Early in the morning, someone knocked on the door of Cui San's family who lived on Zuoying Street.
Cui San was a soldier in the camp. The year before last, while attacking the Jinchuan bandits, his leg was shot with a gun.
So Cui San's life was really snatched back from the Lord of Hell.
It stands to reason that the loss of a leg is a first-class injury, and the court should give Cui San 30 taels of disability compensation, plus rice and grain money for another three years, and some amount of soup and medicine.
Disabled veterans can receive a one-time payment of about 75 taels.
If you use this money sparingly, it will be enough to support a small household for a few years.
If you think smarter, you can use the money to do some small business or buy some land. Even if the life is difficult, you can support your family. But Cui San was given 25 taels of silver by his superiors when he left the camp.
Cui San was definitely dissatisfied when his money was reduced by two-thirds, so he raised his walking stick and asked where his disability money had gone, but no one answered him.
When I got tired of asking questions, I was immediately taken out.
If I ask again, a severe beating is inevitable.
It was the sentry officer Wan Lin who secretly told him that the money that should have been deducted from him had been deducted from him by Mr. Cao from above. He told Cui San not to go to anyone. It would be useless to sue to heaven because Mr. Cao was from the Ministry of Internal Affairs and was in Sichuan.
Even the governor had to let him go.
You made such a big fuss that Mr. Cao became unhappy and even sent people to kill you without anyone knowing about it.
In the end, Wan Lin gave Cui San seven or eight taels of silver collected by his brothers, and asked him to set up a pot repair stall at the entrance of Zuoying Street, repairing iron pots, teapots, etc. to make a living.
Cui San's daughter-in-law was a peasant girl from Wan County. Her family married her to Cui San in the early years so that she could eat royal food with Cui San.
I never thought that my husband would end up in this situation.
The couple has three sons and two daughters, and there is also a blind old woman above them. How can they support a total of eight mouths just by Cui San's pot-filling stall?
So Cui San's daughter-in-law was introduced to the girls in the city who had lots of money to clean their clothes, and she could earn a few dollars a month.
The girls are also kind-hearted. They know that Sister Cui's man is in trouble, her family is poor, and she has many children. On weekdays, you can give her a few coins, or I can give her old clothes, snacks and other things to support her.
That Huamanlou was a brothel. Even though Cui San's daughter-in-law worked hard and earned hard money, she was inevitably looked down upon by others.
Some mean-spirited women nearby secretly told Cui San that they were selling food in the building. The rumors reached Cui San's ears, and the man was angry and wanted to save face. After closing the stall and returning home, he beat his wife.
Afterwards, the couple hugged each other and cried. If it hadn't been for those five mouths calling for father and mother, the couple would have been able to crawl into the Jialing River together.
The days passed like this, and Cui San got used to living on one leg.
When they heard someone knocking on the door outside, Cui San and his wife hadn't gotten up yet, and their five children were also asleep. The blind old woman living next door didn't like to sleep very much because she was old, so she could sleep for two hours a day.
I woke up early and was groping about cutting the fish.
Today is the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, and tomorrow will be the eve of the New Year's Eve. No matter how tense the family life is, you always have to get some fish for the children during the New Year, right?
I bought the fish yesterday from my neighbor and the fishermen in the river. The two herrings together weighed seven or eight kilograms.
The old lady couldn't bear to eat them all. She thought about cutting one piece to eat tomorrow night, salting another piece and drying it in the sun, and then ate it slowly.
Hearing a knock on the door, the old lady fumbled to open the door.
The son over there shouted: "Which one is it? The stall is not out yet. If you are in a hurry, leave it at the door and come and get it in the afternoon."
Cui San thought he was here to fix the problem, but the voice of the sentry officer Wan Lin came from outside the door: "Old Cui, it's me, open the door quickly!"
"Wan Tou? Go and open the door quickly."
Cui San pushed his wife, Lao Wan was a nice person and took good care of him.
I heard that in order to keep Cui San's pot-making stall in business, Lao Wan went door-to-door to notify people, asking them to take care of Cui San as much as possible if their things were broken.
"It's Master Wan,"
Cui San's wife quickly got out of bed, got dressed, and opened the door.
As a result, the crowd outside the door was shocked.
Wan Lin was not alone. There were dozens of people, all wearing official uniforms. Some of them were Green Camp officials she had seen before, and some she had never seen before.
The young man standing next to Wan Lin was dressed more horribly. He was wearing a ruby top with two pheasant feathers on it, a nine-python and five-clawed python robe, and a string of beads hanging around his neck.
A high official.
But what surprised Cui San's wife was not how big an official this young man was, but that he was carrying half a ladle of fat pig on his shoulders.
"Is she Cui San's wife?"
Jia Jia's consort was not sure, so he asked Wan Lin, the green camp sentry beside him.
"Sir, she is Cui San's mother-in-law,"
Wan Lin turned sideways and motioned for the Admiral to come in, and shouted inside: "Cui San, get up quickly, the Admiral is here to see you!"
Lord Admiral?
Cui San, who was still getting dressed on the bed, was startled. His wife, who was standing at the door in a daze, was also startled. The blind mother in the next room was also startled.
"Sister-in-law, it will be thirty tomorrow, and I will come to see you on behalf of the imperial court."
Jia Liu chuckled and carried the half scoop of fat pig on his shoulders into the house and unloaded it on the table.
This half-ladle of fat pig is quite heavy, weighing seventy or eighty kilograms. He, Mr. Jia, is so tired that he is out of breath.
He turned around and ordered his followers to bring everything in.
Two 50-pound bags of rice, a barrel of rapeseed oil, a jar of salt, ten pounds of brown sugar, two ten-pound large grass carps, and a mess of fruit snacks.
They were all urgently purchased by Green Camp in Chongqing Town last night, and I spent the whole night struggling for this purpose.
There is nothing I can do, why would this be an emergency military order from the Admiral?
"Wan Tou, what is this?"
Cui San, who came out of the back room, looked at the things on his Eight Immortals table, and then saw a young official looking at him with a smile on his face, and he was suddenly stunned.
Wan Lin looked happy: "Cui San, this is our admiral, and he came here specially to see you!"
"Ti, Lord Admiral?!"
Cui San was startled and subconsciously dropped his walking stick to kowtow to the admiral. However, as soon as the walking stick hit the ground and before he could squat down with difficulty, the admiral stepped forward to support him and said affectionately: "Don't be too polite, you guys are
A warrior of the country, I do not deserve the courtesy of a warrior!"
After speaking, he turned around and shouted: "Bring it here!"
Immediately, an attendant handed a bag of silver into the hands of the admiral.
"Cui San, this is the money that the imperial court owes you, including the principal and interest. I have collected a whole sum of one hundred taels for you, keep it, and live a good life in the future. If you have any trouble, come to me."
Jia Liu said this while holding Cui San's hand tightly.
As he spoke, his eyes fell on Cui San's empty right trouser leg, and his expression looked very sad. He looked around at the Cui family, and felt even more uncomfortable. He turned his head sharply and looked at the green camp officers from Chongqing Town at the door, and said angrily: "
Is this how you treat the soldiers who work for the imperial court? This is how you bastards do things for the imperial court!"
"Sir, I'm waiting for you to be convicted!"
All the Green Battalion officers fell to their knees on the ground and lowered their heads. No one dared to speak.
Because, last night, deputy general Cao Guoke committed suicide out of fear of crime.
"Cui San, I'm late, I'm late!"
Jia Jia's forehead was extremely sad, and his red eyes were full of concern for the soldiers of the Green Camp.
The first-class court clothes are covered with lard.