There is a small village called Maqiao in Luoshan County, Xinyang Prefecture, Runing Prefecture.
The head of the village, Mo Song, was wearing a long gown with several patches that had just been taken out from under a box. Together with several village elders dressed in almost the same way, he stood shivering at the entrance of the village, preparing to welcome a group of uninvited guests. Just now
, some peasants who were out on business rushed back to report to Mo Song, saying that more than a dozen officers and soldiers were walking towards Maqiao Village, and an officer leading them specifically inquired about the location of Maqiao Village.
After hearing the news, Monk Mo Songzhang scratched his head and couldn't figure out why the officers and soldiers came to Maqiao Village. You know, Maqiao Village, which has only about a hundred households, is located in a small mountain depression. All year round, even the county government
It was rare for the officers and soldiers to come here once. The last time officers and soldiers came to visit, it was because there was a mob uprising in Xinyang Prefecture, and the court mobilized troops to suppress it. But now that the mob incident has calmed down, why did the officers and soldiers come to Maqiao Village?
Although he couldn't figure it out, he ran home as fast as he could and changed into formal clothes. He also sent someone to call all the village elders and headed to the entrance of the village together, ready to welcome the officers and soldiers. Standing on the roadside, Mo
Song kept struggling with a question: What should I get to honor these officers and soldiers? The village was hit by a disaster last year, and every household didn't even have enough food rations to eat. Where can we get anything good? However, if we don't have something
He said, who knows what these officers and soldiers will do when they are angry.
"Well, if you stretch out your head and cut your head with a sword, it's also a sword if you shrink your head. Let's meet these officers and soldiers first." Mo Song muttered to himself.
"Commander, do you think these officers and soldiers are just passing by?" Mo Zhengxiang, a village elder with a goatee, asked in a nonchalant manner.
Mo Song smiled bitterly and said, "Second uncle, our Maqiao Village has only one road leading to the outside. How can anyone pass by here?"
"But what are these officers and soldiers doing in our village?" Mo Zhengxiang asked.
Mo Song said: "You keep asking me who is going? Didn't I just hear what Dong Yazi came back to say?"
"Could it be that Dong Yazi saw it wrong?" Mo Zhengxiang guessed.
Mo Song said: "I hope that's the case, otherwise... well, when these Qiu Ba come to the village, they won't be able to scrape off a layer of the land?"
Mo Song's good wishes were soon shattered. Far away on the mountain road, a group of officers and soldiers wearing mandarin duck jackets appeared, striding towards Maqiao Village. Each of these officers and soldiers carried a
Huge luggage. Some people were carrying some long things on their shoulders, a few people were holding spears in their hands, and some were carrying firecrackers. The team was not large, but they walked with some momentum.
"These are not guard soldiers, these are camp soldiers." Another village elder named Mo Zhengyuan said.
"Zhengyuan, how can you tell what kind of soldier this is?" Mo Zhengxiang asked.
Mo Zhengyuan said: "You can tell it by looking at the way these officers and soldiers walk. How can the guardsmen walk so neatly? It's obvious that soldiers from the camp who have been practicing regularly can achieve this level of energy."
"Is there another mob uprising somewhere?" Mo Song frowned and said, "Why else would soldiers come to us?"
"Well, if there is another war, this life will be even more unbearable." The villagers said with sighs one by one.
As he spoke, the team had already reached a place very close to the entrance of the village. Mo Songqiang smiled. He pulled up his clothes and trotted a few steps to greet them: "This is Mo Song, the head of Maqiao Village. I am here to welcome you all military masters.
, I would like to ask all the military lords who are passing by here, and why are they in our village on business?"
"Stand firm!"
An officer leading the team shouted a command. The soldiers stopped in unison. The officer walked towards Mo Song and gave a military salute. Then he said loudly: "I am the commander of the survey camp."
Xiong Minyang, I was ordered to lead a team to your village for official business, and I also ask Chief Mo Li to forgive us for our rudeness."
Today's Xiong Minyang is no longer the ignorant rural boy he was two years ago. His two years of military career have made him much stronger and more mature. When Kanyu Camp was reorganized into a barracks camp, he was appointed as the Firearms Department
The General Manager was actually a candidate for General Manager Qian. This time, the survey camp was broken into pieces and dispersed to various parts of Runing Prefecture. He and a dozen soldiers were sent to the Maqiao Village area.
Responsible for completing the land survey of more than a dozen surrounding villages, and secretly investigating the situation of land annexation by powerful landowners.
"It turns out it's Mr. Xiong. I'm being disrespectful. However, the people in our village have always kept to themselves, and there are no strongmen around our village. I wonder what business your army is doing in our village?" Mo Song asked Xiong with a smile on his face.
road.
Xiong Minyang smiled and said: "Chang Mori, I am sorry that I cannot tell you about the military aircraft. Don't worry, Commander Mori, we have no intention of embarrassing the people of your village. We will carry all the supplies ourselves. Chief Mori
Just arrange a place for us, I'm afraid we will have to live in your village for more than ten days, will Mr. Mori find it troublesome?"
"More than ten days..." Mo Song only felt some pain in his gums, but he did not dare to go against Xiong Minyang's wishes, so he could only nod his head and said: "It is an honor for us to be able to visit Maqiao Village, how dare I say that?
Trouble is the word. Everyone, please follow me into the village..."
Mo Song led the way, and Xiong Minyang led the soldiers from the survey camp to follow him into the village. Several village elders timidly followed the soldiers. Some of them tried to help the soldiers get something, but the young soldiers
Looking at the white beards of the villagers, they shook their heads and said: "Uncle, we are so calm, you can't get it."
As soon as the soldiers opened their mouths, the village elders realized that they were not locals. After careful inquiry, they found out that they were a team coming from Huai'an Prefecture. These soldiers were all from Huai'an. These soldiers from Huai'an came to Runing, and
Coming to such a small mountain village where birds don't lay eggs, this seems a bit fishy no matter how you look at it.
"Your village... is quite poor." Xiong Minyang walked beside Mo Song. He looked at the dilapidated houses in the village and couldn't help but comment.
"Alas, I must have made you laugh." Mo Song said, "Our place has always been poor, and our village is even poorer. In the past, when the weather was good, everyone could barely have enough to eat.
When there is a disaster year, you will be hungry for several days. In the past few years, it is much worse than in the past. Good years are just about not starving to death. In disaster years like last year, ten people in our village starved to death.
How many mouthfuls are there?"
"Why have the past few years been worse than before?" Xiong Minyang sensitively discovered the information in Mo Song's words and asked him.
"Uh..." Mo Song was at a loss for words. He had revealed the truth inadvertently. When Xiong Minyang asked, he realized that there were some words that were not suitable for outsiders to say. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer.
"There... there are a lot of things going on here. Ba is a stranger, and there are some things that I can't explain to Ba for a while." Mo Song hesitated.
Xiong Minyang heard Mo Song's embarrassment. He smiled slightly and stopped pressing him. After all, they had just arrived in Maqiao Village, and they didn't know much about Mo Song at all. The conversation was too deep at this time.
It's obviously inappropriate.
"Boss, there aren't many big families in our village. Every house is very small. It's really difficult to find a house that can accommodate a dozen of you brothers." Mo Song changed the subject.
I talked to Xiong Minyang about housing.
Xiong Minyang said: "It doesn't matter, we just live separately. There are two or three brothers living in one family. Can Chief Moli help make arrangements?"
"You should serve yourself, you should serve yourself." Mo Song responded repeatedly.
Even if a family only arranged for two or three soldiers to live in it, Mo Song spent a lot of effort. The houses of some families were very tight, and in order to accommodate the soldiers from the survey camp, they had to send their children to the firewood.
They had to sleep in the house and free up the rooms for the soldiers to live in. As for the beds, they were even more primitive. Many people’s beds were just made of a few broken boards with straw on top. Fortunately, the soldiers themselves were
Otherwise, Mo Song would have an even bigger headache. According to him, the whole village together couldn't come up with more than a dozen extra quilts.
It was not easy to get everyone settled. Xiong Minyang, as the chief officer, was arranged by Mo Song to live in his own home. Mo Song gave up the main room for Xiong Minyang to live in, and he took his wife to live in the child's room.
Xiong Minyang knew how big the gap was between an officer and soldier commander and a village chief, so he accepted Mo Song's humble gesture calmly. If he didn't accept Mo Song's kindness, I'm afraid Mo Song would only feel even worse.
Uncomfortable.
"Okay, Chief Mori, now that the brothers have settled in, we will probably stay there for ten and a half days, so I would like to ask the chief to talk to the villagers and ask for your patience." After putting away his things,
Xiong Minyang said to Mo Song.
"It's easy to talk about." Mo Song bowed and replied.
"If you have anything to do, just go and do your own business. After I take a short rest, it's time to go do my official business." Xiong Minyang said again.
"This..." Mo Song did not move. He hesitated, not knowing how to start.
Xiong Minyang said in surprise: "What, does Commander Mori have anything to say to this general?"
"It's like this. Mr. General came all the way to our village. As the head of the village, I should cut meat, buy wine, and host banquets. Unfortunately, our village is very poor. Every household has no money left. I, the head of the village, have no money.
I couldn't get enough money to buy meat. I just walked around the whole village and collected 40 eggs. I gave them to Mr. Bear as a snack, and I asked Mr. Bear not to dislike them." Mo Song suppressed.
It took him a long time to say what he wanted to say, and at the same time, he held out a basket with both hands. As expected, there were dozens of eggs in it. One of the eggs had fresh chicken droppings on it. It was obviously taken away by Mo Song just after it was laid.
Let’s make up the numbers.
"Chang Mori, why is this necessary?" Xiong Minyang took the basket and felt mixed emotions in his heart. He didn't know what to say for a moment. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.
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