Fortunately, Li Zicheng was invulnerable, otherwise he would have been knocked to pieces.
Although he won't be injured, he still feels some pain.
Taking advantage of the light of the torch, the disgraced Li Zicheng saw clearly the true face of the "assassin".
A black wild boar with ferocious tusks!
The beast didn't have the patience to let others watch quietly, so he grunted and rushed towards the "ration".
Li Zicheng hurriedly rolled around like a lazy donkey, but unexpectedly hit a tree stump, and was nudged in the stomach by a wild boar that followed closely.
"What the heck!"
Li Zicheng roared loudly, sat on the ground and started fighting with the wild boar.
After six or seven rounds, Li Zicheng was completely defeated.
He is invulnerable, but not infinitely powerful, so there is no shame in being unable to defeat a wild boar.
Seeing that the torch was about to go out, Li Zicheng braved the wild boar and climbed up and down to finally grab the spear.
"Die!"
In the first rush, he actually held the spear backwards, and the wild boar was unharmed.
Li Zicheng quickly turned the spearhead and stabbed it again. The angle was slightly off and the force was not strong enough. The boar's skin was not damaged.
After another seven or eight rounds of fighting between the man and the pig, Li Zicheng accidentally hit and stabbed the pig in the eye with his spear.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."
The wild boar howled miserably, ran a few steps into the forest with its spear, and then fell to the ground motionless.
Li Zicheng lay on the ground and wiped his sweat, breathing heavily, "I haven't skinned the wild boar yet, so I'll get off to a good start by killing a wild boar first!"
He rested for a long time before standing up.
Pulling out the spear, Li Zicheng grabbed the wild boar's hind legs with both hands and lifted it, "Isn't it more than two hundred kilograms?"
The wild boar is so big that it is difficult to resist. If you drag it back and damage the skin and hair, you won't be able to sell it for money.
He decided to wait until daybreak to find someone to carry it. Anyway, the crime scene was in the woods on the hillside, so there was no need to worry about being seen by passers-by on the official road.
"Now I don't have to drink rice soup, I can have a tooth ceremony. I can't even buy meat during the Chinese New Year. This postman has really failed in his job."
Li Zicheng simply packed up and returned to the inn carrying the spear.
"Ma Touer? How did you do this? Did you encounter a bandit?" Liu Fangliang was shocked as soon as he opened the door.
"Hey! A wild boar came out halfway and had a fight with it. I'll feed the brothers tomorrow."
Li Zicheng put down his spear, walked to the stove, filled it with a few pieces of charcoal, wet his clothes and started a fire.
"What? Did you beat up the wild boar?" Liu Fangliang's face was filled with disbelief.1
Even veteran hunters would not dare to challenge a wild boar one-on-one.
Although Ma Tou'er looks a bit embarrassed, there are no wounds on his body. When did the eldest brother become so fierce?!
Li Zicheng smiled and said: "It's in the woods five miles outside the south gate. I'll ask the brothers to carry it back at dawn. I really have no strength."
Liu Fangliang cupped his fists and cupped his hands, bent his knees and half squatted, "Ma Touer, I am completely convinced."
The so-called horse head refers to the head of the horse.
This is not a serious official position, nor is it a good job.
Li Zicheng was in charge of nine horses, and now he was in trouble.
In the early days, the horses at the inn station ate not only grass, but also more than half of it was grain.
Each horse was entitled to 100 stone grains, beans and fodder per year. At that time, the horse head could also steal some rations, soybeans, peas or wheat bran from the horse's mouth.
By the time Li Zicheng became the horse's head, the post horses could hardly eat any fodder, and they were all starving and emaciated. When encountering an emergency military situation, the post soldiers whipped up their horses quickly, and then the horse fell dead.
Three of Li Zicheng's horses have died, and all the losses must be compensated by the horse head.
The imperial court issued an order: If any army horse at a border post station adopts a deceased one year old, he or she will be paid five taels of silver; if it is two years old, it will be 4 taels; if it is three years old, it will be 3 taels; if it is four years old, it will be 2 taels; if it is more than five years old, it will be 2 taels.
, the official is supply.
Therefore, Li Zicheng had to pay a total of seven taels of silver.
His monthly salary was only five yuan, and it would take more than a year to make up for it even if he didn't eat or drink.
The problem is that the inn has not paid its bills for two years.
Yinchuan Yi's annual public funds are more than 1,600 taels, but in recent years, the actual allocation is only 500 taels. So the county magistrate has to draw 200 taels first, and the Yi Cheng will draw another 50 taels, and the remaining 250 taels are
These are real expenses.
The hardship of the station is evident.
Poor!
So when Liu Fangliang heard that Li Zicheng had beaten the wild boar, he was delighted and made plans.
"Ma Touer, if we sell the wild boar to Butcher Yuan, how can we make a fortune in this year's life? If we lose the horse money..."
At this point, Liu Fangliang laughed naively and said, "Master Ma, as soon as the labor and food money comes out, I will return the horse money to you as soon as possible."
Among the three stagecoach horses that died, one was killed by Li Zicheng; one was killed by Liu Fangliang; and the other was a sick horse that blamed Tian Jianxiu.
Li Zicheng waved his hand and said, "Forget it! Why do you care about your little ration? I'm not a young man anymore. It's proper to save some money to marry an aunt."
Liu Fangliang scratched her head with a grimace, "Alas! These days we live one day at a time, how dare we think so much."
Then he asked again, "Ma Tou'er, you are three years older than me. When will you find one?"
"..."
The sun lit up while the two were chatting.
They were about to go back to the stable to catch up on their sleep, but they didn't expect Yi Cheng to come unexpectedly early in the morning.
All the postmen were quickly gathered.
Yi Cheng coughed and said, "The new regulations of the imperial court have come down..."
Chongzhen wanted to abolish half of the post stations in the world, and 20,000 post workers in Shaanxi were about to lose their jobs.
Yinchuan Yi is closing.
When everyone suddenly heard the news, they immediately burst into an uproar.
A postman immediately collapsed on the ground and cried: "There is no way for people to survive!"
Although the post station owed money for work and food, it managed two meals of rice porridge a day. In addition, the postmen could barely survive because of the tips such as letters, parcels, etc. that were included in the delivery.
What happens after you get out?
In years of severe drought, farming cannot survive.
A pound of millet outside has risen to two cents of silver. Ordinary postmen can't buy a pound of millet with a day's wages. What's more, they don't have any money.
Li Zicheng was also surprised. He originally thought he could work at the inn for two or three months.
As for why the Ming Dynasty cut down its inns, it’s a long story.
Zhu Youjian ascended the throne and Wei Zhongxian fell. Officials who had been attacked by the eunuchs came back one after another. Mao Yujian was no exception.
He was reinstated as the supervisory censor, and while his wife was not around, he immediately married a brothel girl.
Suddenly one day, his original wife came to her door after traveling thousands of miles away, and she was immediately captured and killed in bed.
Mao Yujian was a strict wife, and he knew he was in the wrong. He knelt all night, begging his wife to show her kindness.
After going through this test, Mao Yu felt energetic.
He secretly investigated and finally attributed the reason why his wife quickly gained trust and came to Beijing to the inn's convenient transportation.
The beautiful thing was ruined, and it’s all the fault of the inn!
Mao Yujian gritted his teeth with hatred, and immediately reported to the emperor that he wanted to abolish the inn——
"The issue of postal delivery is the most harmful to the people... The Ministry of War has sent out the survey, but no money has been paid. The gentry's delivery is fake, and a paper is washed and made up to four. The power of the messenger is like a tiger, and the lives of the common people are like silk..."
What you say makes sense. The use of public tools for private use is indeed a shortcoming of current inns.
For example, the famous tourist Xu Xiake got Kanhe through the back door. He ate, drank and entertained along the way, relying on the constant supply guarantee of the inn, and had a great time traveling.
He recounted in "Thirty Years of Journey to Western Guangdong" that wherever he went, there were postmen carrying him in sedans, and several postmen carrying luggage to wait on him along the way.
Once when the inn was short of manpower, Xu Xiake forced two women to carry the sedan for him.
He also asked the people to "boil eggs and offer pulp", "take crucian carps as offerings", and "cut chickens and take pond fish as payment".
It can be seen from this that the disadvantages of the inn run deep into the bones.
By the way, Xu Xiake should be staying at home right now. In July, he will set off with his uncle to visit Fujian again and harm the inn.
Emperor Chongzhen was busy with everything. After reading Xiao Mao's Memorial, he thought it was not a big deal, so he put it aside.
Mao Yujian couldn't swallow this sigh of relief, so he told his friend and distant relative Bingke to express his bitterness to Liu Maoda, the emperor's closest servant.
Liu Mao said, "You don't understand the emperor's temperament, and your memorials are not good enough. Look at mine."
He analyzed with Emperor Chongzhen: Today, only two-tenths of the post stations are used for official business, and eight-tenths are used for private affairs. Instead of doing this, it is better to abolish some post stations. This can save one million taels of silver every year, which is enough to make up for the loss in Liaodong.
Military expenditure deficit...
Of course, there are also people who oppose the abolition of the inn.
"The ancestors set up a post station, so it was used to win over powerful people, make them carry burdens on their shoulders, consume their energy, waste their time, make ends meet, and make them dare not do wrong. This has a wonderful effect."
"To stop the Qing Dynasty from occupying the territory and adding redundant troops, the troops rushing to the ground cannot be eliminated. When the posts are exhausted, the responsibilities should be reduced according to the ministers. If the people are in trouble, the savings they make will be returned to the people."
"The people who are born to have food for themselves, travel every road, and pay every penny to support them day and night. Once there is nothing to do, if you don't become a thief, will you be safe?"
How could Chongzhen care about so much? When he heard that he could save millions of silver, this was something he felt deep in his heart, and he immediately became very happy.
"The courier is extremely tired. The little people are knocking their bones and sucking their marrow. The horses don't rest their hooves and the people don't rest their shoulders. I hate it very much!"
As for whether cutting the post station will delay the delivery of official documents, who cares?
Just slap your head, and do it! Just slap your chest, no problem!
The inn must be cut!
There were cries of ghosts and howls of wolves in Yinchuan Station.
Tian Jianxiu sighed and looked at the sky speechlessly.2
Liu Fangliang sobbed and said, "Ma Touer, what should we do?"
Li Zicheng touched the "start-up capital" in his belt and said calmly: "The postman has to think about the imperial court. If you don't get laid off, who will be laid off!?" This chapter has been completed!