Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 148 Chaos

Song Qingshu really wondered if this Yan'an Mansion was a piece of rotten meat, almost all of the 36th Battalion of the East Road Peasant Army had arrived, although there was no such thing as the 36th Battalion at this time.

When I looked out of the city in the middle of the night, my eyes were full of people, and the peasant army didn't pay much attention to the appearance of the army. No matter whether the peasant army soldiers or the hungry people who followed, they were all in a mess, standing on the city wall and looking down. An inappropriate metaphor is like the maggots in the dung tanks in the countryside in summer, densely packed and writhing, the edge cannot be seen, and people who make loud noises can't sleep at all.

And when the peasant army came, the residents in the city would be in bad luck. Luo Rucai and the others walked towards the county government office. After walking for a while, there were still some fires burning near the county government office. The leaders of the Peasant Army robbed the big local households, kicked them out of their homes and occupied their houses.

"This number is probably no less than 15!" Standing on the wall and looking down, Scarface couldn't help frowning, and said solemnly with the sharpness of a soldier like him back then.

"I'm afraid it's not just as simple as coming here to share the loot. I'm afraid the rebel army is making a big move for such a large-scale dispatch! We also have to prepare in advance!"

"Okay, when the sky falls, there will be a tall man to hold it up. Our small number of people is not enough to fit our teeth. When we encounter problems, we can just follow the big team. The only thing to be careful is not to be used as cannon fodder! "

Song Qingshu is a bit lacking in interest. At this point, he is also a little confused about the future. He really can't make it all the way to the dark. He has been fighting with Li Zicheng to Beijing. Anyway, Liu Zongmin is his subordinate now, and he is optimistic about Chen Yuanyuan. Being robbed, with the help of Guan Ning's iron cavalry, and some advanced things that he can fiddle with, he can't believe that he can't beat him!
Thinking of this, Song Qingshu smiled and cupped his fists at the scarred face: "Thanks to you, the entire rebel army now knows that Li Zicheng owes me a debt of gratitude! Congratulations!"

Scarface didn't know that this worthless cattle thief would be able to serve as the general of the world's soldiers and horses in the future, and be the emperor for 43 days. The minions below don’t have as many troops as we do, so it doesn’t matter if he owes favors or not.”

"You will know in the future!"

He shook his head pretentiously, at this time, the noise below was almost quiet, and it was estimated that everything that should be robbed was robbed, Song Qingshu stretched his waist again, and muttered in a daze: "It's good that these rebels are here, Anyway, I'm not afraid of the surprise attack by the officers and soldiers, so hurry up and sleep quietly for a while, otherwise tomorrow will be another day of chaos."

This is true. The main force of the peasant army on the East Road is gathered. Excluding the hungry people who follow, there will be no less than 5 soldiers who can fight. Now the official army in Shaanxi has been officially cut into three pieces, and there are more than 2 people in Gansu. In the city of Xi'an, there are more than 2 people on the front line of the Guanzhong Plain, and more than 3 people guard the three sides of the long Great Wall. For the time being, they are not opponents of the peasant army. Seeing Song Qingshu staggering down the city wall, Scarface couldn't help but slap him yawned.

"It's really tiring!"

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What Song Qingshu said was true. After sleeping for less than two hours, the whole Yan'an Mansion was in chaos early the next morning.

The reason why the peasant army raised the banner of resistance is because there is no food!Therefore, wherever he went, collecting food became the top priority of the peasant army, even more important than fighting the official army.

Under normal circumstances, the peasant army will not plunder the county towns that have been taken down too much. It only eats the rich and robs the official warehouses of the government. Born in poverty, there is still a passion for the poor. Sometimes the government food that cannot be moved will be used by the peasant army to help the people.

But today, the situation is different. There are too many peasant troops gathered. Early in the morning, a large number of peasant troops began to enter the city to harvest food. The sound of shouting and smashing things was everywhere near the east city. Song Qingshu, who originally stayed in the barracks and wanted to sleep in, had no choice but to get up quickly.

There are quite a few in the city that he urgently needs, but he can't let this group of saboteurs smash them first.

There is still a smell of battered wild vegetable porridge in the air. In front of the barracks occupied by Song Qingshu in the east, smelling the aroma, many hungry peasant army vassals are wandering around the gate of the barracks like zombies, looking at the eyes of these people. The longing and greed in the scene made Song Qingshu feel a chill down his back.

"After Lao Tzu left, people stared at the gate. Whoever dares to come to the camp to grab something, don't get used to it, just beat him! Anyone who dares to make trouble will be killed."

"Don't worry, master!" Carrying two machetes, Liu Zongmin showed a sinister smile on his muscular face, which made Song Qingshu slightly relieved.

The city was so chaotic that even Song Qingshu, the thief, was afraid of being robbed, so he took Xing Hongniang's cavalry out. A large group of cavalry rode tall horses and wore official army's fine armor roared past. The other peasant army vassals who refused to leave were dispersed.

On the street, more than a dozen peasant soldiers ran over with a heavy log, yelling, and with a bang, the store door made of wooden planks fell apart. Behind the door was an old man who looked like a boss in his 50s. All the shop assistants in Tsing Yi and hats fell to the ground.

"Come in, move! Move!"

Shouting excitedly, a large group of peasant soldiers rushed in with a whimper, and began to rummage through boxes and boxes. Bags of sorghum, rice, millet and wheat were left on their shoulders, and a small leader smashed open the box with two axes. , There were more than a dozen pieces of broken silver and more than 100 copper coins, all gone in his pocket.

"Sin! How can my old man's family live!"

He didn't dare to resist at all, the old man hunched over, sat on the ground and cried loudly, and the two guys were also wiping their noses and tears there, but the peasant army who came and went didn't even take a look.

This is just the beginning, the nearby cloth store and grocery store were smashed open one by one, and the streets were full of crying and howling, which was also mixed with the excited roar of the peasant army. Don't let it go, in the restaurant opposite, several peasant soldiers came out with ham and wine jars, and a big girl who actually carried the owner of the shop came out and cried.

"It's too much!" Even Xing Hongniang couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to teach a few guys a lesson while pulling on the horse, but Song Qingshu suddenly grabbed her from behind.

"Don't worry about it!"

Turning her head and glaring at Song Qingshu fiercely, Xing Hongniang lost her temper and turned her head aside.

The whole city was in chaos, but luckily the other end of the official yamen was still clean and tidy. This end was guarded by Zhang Xianzhong's soldiers. When he saw Song Qingshu's cavalry, one was only fourteen or fifteen years old, but he wore a full suit and looked slightly The young man in the armor of the Ming Army ran out excitedly.

"Third uncle, you are here!"

This boy is Li Dingguo, the youngest adopted son of Zhang Xianzhong. Of course, he is called Zhang Dingguo now. Unlike Sun Kewang, this boy admires Song Qingshu, and every time Song Qingshu comes, he greets him with great enthusiasm.

"Hehe, not bad, the young man has grown taller again!" Song Qingshu also jumped off the horse with a smile on his face, and patted him on the head.

This Li Dingguo is not an ordinary person. After Zhang Xianzhong died, the Dashun Army split, and Sun Kewang surrendered to the Qing. A terrific character.

"Third uncle was joking, Dingguo has already grown up!"

After being patted on the head by Song Qingshu, this young man is still quite shy now, he lowered his head and blushed to refute, and he couldn't see the appearance of the iron-blooded general more than ten years later.

"Where's my big brother!"

"The adoptive father accompanied Tianwang to the nearby prefectures and counties to collect food, and handed over the team to Feng Shuangli and Uncle Feng to take care of him. Did the third uncle look for him?"

"Well, let's find Old Feng!"

In fact, Bai Wenxuan is also there, but this guy is desperate to fight, and he is incompetent as a housekeeper. Zhang Xianzhong also knows what kind of virtue this second child is, so he handed over the 5000 people who stayed in the city to Feng Lao Wu. After exchanging greetings with Li Dingguo, Song Qingshu was welcomed into the yamen.

Hearing Song Qingshu's intentions, Feng Shuangli didn't say anything, and ordered someone to lead the way.

This Yan'an Mansion can be regarded as a major town in northern Shaanxi. The officers and soldiers also have an ordnance room here, which is not far from the Yamen. In the big blacksmith's shop, all the stoves were turned off, and they didn't know what the future would be like, and the craftsmen were listless inside.

Each battalion has its own blacksmiths, and they are busy grabbing food at this time, but no one pays attention to these blacksmiths. They push the door and go in, looking at the piles of iron ore and hammers and hammers thrown on the ground. However, Song Qingshu's eyes brightened.

"Let's all go with Lao Tzu!"

Listening to Song Qingshu's proud words at the door, the more than 20 blacksmiths in the room didn't even bat an eyelid, and none of them responded to him.

"Hey, these black hammers, how dare you ignore our third master, and don't give you some trouble!" The little leader of the Eight Great Kings Camp who led the way immediately pulled out his whip angrily, but he didn't want Song Qingshu to reach out and grab his crotch hand, glanced at the blacksmiths who were still there lifeless, and hummed again.

"Give me the iron until the big team evacuates, I will let you go, and each person will give you ten taels of silver, and you will be ashamed of your work!"

It's true that money can turn ghosts around. Just now, the blacksmiths, who looked like dead people, immediately rushed to life and squeezed out. Seeing that he was quite attractive, Song Qingshu was also a proud opponent and waved.

"Move it for me!"

When I came back, the team was obviously crowded, there were more than 20 dark blacksmiths, and the stoves, cast iron, and coal in the official warehouse were also put on the cart and pulled, all the way to Song Qingshu's resident in the east of the city, thinking Along with the equipment reform that he had planned, Song Qingshu was very cheerful, and couldn't keep his mouth shut.

But at this moment, several sharp voices suddenly sounded in the street.

"Are there no scholars in the army? Don't burn ancient books!"

(End of this chapter)