"Who heard from you about this news? It's impossible. We are here to pick up the river. Why should they bring our master!"

What Zhou Wang told Ma Xingui to be said was scared again.

"I don't think this is true. The soldiers guarding the dike look good. Why do you suddenly want to take us as your masters?"

Lu Xiaohuazi also didn't believe it.

He had dealt with Wang Si and the soldiers on the dike. Although he seemed fierce, he was very happy to bet on money and never lie in debt. He also called them brothers and brothers. No matter how he looked, he didn't seem to be in trouble.

"Master, is what he said true or false? If it is true, will we not be able to go home?"

Guangyuan once heard Song Wu say that some officers and soldiers were recruiting people to be the master, but he thought that being a master would at most move things for officers and soldiers, feeding horses, keeping water, and doing chores such as cooking. It was like doing short-term work for others, and it was put back when the time came, so it was no big deal.

But Ma Xingui said that being a teacher for officers and soldiers is a life-threatening death, which is a bit scary.

Lu Si knew that Ma Xingui was right. Nowadays, whether it was called officers and soldiers or bandits to be the master, it was destined to be a way to go without a return.

Because whether it is officers and soldiers or bandits, they will use the Master on the front line when fighting, which means using human lives to consume the opponent's ammunition and arrow branches, or using human lives to fill the opponent's trenches. They will even use the Master as food when food is short of food, such as the Zu Dashou who has already surrendered to the Qing Dynasty.

The Master is not a human being, they do not even have the qualifications to be called human beings.

They are just cannon fodder, just a group of livestock driven away with swords and guns.

A very small number of masters will survive fortunately, and then they will be called elite soldiers.

The definition of elite soldiers is actually very simple in this era - if someone dies, you are still alive, you are elite soldiers!

If it is true that the official army guarding the river would wrap tens of thousands of river workers away as their masters, then Lu Si would dare to assert that most of the families of these river workers would be mourned.

Lu Si once thought of calling the new governor Huaiyang to recruit soldiers to serve as a soldier, because this might be his opportunity, but the premise of this opportunity is that the governor Huaiyang recruits soldiers, rather than asking soldiers from other places to recruit teachers.

Being a soldier and becoming a master are different.

The soldiers in my hometown and the visitors are even more different.

If you want to choose one from the Huaiyang Governor's Office and the unknown army coming from the north, Lu Si will definitely not hesitate to choose the former.

The former is still considered a parent official in my hometown, while the latter is a tiger and wolf!

The culprit for the corruption of military discipline in the late Ming Dynasty was the guest soldiers.

Obviously, this army supervisor on the canal is a guest soldier.

"How did you know about this? Do you know whose troops are the officers guarding the dike?"

Lu Si must figure out the truth or falsehood of the news, and is eager to know who is in charge of the army on the canal with the "gold" flag.

Ma Xingui glanced at Lu Si and felt a little depressed: "Don't you believe what I said?"

"I'm not believing in you, I just want to know more."

Lu Si took a step closer, "Some things are different from knowing everything. It's like you shake dice in the shed. One dice can't determine the winner or lose. You have to open it all to know."

“It makes sense,”

Staring at Lu Si with a serious expression, he looked at him for a few breaths. Ma Xingui said "hey": "Okay, it's all from the villagers, I'll tell you everything."

.....

According to Ma Xingui, Wang Si had a cousin named Zhao Sanxi who accidentally beat someone up in the town a few years ago and ran away overnight because he was afraid that the government would arrest him in prison.

As a result, the boy was called in Henan in the north for a year and somehow became an official army. Because he was afraid of fighting, he was taken by the generals above and took him as a personal soldier. He also changed his name to Zhao Zhongyi. Later, the general Zhao Zhongyi followed was summoned by the Governor of the Grain Transport and brought troops to the Huai'an Fanghe River, so he followed him, and he was going back to his hometown.

Hearing this, Lu Si interrupted Ma Xingui and asked, "Is the general Zhao Zhongyi followed by surname Jin?"

“It seems to be,”

Ma Xingui turned his head and thought, "Yes, I heard from Wang Si that his cousin was following a general named Jin Shengheng."

"It's him."

Lu Si said to himself, and at the same time, his heart was dark. Jin Shengheng, a man who harmed the people even more than Liu Zeqing. It was this guy who did the massacre of the city in Ganzhou, killed more than 200,000 people.

I will definitely not end up being pulled by this guy's soldiers as my master.

"What?"

Ma Xingui's reaction to Lu Si was a little confused: What is it really him?

Lu Si quickly shook his head: "It's nothing, you continue to say."

Ma Xingui said "Oh" and continued with some doubts: "That guy Zhao Zhongyi has been away from home for a few years. He knew that people from Yancheng County were working here, so he wanted to come over to see if there were any acquaintances, but he didn't want to run into his cousin Wang Si..."

According to Ma Xingui, although Zhao Zhongyi had been away from his hometown for several years, he also valued feelings for his hometown people. He could not bear to be taken to the north as cannon fodder, so he secretly told Wang Si that he had planned to wrap the river workers on the canal to the north as a teacher.

Zhao Zhongyi's idea is very simple, just to save one person. He believes that as long as his cousin Wang Si spread the news, he could not save everyone, and at least he could allow the villagers in Shanggang, his hometown to escape this disaster.

"Zhao Zhongyi is worthy of our hometown, but he doesn't know that his cousin Wang Sizhen is not a man!"

Ma Xingui sniffed, "Not only did Wang Si not spread the news, but he thought that you laborers would be taken away by the officers and soldiers, and then many of them died outside, so it would be better to force Zhou Wang to sign and sell his wife's contract before leaving, so he could earn money back from Zhou Wang's wife. Otherwise, Zhou Wang died outside and asked who would he ask for his money... Hey, this black heart didn't expect to fall into your hands, and he deserved it!"

"brute!"

Thinking of Wang Si's forced himself, Zhou Wang clenched his fists and looked at the mud under his feet, wishing he could pick out Wang Si and chop it into meat paste.

"So, things are true." Lu Si's expression changed from solemn to gloomy.

"Of course it's true. What is it good for me to lie to you about?"

Ma Xingui rubbed his hands and breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Lu Xiaohua and the other three: "Don't be standing there either. Come with me to get the money quickly, and then you can find a way to leave here. If it's too late, I'm afraid you won't leave."

Zhou Wang asked in a daze: "When will the officers and soldiers pull us away?"

"I don't know this. Anyway, it's better to leave early. Maybe those soldiers will take you away when they are not in a hurry when they are not in a hurry?"

Ma Xingui was about to get down the mud, but Lu Si grabbed him and said in a muffled voice: "I'm afraid it's not just us who know this news, right?"

Ma Xingui turned around and looked at Lu Si, and smiled: "What do you think?"
Chapter completed!