At the end of Song Dynasty: I want to be the master of ZTE

Chapter 250 Northern People
It is said that bandits pass by like soldiers passing by a grate, and when a large army passes through the border, especially when they know that a war is about to begin, the people flee in all directions.

But if you want to eat, you have to work in order to fill your stomach.

Xin'an Bay is where the Yellow River makes an abrupt turn. Things on the water surface are easily washed onto the river beach, usually firewood, so many people come here to pick them up.

At this time, hundreds of people gathered on the river beach and picked up pieces of wood.

“Isn’t it that so much wood caught fire in the upstream area recently?”

"There's a war at Luliangdu, and these are all on the ship."

"What a crime. Ansheng's life is just fine. He's been beaten all day long. I don't know when it will end."

The oldest person here, who is over 50 years old, experienced the Battle of Mengjin, experienced Duanping's entry into Luo, and escaped countless corvee labors. He thought he could live like this for the rest of his life, but he did not expect that the war would rekindle at his doorstep.

Although the Song Army did not come to complain, they didn't know whether it was due to lack of care or good military discipline, and they were worried every day.

Suddenly, someone pointed at the water and shouted, "Is there someone there?"

Everyone took a closer look and saw that it was not a corpse. It was bobbing on the water and was washed ashore in a moment.

Frightened and curious, everyone watched from a distance and did not dare to get close. One bold person walked over to take a look and said, "It turns out to be a Tatar."

The difference between Mongolian people's hairstyles and Song people's hairstyles is obvious. Experienced people can even tell the difference from the color of their skulls.

"Do you want to report to the police?"

"What kind of official should I report to? Do you want to die?"

"Just bury it and save yourself the trouble."

"I'll just throw it into the water. I don't care."

While the discussion was going on, another person came along with the water.

The man was lying flat on the water, and those who didn't know it thought he was swimming on his back, but when they got to the bank, everyone discovered that he was wearing armor.

"It's strange that you can float here wearing armor."

"You care so much. If you take off your armor, you can exchange it for a few bucks."

"Look clearly, this is Nan Bing. I'm afraid he doesn't know how to write the word "death".

When everyone was discussing, they discovered that the soldier was actually breathing.

"Send it to Xin'an Station, where is the Nanbing Camp." said the oldest third master.

"Third Master, what if Nanbing forces forced military service?"

"The Nan soldiers have been occupying Xin'an station for some time. If they don't come to cause trouble, they shouldn't be in trouble. If they are abandoned, it will be a big disaster." The third master looked at everyone with deep meaning.

Although everyone is from the same village, and most of them have the same surname, it actually guarantees that everyone is of the same mind. If someone is greedy and reports, the whole village will die without a burial place.

And if the Song soldiers are sent back, even if they are forced to serve in the army, only three or four people on the left and right will suffer.

The plan was settled, and the third master took two people to carry Song Bing and rushed to Xin'an Station.

The post station system has been around for a long time. In the Yuan Dynasty, it went a step further. There was basically one station within sixty miles, spread across the country.

Xin'an Station was built by Kublai Khan after the founding of the country. Businessmen and traveling people gathered around it, forming a considerable market town.

Before arriving at Xin'an Station, Sanye and others were already stopped.

After explaining the whole story, Song Bing immediately took over the wounded soldiers and sent them to the wounded soldiers camp.

Wounded Barracks is a common name, but the official name should be Field Hospital.

First aid is provided on the battlefield, and injuries are initially treated and sent to field hospitals, and those with minor injuries are transported later.

Yu Tong, who was in charge of the security of the wounded barracks, personally met with San Ye and others. After thanking him, he asked: "You have saved our soldiers, so you should be grateful. You can choose five shi of rice or ten guan of money."

"I want rice, I want rice..." a young man shouted.

Five shi of rice, mixed with wild vegetables and grass roots, is enough for a whole year. On the other hand, five guan can only buy one shi of rice, so the choice is self-evident.When several people returned to the village with rice, the whole village was shocked.

Who would have thought that instead of being in trouble, Song Jun would be so generous?

"Third Master, the Confederate Army is so rich, should we join the army?"

"Yeah, I'll give you five shi of rice to save a person, and you'll get more if you kill a Tatar, right?"

"I just don't know if I can defeat the Tatars. No matter how rich I am, if I lose the battle, I will be doomed."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent.

There is no information in the village, and no one knows whether the Song army is powerful or not. If they cannot defeat the Tatars, they will eventually suffer.

"In the past, this land belonged to the Jurchens, and later it became the Mongols'. Now, the Southern soldiers are here." The third master paused and said, "If the Southern soldiers were not powerful, how could they have come here?"

"We still need to find out clearly. It's a matter of wealth and life, and we can't just rely on guesswork."

"Yeah, I think Nan Bing is pretty good. Why not go to Xin'an Station and ask about it."

"Okay, let's go together."

I have to say that the allure of five stone rice is too great. Even if several families divide it, they can still live a good life.

It's not that the villagers are short-sighted, but that Yuanting has become more and more extortionate, and the people have been busy for a whole year, but they still have no food and clothing at home, and they are miserable.

More than a dozen villagers returned to Xin'an Station, only to find that the Song Army did not conscript soldiers, but hired civilian husbands.

Thirty cents a day, three meals a day, if you die, five stones of rice will be paid.

"The Yuan captives were fierce. The main army suffered a lot of casualties, and the civilians also suffered a lot of casualties, about [-]%." The Song soldiers in charge of recruitment told the truth.

The villagers were dazzled by the generous treatment and did not care about the [-]% casualties.

In this era when we fall asleep and are awakened by hunger, maybe it will be gone at some point. Who cares about being beaten to death by the Tatars?

Even if you die, you have to be a dead ghost.

It’s just that civilians are treated so well, but what kind of treatment is there for soldiers?Song Bing did not hide this.

"The monthly salary of ordinary soldiers in our army is actually about the same as what civilians earn."

"So low?" The villagers said in disbelief.

"In the past two years, the court's money and food supplies have been cut off, so we have no salary." Jun Bing said with a smile: "However, my family only paid [-]% of the land tax, and we were taken care of by the government."

"Two percent of the land tax?" The villagers looked at each other.

Yuanting's field tax is fifteen to one, but this is only theoretical. In fact, under the tax package system, one family is equivalent to eight taels of silver, which is approximately equivalent to eight shi of rice.

Yes, as the front moved northward, not only the price of food in Yuanjing soared, but the exchange price of silver and copper coins also soared.

This is not only because Yuanting's financial resources are tight and he is plundering, but also because powerful people join forces to short-sell.

So even though the war was so tight, Kublai Khan still gritted his teeth and divided his troops to march westward, all for the sake of making money.

"Your Majesty set up a monument to make an agreement. The land tax will be [-]%. Those who join the army will be reduced by one rank and will be exempted from corvee service and miscellaneous taxes." Song Bing said with a smile.

"Then can we also live such a good life?" the villager asked.

"Of course." Song Bing smiled and said, "The prerequisite is to drive the Tatars away."

"Looking at how happy Jun Ye is, I'm afraid it's not difficult to beat the Tartars?" asked the villagers.

"Isn't it difficult?" Song Bing shook his head and said, "The navy fought fiercely yesterday and suffered heavy losses."

Yellow swan, white harrier, car and boat, swan

(End of this chapter)