After Ming Dynasty

Chapter 36 Good Uncle

Zhu Yiyuan's words were difficult for the villagers to understand for a while, especially Huang Ying, who hated Tartars and felt that his father believed in the so-called imperial court and orthodoxy, and in the end killed himself and so many fellow villagers.So he determined to take revenge, to kill the Tartars.

However, the first thing he did when he joined the army was to dig pits for the minions of the Tartars and bury these beasts.

Huang Ying was dissatisfied in her heart, but she couldn't argue with Zhu Yiyuan, so she could only vent her anger on the corpse, chop it up with a knife and an axe, cut off the ears, goug out the eyes, and vent the anger in her heart...

His small movements were not discovered.

This day, I finally finished disposing of the corpses and returned from outside the village.

After walking a few steps, I heard the crisp voice of a child, reciting a poem, "One to two or three miles, there are four or five houses in Yancun. There are six or seven pavilions and eight or ninety flowers."

He suddenly raised his head and found that it was Zhu Yiyuan who was walking by the river carrying two buckets of water.Beside him, surrounded by a dozen children from the village.

This Mr. Zhu taught the child to read poems while walking.

The children earnestly read along with Zhu Yiyuan, and their voices became louder and louder.

Huang Ying looked this way, and suddenly felt ashamed of herself, and dared not face it... Maybe it was because she had too much murderous aura in her body, and it would be bad if she frightened the child.

He could only slow down, watching Zhu Yiyuan enter the village and bring two buckets of water to Grandma Han's house.

This is an old couple in Dawen Village who depend on each other for life. They have no children, only three daughters, all of whom are married.

Originally, the old couple were in good health and able to survive the day, but the officers and soldiers rushed in. Old man Han told the old wife to hide in the latrine, don't come out, he will deal with it.

As a result, when Grandma Han saw her husband again, her chest had already been pierced by a sharp knife, and all the blood flowed out.

Witnessing the tragic death of her husband, Grandma Han immediately passed out, and when she woke up, she shut herself in the room and locked the door.Don't talk, don't see people, don't eat.

Everyone knows that Mrs. Han wants to go with the old man.

Even the people in the same village had no choice but to wait.

Zhu Yiyuan came to the village to count the casualties and found out about it.He didn't say anything, he just settled the matter in hand, and then took a casserole with vegetable porridge in it, and sat outside the door of Han's house.

I sat all night, chatting with the old lady constantly.

At first, Mrs. Han didn't respond at all, and then she cried and scolded again... But no matter what, Zhu Yiyuan was very patient. When the old man scolded hard, he stopped, and when the old man calmed down, he continued to talk.

I advise the old man not to give up, the old man is gone, his last wish before he leaves is to keep you alive, you should live well, live every day in peace, enjoy the rest of your life, and then go to see your husband.

If there is any difficulty, everyone will face it together, there are always more solutions than difficulties.

Zhu Yiyuan kept talking until the next morning, when the door suddenly opened, and the haggard old lady Han came out, taking the casserole silently.Zhu Yiyuan smiled, "I'll go to reheat, cold porridge hurts the stomach."

The old lady held the casserole tightly, "With your heart, the porridge is not cold, not cold at all."

Grandma Han's eyes were blurred with tears, she looked up at Zhu Yiyuan, and said in a trembling voice, "Little offspring, I'm an old woman, I'm not far from death, is it worth it for you to treat me so well?"

Zhu Yiyuan said softly: "Grandma Han, I am young and have not experienced many things. But I know that these years, the government has oppressed, the gentry bullied, bandits and bullies are rampant, and bandits and grass bandits are everywhere... What's more, the dynasty has changed, and the Qing court has entered the country. Guan, killing people everywhere, expelling the people, staking the land, slaughtering Yangzhou, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians were killed...Grandma Han, it’s not easy for the poor these days, everyone wants us to die, and no one will give us a way to survive. "

"Then we really die, following their wishes?" Zhu Yiyuan said with a smile: "I think it's just the opposite. Not only do we not die, but we also have to live, to live better, to be happy, and to be at ease. Let those bad guys die, let them be in fear and panic all day long."

"We need to take care of our old age and our young to depend on us. We need to have enough food and wear warm clothes. We need to straighten our chests, stand upright, and live a better life. If anyone spoils us, if we spoil ourselves, then there is really no way out. What do you think?"

With tears in her eyes, the old lady nodded vigorously, grabbed the spoon, and stuffed the cold vegetable porridge into her mouth, mouthful after mouthful, with a smile on her face.

"The old lady understands that I can't let those villains get their way. I want to live, and I want to live for my old man, and live out the life he lost."

Zhu Yiyuan laughed and nodded, "That's good. I'll have your house repaired later, and I'll help with the housework in the future."

Zhu Yiyuan talked to Mrs. Han for a while, then stood up and walked outside.

At this moment, dozens of villagers, men, women and children, were already standing outside the courtyard of the Han family, including the old man who accompanied Huang Shunren to let Zhu Yiyuan leave that day.

Their eyes all fell on Zhu Yiyuan, staring at this young man.

"Folks, I calculated that more than 50 houses in the village were damaged, and the weather is getting colder and colder. I plan to ask soldiers to help the big guys repair the houses. Besides, the drinking water in the village is all from the river. Pick, it’s still a bit far away. Let’s choose a location, and when we’re free, we’ll dig a few wells so that every household can use water easily. If the big guy agrees, let’s fix the house first.”

If you don't snatch it, you are already a master of the king.

He even helped to repair houses and dig wells. This is sent by the Bodhisattva to save the suffering!
"Thank you, Young Master, Young Master Zhu is very kind and virtuous, and he will live a long life."

Zhu Yiyuan thanked the villagers, and then went to assign tasks.

Before noon, the village became lively.

The soldiers of the rebel army helped to repair the destroyed houses, and the villagers and soldiers worked together. Liu Bao turned out to be a mason, and his skills were quite good.

The wall was built quickly and well, and the villagers gave them a thumbs up.

Zhu Yiyuan settled some things and came over in the afternoon.It's just that he is miserable. Although he is tall, he has good strength.But a unicycle requires skill, but Zhu Yiyuan couldn't push it and overturned it several times.

Provoking soldiers and villagers laughed in good faith.

Zhu Yiyuan gritted his teeth and swore: "I will issue a military order here, and within half a month at most, I promise to push the wheelbarrow into the air."

Liu Bao, who was building the wall, also smiled and said, "Young Master Zhu, I said, what are you doing learning this, it's better to command the big guys to win the battle!"

Zhu Yiyuan laughed loudly, "Aren't you a vanguard officer who is also building walls! I am too talented to overwhelm myself!"

One sentence made the villagers laugh. The young man in front of him is not a bandit leader, but more like a gentle and gentle young man, a relative and friend of the big guy, and the backbone of everyone.

Huang Ying, who joined the work of the villagers, has been busy all day, and when she rests, Zhu Yiyuan is not far away.

"Young master Zhu, I, I want to ask, why did you start fighting?"

Huang Ying finally summoned up her courage and went to Zhu Yiyuan.

"Since ancient times, there have been many reasons for raising troops to fight wars. Some people are greedy for profit and want to go to a higher level. Some people feel that they can't live on. Be the king of the mountain. As for us, we are born in this unprecedented troubled world, and I hope that the reason for our army is to make everyone's life better."

"Make everyone's life better?" Huang Ying hesitated.

"That's right, the human heart is good, and there is a limit to being a human being. We must be cruel and ruthless in the face of the enemy, but there is no need to make things difficult for the dead, don't you think?"

Huang Ying was shocked suddenly, her face flushed suddenly, and after a long time, he nodded vigorously.

"Thank you Mr. Zhu for reminding me, I will remember."

……

On the fifth day Zhu Yiyuan was stationed by the Dawen River, three people came from the mountain road to the east, two older and one young man in his early twenties.

They overcame thorns and thorns all the way, trekking with difficulty.

The old man at the head said: "If Ye Sanlang lied to us, his nephew doesn't have that much ability, and I will settle the score with him. I am afraid that I will lose half a year of my life along the way."

Another old man also sighed: "I originally wanted to pay a visit to Xie Qian, but I have come here, so it's good to have a look. After all, it is not easy to have the courage to fight against the Qing Dynasty in Shandong."

While talking, they turned out from the mountain road and saw a river in the distance.

The three of them walked forward quickly. At this moment, they found a tall young man carrying water, so they stepped forward.

"My little brother, I heard that there are rebels here, is it true?"

Zhu Yiyuan glanced at the three people dressed as scribes, and frowned slightly, "Why are you asking this?"

At this time, the young man hurried forward, took out a string of money, and handed it to Zhu Yiyuan.

"We're going to meet their leader, there's no malice."

Zhu Yiyuan weighed it up, pondered for a while, and then said: "Yes, come with me."

They walked along the main road to Dawen Village, but Ye Tinglan walked quickly.

"Mr. Dongshan, I thought you were coming soon, but it didn't happen."

Ye Tinglan looked at Zhu Yiyuan again, and said joyfully, "Nephew, you are faster than me, and you actually greeted the distinguished guest first."

The faces of the three people who came here all changed...

(End of this chapter)