Chapter 51 The first year of Chongzhen is approaching

From despair to hope, a golden road in front of you is undoubtedly very precious. When Chen Xie looked at this issue from the perspective of modern people, he did not feel that it was too great. In his era, as long as he was willing to work hard, he would not starve to death.

But this was in the Ming Dynasty, even if you had the strength, you would not have a place to eat.

Although Chen Xie felt that some of the insignificant New Year supplies were consciously to win people's hearts, in the eyes of the Ming Dynasty, there were many things in life that had reached a desperate situation. Chen Xie accidentally collected dozens of men and women who had already despaired.

Chen Xie, who had just witnessed a group of women crying to the death, soon saw another scene of a group of strong men crying.

After Wang Qinian used a dagger to turn the heads of a group of brothers into gourds, he led everyone to the warehouse with a chilly head. Yu Xun, who was busy, was also happy to see this scene. Ten bald heads gathered together, which was quite funny.

The treatment of servants cannot be compared with nurses. They eat well in the kitchen of the servants and everyone eats together. The difference is that they have equipment. What equipment is it? Hats are necessary for each person to put on. This style of ancient hat bought from a labor protection store was put on. After wearing it, Chen Xie came and looked at it and wanted to laugh. What appeared in his mind was that these people had a white towel around their necks, which seemed to be able to sing a song: We workers are powerful.

Chen Xie couldn't laugh, and had to be stern to these people. Chen Xie stood by the very serious side. The 10 guys who were originally lined up were immediately beaten and kicked by Wang Qinian. Chen Xie nodded slightly, moved himself down, crossed his legs, and enjoyed the hot tea brought by the maid.

"Qu Biao! This is your equipment! Once you have it, you will sign it if you know literacy. If you can't read, press a handprint here." Yu Xun was also sitting on the chair with her expression. If she wore a cotton jacket and a headscarf on her head, she would be a landlord.

The servant's equipment was just a big backpack, everything was inside. From the inside to the outside, a new set of clothing, an armed belt, a dagger, a pair of sport shoes. When he walked to the side, he opened the backpack, and when Qu Biao looked at the things inside, he looked at the clothes on his body. Compared with the rags he had worn before (it had been burned to ashes with a fire), he couldn't help but his eyes turned red.

As old as he grows up, no one has treated him so well. He has one set of new clothes from inside to outside, one set of them yesterday, one set of shoes yesterday, one pair of shoes today. How much money does this cost? It’s not considered armor yet? I have long experienced the comfort of this clothes. In the world, I’m afraid that it will be no longer a good master to the servants.

When a group of big men gathered together to check the equipment, they seemed to be infected by Qu Biao. Their eyes were red, their hearts were hot, and their noses were sour. I don’t know who said the first sentence: “In this life, no one has given us so much clothes at once, and no one has made us clothes with such good materials.”

This was like a plague. Everyone looked up and looked at Mr. Chen with eager eyes. Tears were flowing on his face. When someone couldn't help crying, everyone hugged each other and cried loudly. After escaping from Liaodong all the way, he had the opportunity to vent his anger for the first time. He could no longer bear it.

Chen Xie couldn't stay still, so he sighed and left. It was another boring afternoon. The Ming Dynasty did not have many entertainment methods, so there were not many things to do. He wanted to shout "so boring", but he was afraid of being despised by those busy servants. He had to look serious and silently wandered around the various yards, swearing sovereignty.

No matter how big this house is, it was finished in one morning. Chen Xie, who was extremely bored, remembered something. There was a land circumference outside the village, which was not very high, and seemed to have existed for a long time. He decided to go and see that Zhangjiazhuang was managed as a nest. Chen Xie didn't understand commanding wars, but he was afraid of death. The refugee tide in the late Ming Dynasty was never described as hundreds or thousands, and it was tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. Therefore, the shell of this turtle must be strong.

Wang Qinian took Biaozi and Shanzi to follow Chen Xie quietly at some point, with a distance of more than three steps, and he could step forward to protect his master at any time. Chen Xie walked to the entrance of the village and soon saw the earthen enclosure less than five feet high. After many years of wind and rain, only half of the traces were left.

Old Man Ge came over with a wheelbarrow. Seeing Chen Xie throwing away the car and kneeling, Chen Xie snatched two steps to support him: "Lao Ge, you are so old, don't kneel down to me. Longevity!"

Old Man Ge showed a simple smile on his face and said, "Master, you are a living Bodhisattva, how could you not kneel down when you see the Bodhisattva?"

Chen Xie couldn't tell him clearly that there were no gods and ghosts in this world. He could only laugh: "Lao Ge, what's the situation with this earthen encirclement?"

"The master asked this. This was cultivated in the early years. At that time, the old man had not yet been born. This thing was here since he was a child. I heard from the older generation that this was a siege built by the Japanese pirates back then. Later, the Japanese pirates asked Grandpa Qi to kill all the Japanese pirates, and no one cared about the siege."

Chen Xie got on the earthen wall, his vision was good in the telescope, and he could see the tall city walls far away.

"The world is not peaceful now. If I want to see, this earthen encirclement needs to be built." Chen Xie said this, looking at Wang Qinian and others. Wang Qinian did not rush to express his opinion after hearing this, but walked forward more than ten meters, then looked back, and walked back.

"Master, this turret is old and it costs a lot of money to rebuild it."

Chen Xie shouted in a rich tone: "All problems that can be solved with money are not a problem." After being so arrogant, Chen Xie jumped out of the earthen wing, said hello to Mr. Ge and left. He rushed to the Zhang Blacksmith shop at the west end of the village.

Zhang Blacksmith is the one who used a file to turn the clock made by the big, black and thick Wu Qi into an industrial product. After working for a week, the reward he received was simply terrible. One clock, ten kilograms of millet. In other words, after working for 7 days, the reward was 20 kilograms of millet. Just then, Zhang Blacksmith smiled and turned his mouth away. Where can I find such a generous master? This little work is also called a job? After finishing this job, I won’t talk about a steel file, but I also got a glass knife and a large piece of unused transparent glass.

When Chen Xie appeared, Zhang Blacksmith was extinguishing the fire and preparing to close the door. During the Chinese New Year, the King of Heaven did not turn on the furnace when he came. Chen Xie was not the King of Heaven, he was the master of the miracle doctor. For Zhang Blacksmith, the master of the miracle doctor is much more important than the king of Heaven.

"The villain has met the genius doctor. What are you going to do?" Zhang Blacksmith smiled like an chrysanthemum with an old face, kicked away his apprentice who was blocking the road. He bent down and bowed, making a gesture of invitation.

Chen Xie stood at the door and smiled, "I won't go in. There is something here. I want to hit the axle. See how to get an iron axle." Chen Xie threw a bearing over. After Zhang Blacksmith caught it, he threw a piece of silver and said, "I will buy wine for you during the New Year. Remember to have some snacks. After living through the New Year, I have to give me the right words. Let's go!"

I fantasized myself as a bully landlord Chen Xie swayed and left with three dog legs behind him. Chen Xie was very satisfied with this formation. It would be even more ideal if he could get a wolf dog to lead it. In this year, I have no place to go to the whole German shepherd. By the way, is there Germany at this time? It seems that there is no one!

Why don't you go to the village girl? It seems that the village girl in this village has never seen a good-looking person, so it is not worth pulling Lin Zi to lose all his conscience. Chen Xie sighed, and he was even more worried that after he lost all his conscience, the people in his daughter happily put their daughter in red wedding clothes, washed them cleanly and transported them to the inner house through the back door with a small donkey. What? The sedan chair, that thing costs money. Chen Xie helplessly gave up his unrealistic ideas and gave up his lofty ideal of becoming a bully landlord.

Another dusk came, clouds were piled up in the sky. The old people in the village showed joy when they saw it, looking forward to the next thick winter snow. Just as Bai Juyi, a corrupt member of the Tang Dynasty, wrote in his poem, "I worry about the charcoal being low and I wish the sky was cold!"

On the seventh year of the Tianqi period, on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, when night came, I finally saw the falling snowflakes in the sky of Zhangjiazhuang. They were not big, just like drops of raindrops, which melted when they fell. Chen Xie, who was sitting on the kang, faced the dense clouds outside the window, was a table of wine and food in front of him, drinking alone.

The first year of Chongzhen is approaching, and the snow seems to have started to make a good start. Chen Xie hopes that the snow will fall a little harder and there is no need to transport too much food to come next year, which will delay his earnings.

After one night, the snow was not too heavy. When the sun rose again, Chen Xie knew that there was not much change in history.

New Year's Eve finally arrived. Chen's house in Zhangjiazhuang was holding a big banquet. The new owner Chen Xie announced his decision to give the people a three-day holiday. At the same time, I wish you a happy New Year and each gave a big red envelope of one or two silver coins.

The sound of firecrackers opened the prelude to New Year's Eve. Although there were not many things to be happy about in the past year, the new year is still coming. On New Year's Eve, people always place their hopes on the coming year. It will continue over and over again!

Chen Xie, who knew the history, could not be optimistic about the future of the Chongzhen Dynasty. However, on New Year's Eve, the people in Zhangjiazhuang had to be happy, so he held a group activity. In the open space at the door of the Chen family's mansion, countless lanterns were lit, guessing riddles, throwing bamboo circles, single-leg jumping competitions, throwing sandbag competitions and more than a dozen tricks, which made the whole village's men, women, and young people have fun. Some worthless small gifts made the children very happy.

A small hanging of firecrackers, a piece of candy, a piece of pastry, a pen, a book, etc.

These things added countless joy to the people of Zhangjiazhuang. They were fussed around 10 o'clock in the evening and the event was over. The prizes and lanterns that were not given were delivered, which made the event reach **.
Chapter completed!