Chapter 138 138【Heroes】

"Let's put porridge!"

"Fathers and folks in Shandong, when you drink porridge, you must remember that this is the porridge served by the Jimin Society. Everyone who has eaten the rice from the Jimin Society should remember the Jimin Society..."

Thousands of refugees lined up in front of the temporary porridge sheds outside the city. They hugged their tattered rice bowls and stared at the scorching sun. There was a glint of hope in their cloudy eyes. From time to time, some people put their feet on their feet and looked towards the porridge shed.

Occasionally, those who jumped in line were beaten up by the youth gangsters. These gangsters were all hired to maintain order. Don't tell me, although they used to be gangsters, they were quite active in doing good deeds—they both earned wages and felt proud.

A disheveled little boy, smelling the aroma of rice floating in the distance, couldn't help swallowing and said, "Brother, I'm hungry."

"It's almost here." Huang Ziming comforted his younger brother by touching his head.

The main disaster area of ​​this spring torrential rain is located in the south of Shandong Province. And Huang Ziming is from Zhangqiu Chenjiazhuang. His hometown was not affected by the disaster, but he still had to flee famine to beg for food.

Since Zhang Zongchang occupied Shandong, he has been militarizing and expanding his army recklessly. Some said that Zhang Zongchang had 100,000 soldiers, some said 200,000, and some said 300,000. As for how many soldiers there are, even Zhang Zongchang himself doesn't know.

The army needed money to support them, and Zhang Zongchang couldn't afford to support so many soldiers, so the military discipline of Shandong soldiers at this time was extremely poor. Once they were unable to receive military pay, the soldiers would pay attention to the common people, and used to use the name of "suppressing bandits". Wherever the troops went, it was like locusts crossing the border.

The purpose of the Shandong soldiers' "suppressing bandits" is: three light, two overturn, one empty.

All chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep are slaughtered, all mules, horses, cattle and donkeys are pulled out, all doors, windows and closets are removed, which is called three cleansing; searching the boxes and cabinets, digging up the brick floor of the courtyard is called double sweeping; everything that can be taken away is taken away , Throw away everything that cannot be taken away, so that every household is empty, which is called empty.

Except for burning, killing and looting, soldiers never pay for things, and soldiers never buy tickets for cars. If they dared to ask them for money, they would be scolded at least and beaten severely at worst. The soldiers summed themselves up very vividly: "Mala Bazi is free of charge, and the back of the head is a passport."

Zhang Zongchang likes to use White Russian soldiers, and every time he fights, he uses the blond, blue-eyed, tall White Russian soldiers as the forwards. As soon as the White Russian soldiers charged, the enemy immediately scattered and fled in fright, as if they were descended from heaven.

But the treatment of the White Russian soldiers is worse than that of the Chinese soldiers, and they like to drink. Every time he gets drunk, he runs around the streets, beats men when he sees them, rapes women when he sees them, and robs them when he sees property.

In addition to the army's rebellion, Zhang Zongchang's taxes in Shandong were also unprecedented, with more than 60 kinds of exorbitant and miscellaneous taxes. Not to mention land tax, deed tax, dental tax and other legitimate tax items, there are donations from wealthy gentry, army shoes, prostitutes, theater, dogs, chickens, pot heads, Zhang Zongchang's poems, and Zhang Zongchang's bronze statue. donate……

That is to say, if you raise chickens and dogs, and have pots and stoves at home, you will pay taxes to Dashuai Zhang. Last year Zhang Zongchang even came up with a "dung donation", where you have to pay taxes for your shit. At that time, people wrote couplets to sarcastically say: "Since ancient times, it has never been heard that there is a tax on dung, but now there is no tax except for fart."

Compared with Zhang Zongchang, Chu Yupu can be called loving the people like a son.

Huang Ziming used to be considered a wealthy family, with more than 60 mu of land in his family. But last year, a group of soldiers forcibly "suppressed bandits", not only robbed his family of food and money, demolished his house and compound, and even burned all the crops in the field.

In order to survive, Huang Ziming took his whole family to beg everywhere, and later joined the Red Gun Club. At the altar where he was, there were tens of thousands of people in the congregation, and they even planned to attack the county seat. As a result, before they had time to act, a traitor reported, and the brothers of the Red Spear Society were killed and injured by the army.

Huang Ziming's parents, wife and children all died in the chaos, and only his eight-year-old brother was left beside him.

"Who put the porridge?" asked the porridge man.

Huang Ziming came back to his senses, and quickly said: "Jimin will put the porridge, I will remember the kindness of the master."

The gruel giver nodded in satisfaction, smiled and added a spoonful to his bowl, and warned: "Two meals a day, one bowl for each meal, don't try to cheat after eating."

"I remember." Huang Ziming smiled apologetically.

The porridge in the bowl is very thin, but it is not mixed with sand, so it is considered conscientious. Although he can't eat enough, he can't starve to death, and he can barely hang his life.

"Brother, this porridge is really delicious." The little boy drank the porridge in one gulp, holding the bowl with endless aftertaste.

Huang Ziming only drank a few sips, gave the rest to the younger brother, and said with a smile: "I'm not full, drink these too."

The little boy stared at the porridge and swallowed, but said sensiblely: "Brother, I'm not hungry, you can eat."

"Drink it up!"

Huang Ziming stuffed it into his younger brother's hands, and said: "I heard from the locals that there is a Mr. Zhou who runs a lot of free schools. You can study and eat for free at the school. I will take you to sign up tomorrow. You have to study hard, you know? ?”

"What about you?" the little boy asked.

"I want to go back to my hometown and take revenge on the devil king!" Huang Ziming said through gritted teeth.

The Demon King of Confusion is Zhang Zongchang's nickname. Huang Ziming's idea is very simple, that is, to go back to Shandong to open an altar, and to be the altar leader to hold a red gun meeting, and pull a group of people to fight Zhang Zongchang to the death.

Now Zhang Zongchang's large troops are fighting in the south, and the old nest is empty of troops, so it is a good time to open the altar. Unlike last year, the Red Spear Club was so vigorous that there were nearly 100,000 congregations from all over Shandong, but they were still wiped out by Zhang Zongchang.

"The porridge master is here!"

Suddenly someone shouted.

Huang Ziming stood up and looked, only to see a young man walking forward worriedly. Followed by a few middle-aged and old men, those guys chatted and laughed, making it like an outing.

In particular, there was a man with pigtails who smiled and waved at the victims, shouting all the way: "My name is Wei Ziwen, and people call him Wei Xiaozhui. Since all the folks from Shandong have come to Tianjin, I, Wei Xiaozhuo, should do my best as a landlord." Everyone eats and drinks well, there are no delicacies from mountains and seas, but rice porridge is enough. If anyone dies of starvation in Tianjin, I, Wei Xiaozhui, was not raised by my mother."

Zhou Hexuan couldn't laugh or cry, and let Wei Ziwen invite his name to make trouble. He went straight to the porridge shed, and saw that the rice porridge here was passable, so he didn't ask any more questions, and looked up at the many victims.

"Hey, what's going on over there?" Zhou Hexuan frowned, pointing to a dozen victims lying in the distance and asked.

A youth gangster said: "Back to Master Zhou, those are seriously ill and can't walk anymore. The corpse collection team will come to clean up tomorrow. They are very familiar with their work and will not cause a plague. Don't worry."

"Don't worry!"

Zhou Hexuan said unhappily: "Notify the victims, all those who are sick, come to register and report. Those who are sick will also be sent to the hospital, and I will pay for it."

"Master Zhou is benevolent and righteous!" The gangster was in awe.

After this word was passed on, it immediately caused a sensation among the victims, and nearly one-fifth of them said that they were sick. Zhou Hexuan had a lot of headaches about this, so he could only ignore those who had a cold and catch a cold, and focus on treating those who were seriously ill.

Huang Ziming watched silently for a while, then walked towards Zhou Hexuan, clasped his fists and said, "Dare to ask your benefactor's name?"

"My name is Zhou Hexuan, what's the matter?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

"Don't thank me for your kindness, I will repay you in the future." Huang Ziming bowed deeply, then turned and left.