The third day of March, Mingzhou. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mingzhou, as one of the earliest bases occupied by the Xuan army, experienced the massacre of the Jurchens like Yizhou, as well as the great migration of the Xuan army later, and all the things that demolished the city bricks to build a fortress.

Later, the Xuanjun established the Hanbei Administrative Region, which was handed over to the civil administration, and the riverside and riverside of Uiju were occupied as paddy fields, so the Xuanjun could only build those large factories that needed water conservancy here.

Various factories and workshops have been opened here, and the flow of people has gradually increased, and in the original demolished about half of the city of Mingzhou, it has become prosperous again, and it is better than in the past.

The customs here are almost indistinguishable from those of the Ming Dynasty, with low-winding streets to the southeast, and many Taoist temples and temples.

Now in these temples and Taoist temples, there are not a few monks and Taoist figures, most of them are beggars dressed as guys.

These beggars are now salivating and staring at a dilapidated Taoist temple on the outside but quite penetrating inside, and from time to time they twitch their noses a few times, as if they smelled something delicious, revealing a look of envy.

At this time, the courtyard was very lively, there were many tables and chairs inside and outside the hall, men and women, old and young, all kinds of people in different costumes were drinking and bragging. Some of them also had weapons such as swords, iron rulers, and chested palladium.

The smell of wine and meat that makes the beggars outside salivate comes from here.

There is a separate table in the hall, and the dishes are completely different from the hall, although it is also chicken, duck, fish, pig, mutton, but it is very exquisite, from the level of plating, you know that it is from the big restaurant.

The two of them sat and drank opposite each other, and the person in the main seat was about 40 years old, with a short beat, messy beard, short and thick body, and his face was full of folds, but his eyes were very clear and impressive.

The person sitting opposite was in his 50s, his face was dark, lean and lean, but he was a little kind.

There are nearly 100 people in the courtyard, but only these two people are in the hall, and they also occupy a table of good dishes alone, showing that the identities of the two are not ordinary.

The person on the main seat is the beggar leader Tong Sanye here, three hundred and sixty lines, each line has its own rules, being a beggar is not something that can be done casually, whether it is local or foreign, as long as it is a beggar, it must report to the beggar leader, and then set the amount of income to be handed in, and then you can start "work".

Later generations also often reported to a certain place, because there was no "worship pier" to be beaten, etc., not to mention the node in 1630, at this time, the relationship between the beggar leader and the beggar is very similar to that of the master and servant, and the beggar leader is a lifelong occupation, and the beggar leader dies before there can be a successor.

Pu Sanye took a sip of wine, looked at the exquisite dishes in front of him, and recalled his life.

He has been a beggar leader for decades, he originally ate mixed rice in Pyongyang, and lived a good life, but he didn't know that something suddenly happened a few years ago.

First of all, tens of thousands of Korean officers and soldiers, those Ziqiu Ba, after entering the city, they have not been settled, the gentry and nobles, they dare not move, and the civilians in the city have suffered and been looted.

Of course, as a beggar leader who specializes in abducting and trafficking children, discounting their hands and feet since childhood, and training them to beg, this is none of his business, and he also does not take those civilians to heart, and naturally he will not hold grievances for them.

But those Ziqiu Ba were so poor and crazy that they even robbed beggars, which made him unbearable.

That day, he was sitting in a chair counting the money, while frying the hands of a little beggar who had not gained a few days in an oil pan, which was a normal example of killing chickens and monkeys, basically every few days, but in different ways.

While he was counting the coppers, a group of North Korean officers and soldiers rushed in, and without saying a word, they hung themselves up and beat them, forcing them to find out where their silver was hidden.

I originally thought that it would be a disaster to be ruined, but it was a big deal to start all over again, as long as I was still a beggar, I was not afraid of running out of money to spend.

However, the situation took a turn for the worse, and the tens of thousands of officers and soldiers who were transferred were beaten all over the ground by more than 200 cavalry outside the city, and Pyongyang fell into the hands of Houjin.

After entering the city, no matter what gentry or nobles or business tycoons, all the men were killed, all the women were taken captive, and all the money was robbed.

He and his beggars were also arrested, and those with unsound hands and feet were killed on the spot, and those with good legs and feet were assigned to the Jurchen soldiers as slaves to farm and graze for them. Thinking of those difficult years, the wine glass in his hand couldn't help but be clenched.

Fortunately, he escaped later, and under the displacement, he actually allowed himself to find such a good place as Mingzhou. Not only are there a lot of people, but all of them are very rich, and those factories actually give real money to the workers, and the landlords and old fortunes who used to knock out themselves can already make people rush to do it for two meals.

It's just that the rules here are a little bigger, and there are people who spit and pee on the street, and even the pole has been pulled out several times, but fortunately, he found a way and bribed a county official who was injured and retired from the army.

Although he had to give most of the money every month, he was not at a loss because of the wealth of the place, and he could afford to earn the past few months with a single vote.

At this moment, the middle-aged man sitting opposite spoke, "Third Master Pu, what are you thinking, brother, I still have to go back to restore my life." ”

Pu Sanye slowly got rid of his memories, when he was old, he was easy to remember the past, laughed in his heart, and opened his eyes, "Old Five, I'm drinking wine and singing songs now, there is no shortage of women, living so happily, why do you want to follow you to take such a big risk?" ”

Lao Wu smiled and filled the wine for Pu Sanye, and then said, "Pu Sanye, you don't know, not only is the risk not big this time, but the most important thing is that the oil and water are too thick." ”

A golden light appeared in Pu Sanye's eyes, this old fifth man also followed others to get out of the way, and he was also in the green forest, and he could be said by their gang of guys who licked blood at the tip of their knives that the oil and water were too thick, so it was not a small number.

However, Park Sanye remembered the scene under the city of Pyongyang, where more than 200 cavalrymen chased the ass of a full 20,000 people, and won the battle, thinking of that god-like figure, most of the desire in his heart immediately dissipated. "Not dangerous, you say? Is Chen Guogong easy to mess with? I haven't lived enough to move his old man's property. ”

Lao Wu deliberately looked left and right, pretending to be mysterious and said, "Third Master Pu, there is really no danger, don't you know?" Half a year ago, South Korea was wiped out by their own people, and the rebels re-branded the banner of Houjin and formed an army of 200,000 to crusade against Chen Xin. ”