Full of evil reborn male [Live]

The mountain road is rugged, and it is difficult for those who are not used to walking quickly to march in the mountains, and the soldiers who came back from Diqiu's suppression of the bandits also needed some rest. Then the school officer took the guards who had been on duty in Diqiu before, and specially selected a dozen or so hunters who were born as a reserve team or who were accustomed to hiking in the mountains. A total of twenty people went up the mountain together.

According to what He Chun said, the refugees on the mountain, no matter what, most of them are starved to death, and there is a lack of salt in the mountain, so they are weak, but they just need to prevent those refugees from escaping and hurting themselves, so they are safe. ——The beasts near the mountain were already scared away by the many harassing people.

The donkey is full of energy and holding up his most beloved crossbow that he just brought out. How can there be a bear like a chicken when learning simple characters and simple numbers on weekdays?Holding the crossbow in one hand, he stared vigilantly at the food thief leading the way, while shouting from time to time: "Be honest! With Grandpa watching you, don't try to make secrets or tricks!"

This child likes to take Mr. Chai's class the most. In order to make the half-children obedient, that Mr. Chai, who is well-educated and more crooked, tells from time to time his heroic deeds when he was a gentleman in the "jianghu" as a gentleman. He will reveal some of the ghostly tricks of the city fox and the social mouse, so that the boys will be surprised, and they will be obedient.

"Hmph! Can you still keep him under control with your knowledge?" Erbao said disdainfully as he wiped the long dagger that Liao Laoliu bought for him.

They were horse bandits, although none of them joined the regular army, but many of them also joined the sentry team of the officer Zhong. After several battles against the bandits, they proved themselves and received the guards designed by Master Shenxian himself. "Divine crossbow", I hate the lord's regulations that those who have not joined the army and the guards are forbidden to use crossbows, so that he can't touch the side of the "divine crossbow", which makes this donkey who has mixed into the reserve of the guards frightened.

If his second treasure can worship two adults as teachers, what can he do like a stinky donkey? !

He Chun walked in the mountains, like an antelope. Where there were ups and downs, he jumped up and down, and hopped lightly like walking on flat ground. He walked freely and leisurely. Compared with him in the "city" of Diqiu, he was like a toad. The embarrassment of being on the table, almost with hands and feet, is completely different.

Even Er Bao, a horse bandit and bandit, had a hard time keeping up with him. If He Chun hadn't put on a new pair of cloth shoes with [-]-inch soles that he cherished very much, he wouldn't have dared to be too presumptuous in front of Master Bing. He had already disappeared like a monkey, no wonder he was not surprised but delighted when Master Li said that he was going to be tied up to the mountain. The forest in the mountain was his lair.

Walking to the middle of the mountain, I met several refugees who were starved to death along the way, but they couldn't even escape when they saw them, they were dying.

As a last resort, Zhongheng had to let two guards take him down the mountain.He frowned and looked towards the deep forest. If the refugees were all scattered in the mountains and their physical conditions were like this, how could he have enough people at hand?But the mountain people... after walking so far, they have never met any of them, and they are probably all hiding.

He Chun smiled flatteringly, and said with gestures: "Sing, sing a tune, and you will answer. General, they are afraid that you are here."

Shan Zhuang interpreted his meaning to Zhong Xiaoguan in a low voice, and Zhong Heng glanced at the panic-stricken bandit, and ordered his subordinates to hide first, avoid it, and act according to circumstances.

Seeing that all the soldiers and generals were avoiding them for the time being, He Chun nodded humbly at the general, smiled, and turned around to climb up a big tree. The dilapidated shack built next to the tree and leaning against the cave was where he had lived for more than twenty years. Home.

With a few vertical leaps like an ape, He Chun easily climbed to the top of this old tree that he had climbed countless times. Standing among the tall branches, he sang loudly: "Immortals can't stop people~ miss people, I can’t talk~ I’ll let out a yell, don’t run away! Tall trees can’t stop the strong wind, and holes can’t hide people~ Spring baby, I’ll bring you a noble person~ Spread the good news!”

Across the mountain stream, there was silence on the opposite side. The donkey opened its mouth wide and was startled by He Chun's loud roar. Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, it quietly stepped forward and pulled the corner of Master's clothes: "Master!" , I don't think this matter is reliable, why don't we catch it directly..."

Zhong Heng gave him a serious look, and whispered: "Calm down, don't be impetuous. Wait."

The donkey retracted his head disheartened, only to see Erbao bared his teeth, and gave him a silent grin that gloated at other people's misfortune.

snort!villain!

He Chun was also a little anxious among the trees, and sang another song, but there was no answer, so he opened his mouth and shouted: "Smelly girl, Uncle Yu, the forehead is Dachun, and the forehead is not dead! He is a good person, as long as he works, he will be given food! If you lie, you will be struck by lightning! There is no food in the mountains, and you will die if you don’t go down the mountain. Listen to me..."

Before they finished shouting, the melodious singing of women and girls came from the other side of the mountain. Although the soldiers could not understand the slang and mountain tunes, they could hear the worry and panic in the singing.

"Officer, that girl is afraid that the official will deceive people down the mountain, and the word 'official' is meant to eat people!" Shan Zhuang listened while shaking his head to translate, quite immersed, and suddenly came to his senses, cough, Isn't the general in front of you also an official?This is calling the thief bald in front of the monk... He hastily slapped himself on the mouth lightly, and smiled embarrassingly.

Zhongheng ignored his little thought, and ordered: "Let them come and try a few people. Those who go down the mountain, no matter whether they work or not, and those who stay or not, will be given a bag of food. You guys, take the dry food bag Put it over there."

"Here!"

He thought for a while, and then ordered: "Put the salt bag with you as well."

The lack of salt in the mountains is probably worse than the lack of food.

He Chun heard the word "salt" and saw a few small bags of dry food and a small bag piled up under the tree immediately. He jumped down the tree in surprise, picked up the small bag, opened it, and there were coarse grains in it. With yellowish salt cubes.

He was so excited that he couldn't hold it back, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to lick it, the slightly bitter salty taste made him cry.

These few days in Diqiu, although I was full and the soup and cakes were delicious, but such a large piece of precious salt suddenly appeared in front of me, it really made me want to cry.

His grandpa was stabbed to death by the mountain savages for the little salt he had just exchanged with the merchant, and the little salt was also taken away.Living in the mountains, eating less food and being able to rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, struggling to survive, without salt, will become weak and dead after a long time.

He Chun was stunned for a while, and finally remembered what he was supposed to do. He jumped up to the treetops again, and roared loudly: "Salt, salt from the mountain!"

With this roar, there were four or five hesitant and hiding figures, and more than a dozen swaying refugees, who would fall on the road after a few steps.

It was the first time for Zhong Xiaoguan to go up the mountain, and he didn't force it. He exchanged a few bags of dry food and a small bag of salt for four mountain people, and one of them was the stinky girl whom He Chun admired.

Although Chouya is not too stinky, her hair has turned gray at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and she is dark and thin, but her eyes are watery, showing a bit of beauty and stubbornness.She has a half-paralyzed father. If it wasn't for taking care of her father, she would have married off at her age in the mountains. It was also for her father's sake. She had to entrust her father to Uncle Yu, and ventured down the mountain to join the men. To earn my life.

There were more refugees dragging and turning down the mountain, and there were more than a dozen half-dead.

Zhongheng does not plan to go up the mountain for the second time for the time being. He asked people to bring these newcomers, who are full of vigilance and fear, to the medical center, and let the girls disinfect and quarantine, and everyone poured a big bowl Porridge.

When people are calm, their stomachs are full and their bodies are warm, they will be at ease.

As for hiding in the mountains, the rest—

Zhong Heng asked someone to cook a large pot of porridge at the foot of the mountain, and put in A Xian's homemade seasoning and spices.Let He Chun, the "model", work hard here to speak out, whether it is mountain people or refugees, don't worry about those hungry guys not falling into the trap, as long as they can move.

As for those who can't move, let the mountain people rest for a day, go back to the mountain and carry them down, and carry one to change a bowl of porridge. This work is mutually agreeable.

It took half a month for Zhongheng to bring down more than 700 people from the mountain one after another, and also buried many refugees who could no longer go down the mountain.

Mr. Li, the highest official of Diqiu, kindly and sympathetically expressed condolences to the toiling masses who were half starved to death, and expressed impassionedly:

The affairs of the people are the affairs of my Li, and there is not enough food now, but as long as I, Li, has a sip of porridge, I will never let any of the people "under my rule" starve to death.But Diqiu has Diqiu's rules, "The old and the weak, women and children are provided for, and those who don't work don't get food." If you want to live a good and nourishing life, you must work hard to behave yourself!This treasure land of Diqiu does not support Lai men.

As this group of laborers went down the mountain, after a few days of quarantine and recuperation, they gradually filled the various workshops and fields. On the hot and thirsty big construction site of Diqiu, it seemed that a scoop of clear water was poured. Although it was not enough to quench their thirst, it still As far as the current food constraints are concerned, the population limit has also been reached.

The new refugees and mountain people didn't know the rules and didn't know what Diqiu was doing, so they made a lot of jokes and little troubles, but overall, a considerable part of the labor gap was alleviated.

Just looking at the future, if the barbarian wars in the north continue, the number of affected refugees will probably continue to increase; if the barbarian civil strife ceases, they are afraid that they will aim their fangs at the plump but weak Central Plains.

Fortunately, Mr. Li has always been lenient. Although his body is not so fat now, he will not take these troubles too much to heart. Just like Master Zhong said, he must "despise strategically and pay attention tactically!" As long as he grows stronger No matter what barbarian enemy "Zhu" Zhuangwei is nothing more than a chicken and a dog, the most important thing now is to seize every opportunity to develop people's livelihood and explode "food, iron, and soldiers".

At the beginning of golden autumn, the crops in Mr. Li's wheat and millet fields are beginning to ripen one after another. When the harvest is in sight, his precious blast furnace has finally been built, and the workers who have worked hard have been well trained and can work in shifts.

In order to make a handy harvesting artifact—the sickle—before the autumn harvest, Mr. Li lit the torch with a fire seed from the gods (Zhong Daxian helped with another magic stick), and solemnly sent the torch into the blast furnace tuyere. It bulged, and the coke in the furnace burst into flames.

All the workers in the iron workshop held their breath and worked hard for these days, and finally saw the dawn of dawn. Everyone was so excited that they couldn't contain themselves. I don't know who gave a hoarse cheer. In the next moment, the whole iron workshop was almost overwhelmed by cheers Lifted the top.

Billowing black smoke, with hot wind and smoke, emerged from the air outlet, like a ferocious oolong stretching its teeth and claws, soaring into the sky, gradually dissipating.

Zhong Daxian and the others felt extremely disgusted, thinking that this kind of antique iron making method of earthworms has a small output, hard labor, and it is still a heavily polluting industry, polluting water and air, and even ruining the surrounding land. A black-hearted workshop owner like Li Xian will be arrested and imprisoned for serious crimes of polluting the environment and abusing labor in minutes!

But Li Xian didn't dislike it at all, he felt that the black smoke really couldn't be more wonderful, with these, he had the foundation to gain a foothold in this era of troubled times.

He quietly stretched out his hand that was trembling with excitement, and was holding the warm hand extended by the school officer.

His face was flushed by the heat. Seeing him staring intently at the blast furnace, the Colonel Officer looked at it with a smile, tightened his clasped hands, and gently stroked the black ash on his face with the other hand.

The author has something to say: He Chunhao's folk songs are adapted from the folk songs of northern Shaanxi on Baidu.