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Chapter 899 Fan Wai [-] "The Beizi of the Qing Dynasty, the Hard Labor of the Ming Dynasty——Biography of Boluo"

In the ninth year of Zhaowu, the tenth day of September.

On a railway construction site in Shaanxi, a group of hard laborers are sweating profusely at work.

The places where the railway passes meet mountains and open mountains, and build bridges when meeting water. Even if it is a plain, the vegetation must be removed, and the land should be leveled and compacted.These hard laborers are doing this kind of work.

As for the laying of the railway, the engineers and soldiers of the Railway Industry Corps must come.

Guo Mutai, as the captain of the hard labor team, not only did not slack off, but took the lead in doing the hardest and most tiring work.Because he always remembered that Guo Mutai was his Jurchen pseudonym, and his real name was Aixinjueluo Boluo!

Once, this real name was his pride, which brought him power and wealth.But now, this real name is a sharp sword hanging above his head, which makes him not dare to slack off in this hard labor force, let alone let people know this name.

He left the miners' team and joined the road construction team in the second year of Zhaowu.

In the beginning, the traitors and hard laborers in the road construction brigade used their identity as Han people to yell at him, the Jurchen, and bully him.Not only did he endure it all, but he worked even harder.

Hard work pays off.After working hard for three years, he was first promoted to be a small team leader, and then to be a squadron leader, finally able to get rid of the bullying of most traitors and hard laborers.

Later, when the railway was being built in Yunzhong Province, by chance, he learned that Chen Zhilin and other traitors were working hard, and they planned secretly to escape.

Yunzhong Province was the territory of Monan Mongolia in the past. It is close to the border of Mobei Mongolia and the northern border of Ming Dynasty, and it is easy to get in touch with horses. It is indeed a good opportunity to escape.

Boluo had thought that these people would eventually invite him to escape together. After all, he was a squadron leader, and he was considered a middle-level cadre in the hard labor of the road construction brigade.

Who would have thought that no one would notify him until the planned escape date was approaching.

Obviously, these traitors and hard labor excluded him, the Jurchen, from the plan.

Bo Luo thought about the great strength of the Ming Empire now, and felt that even if Chen Zhilin and the others conspired against Zhou Xiang, they might not be able to escape.Even if they really escaped, where could they go in this world?
Going to the north, it is said that it is a bitter cold place where even savage Jurchens can hardly survive.

As for going to the northwest, I don't know which country I will go to. The journey is far away, and I don't know how many dangers I will encounter in the middle. They may not be able to reach it safely.

Therefore, after thinking and thinking, Boluo reported the escape of Chen Zhilin and others to the garrison officer who supervised them.

Even though it has been several years now, Bo Luo still remembers that night, after Chen Zhilin and others were arrested, he yelled at him, the whistleblower——

"Guo Mutai, you bastard will die!"

"Aside from suing your fellow workers for honor, what else would you do?"

"We are freed when we die, but you will stay in the hard labor army forever, do hard labor for a lifetime, and never have a bright future!"

"You tartar, you made us traitors, and now you're making us lose our lives. Sooner or later, we will be exterminated!"

"···"

Chen Zhilin and the others thought that they would die if they escaped and were caught, but in fact they did not die, but were sent to a hard labor brigade specializing in mining.

This is more painful than being beheaded on the spot, because in ten or eight years, they may all be exhausted to death.

Although he was severely scolded by these people, Boluo also received a reward - extra meals for a month in a row, and he was promoted to the captain of the hard labor team!
Theoretically, the captain of the hard labor team also had to work, but he had the right to assist the supervisors in the division of labor and management of hard labor, as well as the improvement of food, clothing and remuneration.

In this way, he can fight for a more comfortable job for himself and live a more comfortable life.

However, in the past few years, Boluo did not take advantage of his status as the team leader to be lazy, but instead took the lead in doing hard work and tiring work, and assisted the supervisors to manage the road construction team in an orderly manner.

Because he knew that only by doing so, could he win the chance to get rid of the status of hard labor.

clang clang clang...

When the bell rang for the end of work, Boluo immediately called the hard laborers to put the tools in the designated place, then wash their hands and face, and then lined up for meals according to the rules.

Speaking of which, the food for these road-building hard laborers is not bad now.

For example, at noon today, the staple food is dry rice steamed with sweet potatoes and brown rice, with salt-boiled Chinese cabbage, and a large pot of fatty meat and bone broth.The smell of the broth with a layer of oily stars whets the appetite.

Of course, ordinary hard laborers can only get one bowl of this soup, but the squad leader, squadron leader, and battalion leader can get two bowls, and the higher the position, the more fat in the bowl.

Like him, there are at least three pieces of fat meat in each bowl, and sometimes there are five pieces.

After lunch, Boluo found a comfortable place to sit and rest.

These people only have one and a half hours from eating to washing dishes and resting. If they don't take the time to rest, they may not be able to complete the task in the afternoon.

If you can't complete the task, you will have to deduct points.Too many points deducted will not only increase the time spent in the hard labor team, but may even be transferred to the more tiring and dangerous miners' brigade.

On the contrary, if you can complete the task on time or even ahead of schedule every time, and do it well, then you will get extra points.

If the score reaches a certain level, the sentence can be reduced, which is their hope of getting rid of the status of hard labor.

Bo Luo worked hard in the road construction brigade, hoping to get his sentence commuted as soon as possible and get rid of his status as hard labor.

"Guo Mutai!"

Just as Boluo squinted, he heard someone calling his Jurchen alias.

He stood up in a jerk and said loudly, "Yes!"

"Captain Hu is looking for you, come here."

"Yes!"

Responding, Bo Luo immediately followed the man to Captain Hu's barracks, feeling apprehensive, even secretly nervous.

Although Captain Hu is also called the captain, he is not the captain of the hard labor team, but the captain of the supervision team, that is, an officer in the garrison.

Not only does this person control the life and death of these hard laborers, but he can also make them feel uncomfortable in the road construction brigade with a single word.

Bo Luo was not worried about being punished, but he was afraid that his true identity would be exposed, that he would be dragged to death and buried under the railway.

When he came to the barracks, Boluo saw Captain Hu who was sitting behind the table looking up and smiling at him.

"Guo Mutai, you have been in our 018 Road Construction Brigade for six or seven years, right?"

"Yes, Team Hu."

"Have you been the captain for more than three years?"

"Three years and three months."

Captain Hu nodded, flipped through the booklet in his hand, and said, "Although you are a Jurchen, you are just an ordinary Jurchen bannerman who is upholding the red flag.

Since you joined our road construction team, you have always been serious in your work, never procrastinating, and the task completion rate is almost [-]%.Even if he became the captain of the brigade, his work would not be compromised.

Therefore, your points increase rapidly, and your sentence is reduced again and again.Today, I officially inform you that your sentence of 20 years of hard labor has been reduced! "

After Boluo heard this, he froze there, as if petrified.

Captain Hu smiled and asked, "Why, are you unhappy after the penalty is reduced?"

"No, no..." Boluo wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, an inexplicable emotion surged out, making him cry uncontrollably.

It's not easy, it's really not easy.

I think he was originally the fifth son of Rao Yu Baylor Abatai of the Qing Dynasty. After the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, he was named Beile because of his meritorious service. He was only one step away from becoming the little Baylor of the Qing Dynasty.

Unexpectedly, the sudden rise of Empress Zhaowu caused the situation in the Qing Dynasty, where Dayou replaced Daming to take the throne, to take a turn for the worse.

He was directly kicked out of the customs without saying anything, and was even beaten to the point of annihilation.

In order to survive, he, the son of the Qing Dynasty, had to pretend to be a lower-level bannerman, first became a prisoner, and then became a hard laborer of the Ming Dynasty.

Thinking that he hadn't done any other work except hunting since he was born, he didn't expect to do hard and tiring work for seven years.

Now it's finally over, and I can get rid of the status of hard labor.In addition to being inexplicably uncomfortable, he also felt a little unreal. He was afraid that it was a dream. After he woke up, he would still have to do ten or eight years of hard labor.

Captain Hu waited for Boluo to cry for a while, and then said: "Guo Mutai, don't cry anymore, otherwise people will think I have done something to you. Besides, there are still some things that need your cooperation to complete."

Bo Luo hurriedly wiped away his tears, and said: "If there is anything, Team Hu can just say it, and I promise to complete the task."

Captain Hu smiled and said: "Although you are a Jurchen, since the hard labor period has expired, you are equivalent to the common people who have been released from prison in the Ming Dynasty.

In order for you to better integrate into normal life, the imperial court has two requirements for people like you.

First, you have to change your Han Chinese name—this is also for your own good.Although it is the ninth year of Zhaowu, there are not many people in the world who hate you Jurchens.

Second, you have just completed your hard labor period, and you have to obey the arrangement of the imperial court.Now the development of Dongfan Island is in need of manpower, so you will be transferred to Dongfan Island.

When you go to Dongfan Island, you have two options. One is to cultivate the fields with the help of the local government and become a farmer.

The second is to join the road construction brigade organized by the local government and work as a road construction worker on Dongfan Island.

Don't get me wrong, unlike being in the hard labor army, in the official road building brigade of Dongfan Island, you are equivalent to a road construction worker, and you are paid, which is not low.

This afternoon, you can rest and consider these issues by the way, and come back to me tomorrow to go through the relevant procedures. "

"I see, thanks to Team Hu for taking care of me." Boluo quickly thanked him.

He sincerely thanked Captain Hu—Captain Hu did not discriminate against his identity as a Jurchen, and assigned tasks, rewards and punishments on weekdays, and was quite fair. He was really a good official.

Captain Hu said: "I don't care about it, I'm just doing things impartially."

The next day, Bo Luo came to Captain Hu to go through the formalities, and gave himself a Han Chinese name——Guo Tai.

A few days later, he went south by train and was called a transport ship at Tianjin Port. He was sent to Dongfan Island, where he joined the Dongfan Road Construction Company and became an ordinary road construction worker.

Here, except for a few officials who had little contact with him, no one knew that he was originally a Jurchen.

Although he has changed from a hard labor captain to an ordinary road builder, Boluo is very happy.

Because the remuneration of the road builders on Dongfan Island was much better than he expected.

The monthly salary is two yuan, and the company manages the meals, accommodation, and even a few sets of clothes.

Meals are much better than when he was in the hard labor army. Three meals a day, in addition to porridge in the morning, white rice as the staple food at noon and evening, a portion of fried vegetables, a portion of meat dishes, and a soup.

And there are fruits to eat every day.

The accommodation environment is also much better than before.

That is to say, the hot weather made him a little uncomfortable.When I first came here, I was a little bit uncomfortable with the environment, but under the care of the workers, I got better after taking some medicine.

In this way, Bo Luo worked for Dongfan Road Construction Company for three years and accumulated tens of yuan, that is, dozens of taels of silver.

For ordinary people, this is almost a small amount of money.But to him who had been a Beizi in the Qing Dynasty, this little money was really nothing.

But now, thinking that he has dozens of yuan in savings, Boluo feels at ease, and even feels that his life has a bright future.

This year, he applied to the company for a single dormitory and was approved.

Then, he found an opportunity to propose marriage to a native widow in her twenties.

In fact, he didn't like this native widow—although the widow's facial features were fairly regular, her skin was dark and she didn't have a good figure. She looked dry and thin.

But Boluo just wanted to be a woman, to have a family, and to have children.

He is 44 years old this year, because he has worked in the hard labor force for seven years, he looks old, like an old man in his 50s.His identity is just an ordinary road construction worker, and he has no way to marry a Han woman on the island.

Those local women with better conditions would definitely look down on him.

On the contrary, this widow, who had been building roads near her village before, met her a few times, and treated her well, as if she knew how to take care of others.

His only concern was whether the native widow could have children.

Afterwards, he found out that the native widow originally had a child who died of illness, so he was relieved.

Taking ten yuan as a bride price, and another ten yuan for doing business, Boluo married this Gaoshan woman named Liao Daying into the family quite "glamorously".

Liao is the woman's planned surname, and Daying is her first name.

In the second year, 28-year-old Liao Daying gave birth to Boluo's son, but the root cause of his illness fell because of this.

Fortunately, Boluo made progress in the company this year, was promoted to be the team leader, and his monthly salary increased to 4 yuan.Even if his wife doesn't go out to work, he can support a family of three.

In the 20th year of Zhaowu, Boluo's son Guo Qing was seven years old, but his wife Liao Daying died of a serious illness.

Misfortunes never come singly, and he was forced to retire by the company because of his age.

Although he has a pension of [-] yuan a year, his consumption is getting higher and higher every year, and his children have to go to school again.Eight yuan is not enough for Boluo and his son.

Boluo is over 50 and can't do heavy work. In desperation, he can only set up stalls in the county town to sell fruits and some local handicrafts. Speaking of which, it is the contacts given by his wife Liao Daying that allow him to enter these jobs. Channel for handicrafts.

I didn't make much money selling fruit, but the handicraft business was pretty good.

After one year, Boluo actually earned more than 100 yuan, which was more than when he was a worker in a construction company.

Three years later, he had accumulated hundreds of dollars in net worth, thinking that he was old and would die at some point, so he wanted to leave a family property to his son.

So he set up a shop in the county town, which mainly sells handicrafts and fruits.

In the fifth year of Qianyuan, the 61-year-old Boluo finally passed away and lay dying on the bed.

The 15-year-old son, Guo Qing, knelt by the bed, his eyes were red, and he kept calling him "Daddy".

Bo Luo wanted to tell his son that his surname was not "Guo" but "Aixinjueluo" and belonged to the royal family of the Qing Dynasty.

But after opening his mouth, Boluo finally left only this sentence——

"Qing, move back to Liaodong if you have a chance, and bury my ashes in Liaodong..."

　Good night~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)