The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 330 You, You Just Want to Improve Too Much
"Hanmen" is actually a relative adjective. It does not represent ordinary people. Those are called "Qianshou" and do not deserve to have a door.

Although the poor are called poor, they just have a relatively low political status, not poor. Most of the poor are still small and medium-sized landlords who own a large amount of means of production. Even rich peasants are not qualified to be called poor.

However, this depends on the place. In mainland China, this is indeed the case for poor families.

But in Annan, the poor family has a different picture.

Since Annan is a wealthy place, but it is only this big and has a limited population, there are not many resources and space to produce a class of poor landlords with only two or three hundred acres of land. Therefore, the poor families in Annan are directly branches and distant relatives of the rich families.

After their political and survival resources were cut off by the clan, although they retained their surnames and family background, they were almost all penniless, barely surviving with only one or two acres of land per person. This is what a truly poor family is.

There is a way, but I’m so poor!

This is the case with Ru Xingzhen. Although he has the mission of a so-called warehouse ambassador, this is a temporary position. He basically has no salary and is only provided with two meals, which can offset this year's corvee labor.

This man studied the Four Books and Five Classics in the Ru clan school in Shannan, knew how to fire a musket, and could even draw a bow and shoot an arrow. But at this moment, he was wearing a robe full of patches, and a cloth bag beside him contained two pork-filled spring rolls and a small bag of white rice.

This was what he had saved from his own food rations. His mother had always been in poor health, so he would take this bag of rice back home and catch some small fish and shrimps in the river to make porridge for his mother to nourish her body.

His five-year-old daughter had a pork-stuffed spring roll during the Spring Festival two years ago and has been thinking about it ever since. So when the army celebrated the Spring Festival a few days ago and distributed two spring rolls, Ru Xingzhen was reluctant to eat them. He would rather starve himself than not save them for his daughter.

"Brother, there is someone outside. He said that my great uncle from my hometown sent someone to deliver a message." A cousin came quietly and deliberately spoke loudly to Ru Xingzhen so that everyone around could hear that someone had indeed come from his hometown.

Ru Xingzhen took a long breath, and it was as if a water and land temple had opened in his head, and all kinds of sounds popped out at once.

"I've studied hard for ten years, and studied for eight years. My classmates all say I'm capable. I can wield a musket and draw a strong bow, and I can be considered a master of the six arts. Yet, even a bowl of thick porridge is considered a luxury for my mother, and my children can't even have a spring roll. Brother Shankun, do you think this world is fair?"

The common people around didn't pay much attention to Ru Xingzhen's expression, because in their opinion, these sour Confucian scholars who were almost as poor as themselves but still wanted to show off their high status said the same things every day. If they stopped saying it one day, it would be abnormal.

The man Ru Xingzhen called "Brother Shankun" blushed just like Ru Xingzhen. "Brother Bangping, haven't we both been studying and practicing diligently just for this day?"

In fact, people are afraid of comparison and gaining knowledge.

If these poor people from Beihe had not read so many books, they could actually still make a living. Although they could not eat well and dress well all year round, they could still get enough to eat and drink wild vegetables, fish and shrimp.

But they read a lot of books.

This is like in later generations, if a young man in his twenties, who has not studied hard for more than ten years, has not gone to college, and has not seen the world, is asked to wash dishes in a restaurant, he may not have much objection.

Because in the future, even if you wash dishes and earn about 3,000 yuan a month, you can still make a living in a small county town.

If you have a family, the couple can earn around 7,000 yuan in total, and pay a few hundred yuan in rent. Without considering life, quality of life, etc., life is not that difficult.

But after they have studied for more than ten years, many people of the same age with the same academic qualifications have passed the civil service exam, taken the civil service exam, entered state-owned enterprises, and entered leading large companies.

If you ask him to earn 3,000 yuan a month washing dishes, although he can survive, he will definitely feel extremely miserable, as if he is in hell.

"I don't want to worry about the next meal after eating the last one. I want to be the best!"

Brother Shan Kun roared. He was from Haiyang and his name was Mo Canchang. However, he had nothing to do with my King Mo. Instead, he had some relationship with Mo Dengyong's group.

Because Mo Canchang's ancestor was Mo Tingzhi, the top scholar of the Chen Dynasty. When Mo Dengyong and his son couldn't make a living by fishing in Dongguan, they fled to Vietnam and pretended to be the descendants of Mo Tingzhi. As a result, they were accepted by the Annan people and began to prosper.

Mo Canchang put the short knife at his waist, looked at Ru Xingzhen and said, "Brother Bangping, let's go. Don't live like a ghost anymore."

Ru Xingzhen nodded, took another deep breath, put aside all hesitation, and followed Mo Canchang out.

In this water fort, there are more than a hundred poor scholars like them. The logistics, warehousing, and dispatch of the entire water fort are all done by these people who are only worthy of two meals a day.

These people seem to be just clerks and are completely unimportant, but in fact they control almost all the logistics. Without them, Huang Tingti's army would be in chaos.

Moreover, the lower-ranking officers and soldiers in the army rely on them to distribute food and fodder, write letters on their behalf, etc., so they are relatively convinced of them.

Therefore, there is no need to recruit everyone. Twenty or thirty people are enough to get things done.

The water fort of Xijing is located in a river bend of Majiang River. There are six or seven small forts guarding the big fort. They are the defense barrier of the whole big fort. As long as you pass through these small forts, the big fort is just a military camp with a gate.

The team from Dongjia Village looked at the smoke rising in the distance, and then looked at the twenty or thirty officials in long gowns around him. He originally wanted to be stricter, but then he thought, these people are in charge of the distribution of rice, and it would not be appropriate to offend them all.

"Let's have three hundred people enter at a time. The roads in the village are narrow, and it will be very crowded if too many people come in." The team said in a negotiating tone.

Ru Xingzhen shook his head and said, "Sir, please let 500 people in. There is not much rice in the village. If 300 people are released, the 2,000 people will have to wait until tomorrow. They will have to eat an extra meal, or even two meals, in the village."

The team thought it made sense. If they could let these poor Koreans go back and feed themselves as soon as possible, they could save hundreds of kilograms of food.

With a creaky sound, the outermost gate of the village opened, the deer horns and barricades were moved away, and thick wooden boards were placed in the trench to facilitate passage.

However, the team suddenly sensed something was amiss. The laborers driving the carts seemed excessively strong, and they were also very disciplined. There was no noise or shouting, and they had the solemnity and composure of veteran soldiers. The team still hadn't expected anyone to come and rob the village, but when they turned their gaze behind them to Ru Xingzhen and Mo Canchang, they noticed their faces flushed and their expressions strange.

"Do it!"

Mo Canchang suddenly let out a low growl. He was indeed a ruthless person. Twenty years later, Nguyen Phuc Anh entered the Bac Ha and wanted to launch a peasant uprising to satisfy his desire to become emperor. He scared Nguyen Xiaoqiang so much that he dared not stay in Hanoi and insisted on setting the capital in Hue.

After a roar, the dagger in Mo Canchang's hand pierced the team's kidney with a "swish".

The team screamed, grabbed Mo Canchang's hand holding the dagger with one hand, and reached for their own waist knife with the other hand.

Mo Canchang smiled cruelly, holding the dagger in both hands and pushing hard, pushing the team to the corner of the wall, and then stirring the knife handle with both hands.

The team's kidneys immediately turned into dried kidneys, blood foam flowed from the corners of their mouths, and they fell down limply.

Just as Mo Canchang was about to take action, these scholars from poor families also took out their long and short swords, howling and slashing at the surrounding Beihe soldiers.

After killing or wounding most of the dozen or so soldiers around them, they rushed to the camp gate, killed the soldiers guarding the second gate, and opened the last gate.

At the same time, Huang Silang and others on the outside suddenly took out the hidden weapons from the cart. Hundreds of people immediately killed the Beihe soldiers at the gate and then rushed in.

"General, please follow me. I know a shortcut to the water fort!" Mo Canchang, who was eager to make progress, shouted loudly at Huang Silang who rushed in.

If you want to sell, sell it thoroughly.

There were cries, screams, howls, the sounds of muskets and artillery fire echoing each other, and fires broke out in all the camps.

There were more than two thousand Xingtang Army soldiers who rushed in. They had already obtained the water fort defense map provided by Ru Xingzhen, so they arrived at the designated location in the plan almost effortlessly.

Among these soldiers, some were the original elite of the Xing Tang Army, while others were veterans of the peasant uprising army who had followed Huang Gongzhi and fought across thousands of miles. They knew better than anyone how to fight this kind of battle.

They did not seek to cause more casualties, but instead created chaos as soon as possible, throwing grenades everywhere, setting fires everywhere, and spreading all kinds of false information in the Beihe accent.

Under this professional attack, the water fort personally commanded by Huang Tingti soon fell into chaos. As it was approaching evening and the sky was getting dark, the situation became even more chaotic.

The Beihe soldiers heard that the King of Jingdu had sent someone to seize the military power. Then they heard that Qinghua's main force had been annihilated and the southern bandit army had surrounded them.

After a while, they heard that the deputy general Wu Zuojian in Xijing City had rebelled and was raising an army to attack them.

Amid rumors, explosions, fires, and fighting, the Beihe soldiers in the water fort completely lost their will to fight. There were chaotic soldiers and people fleeing for their lives everywhere.

In the extreme chaos, by the time Huang Tingti started beating drums and raising flags to gather troops, and sent trusted guards to try to appease people everywhere, it was already too late.

On the contrary, Huang Tingti's self-destructive behavior brought him a fatal blow.

After the chaos lasted for more than half an hour, Captain Ye Xianchun entered the water stronghold and saw Huang Tingti's Yamen flag and the recognition flag at a glance. He immediately commanded 500 elite soldiers to attack this place.

A quarter of an hour later, Huang Tingti, his two sons, and more than 300 of his personal guards were all killed, and the water fort was captured.

Almost at the same time, Reinstein personally led the Xingtang army on the other side of the river to cross the river on bamboo rafts, blocking the way of the water fort warships.

Under the leadership of Mo Canchang, Huang Silang killed Gaiqi of Shuizhai, and asked Mo Canchang to come forward to recruit the sailors and fishermen of the Beihe Navy.

Half an hour later, most of the large and small warships, sailors and fishermen collected by Huang Tingti surrendered to the Xing Tang Army, except for a small number who refused to surrender and were killed.

On the other side, Wu Wenchu was not idle either. He led 1,500 people but did not participate in the attack on the water fort. Instead, he ambushed between the water fort and Xijing City.

Then Deng Chenchang personally took action and selected several poor scholars serving in the water fort, and asked them to run to Xijing for help, claiming that the water fort had been attacked and asked the deputy general Wu Zuojian to send troops to rescue.

There were a large number of Bac Ha peasant rebels in Dien Bien Town under Wu Wenchu. They were from Bac Ha and were very familiar with Bac Ha. From their accents to their speech, there were almost no flaws.

They escorted these poor scholars to knock on the door. Even if Wu Zuojian had a brilliant imagination, he could not imagine that there was a trick.

So, the deputy general who Huang Tingti had high hopes for believed it and personally led 3,000 people out of the city to rescue the water fort.

Then they were ambushed by Wu Wenchu on the way. Wu Zuojian died in the hail of gunfire, hundreds of Beihe soldiers were killed, and the entire army collapsed.

After killing Wu Zuojian, Wu Wenchu led the team personally and ordered his soldiers to change into the clothes and armor of the Beihe soldiers. They ran wildly for two quarters of an hour, pretending to be the defeated reinforcements who came to knock on the door.

The defenders in the city saw Wu Zuojian's flag and the soldiers' armor without any flaws, so they believed it and opened the gate.

This magnificent city, which Hu Jinyi had built with the whole country's strength, was easily deceived and opened by Wu Wenchu.

The strategy of fortifying the city and luring the enemy deep into the territory that Nguyen Van Hue designed for Huang Dinh Bao basically failed.

(End of this chapter)