Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 296

Capitalism does not necessarily require a technological revolution, just like the British enclosure movement, which still uses old textile machine technology, but its production capacity is many times stronger than the previous scattered manual production in rural areas.

This has also become Song Qingshu's treasure. Every time he goes to a place, he takes root first, and then builds a factory. It is next to the tea mountain. A large-scale tea farm has just set up a shelf recently. It is transported here to make black tea, and finally press it into tea cakes. In fact, Xinyang Maojian, in the tea ceremony, said that the green tea made is the best, but Song Qingshu knows that no matter the Mongols on the grassland will export old Maozi in the future, they will go south. Selling it to the Dutch, the Spaniards, and those Westerners only know black tea, and they don't know the realm of tea tasting at all.

The domestic tea market is monopolized by Huizhou merchants. In order not to irritate them, Song Qingshu made a good market positioning early on.

Even though Sun Chuanting shook his head regretfully every day, shouting that it was a waste of everything, the young leaves that came in every day came out as dark tea cakes, packed into boxes, and transported to the north.

But today, the most profitable tea farm is in full bloom, and more than half of the shed that was built with great difficulty was knocked down, the pot for frying tea was overturned, and the half-fried tea leaves were knocked over the ground, and it was finally organized. The workers were beaten and rolled all over the floor. At this time, the sound of fighting was still loud and endless, and one or two hundred guys who were short in stature but particularly sturdy were still beating them.

Looking at this scene, Song Qingshu's nose was almost out of breath. He took out his pistol and fired three shots into the sky, shouting furiously, "Where is Liu Zongmin? Damn, can't he?"

The begging army is still strong so far, but it is not without hidden dangers. The hidden danger is that the authority is unclear. After settling down a few days ago, Song Qingshu completely stabilized the army under his command, and still followed the establishment of the peasant army. Monk Zhao and Ma Meng In this way, the 500 people who will be attached later will be responsible for the [-] masters, and the actual [-] people under their command will be counted as one building, four buildings will be one battalion, and three battalions will be the begging army. The broadsword team, the cavalry, changed to a mixed formation, every battalion has it.

Song Qingshu is the commander-in-chief and no one dares to grab it, and no one has any objection to Sun Chuanting as the military adviser. Although he is a scholar, he is very strict in the army, and he is quite prestigious now, but there is also a deputy commander who is unhappy, Song Qingshuyi It belongs to Zhou Yuji. After all, it is not a pity that Li Zicheng's army of millions can be blocked by a single army.

But this caused a lot of trouble in the army. If this position was given to scars, no one would have any objections, because he was also the first veteran to follow Song Qingshu to pull the flag. Who is Zhou Yuji?The die-hard officer was imprisoned for more than half a year. It was Sun Chuanting, a latecomer who persuaded him, so he reluctantly joined. He was far away from seniority, and many people from Funiu Mountain have been arguing with Song Qingshu's seniority. Stop, just refuse to accept.

Especially Liu Zongmin, he ran into the city to drink, and after drinking, he went to Zhou Yuji's residence to make a scene, clamoring to make life and death gestures. The position was given to Liu Zongmin.

This is equivalent to the fact that the elders challenged Song Qingshu's authority, and they were a little dissatisfied at first. Seeing such an appearance, Song Qingshu was so angry that his beard cocked up.

Hearing the gunshots, Liu Zongmin really came out immediately, followed by the new county magistrate Chai Jin who was covered in patches. Song Qingshu wondered if he had been a relative with Kugua in his previous life, and he had people under his command One face is more bitter than the other, and the wrinkled face in less than forty is almost as long as a cucumber. Chai Jin even ran in front of Liu Zongmin, waving his hands and shouting sadly.

"Marshal, you can't fight!"

"I'm begging for a living army, none of your business! Get out of the way?" I haven't been shitting on my neck like this before. Last time, even the eunuch sent by the imperial court, Song Qingshu beat him as soon as he said it. Unfortunately, he was so angry that he kicked Chai Jin away.

Who knew that this guy looked like a big snot, and it was still stuck to Song Qingshu's leg, hugging his thigh and persuading him anxiously.

"The commander-in-chief doesn't know that these people are from the Huaniao Village nearby. On the Huaniao Peak not far from our Xinxian County, Qihuang 48 Village, the villages are either married or have relatives. This new county is finally stable. God, once you mess with them, it's like stabbing a hornet's nest!"

For the first time, Liu Zongmin actually became cautious, and nodded his head foolishly in the back.

"Marshal, I just beat up a few local savages, and if I beat them, I beat them. Don't you always say that you take care of the overall situation?"

This also involves the conflict between the begging army and the locals of Xinxian. At first, 5000 people with live ammunition came to fight. These locals of Xinxian were quite scared, and they gave up half of the county just like their grandsons. But within a few days, the begging army neither stole nor robbed, and finally set up a barracks outside the city and moved out. In the words of Confucius, it is difficult to raise women and villains. These local people are brave and fat When he got up, the thieves actually touched the beggars twice in three days.

This Song Qingshu was busy working on the army rations, so he didn't take care of it. The local native who was getting more and more courageous finally took more than 20 horses from the begging army, and several soldiers who raised the horses went to Zhuangzi near the county to ask for them The natives were beaten by the siege.

Song Qingshu didn't go through this matter, Sun Chuanting said a word, and directly mobilized a building to surround Zhuangzi. The horse was brought back without mentioning it, and a dozen local ruffian boys who stole the horse were directly dragged to the head of the village, beheaded, and ordered. There were more than a dozen houses, and the black smoke billowing into the sky made these locals see clearly that the knives of the begging army can also cut people.

After that, no one dared to say no to recruiting people to form a production team. Of the 1 to [-] Xinxian people, almost [-] were now absorbed by Song Qingshu. These locals showed a lot of contempt.

No one looks down on bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Except for dozens of businessmen from the north, the rest are all soldiers. The tea factory naturally uses local people. The new official Liu Zongmin took office and made Song Qingshu unhappy. He is so impatient that he is rarely timid. Listen It is rare for this guy to be cautious, Song Qingshu is also helpless.

At this time, the chaotic tea plantation has almost been fought, and I don't know if Song Qingshu's three gunshots played a role, but these rampant guys withdrew back, moaning and dragged out a few from the tea plantation with bruised noses and swollen faces The men and women threw them in front of Song Qingshu, and one of them was wearing a leather robe and looked like a gangster leader. He tilted his head and hummed in front of Song Qingshu, yelling carelessly in local dialect.

"Are you the head?"

The two persuaded themselves to be cautious, resisting the urge to shoot him in the head, Song Qingshu snorted coldly with a straight face: "I am handsome, who are you?"

"I'm Huaniaozhai Mengda's head patrolling the mountain with a yellow head and big roe deer, tell you, these native beetles under your hands have picked tea on the top of our Mengda head's mountain. Come here today to teach you a lesson and give your baby three days. , get 1 dans of food, [-] taels of silver to go to Huaniao Village, it’s an apology to our big family, otherwise, hum!"

"Qihuang 48 village, you, a bastard, can't stay here in Yinghuo!"

"Yes, yes, don't worry, Huang, I'll send it to you in a few days!" On the other end, the county magistrate Chai Jin, who was about to become a professional traitor, nodded and bowed again, rushing to agree, but this time these guys threatened When he arrived at the head of his begging army, he was still dancing and smashing with his commander-in-chief, but Liu Zongmin couldn't bear it anymore, his face was dark, and his nose was spraying with heat, and he was about to stand up. Who knew Song Qingshu sneered With a sudden wave of his hand, he was blocked.

"Oh? Song's tea workers picked tea trees from Meng's family. It's really Song's fault. But when Song came to the ramp at the beginning, he didn't know the division of the mountains. Are there any tea trees from Meng's family?"

"From that end of Baihuaxi to the east, there are all the tea mountains where I am the head of Mengda!"

The big yellow roe deer roared carelessly, leaving Song Qingshu a tea mountain of tens of meters, and Liu Zongmin was furious when he heard it, but this time Song Qingshu and the evil Halfway through, he nodded with a smile on his face.

"That's right, Mr. Song knows, right? Please come back this time! In two days, the food and money will be offered together."

"Count your acquaintances!"

With an arrogant snort, he dropped a dozen tea workers with bruised noses and swollen faces, and a group of short, dark guys swaggered and withdrew from the smashed tea plantation. With great difficulty, Chai Jin was relieved. Liu Zongmin, on the other hand, smashed his fist on the pillar that was half crooked in anger, and sent a pillar flying upside down.

"Hold your breath!"

"If you knew you were holding your breath, what did you do?" The smile remained the same, Song Qingshu hummed coldly without turning his head...

(End of this chapter)