"You are really interesting. My old friend is not here, otherwise I would definitely have a few drinks with you!"

Then, the old man said that his friend would be like this, but Song Qingshu just thought he was bragging and laughed it off.

After the two of them ate, they went out for a walk together.

After drinking two or three kilograms of rice wine, it was not intoxicating at first, but the aftertaste was not small. Song Qingshu felt light and giddy all over. This was the first time he had been drunk here.

"The Yuan Dynasty divided people into four classes, and we southerners have the lowest status. Those local officials, except for Daru Huachi, are basically from the north. If this remains unchanged day by day, I, a scholar, will never get ahead.

!" The old man sighed with emotion.

He spoke loudly. At this time, a Mongolian passed by on horseback, and a ragged Han man was tied with a rope and followed behind. He heard the two talking, but only glanced at it, but he did not understand Chinese.

"That's the southerner who acted as a slave!" The old man pointed at the man and horse going away, "Maybe he offended the Mongolian Tatar..."

Song Qingshu nodded, feeling anger simmering in his heart, but he knew he couldn't do anything.

He didn't have that qualification yet. But something hot penetrated into his heart and planted a small seed.

Listening to his story, the Han people in this era, especially the southerners, lived the same life as animal slaves. There is something called the first night right, which means that for the first three nights after a Han man gets married, his wife stays in the Mongolian house.

On the bed.

Although due to the huge gap in population ratio, an average Mongolian has to deal with more than 10,000 Han women... but the robbery of Han women has become a normal thing.

So when this Mongolian man passed by just now, those young women hurried away, fearing that they would be unlucky enough to fall into his eyes and be kidnapped.

"They say that if you don't rebel, you can use a chrysanthemum to cover an electric drill! This Yuanchuan, you have to..." He smiled in his heart, but after all, it was not the world in history.

Practice martial arts! Only when you become stronger can you be qualified to make a sound...

"Chirp!"

A sharp scream was heard, and the pedestrians and vendors in the market fled in all directions as if they had seen a ghost.

The sound of horse hooves was heard rushing in like a flood, and the sand and dust rose up, choking Song Qingshu and quickly covering his face with his sleeves.

A column of dozens of cavalrymen galloped past. This was not a thoroughfare, but a busy city. The streets were narrow and lined with stalls on both sides. When these cavalrymen collided, it was a mess.

"What happened to them?" Song Qingshu asked with a frown, thinking that there was some trouble that caused these cavalry to break into the market.

But he heard the old man say something that made him furious.

"These people are here to have fun!"

It turns out that these are all the subordinates of Daru Chihua in Junzhou City, and the leader is Balana, the son of Daru Chiwumaru.

"How dare a mere thousand households be so arrogant? Is the governor of Junzhou just a show-off?" Song Qingshu didn't understand the Yuan court's official system.

The Yuan court, such as Junzhou, had three officers. The eldest was Daruhuachi, who held military power. However, because many Mongolians were not good at clerical work, there was also a general manager, who was mostly filled by Han people from the north.

Assist in management work. As for the governor, it is purely a leisure job, in name only, mostly used to appease the descendants of the surrender faction in the North.

"This Barana comes here deliberately to cause trouble. He comes here once every half month when he is bored. If he likes a girl, he will directly grab a horse and leave..." The old man said,

Suddenly shouted "no"!

But it was Parana who turned around and drove his horse out of the market, but a little girl hiding nearby ran into the middle of the road for some reason and was about to be hit by Parana's iron horse!

There was no hesitation on Bala's bearded face. Instead, he looked excited. He raised his whip and sped up, stepping forward like a little girl!

He seems to have seen this little beast being trampled to a pulp! What? You said killing someone to pay for his life? Sorry, let alone his status, even an ordinary Mongolian can only pay for a lamb if he kills a Han.

property.

This is the royal method of Dayuan!

If the Han people in the north are beasts, then these southerners are worse than pigs and dogs!

But Barana was disappointed, and his horse's hoofs were in vain. When he stopped, he looked back and found that it was a young man in white robes who had rescued the little girl.

"Huh? What a quick move." He was not stupid. He knew that the only person who could save people in the situation just now was a martial arts practitioner.

Thinking of the people who might appear in the city recently, Barana rode over and said with a smile, "Are you a disciple of Wudang?"

He is one of the few Mongolians who can speak Chinese.

The Yuan Dynasty despised the Han people extremely, but attached great importance to one kind of Han people. That was the martial arts people among the Han people!

Although these martial arts practitioners are not enough to threaten the rule of the imperial court, they are a great deterrent to individuals. A martial artist with high martial arts skills can sneak in and assassinate Yuan Ting officials quietly.

The Mongols were good at martial arts, and they also wanted to recruit the Han people who were excellent at martial arts.

"My lord asked you a question, why didn't you answer it?" the scoundrel next to Barana shouted, taking out a whip and whipping it at the white-robed young man in front of him.

Song Qingshu grabbed his whip with his backhand, pulled it gently, and slapped him in the face with the whip. He only heard a scream of "ah", and a bloody mark was left on the face of this Han army dogleg.

But Barana grinned, stopped asking questions, took a deep look at Song Qingshu, then rode away with the people.

"Oh, little brother, you are in big trouble." The old man was shocked and worried. He did not expect that the young man in front of him turned out to be a warrior.

There is only one type of people among the Han people who has a little bit of dignity, and only they have the hope of turning the world upside down.

It is impossible to influence wild beasts by relying on the principles of sages. The only thing that can fight against barbarism is swords and guns.

"I have to send this little girl to medical treatment quickly."

Song Qingshu looked at the frightened little girl in his arms. She was only about seven or eight years old. She was wearing linen clothes and was skinny. Through the dirty marks on her face, you could still see the vegetable color lacking nutrition.

The imaginary pink and smooth skin of a little loli is impossible to exist in such a poor family.

Song Qingshu had quick eyesight and quick hands and saved her, but she still fell and broke her head.

After all, he is still the soul of the 21st century, and he has previously considered whether to be an emotionless martial arts machine, willing to die in order not to expose himself.

But when it happened, he didn't hesitate, he was very decisive.

After all, this is a living life...

"Mr. Zhong, look at her!" Song Qingshu hurriedly walked in.

"Queue up to register. Pay the consultation fee first." The doctor glanced at him and said coldly, as if he was not surprised.

Song Qingshu dropped a piece of silver on the table, and the doctor quickly got up from his chair and came over with a smile...

"Brother, my home is right here." The little girl with a sallow complexion pointed to a dilapidated cabin and said.

This is a refugee shelter outside the city, and it is inhabited by refugees who have fled from the north. They have set up simple wooden shacks, which are enough to provide shelter from the wind and rain.

"Brother, come and sit at my house, and I'll treat you to an egg." The little girl's sallow face showed an innocent smile. This egg may be the most precious thing in her house.

"Baicai, it's great that you're okay!" A thin woman with gray hair and a yellowish face ran out of the house after hearing the voice.

"Mom, it was this big brother who saved me..." the little girl named Baicai pointed at Song Qingshu and said.

The woman looked at Song Qingshu suspiciously, knelt down in front of him and kowtowed.

"Thank you sir, thank you..."

Song Qingshu asked Baicai to help her up, but naturally he did not enter the low wooden shed, nor did he eat the egg that Baicai brought (actually it was a salted duck egg).

"This ingot of silver is for Baicai. She needs to get dressing for the wound on her head. Let's buy some nutritional supplements with the rest." Song Qingshu said to the old woman while carrying Baicai on his back, and said goodbye to Baicai before leaving.

The old woman was stunned at first, staring at the money with her eyes, and then kowtowed to thank her.

She felt as if she was dreaming, and she didn't know why the noble man was doing it. She had never met such a kind person in her entire life, but when she thought of Baicai's sallow face, it was impossible for the noble man to hit her.

idea.
Chapter completed!