The amount of wheat shipped was 352 shi, and the peas were 310 shi.
As for the more than 1,000 kilograms of salt, it is still 40 miles north of the city. I will stop by and pick it up.
Li Zicheng and his men escorted the convoy out of the county town. After only traveling for more than ten miles, he stopped.
"I'm not leaving! Take a rest for a while."
Li Zicheng sat on the stone and silently watched the Wuding River flowing in front of him.
People don't know why.
Liu Zongmin came over, "Why don't you fight back and rebel against your mother!?"
Gu Kecheng reminded: "First send someone back to the city to inform Zhang Cheng and ask him to secretly release the two brothers."
Yuan Zongdi volunteered, "I'll go and bring out a batch of swords and guns from the iron shop."
Li Zijia geared up, "I'll go back to Lijiacun to recruit people."
Gao Yigong also wants to go back to Hulu Mountain to wave the flag.
Li Zicheng shook his head and said nothing.
Liu Fangliang was anxious: "Brother, you should make up your mind quickly. This trip to make a living seems to be a no-go. It's too dangerous."
"Do you think I'm going to take you to die?" Li Zicheng laughed, "I'll bring the food back to Xishan Mao."
"ah?!"
Everyone's eyes dropped in shock.
Is this the clever trick that the controller came up with?
"Liu Zongmin, Tian Jianxiu, and Gao Yigong escorted the grain truck into the mountain; Liu Fangliang and Gu Kecheng went back quickly to get the money; Li Zijia and Yuan Zongdi went to Yulin to contact Shen Laoxi'er to buy grain. If they couldn't buy it, they left the relationship and took it.
Silver top grain."
"I have food in my hands and don't panic in my heart. After we finish this matter, we will start recruiting troops."
So that’s it.
The arrangements have been made and everyone split up.
In order to deceive others, the grain truck continued to move forward slowly, waiting until it was getting dark before crossing the river and entering the mountains.
Li Zicheng took Li Guo to the Mahuyu Salt Field.
The salt-producing river beach is about three miles wide in circumference. The earth is scraped to fry the salt, and there are 291 salt pots on the front.
For every salt pot, the county collects twelve kilograms of salt every year and collects Yulinwei.
The output and quality of salt in Mahuyu are not good, and are far inferior to those of Shili Salt Bay in Suide. Apart from supplying a little to the border troops, it can only satisfy the consumption of the poor people nearby.
They all say that salt is a lucrative business, but it depends on who is right.
At least Shioto's life was hard haha.
Boil a pot of white salt, boil a pot of sweat, sprinkle a spoonful of water and sprinkle a spoonful of tears.
The salt field is filled with smoke, and dozens of salt households are busy.
Li Zicheng showed the official document, and Yantou wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Master Mingjian, thieves passed by a few days ago and were robbed of four to five hundred kilograms of salt..."
Nowadays, there are less than 200 salt pots, and the output is limited. In the rush, we can no longer collect the amount required by the county.
Li Zicheng said generously: "Let's do this. I'll give you a total of six hundred jins of what was stolen. This part will be written off in one lump sum. The remaining shares will be discounted and sent to the county prisoner's office another day."
In fact, even if it was completely waived, it would only cost a few taels of silver at most. Li Tuhao didn't care about the money at all. But he didn't need to build a good reputation for the county magistrate.
Yantou secretly thought that the sun was really coming out from the west. While he was grateful, he regretted that he had not stated the loss as a thousand kilograms.
He had nothing to repay, so he was prepared to offer thirty kilograms of coarse salt and thirty kilograms of brine.
Li Zicheng didn't like these things because the salt was too bitter; he didn't order tofu either, so he declined.
As soon as he went out, a junior gave him a sideways look and cursed in a low voice, "You bitch!"
"Hey! You donkey!"
Li Guo stared and was about to fight, but Li Zicheng stopped him.
Yantou immediately panicked, kicked Housheng, grabbed his collar and pressed his head to make him kneel down to apologize.
Li Zicheng was too lazy to care, so he mounted his horse and left.
Xie Junyou looked at his retreating figure and shouted, "The rebels should capture Mizhi City and kill all these beasts." In the 16th year, he fought with Sun Chuanting in Jiaxian County and was captured and killed.
Yantou sighed: "Idiot, I am a good person. You are wrong..."
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This business trip was completed in five days, but the money spent was a bit too much.
Once the matter is over, people can't go back so quickly.
The convoy first hid in the ravine for two days.
Li Zicheng was thinking about recruiting troops, so why not give Gao Jie another chance?
That young man will be able to charge into battle in the future, and he will be prepared so that he will not be cuckolded again.
As a result, when we arrived at Shipangou, we found that most of the people in the village had fled, leaving only a few old, weak, sick and disabled people.
Naturally, Gao Jie was nowhere to be seen, and it was not known which peasant army this young man had joined.
Let him be! We should see you later.
Liu Zongmin took the opportunity to take his eldest brother back to his home for a short stay.
After lunch, everyone sat in a circle at the head of the kang.
"Brothers, seeing that trouble is imminent, we have to consider the issue of our family members. How to arrange it?"
There are hidden dangers if you stay. If the matter is exposed one day, the government will definitely arrest the relatives of the leader.
Therefore, in the late Ming Dynasty, most of the peasant army rebel kings, big and small, did not use their real names and were only called by nicknames outside. After all, there were three uncles, four aunts, and seven uncles in my hometown.
In addition, it is also related to the popularity of "Water Margin".
It is unrealistic to take away all the family members. The old, weak, sick and disabled will not be able to keep up with the marching speed, and even those who are exposed to wind and sun will not be able to withstand it.
It is best to find a safe place to settle your family members.
But the world is so big, there really aren’t many suitable places.
First of all, this is not possible in Shaanxi.
In the next ten years, bandits will be like combs, soldiers will be like grates, officials will be like haircuts... there is no guarantee that one of them will be picked up by the gang.
Unless you hide in a remote area of the country. But living in that kind of place is a problem.
The same cannot be said for North China. In addition to soldiers and bandits, there are also slaves. They may be captured and sent outside the customs to serve as slaves for the Jia-pi people.
Not to mention the Central Plains, which will be the main battlefield of the peasant army in the future. Natural disasters and man-made disasters combined will kill almost half of the people.
Sichuan is not very reliable either. Although She Chongming, the leader of the She'an Rebellion, was defeated and killed in August last year, and the main force of the rebel army was basically wiped out, there are still tens of thousands of people running around in various places.
There are slightly fewer disasters south of the Yangtze River, but the distance is long, the acclimatization is not suitable, the language is not fluent, and there is no footwork, so it is not a good choice. Especially these days, acclimatization is very common, and many people die because of it.
After discussing for a long time, everyone came up with no idea, so they had to give it up temporarily.
"Then let's all give each other a nickname! Once we start recruiting, we'll start calling each other by nickname."
Li Zicheng had already chosen his name, so there was no need for such names as Chuang Jiang and Chuang Wang.
The three words "Zhao Desheng" are enough.
We should also be like Mr. Zhao for a time; the winner is said to have taken over the world and justice will win.
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Everyone stayed at Liu Zongmin's house for three days and then returned to the county town with an empty convoy.
When Li Zi handed over the receipt for the transaction, Wang Xiangdui inevitably got another rainbow fart.
Because the bandits were gone, wealthy families moved back to the city one after another.
Ai Yuchu and others also came to help Li Banxian.
"Brother Li, I'm really sorry. I made you live in the firewood shed and go on dangerous business trips. Fortunately, with the blessing of the gods, you came back safely. When I come back, I will slap Wang Xiangdui down to vent my anger on my brother."
"Brother Ai, you're too polite. Serving the country is a common man's duty. It's not worth mentioning."
Li Zhensheng praised: "With such talent and profound understanding of righteousness, the Li brothers can be said to be like pearls covered with dust when they live in the countryside."
Ai Yuchu thought for a while and suggested: "Why don't I find a job for Brother Li? The country is in troubled times. As long as you have a little merit in serving in the army, and you continue to work, you will be a general in three to five years."
Li Zhensheng nodded and said: "That's right! Today, there are Tatars outside and rogue bandits inside, causing harm to our Ming Dynasty and ruining the lives of people. I wish I could give up my writing and join the army, and follow the example of Yue Wumu and serve the country with loyalty."
"loyalty?"
Li Zicheng shook his head and sighed, "I love our country, but who loves me?"
Several scholars were in a daze for a moment, and then looked at each other in confusion.
Only then did they remember that the "Li Banxian" in front of them was from a "mud-legged" family, and his buttocks were not in the same place as theirs.
The life of ordinary people is difficult. The government not only shits on the heads of mud legs, but also makes them hand out wipes.
Shan said that right now, the bandits had just left, and the army came again.
Can the officers and soldiers leave empty-handed?
"If you give me a penny, I will take thousands of stones of rice and beans, and thousands of bunches of grass, and transport them to a certain camp and pay them; if you give me a penny, I will buy a number of healthy mules and some cloth bags, and send them to a certain camp and pay them; if I give you a penny, I will buy them."
Buy a number of copper pots, buy a number of war horses, and send them to a certain camp for payment.
It doesn’t say what kind of money and food will be spent or what the calculation will be in the future, but if there is delay, military law will be used to deal with it.”
According to current tradition, the status of military attachés is far inferior to that of civilian officials, let alone urging county magistrates to purchase military supplies.
In the middle and late Ming Dynasty, when generals and deputy generals handed over their books to officials of the Ministry of War, they usually called themselves "the youngest under their sect".
For example, when Qi Jiguang wrote to Zhang Juzheng, he called himself "Qi, the lackey of the family."
How could they be so stubborn when their supplies, military pay, etc. were in someone's hands?
It's really emotional.
I think back when the Ming Dynasty was founded, the general army had the reputation of being a prince, and local officials were all "paying homage as a courtesy".
The commander of the guard station is also majestic. If the prefect does not dismount his horse to show respect, the guard officer can directly "whip and humiliate the servants" in anger.
Now it's the other way around, "With the passage of time in peacetime, bows and swords have become useless, and there are people who can be called running dogs of the sixth or seventh rank of civil servants by the generals of the second or third rank with dragons, tigers, and tigers."
In addition to "lasting peace", there is another reason - after the war god Tumubao was captured, the status of generals represented by Xungui collectively declined. The Ming army also changed from "controlling foreign affairs" to "controlling foreign affairs".
But during wartime, especially the status of the lower class civil and military personnel was different.
The imperial court asked military attachés to go out to fight against thieves, but they couldn't allocate a few dollars for food and salary. Since the eggs were not pinched, the military attachés naturally became more aggressive. The county magistrate asked for it!
Do you dare to delay military supplies? The consequences will be serious. At worst, I can do it myself and have enough food and clothing.
Therefore, the county magistrate Wang Xiangdui had a headache.
Don't expect wealthy families to contribute to military supplies, they are not even willing to pay land tax.
What's more, the bandits have not besieged the city and have already left. Since there is no need for an army to defend the city to protect family property, why should the rich spend money?
Where will the money and food come from? Mr. Wang is worried about this matter.
"Officials in prefectures and counties are frightened of others, and occasionally borrow money to pay regular salaries to help those in immediate need. However, those who are inferior to others in the department will be compared with each other.
Therefore, there are more private factions than official ones, and the people are miserable."
The final result can only be to apportion it to the five village chiefs and use their hands to exploit the poor.
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Li Zhensheng was embarrassed for a moment, and then said impassionedly: "It's all my fault that the eunuchs have harmed the country! Now the emperor is working hard to govern, dismissing treacherous officials, and appointing talents. I believe that Yu Nei will be clarified soon."
This is another set of deceptive blame-shifting arguments.
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