Qiming 1158

Chapter 42 So what are we rebelling for?

Since it is necessary to be a soldier of the peasant family, and to distinguish it from the traditional old army, it is natural to do something completely different from the past.

So Su Yonglin instructed his subordinates to do something to help the old farmers.

The mouth should be sweet, the face should be smiling, the tone of speech should be polite, and it is not allowed to speak with a rude face.

Help with anything you can help with, whether it’s ploughing the fields, cleaning, moving goods, or building a house.

"Remember, we are them, they are us, there is no distinction between high and low!"

Su Yonglin made the final conclusion.

"Here!"

A group of people scattered out, they went to implement Su Yonglin's will, and brought their soldiers to help the farmers with their work.

The peasants seemed a little nervous and didn't know why.

They are naturally terrified of armies with knives and guns.

Although this is not an official army, but a rebel army.

But in their opinion, no matter whether it is an official army or a rebel army, anyone with a knife and a gun is not a good person.

The Song Dynasty's ethos of advocating culture and suppressing martial arts seriously separated the people and the army, making the image of the feudal army, which was already unpopular, even more negative. In the eyes of the people, anyone with a knife and gun is no different from a bandit.

To be honest, there is a difference, probably one is wearing a uniform and the other is not.

The things they do are similar, and even the ones in uniforms are even more brutal, because they have Zhao Guan's family behind them and have a righteous reputation.

But this army is different.

Don't bully them, give them land, and come to help them...

Is this really a soldier?
Not some saint organization?
The farmers were initially apprehensive.

They pushed repeatedly but said no, but the soldiers still asked to do it, and some of them grabbed the work and did it by themselves, in order to show their sincerity.

Gradually, farmers discovered that these rebel soldiers with knives and guns were really working.

Well done, quite skilled, just like he was a farmer before.

And when he was done, he honestly put the things back in place, then said hello and turned to leave without asking for anything, such as money and food.

The big family's hired workers have to give a token salary or a mouthful of rice to do the work.

Are they really helping us with nothing?
The hearts of the peasants were full of surprise.

Are there any soldiers willing to help us?

The inertial thinking brought about by many years of customs cannot be reversed for a while, but Su Yonglin is willing to believe that as long as they work hard and show their sincerity with their actual actions, this misunderstanding can definitely be reversed.

Of course, this army needs to be consistent and not degenerate.

So Su Yonglin himself stepped forward and helped the farmers to fetch water from the well to send it to each family's water tank.

The atmosphere of the whole village has gradually changed, and the farmers are no longer surprised and uncomfortable with the soldiers taking the initiative to help.

This is a good beginning.

Later, Zhao Yucheng led the army to join forces with Su Yonglin, and was surprised to see that Su Yonglin was leading the army to help the farmers in the village.

"Since we want to get the support of the farmers, we must really help the farmers. Yucheng, if we don't have more helpers, we must get the help of the people. If they help us, we will have the confidence to make money."

Su Yonglin walked steadily down the country road carrying two large buckets, all the way to the yard of an earthen house, and poured the water from the buckets into the water tank.

"Old lady, the water tank is full. I put the water bucket here. I'm leaving."

A rickety old woman came out of the low and dilapidated house, with an indescribable smile on her face full of vicissitudes.

"Su Lang, are you tired?"

"I'm not tired. I'm young and strong. It's the right time to work. What are you tired of? The old lady needs more rest. I'll do less hard work in the future. I'll arrange someone to help you."

Su Yonglin smiled and held the old woman's hand, comforted her for a while, and then left with Zhao Yucheng.

"The old lady's man and three sons all died in the conscription of gold thieves. She was alone and lonely. The villagers took pity on her. Every family squeezed out a little ration to help her. It's really not easy for her to live up to now. We too, can help No matter how much you help, she can't be called Tian Tian should not be called Di Di, that's not kind."

Zhao Yucheng followed behind Su Yonglin, listening to his words, his face was puzzled and sighed.

"A woman is so old, her husband's family is gone, her son is gone, she is alone, how hard is it to live? It's better to die happily."

Su Yonglin paused for a while, then turned around and looked at Zhao Yucheng with a bad expression.

Zhao Yucheng blinked, facing Su Yonglin's unkind look, feeling a little inexplicably fearful in his heart.

"Ziying, what did you just say?"

"I……"

"You said she shouldn't be alive?"

"what?"

"Can't she live? What's wrong with her living?"

Su Yonglin's voice was fierce, which startled Zhao Yucheng.

"No, Uncle Yuting, I didn't say it was wrong for her to live, I meant... Yes! I mean she is so old, and it's too hard to live. She's hard, don't everyone else work too hard?"

"Is this the crux of the matter?"

Su Yonglin stared at Zhao Yucheng: "Because she lives hard, she shouldn't be alive? When you're old and hard to live, you should die? If one day you get old and others tell you that you're too tired to live, you're right. You said you were damned, what would you think?"

Zhao Yucheng's eyes widened, shocked.

"No, Uncle Yuting, this..."

"Whether a person has a conscience or not depends on how he treats the weak! Isn't a person who is arrogant to the weak and servile to the strong a shameless person? If people are like this, so should the country. People are arrogant to the weak and servile to the strong, is there still a need for such a country to exist?"

Su Yonglin stretched out his finger to the north: "Isn't the Jin Kingdom that you and I resisted, such a shameless country? If one day we destroy the Jin Kingdom and establish a new country that is as despicable and shameless as the Jin Kingdom, then we rebel for the sake of what?!"

Su Yonglin drank angrily for a while, then threw his hands away angrily.

Zhao Yucheng was stunned, standing there for a while without reacting.

Su Yonglin's words kept echoing in his mind, causing him to fall into confusion.

He vaguely felt that what Su Yonglin said was right, but he felt that something was wrong.

what is it?

He looked at the back of Su Yonglin's departure, his head seemed to be disorganized after being violently disturbed for a meal. There were thousands of thoughts in his heart, as if he wanted to say a thousand words, but he couldn't say a word.

(End of this chapter)