Three days later, the group arrived at Xingzhou and settled down to rest in a market town outside the city.
Wu Song had recovered a lot. He complained all day long that the wound on his back was numb and itchy. Song Wen knew that it was due to the growth of new flesh. However, this guy was really an alcoholic comparable to Li Yan. He had always been obsessed with drinking that day.
I will never forget the spring of heaven and earth.
Although An Chun was not the best in martial arts, he was indeed clever. He went out for a few rounds and came back with a big package.
An Chun has been a beggar on the streets since he was a child, and his experience in the world is definitely no less than anyone else. After returning to the inn, he opened the package and found two certificates and certificates issued by official temple officials, as well as two sets of half-new items.
The old and unattractive short robes and robes of a walking monk, a short sword and two Zen staffs.
In addition, bamboo hats, furoshiki, a change of clothes, shoes and socks are also prepared.
Song Wen opened a small porcelain bottle, which contained a potion specially designed to wash away official tattoos... "Brothers from the Wu family, there is a Huiqing Temple about fifteen miles east of the city. If you want to go to Xuzhou and Chuzhou safely,
If you are looking for the leader of Song Jiang and Song, you should first find a place to rest, recover from your injuries, and then hit the road!"
After saying that, Song Wen gently placed a bag of silver on the table.
"I also have a hard-earned background and have been mixed up in the marketplace. I know what it feels like to be oppressed by officials... It's just that Song Wen can't take care of things that far away, so he can only do so much."
Wu Dalang and Wu Erlang looked at each other and knelt down on one knee... Wu Song cupped his hands and said, "My benefactor, I can't repay you for saving my life! I saw that my benefactor didn't have many people around me, so I thought that my benefactor could keep us two."
Come and serve me! My benefactor, my great kindness has not been repaid, and I, Wu Song, feel uneasy when I leave!"
Song Wen said with a smile: "I am used to being extravagant. I spent a lot of money in Bianliang to give to those in need... To be honest, all the volunteers in my Qingshan Village are like this.
The orphaned young men I have rescued over the past few years...are all my brothers! But I have also told them honestly that they will join our military camp and serve me. If after the age of thirty they get tired of being soldiers and guarding the country...
You can leave freely! If you want to do business, I have a business, if you want to work, I have a workshop, if you want to farm, I have land and a farm! I have some money, but I don’t like money either... money is used to support my brothers, sisters, and family.
It's just a matter of using means to make your friends' lives better, it's nothing."
An Chun, who was standing next to him, laughed and said: "All the rural soldiers and brothers in Qingshan Village are given at least five acres of land, and then they are rented out to tenant farmers or refugees who have a large population and lack of land for farming. The military village collects 10% of the tax.
The rural soldiers keep 30% for themselves, and the common people and rural soldiers each contribute half of the remaining seed money, so the common people can get 60% of the harvest!"
"Oh My God!"
The Wu family brothers were dumbfounded by the good treatment of the local soldiers in Song Wen's army camp.
An Chun continued: "But the rural soldiers don't expect this. We rural soldiers have military pay according to their rank! The monthly payment is never in arrears, and there are bonus rewards every time the bandits are suppressed. The merits per head are more than those given by the imperial court.
!If there are casualties, there will be fifty to two hundred guan of pension money, and the dead brothers will have to go to the Zhonglie Hall to receive incense and sacrifice at all times..."
Song Wen sighed: "After suppressing bandits to appease the villagers, several brothers have been injured and six brothers have been killed... But as long as I, Song Wen, am still here and the Daqingshan military camp is still there, the incense of Zhonglie Hall and the sacrifices of the disabled brothers
Life can never go wrong."
"Song Zhizhai Renyi, we and others fell to the ground..."
Wu Dalang bowed and saluted and said softly.
Song Wen looked at Wu Song and said: "We brothers are all young people, and some of our martial arts skills are mediocre, but we go forward bravely and join hands! If the Wu family brother didn't have a blood feud, I would definitely open my mouth to attract him! But,
How can you feel at ease when the family feud is not avenged? I don’t want you two to be sad because you miss the old, young, women and children at home, but...if you two get revenge or settle down the family after you go back, I want to come over and help Song do something big together.
, Song Wen will definitely sweep the couch to welcome you!"
Wu Song nodded... "A friend who came from Bianliang once said that Brother Wen of Bianliang is a little Mengchang who is righteous and generous...I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems...it's more than that? I, Wu Song, swear to God
, after you have avenged your hatred, you will come over and join Song Langjun, and fight in front of you and on horseback without any hesitation!"
Song Wen was overjoyed. Such a hero promised a large sum of money. It seemed that he had already pried a piece of Song Jiang's corner off!
Outside the inn, the two Wu brothers, with their hair loose and dressed as two pedantuos, reluctantly bid farewell to Song Wen... After spending a few days together, the Wu brothers truly admired the young Song Wen and treated their brothers as brothers.
, Treat your friends in the world with kindness.
Rare, really rare!
Looking at the retreating figures of the Wu brothers, Song Wen sighed... Xiao Mengchang: Hehe, I have a less prestigious nickname, but I have never cared about these things.
After all, the rivers and lakes are just a shallow water. Compared with the vastness of the world, it really seems shallow.
Song Wen put his hands behind his back and said to An Chun: "Have you sent a message to Zhending Mansion? Arrange a place to settle the young lady, and send a few more people and maids to keep an eye on her. Don't let her get away!"
An Chun was stunned for a moment: "Brother really doesn't take the eldest lady into the grassland with him?"
"How can that be done? What should I do if there is danger? I won't be able to explain to her father, Da Huze, then... Remember, the northwest grassland is my left hand! The Dengzhou Peninsula and the Sanxian Island sea fortress are my right hand...
…The troubled times are coming, and these two hands are indispensable!”
An Chun nodded: "I'll make arrangements right away."
It was time for Song Wen and others to change their clothes and pretend to be escorts, escorting a dozen or so carriages on the road. The group of people did not enter Xingzhou City at all, and turned directly to the direction of Zhending Mansion.
The further they walked, the more silent the little girl who was originally cheerful and laughing all day became more and more silent. Later, she stopped even riding the horse and hid in the carriage all day long wondering what was on her mind.
Three of the carriages brought by Song Wen were filled with grain and dry food. An Chun and the others became more and more silent as they walked, until the convoy came to a mountain pass next to a small market town, and two of the four rural soldiers dismounted.
He knelt down in front of the ruins of a village on the left side of the official road.
Song Wen looked at An Chun, who was guarding him behind him, and asked, "Are the two Liuzi people from this place? Is there anyone else at home?"
An Chun shook his head sadly: "No, both of them ran away from here with their families when they couldn't survive... They thought of finding a way to survive with the gang in Daming Mansion, but in the end everyone in the family starved to death.
"
Song Wen sighed, jumped off his horse and came to the two sad and tearful country soldiers. The little girl also walked out at some point, following Song Wen step by step.
Taking out a pot of wine, Song Wen knelt down on one knee and gently poured the wine in front of him, and in a low voice paid homage to the villagers in the small village who had almost fled to death due to the disaster.
The two soldiers from the Zhending Prefecture couldn't help crying. Song Wen and several brothers hurriedly comforted them, and the little girl also wiped away her tears.
Liu Zi raised his head and looked at Song Wen and said: "Lang Jun! Four members of my family escaped. My sister was separated and abducted by someone. The remaining father and brother are dead! I am the only one left. It has only been a few years.
Huh? My village is gone...I am afraid that the land has also been taken over by the government. With so many people...how can the Song Dynasty make it so difficult for so many people to survive!"
Song Wen looked at the ruins in front of him with a cold expression. One natural disaster... One natural disaster could cut off the livelihood of poor people. Is this really the richest Song Dynasty in the world?