Chapter 453: Kill the good and take credit
You have eaten the BMW, how can you be worthy of my horse without the wine?
I heard that if you don’t drink the meat of a BMW, you will be hurt. Go get some wine to warm up the heroes...
Zhu Ping’an and Li Shu's words were like a ray of sunshine in the ice and snow, instantly warming the six strong men opposite. They had suffered from displacement, hunger and cold, and felt warmth for the first time.
Of course, the experienced people did not believe Zhu Pingan and Li Shu immediately. They looked at one of the men who looked like the leader, and seemed to be very convinced of this leader. .
The leading man is tall and tall, with a scar on his face. He is still wrapped in a simple piece of cloth on his arm. The blood on the cloth is still wet. Sitting there, it looks like a long bow stretched into a full moon. , full of strength, giving people a sense of bravery and fierceness. However, although this man has scars on his face, he gives off an honest and sincere feeling.
"Are you really not going to hold us accountable for stealing horses?" the leading man asked, looking straight at Zhu Ping'an, his voice rough and hoarse like wheels running over sand.
Looking at this man's eyes, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but sweat slightly on his back, feeling as if he was being stared at by a black bear in the mountains. The man's eyes were as alert as a black bear's, as if he could detect it as long as he hesitated for a moment.
"Of course. Horses are just livestock, so how can they be compared to human lives." Zhu Ping'an nodded vigorously, with a sincere look on his face, then looked at everyone and said, "Don't just look at me, turn it over. Meat, I can smell the paste."
Zhu Ping'an's calmness and sincerity in his eyes slowly affected their impetuous hearts and calmed down. The leading man looked at Zhu Pingan for two seconds after Zhu Pingan finished speaking, and then nodded slightly towards the other men. Then Zhu Pingan saw that the others were completely relieved.
Especially when the little maid Baozi brought the wine and Zhu Pingan put the jar of wine in front of them, they had no grudge against Zhu Pingan at all.
I stole someone else's horse, but instead of pursuing any further investigation, they gave me wine to drink. This made several men who had suffered in exile directly be conquered by Zhu Pingan's personality charm, and they had deep feelings for Zhu Pingan. I can't thank you enough. The thoughts of silence that arose in order to protect themselves when they first saw Zhu Ping'an and the others have long since disappeared.
You must know that stealing horse meat was a serious crime in the Ming Dynasty. Horses were the key to dealing with the nomadic people in the north, and the Ming Dynasty also valued them very much. If they stole a BMW and were punished by their master, it would be enough for them to spend at least a few years in jail.
After trust and gratitude emerged, the crisis came into contact, and Zhu Pingan also knew their story. In fact, speaking of it, it can be considered lucky. These people were originally kind, so they were inspired by Zhu Pingan.
“We were originally hunters at the foot of Yunmeng Mountain hundreds of miles north of here. We originally lived a beautiful life. The water in the mountains continued all year round, the mountain streams were clear and sweet, and there were tracts of water beside the streams. On weekdays, we farm in the reed swamps when farming is busy, and when farming is slack, we go hunting in the mountains. We have worked hard to catch fish in the water since we were young, and our ancestors also passed down the skills, so we always get something when we go into the mountains. We can also make reeds into mats and sell them. Although we are not rich, we don't have to worry about food and clothing. The lives of our ancestors have not been affected.”
When talking about this, the faces of several men opposite who were gnawing on horse meat and drinking wine couldn't help but show a look of aftertaste, nostalgic for the past life.
"Last year, the northern Tatars came around from the northwest and invaded the capital. Our mountain village was also affected, and our lives were ruined." When they said this, their faces showed a look of hatred.
"Has your homeland been destroyed by the Tatars? It's so pitiful." Baozi's little maid heard this, and Baozi's face was filled with sympathy.
“Huh, Tatars? We brothers responded to the call of the army and went to the battlefield and killed a few Tatars! Huh, it’s a pity that the Tatars did not destroy our homeland, but were harmed by our own family. "Yeah!" One of them sneered and gritted his teeth, his face filled with regret and regret under the light of the fire.
Kill good people and take credit?
I don't know why, but these four words were the first thing that came to Zhu Pingan's mind. From this man's words and expression, Zhu Pingan almost confirmed his guess, so he couldn't help but sigh.
Li Shu, who was close to Zhu Pingan, also had an unhappy look on her face. As smart as she was, she should have guessed it.
Only the little girl Baozi on the side looked puzzled. Why did the Tatars not destroy your homeland, but it was destroyed by their own people? No, how could our own people destroy their own homeland?
“When the army recruited the young men in our village, they promised to behead one of the enemies and reward them with three taels of silver. We also grew up listening to the stories of Yue Fei and Yang’s generals, and we couldn’t bear to see the barbarians from the north. We killed people, set fire to them, and robbed things. Besides, it was more cost-effective to behead the enemies than to hunt them, so the young men in our village went to the battlefield. We worked hard for the army and killed several Tatars. We went to the army to collect the reward, but not only did we not get the reward, we were beaten with military sticks."
"This is also true. It’s nothing. After the Tatars were driven away, our brothers stayed on guard with the army for several months, waiting for our brothers to return home.”
When they said these words, their eyes were red, their pupils were faintly splashed with blood, their fists were clenched tightly, and their teeth were gritted.
The story that was told next was a bit shocking, or rather bloody, as if someone had strangled the throat.
The young men who risked their lives with bows, arrows and swords to serve as cannon fodder to drive away the Tatars returned home happily, thinking that they would be welcomed by their wives and children just like they did when hunting, but the reality gave them a hard time. In a heart-piercing scene, what greeted them was the charred village and the cold bodies of their wife and children.
The surviving people in the village told them what happened not long ago.
After the Tatars retreated, Zhao Daying, one of the hundreds of guarding border troops, reported his merits to the county magistrate. The county magistrate said, "How can I report my merits without the heads of the Tatars?" Zhao Daying replied, "The first level is Yi'er."
So, Zhao Daying from one hundred households sent troops to behead the villagers and took credit for the crime. The officers and soldiers entered the village with sharp knives and chased the villagers, shouting, "I'll lend you your heads for a while." In order to repay the merit and silence, they slaughtered them all. More than 30 households in the village were raped, including the infants and young children. Only this old man in the village survived by fetching water.
Zhao Daying from one hundred households submitted a petition for the beheading of fifty-nine thieves, including thirty-six heads of women and children. All the heads were shaved with a knife and made into a Tatar hairstyle. .
Qingzhuang was naturally unwilling to accept the truth when he came back, so he went to the county magistrate to beat drums and complain, but the magistrates protected him!
The result of the county magistrate's verdict showed that the village was destroyed by bandits, and Zhao Daying from a hundred households became the hero who drove away the Tatars. The young men in the village were sentenced to slandering Shangguan, and were punished with a hundred canes. Prison.
The whole village was young and strong, but only six of them managed to escape. They were hunted down by Zhao Baihu’s men all the way, and even today
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