Zhu Ping'an and Li Shu were like a ray of sunshine in the ice and snow, instantly warming the six strong men opposite. They had suffered from displacement, hunger and cold, and felt warmth for the first time.
Of course, the experienced people did not believe Zhu Ping'an and Li Shu immediately. They looked at one of the men who looked like the leader, and seemed to be very convinced of this leader.
The leading man is tall and tall, with a scar on his face. At this moment, his arm is still wrapped with a simple piece of cloth. The blood on the cloth is still wet. Sitting there, it looks like a long bow stretched into a full moon.
, full of strength, giving people a brave and fierce aura. However, although this man has scars on his face, he gives people a feeling of honesty and sincerity.
"Are you really not going to hold us accountable for stealing horses?" the leading man asked, looking straight at Zhu Ping'an, his voice rough and hoarse, like wheels running over sand.
Looking at this man's eyes, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but sweat slightly on his back. It felt like he was being stared at by a black bear in the mountains. This man's eyes were as alert as a black bear. It seemed that as long as he hesitated for a moment, this man would
You can detect it.
"Of course. Horses are just livestock, how can they be compared to human lives." Zhu Pingan nodded vigorously, with a sincere look on his face, and then looked at everyone and said, "Don't just look at me, turn over the meat and I can smell it.
It tastes mushy."
Zhu Pingan's calmness and sincerity in his eyes slowly infected their impetuous hearts and calmed down. The leading man looked at Zhu Pingan for two seconds after Zhu Pingan finished speaking, and then turned to the other men.
Zhu Pingan nodded slightly, and then saw that the others were completely relieved.
Especially when the little maid Baozi brought the wine and Zhu Pingan placed the jar of wine in front of them, they had no grudge against Zhu Pingan at all.
I stole someone's horse. Not only did they not pursue the issue, they even gave me wine to drink. This made several men who had suffered in exile directly be conquered by Zhu Pingan's personality charm, and they were extremely grateful to Zhu Pingan. Just watched it
The thoughts of silence that arose when Zhu Ping'an and the others were there to protect themselves had long since disappeared.
You must know that stealing horse meat is a serious crime in the Ming Dynasty. Horses are the key to dealing with the northern nomads, and the Ming Dynasty also values it. If they steal a BMW and a good horse, if they are punished by the owner, at least it will be enough for them to spend a few days in jail.
Year.
After trust and gratitude were generated, the crisis came into contact, and Zhu Pingan also knew their stories. In fact, it was lucky that these people were originally kind, so they were inspired by Zhu Pingan.
"We were originally hunters at the foot of Yunmeng Mountain, hundreds of miles north of here. Our life was beautiful. The water in the mountain continued all year round. The mountain stream was clear and sweet. There were acres of reed swamps beside the stream. We usually planted during busy farming periods.
When the farm is slack, we go into the mountains to hunt and catch fish. We have worked hard since we were young, and our ancestors also passed down the martial arts, so we always get something when we go into the mountains. The reeds can also be woven into mats and sold. Although we are not rich, we are not rich either.
We worry about food and clothing. Natural disasters and earthquakes have not affected the lives of our ancestors for generations."
When talking about this, several men opposite who were gnawing on horse meat and drinking wine couldn't help showing disgusted expressions on their faces, and they missed the past life very much.
"Last year, the northern Tatars came from the northwest and invaded the capital. Our mountain villages were also affected, and our lives were ruined." When they said this, their faces showed a look of hatred.
"Has your homeland been destroyed by the Tatars? It's so pitiful." When Baozi's little maid heard this, Baozi's face was full of sympathy.
"Huh, Tatars? How many of our brothers responded to the call of the army and even went to the battlefield and killed a few Tatars! Huh, it's a pity that the Tatars did not destroy our homeland, but they were harmed by their own family!" One of them sneered.
He said with gritted teeth, his face filled with regret and regret under the light of the fire.
Kill good people and take credit?
I don't know why, but these four words were the first thing that came to Zhu Pingan's mind. From this man's words and expression, Zhu Pingan almost confirmed his guess, so he couldn't help but sigh.
Li Shu, who was next to Zhu Pingan, also had an unhappy look on her face. As smart as she was, she should have guessed it.
Only the little maid Baozi on the side looked puzzled. Why did the Tatars not destroy your homeland, but it was destroyed by their own people? No, how could our own people destroy their own homeland?
"When the army recruited young men from our village, they promised to kill one enemy and be rewarded with three taels of silver. We also grew up listening to the stories of Yue Fei and Yang's generals, and we couldn't bear to see the northern barbarians killing people, setting fires and robbing things at home.
In addition, killing the enemy is more cost-effective than hunting. So the young men in our village went to the battlefield to work for the army. At that time, we killed several Tatars with all our lives. We went to the army to collect the reward, but not only did we not get the reward, but we were
Give him a beating with a military stick."
"It's nothing. After the Tatars were driven away, our brothers followed the army on guard for several months, waiting for our brothers' homes."
When they said these words, their eyes were red, their pupils were faintly splashed with blood, their fists were clenched tightly, and their teeth were gritted.
The story that was told next was a bit shocking, or rather bloody, and it felt as if someone had strangled the throat.
The young men who braved bows, arrows and swords to serve as cannon fodder for the army and drove away the Tatars went home with joy, thinking that they would be welcomed by their wives and children just like they used to hunt, but then the reality gave them a heart-wrenching scene to welcome them.
All that is left is the charred village and the cold bodies of his wife and children.
The surviving people in the village told them everything that happened not long ago.
After the Tatars retreated, Zhao Daying, who was guarding the frontier army, reported his merits to the county magistrate. The county magistrate said, "How can I report my merits without the Tatar rank?" Zhao Daying said, "Grade Yi'er."
So, Zhao Daying from hundreds of households sent troops to kill villagers for taking credit for their crimes. The officers and soldiers entered the village with sharp knives and chased the villagers, shouting, "I'll lend you your heads for a while." In order to repay the credit and silence them, they slaughtered them all.
There were more than 30 households in the village, including babies and young children. Only this old man in the whole village survived by fetching water.
Hundreds of households in Zhao Daying submitted reports for the execution of fifty-nine levels of thieves, including thirty-six women and children. All the levels had their heads shaved with a knife, making them look like Tatars.
When Qing Zhuang came to know the truth, he was naturally unwilling to accept it. He went to the county magistrate to drum up his grievances, but the magistrates protected him!
The county magistrate's verdict showed that the village was destroyed by bandits, and Zhao Daying from a hundred households became the hero who drove away the Tatars. The young men in the village were sentenced to slandering the superior officials and were sentenced to a hundred punishments and sent to prison.
Out of all the young men in the village, only the six of them managed to escape, and they were hunted down by Zhao Baihu's men all the way, until today (to be continued.)
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