"Dear fellow Shandong folks, when you drink porridge, please remember that this is the porridge served by Jiminhui. If you eat the food of Jiminhui, you should remember the goodness of Jiminhui..."
Thousands of refugees lined up in front of a makeshift porridge shack outside the city. They held tattered rice bowls and stared at the scorching sun, with a glimmer of hope in their cloudy eyes. From time to time, some people stood on their feet and looked towards the porridge shack.
Occasionally, those who jumped in line would be beaten up by the Youth Gang gangsters. These gangsters were invited to maintain order. Not to mention, although they were bastards in the past, they were quite active in doing good deeds - they could earn money.
, and my face felt bright again.
A little boy with unkempt hair smelled the aroma of rice wafting in the distance and couldn't help but swallow his saliva and said: "Brother, I'm hungry."
"We are almost here." Huang Ziming comforted his brother by touching his head.
The main disaster-stricken area of this spring heavy rain is located in southern Shandong. Huang Ziming is from Chenjiazhuang, Zhangqiu. His hometown was not affected by the disaster, but he still had to flee to beg for food.
Since Zhang Zongchang occupied Shandong, he has been aggressively aggressive and expanding his army desperately. Some say that Zhang Zongchang has 100,000 soldiers, some say 200,000, and some say 300,000. As for how many soldiers there are, even Zhang Zongchang himself has no idea.
Not sure.
The army needed money to feed the army, and Zhang Zongchang could not afford to feed so many soldiers. Therefore, the Shandong soldiers' military discipline at this time was extremely poor. Once they could not receive military pay, the soldiers would pay attention to the common people and used to use the name of "suppressing bandits"
, wherever the troops went, they were like locusts passing by.
The purpose of the Shandong soldiers' "suppression of bandits" is: three lights, two turns, and one empty.
Kill all the chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep, clean all the mules, horses, cattle and donkeys, remove all the doors, windows and closets, which is called three lights; search the boxes and cabinets, dig up the tiles in the courtyard, which is called two raids; take everything that can be taken away
, throw away everything that cannot be taken away, leaving every house empty, which is called "empty".
In addition to burning, killing, and looting, soldiers never paid for shopping, and soldiers never paid for tickets when riding in cars. If they dared to ask for money, they would be scolded at best and beaten severely at worst. The soldiers summarized themselves very vividly: "Mala Bazi (swearing)
) is the free ticket, and the (hit) on the back of the head is the passport.”
Zhang Zongchang likes to use White Russian soldiers. Every time he fights, he uses the tall White Russian soldiers with blond hair and blue eyes as the vanguard. As soon as the White Russian soldiers charge, the enemy is frightened and flees in all directions, as if they were gods descending to earth.
But the treatment of the White Russian soldiers was worse than that of the Chinese soldiers, and they also liked to drink. Every time they got drunk, they would run around in the streets, beat men when they saw them, rape women when they saw them, and rob property when they saw them, which caused enough harm to the people of Shandong.
awful.
In addition to the military rebellion, Zhang Zongchang's taxes in Shandong were also unprecedented. There were more than 60 kinds of exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes. Not to mention legitimate tax items such as land tax, deed tax, and dental tax, there were also donations from wealthy gentry, military shoe donations, prostitution donations, and theater donations.
, dog donation, chicken donation, pot head donation, donation for repairing Zhang Zongchang's poetry, donation for repairing Zhang Zongchang's bronze statue...
In other words, if you raise chickens and dogs, if you have pots and stoves at home, you will have to pay taxes to Zhang Dashuai. Last year, Zhang Zongchang even launched a "feces donation", and you would be taxed if you pooped. People at the time wrote a couplet to satirize
Said: "Since ancient times, I have never heard that there is a tax on excrement, but now there is no tax on excrement."
Compared with Zhang Zongchang, Chu Yupu can be said to love the people like a son.
Huang Ziming used to be a wealthy family, with more than 60 acres of farmland at home. But last year, a group of soldiers forcibly "suppressed the bandits", which not only robbed his family of grain and money, but even burned down all the farmers in the field.
In order to survive, Huang Ziming took his family to beg everywhere, and later joined the Red Spear Club. At that time, the Tankou congregation where he was located had tens of thousands of people, and they even planned to attack the county town. As a result, before he could take action, a traitor reported on the Red Spear Club.
Most of the gun brothers were killed or injured by the army.
Huang Ziming's parents, wife and children all died in that chaos, leaving only his eight-year-old brother.
"Who put the porridge in there?" asked the porridge cook.
Huang Ziming came to his senses and said quickly: "I will remember the porridge served by Jimin Club."
The porridge man nodded with satisfaction, smiled, added a spoonful to his bowl, and warned: "Two meals a day, one bowl for each meal, and don't think about cheating again after eating."
"Remember." Huang Ziming said with a smile.
The porridge in the bowl is very thin, but it is not mixed with sand and soil, so it can be regarded as a good conscience. Although I am not full, I am not hungry to death, and I can barely survive.
"Brother, this porridge is so delicious." The little boy drank up the porridge in one breath, holding the bowl in his hands and having endless aftertaste.
Huang Ziming only drank a few sips and handed the rest to his younger brother. He smiled and said, "You're not full, so drink this too."
The little boy stared at the porridge and swallowed his saliva, but said sensibly: "Brother, I'm not hungry, you can eat."
"Drink it quickly!"
Huang Ziming forced it into his younger brother's hand and said: "I heard from the locals that Mr. Zhou held many volunteer schools. Studying and eating in the school are free. Tomorrow, I will take you to sign up. You have to study hard, you know?
?”
"What about you?" the little boy asked.
"I want to go back to my hometown and seek revenge from the Demon King!" Huang Ziming said through gritted teeth.
The Demon King is Zhang Zongchang's nickname. Huang Ziming's idea is very simple, that is, to go back to Shandong to open an altar, become the leader of the altar, organize the Red Spear Club, and gather a group of people to fight Zhang Zongchang to the death.
Now that most of Zhang Zongchang's troops are fighting in the south, the troops in his hometown are empty, so it is a good time to open the forum. Unlike last year, when the Red Spear Club was very vigorous, with a total of nearly 100,000 members from all over Shandong, Zhang Zongchang still gave it to Zhang Zongchang.
Destroyed.
"The porridge cook is here!"
Suddenly someone shouted.
Huang Ziming stood up and looked around, only to see a young man walking ahead worriedly. Behind him were a few middle-aged and old men. Those guys were talking and laughing, making it like an outing.
In particular, there was a man with pigtails who actually smiled and waved to the victims, shouting all the way: "My name is Wei Ziwen, and I am known as Wei Xiaozi. Since all the folks from Shandong have come to Tianjin, I, Wei Xiaozi, should act like a landlord."
.Everyone has good food and drink, no delicacies from the mountains and seas, but enough rice porridge. If anyone dies of starvation in Tianjin, I, Wei Xiaozi, was not raised by my mother’s biological father.”
Zhou Hexuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and allowed Wei Ziwen to make nonsense of his name. He walked straight towards the porridge shed. Seeing that the rice porridge here was not bad, he didn't ask any more questions and looked up at the many victims.
"Hey, what's going on over there?" Zhou Hexuan frowned and asked, pointing to a dozen victims lying in the distance.
A Green Gang gangster said: "Go back to Mr. Zhou, those are all seriously ill and can no longer walk. Tomorrow the corpse collection team will come to clean up. They are very familiar with their work and will not cause a plague. Don't worry."
"Don't worry!"
Zhou Hexuan said angrily: "Inform the victims that all those who are sick should come to register and report. Those who are sick will also be sent to the hospital, and I will pay for it."
"Master Zhou is benevolent and righteous!" The gangster stood in awe.
After this word spread, it immediately caused a sensation among the victims, and nearly one-fifth said they were sick. Zhou Hexuan was so troubled by this that he could only ignore those who had colds and focus on treating those who were seriously ill.
Huang Ziming watched silently for a moment, then walked towards Zhou Hexuan, clasped his fists and said, "May I ask your father's name?"
"My name is Zhou Hexuan, what can I do?" Zhou Hexuan asked.
"Don't say thank you for your kindness, I will repay you in the future." Huang Ziming bowed deeply, then turned and left.
