"People, forgive me for a while. Now the spring food is not ripe, and there is really no food left at home."

"Please spare us a way out--"

In Yunzhou, Xucheng County, in front of a village with hundreds of people, several yamen runners dressed in soap clothes, with scimitars on their waists and scolded them arrogantly, and they really didn't care about this troublemaker:

"You know, this is to collect grain for the imperial guards, this is to fight those southerners and pay the grain, which is what you should do."

No matter how hard they begged, these yamen runners were unmoved and still summoned the people to preach, and then conducted large-scale searches.

Hundreds of people faced these people, but were afraid to move forward.

The fear of the government has touched the soul, and no one dared to make trouble.

Everyone was crying, searching, and even those who had no money and food were locked up and used their wife and daughter as a way, and the wailing sounds were endless.

Cattle, sheep, pigs, dogs, money, grain, women, five or six yamen runners came empty-handed and returned with a full load. Dozens of slaughtered faces transporting the food they plundered from their homes. They were accidentally beaten.

The originally peaceful village was already half a dozen, and it was in a mess, as if it had been withstood this military disaster.

The remaining old and weak have no food, so they can only go to the mountains to find wild vegetables and fight wild animals to find vitality. There is still more than a month before the summer harvest.

Unexpectedly, at least half of the casualties would be killed or injured by then. By then, it would be a lucky opportunity for a village of hundreds of people to survive fifty or sixty people.

"Brother Zhang, I'm afraid I've become much richer!" A young yamen runner looked at the woman in the arms of the old yamen runner and couldn't help but compliment him.

"That's right, the village has not much food, but the women are good." Zhang Lao Er nodded, looked at the woman who was crying in his arms, and said with a smile: "The court in the past has sent grain, but this time it is raising military rations again. Isn't it just to make a fortune?"

"It's just a pity that I have sent grains for the previous time, but this time there is not so much food to be levied. There are not many villages like today in Yunzhou, and it's hard to make money..."

"Look at so many people, if we go crazy, we can't help it."

"What are you afraid of-" Zhang Lao Er glanced at the aggrieved Ding Zhuangmen and said, "You guy just came and you are not in a good mood. You have to know that as long as we have a breath and these untouchables still have a way to survive, these people will not be able to rebel. In a few days, these people will go to the army to deliver food, and I don't know if they can come back!"

"A bunch of mud legs, give them ten courage, and dare not be arrogant. If you hurt me, you will kill his whole family..."

He said boldly, and Zhang Laoer deliberately amplified his voice, as if he was just talking to this group of people, while the yamen runners applauded and echoed.

Whether it is taxes, prisons, or household registration, they are executed by yamen runners. If they are slightly deviated, they can destroy their families and have a deterrent effect, which is even more powerful than that of the county magistrate.

Several yamen runners were holding a woman and a village girl, teasing and playing along the way, sitting in donkey and mule carts, not to mention how happy they were.

Ding Zhuang and others were hungry and pulled the cart with a sluggish atmosphere. Faced with such humiliating scenes, they did not dare to resist, even if their wives and daughters were in the hands of these yamen runners who could not blink.

However, as the sun moved, the anger in their hearts continued to rise. Unfortunately, no one dared to emerge, and he did not dare to bear the reputation of rebellion.

The sun was at its peak, and the official road to Yunzhou was relatively broken and bumpy for more than an hour. Before they could see the city wall, just as they were about to cook, suddenly, a group of more than a hundred bandits came.

The yamen runners surrendered in an instant, while the Ding Zhuang knelt down in panic, waiting for the arrangement of fate.

"Are you from Yunzhou?" The bandits were wearing all black Rong robes, holding swords and guns, with a strong face, and seemed to be well-trained.

The yamen runners dared not resist, so they knelt down all of a sudden. Zhang Lao Er knelt down tremblingly and said, "Goodbye, please spare me, we are the yamen runners who collect grain in Yunzhou and are preparing to return to the city."

"Hmph, a group of corrupt officials!" The bandits in the head, with square face and divine eyes, glanced at the crying woman, then put down a flag and asked, "How can you recognize what word is this?"

"Perform the way for heaven--" Zhang Laoer said in a crying voice.

"What we hate the most is that you corrupt officials, bullying men and women, and doing rampantly, destroying countless good families. You have destroyed the good Yunzhou."

The man said angrily, pulling out the knife and preparing to kill him with one knife.

"Goodbye, please spare me. We are ordered to collect grain. This is military ration and it is not our business."

Zhang Lao Er's crotch wet and his head was favorable, and there was no sound in an instant.

Soon, the other yamen runners died one by one, only the breathing young men.

These people have never seen such a bloody scene. Many people lowered their heads, had shit and urine, and were filled with tears, and were begging for mercy.

"Silence sound--" the man shouted, and everyone stopped immediately.

Looking at a group of people who were eager to survive, the man said: "I am the rebel army in Liangshanbo, who is doing the way for heaven. Now the government is greedy and the people are not living in poverty, so let's help the people. Go back-"

"Really?" Ding Zhuang and others were overjoyed, with disbelief on their faces.

"Go back quickly and get these mules back food. We are the rebels, just to help our people and fight against the government."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

Everyone cried with joy and hurriedly knelt down and then took the woman's things back to the village.

"Which one is the first time I've been?" the man sighed and scolded, "You guys quickly clean up the official road, the subordinates are coming soon, don't delay your kung fu."

"Du Tou, this is the fifth accident." A big man said.

"There are only more than 30 yamen runners in Yunzhou City. Even if it is a white servant, there are only more than 200 people. If this lasts for a few days, I am afraid that all the yamen runners in Yunzhou will have to be killed."

The man smiled.

"Yes!" The man next to him was also overjoyed and said, "Without these yamen runners, Yunzhou is like having no eyes and minions, and can only stare at him. He can't do anything, especially if he can't collect military rations."

"That's right, the Song army in Yanzhou will not last long if there is only military rations."

The big man nodded and said, "It's a pity that we have been in Liangshanpo for almost two years. We have been feeling depressed for so long. I don't know how many days it will take to truly make achievements and fight a battle."

The other great men also nodded one after another. As part of the imperial guards, they came to Liangshanpo to be a thief. They lurked for so long, and finally [58 Novel www.58xs.info] to achieve great success. It’s a pity that they are all trivial matters, but a real big battle is rare.
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