Guide to traveling through the Northern Song Dynasty

Zhong Mai is twenty-two years old this year. He lives in a ancestral restaurant at the dock in the south of the city.

Although their lives are not rich, they are more than enough compared to the poor.

He had a bad relationship with his sister-in-law, and because he didn't like helping out at home, he hung out with a group of libertines all day long.

Brother Chen said he wanted to be an archer, so he followed.

I had no other idea, I just wanted to be fresh and have a taste of what it was like to be a soldier and suppress bandits.

During the siege against Zhu Zongdao a few days ago, Zhong Mai had a great time and killed a thief with a last-ditch attack. Afterwards, his legs and feet became weak from fright, and then he became excited again. He would brag to everyone he met that he had fought against the three thieves.

The training that started yesterday made Zhong Mai complain endlessly.

For two consecutive days, he received a total of nine military sticks. Even though the military law team didn't beat him hard, his buttocks became swollen, and he was nicknamed "Slender Bird Man".

Zhong Mai was full of resentment and wanted to sneak away.

But the brothers who usually play well have not left. If he becomes a deserter, he will definitely be laughed at in the future.

The anger was all blamed on Ju Ming.

What the hell?

They were all drafted archers. He still lived in the south of the city, and the one named Zhu was just a countryman. Why should I be under his control? Why did he punish him with a military stick when he said he would be punished with a military stick?

Zhong Mai admitted in his heart that the young man named Zhu was indeed a good man.

But a hero is a hero, so don’t go too far!

Zhong Mai has decided that if he is beaten again tomorrow, he will make a scene no matter what.

"It's time to serve food, it's time to serve food!"

Alas, no matter how miserable my heart is, I still have to eat.

After practicing all day, Zhong Mai was really hungry and limped over to get food.

But I saw the straight lady thief named Zhu, who looked like a dog and was lecturing: "I have discussed it with Chen and Zhang. Since we are all brothers, the food should be the same. The three of us have the same food." , let the hand power be converted into more food for the soldiers, so that the brothers can eat more."

Chen Ziyi also said: "Vice-deputies and ten generals, you can choose for yourself. You can eat the same food as before, or you can eat with your brothers."

This is moral kidnapping. The three leaders have already set an example. How can the middle-level officers still take advantage of it?

One or two, they all poured their own food back and mixed it with everyone else.

Zhong Mai squatted aside and devoured the food. His butt hurt and he did not dare to sit down. After filling my stomach, I went back to the barracks, lay down on the Datong bunk and sighed.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

The bastard named Zhu walked in and asked him with a smile: "Is Brother Zhong okay?"

Zhong Mai said angrily: "I can't die."

Ju Ming walked up to him and said, "I spent my own money to buy some liquor in the city. I quickly took off my pants and wiped them."

Zhong Mai was still lying on his stomach: "Just leave it there, I will wipe it myself."

"You hurt your buttocks. How can you clean it yourself? Take off your pants and I'll help you." Ju Ming said.

Zhong Mai remained motionless, just lying there and pretending to be dead, still despising in his heart: You are the one who hit me, and you are the one who is a good person, so I will ignore your hypocrisy.

Ju Ming asked in a kind tone: "Do you have any resentment in your heart?"

Zhong Mai replied: "No."

At this time, several archers had returned to the room and greeted Zhu Ming. They expressed their support from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhu Ming said to everyone: "This bandit suppression is also a war, and people will inevitably die in a war. I have never fought in a war before, and I suddenly had my head cut off. I am really scared. What am I afraid of? I'm afraid that I have no ability and can only kill you." I took you to exterminate the thieves, but I can't bring you back. Brothers, you all have wives, children, and children at home. Not to mention dying outside in the battle, but even missing an arm, how can I explain to your families?"

An archer said: "Don't talk about this, Du Tou, I will obey you. Du Tou himself can eat meat and drink wine, but he takes us to the county government to make trouble, isn't it just so that we can have food?"

"Yes, just based on this, I will listen to you." Another archer agreed.

Ju Ming asked the first archer: "How many people are there in the family?"

The archer replied: "Including the baby who is still nursing, there are nine people in my family."

Ju Ming asked again: "How many acres of land do you have at home?"

The archer replied: "More than thirty acres, most of which are mountainous, can't grow much food. After paying for summer and autumn crops, we also have to pay a lot of miscellaneous taxes. The little land at home is not enough to eat, and we have to farm a few more acres to make a living." Good farmland for every family.”

"That's very hard work." Zhu Ming said with emotion.

Another archer said: "My family is even more miserable. There are six people in the family, but we only have a dozen acres of poor land. Regardless of whether the farming is slack or busy, they have to do long-term or short-term work. If they don't work for a day, they will starve to death. This time we are recruiting archers. Originally, I chose the husband of Yuan Li's wife, but his family didn't want to hire anyone, so they asked me to take over. Yuan Li is quite benevolent and righteous. If I work as an archer for a day, I will be paid a day's wages as part-time labor."

Ju Ming said: "Brothers, it's not easy. We are all the backbone of the family. If you are both good and bad, how can your wife, children, and children at home live? I set strict rules and beat military sticks at every turn, just to let you practice your skills. I went to Black Wind When suppressing bandits in a stronghold, it is easier for those who are capable to survive than those who are incompetent. Is that true?"

"That's it!"

"You can hit me all over the head, but I can bear it!"

"..."

Zhong Mai lay aside and listened, feeling that these peasants were all fools, and they were confused by just a few words surnamed Zhu.

But it is undeniable that he also listened. The person surnamed Zhu set the rules and was not just showing off his authority.

Zhu Ming asked Zhong Mai again: "How many people are there in Brother Zhong's family?"

"Eight mouths." Zhong Mai was already willing to communicate.

Ju Ming asked again: "Have you ever married a wife and had children?"

Zhong Mai said: "Both."

Ju Ming followed him and said, "My sister-in-law must be very virtuous in handling housework."

Thinking of his wife, Zhong Mai couldn't help but smile: "She is indeed virtuous, but she talks a lot on weekdays. I have to recite a few words when I do anything."

"This is my sister-in-law caring about Brother Zhong. It's really enviable to have such a good wife." Zhu Ming sighed.

The smile on Zhong Mai's face became even brighter, but he still said harshly: "I am a man, I can do things on my own, I don't need a woman to take care of me."

Ju Ming continued: "Having said that, if Brother Zhong is killed by a thief, my sister-in-law will be so scared that she will feel distressed to death and wish she could be stabbed for Brother Zhong."

Zhong Mai smiled happily and said, "How can she be so good?"

Zhu Ming asked in return: "If my sister-in-law doesn't treat you well, who else can she treat you well? How many people can you find in Xixiang County who are such a good man like Brother Zhong? When my sister-in-law gets married, she will definitely be devoted to Brother Zhong."

"I...I'm not that good, everyone says I'm a libertine." Zhong Mai finally felt comfortable, even a little embarrassed.

Ju Ming took out the medicinal wine and said, "Take off your pants and I'll wipe it for Brother Zhong."

Zhong Mai quickly took off his pants and said, "I can do it myself. I don't have to worry about it."

As he spoke, Ju Ming poured the medicinal wine into the palm of his hand, pressed Zhong Mai's buttocks and began to rub it.

Zhong Mai was lying on the bunk and was very happy. How could he have any complaints?

His bare buttocks were rubbed for a while, and Zhong Mai felt that he should find something to say: "I used to only obey Brother Chen, but now I am also convinced by Dutou. Yesterday, he made a big fuss at the county government office and beat Na He Tie Si until his skin was bruised and swollen. , even though I didn’t do it myself, I felt very happy watching it.”

"Now that I feel refreshed, I have to practice seriously in the future." Ju Ming warned.

Zhong Mai immediately expressed his position: "If I don't practice well, I can hit the board with my head and cry out in pain, but I can't be called a hero!"

Ju Ming smiled and said, "That's what you said. Although we are brothers, we will enforce military law without mercy."

Zhong Mai said: "If you break the rules, you should accept the punishment. I am also reasonable."

Chen Ziyi stood at the door and had been observing for a while.

He knew that Ju Ming was trying to win people's hearts, but he didn't feel disgusted by it. Instead, he admired it a little.

If it were him, he would definitely not be so patient.

"Snapped!"

Ju Ming patted his bare buttocks: "It's done. Go to bed early tonight. We have to practice tomorrow. I'll go to other barracks."

"I'll send you to the capital." Zhong Mai said as he lifted up his pants.

After being sent to the door by Zhong Mai, Zhu Ming nodded and smiled at Chen Ziyi.

After Ju Ming walked away, Chen Ziyi asked: "Does your butt still hurt?"

Zhong Mai said with a smile: "It doesn't hurt. The medicinal wine is very useful. I will buy some at home next time."

"It really doesn't hurt?"

Chen Ziyi kicked him over.

"Ouch!"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Zhong Mai covered his buttocks and screamed in pain.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The archers in the room were gloating. Although they were very tired from training during the day, the atmosphere in the army became more and more harmonious.

That night, Ju Ming personally went to apply the medicinal wine to all the soldiers who had been punished, and took the opportunity to chat with the archers.

With such actions, in the eyes of the archers, even though Ju Ming became the captain, he was never superior. He was still the good brother who led them to fight for food. The rules are set for their own good, and the military sticks are also used for their own good. If they break the rules and get beaten, they deserve it.

The training continued the next day, Zhong Mai mustered up his energy, fearing that he was not practicing well enough and would be sorry for Zhu Dutou's hard work.

Seeing such a wonderful scene, Chen Ziyi walked to Zhang Guangdao and couldn't help but sigh: "In the past, I only knew how famous generals lead troops from books. But what I saw in books was never as good as seeing it with my own eyes. Although I understand it now, I don't know Can you learn it yourself?"

Zhang Guangdao said: "I don't care who the famous general is, I only know that the human heart is made of flesh. If you treat people as brothers, others will also treat you as brothers."

Chen Ziyi chuckled and said, "When you rebelled, you still regarded Zhu Er as a brother."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Guangdao's face turned gloomy and he didn't want to say another word to this guy.

Not to mention the two of them, even Shou Li, who was sent to the school grounds as a handyman, could clearly feel the changes here and was extremely shocked by what happened in front of him.

In the afternoon of that day, one of the assistants went to the county government office to report the school situation to the subordinate officials.

After listening to the report, Bai Chongwu and the Sixth Case Poster were speechless.

…

At night, Zhu Ming had a habit of sitting on the school grounds and watching the stars.

One is that I am not used to the smell of Datongpu, and the other is that I want to take some time to be alone.

He was too tired and mentally exhausted.

There were more than 300 people, and more than 200 soldiers were selected. Although he had gained some prestige, his qualifications were too weak. He had to take care of each person being punished, and he had to calm down every evening.

This is really not the kind of thing a human being would do. A person like Zhong Mai would have stabbed someone in the head. In the past, he would have kicked her away. Love to practice or not!

The night wind blew, and Ju Ming lay on his back in the middle of the school field.

Stop thinking about anything, just let nature take its course, and feel like sleeping.

Suddenly I really want to smoke a cigarette. My dad still has Huazi, but I still can’t bear to smoke the remaining two packs.

It's so tiring to manage three hundred people. In the future, to fight for world hegemony, we may have to command hundreds of thousands of troops. Can I really handle it?

"Go to bed early, your eyes are all bloodshot today." Zhang Guangdao's voice came.

Ju Ming asked: "Is there ever a time when Brother Zhang couldn't hold on anymore?"

Zhang Guangdao sat down cross-legged, played with pebbles and said, "Zhu Er defected to the government and planned to ambush us. Brother Yao and I ran for our lives in a hurry. There were sixty or seventy people around us at the beginning. After running for a few days, only twenty or thirty were left." Brother Yao is also like you, talking to everyone as soon as he stops. The way you are today reminds me of Brother Yao."

"It's a pity that your brother Yao is gone, otherwise I really want to talk to him," Zhu Ming got up and said, "Let's go back to sleep."

(Lao Wang has bad coding habits. He can’t write when he’s away from home, so he can only bear the noise of decoration. There is a whole wall of information books, and you can check the information at any time. You can’t take the books out. Also, he smokes. I can’t write about smoking. I write twice a day, one pack when I’m going well and two packs when I’m not going well. I’m insulated from libraries and coffee shops.)

(Let’s just make do with it. Chapter 69 starts to regain the rhythm. I don’t know how to change the previous one.)