Chapter 105:

In the early morning in the countryside, soldiers holding hoes in their hands, compared to farmers, their physical fitness is better. After all, Lin Yuan has spent his money on raising soldiers, and they are also ordinary civilians who know how to grow land. Even those who don’t know how to farm, are taught by old crops.
The boys saw this scene inexplicably. They couldn't believe that these soldiers, who were like evil spirits in their parents' mouths, would help them with their work.
The soldier who gave them candy before patted their trouser legs, smiled at them, and turned to get the hoe.
Farmers’ hoes were borrowed by the landlord. The property they had was very simple—a house, a few children, parents, and pottery urns on the stove. They couldn’t even afford iron pots, let alone farm tools.
These farm tools are brought by soldiers. They are not too busy to greet the villagers. They also know that the villagers are afraid of them. This is common. The people are afraid of being soldiers. When soldiers are in charge, they are soldiers and no one is in charge. It is a bandit, sometimes even more terrifying than a bandit.
The gangsters were also in charge of the court, murdered as soldiers, and robbed of their children's property, but no one held accountable.
It was dawn, and the villagers walked out of the house. They didn't know the specific time like the people in the city, but worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.
The men were dressed in shorts, some had hoes in their hands, and some were empty-handed-there were not enough farm tools and they had to wait for their turn.
"There seems to be someone in my home..." The scrawny man widened his eyes and looked at his own piece of land intently. He was afraid that it was the refugees who had fled and were planing seeds to eat. It was the guarantee of the autumn harvest. Living capital.
He shouted and rushed crazy.
Even if he knew so many people, it was nothing more than someone else's effort to rush over, but his mind could no longer handle the consequences.
He only knew that if these seeds were gone, their family would be gone.
The people next to him hurried over to stop him, the man was thrown to the ground, his eyes were red, staring at his own land, tears fell silently, leaving a little water stain on the ground below him. Then the water stain disappeared without a trace. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to cry, but he couldn't make a sound.
Only one with a good look said: "Not a refugee! They have a in their hands!"
"They are plowing the land, they didn't plan the seeds!"
The farmers who were still in a panic finally recovered a bit of reason at this time and stared straight at the people who were working on the land not far away.
Just when they didn’t know what to do, a group of people came to face each other, about a dozen, but they were dressed in the same color and style clothes, and they knew they arrived yesterday. The group of soldiers.
The farmers with hoes in their hands clenched the hoes.
At this time, they were afraid that these soldiers would grab their land.
That also killed them.
In order to survive, even if they are the most honest farmers, they have to take up arms.
"The previous fields have been tilled." That's what the leading soldier said.
The farmers were taken aback, and for a while they didn't know what to say.
The soldier said: "You are in a good place here. I think some places have not been planted, so I helped you plant some potatoes and sweet potatoes first. If you don’t want to plant them, you can dig out and eat them. The potatoes are all sprouted. can not eat."
The farmers were even more stupid. The village chief’s son was a little bolder, and tremblingly asked, "Bing, Bingye, what are you doing?"
The soldier smiled and bared his teeth: "We are here to help. From now on, we will be responsible for the spring ploughing and autumn harvest on your side. We will bring our own food. This time we will give you farm tools. The Bodhisattva said that the land here in Runing will not be taxed for three years."
"The landlords on your side are gone, so you won't have to pay rent anymore." The soldier said, "Don't be afraid, we are strict. If anyone dares to enter your house without permission, you just fight He doesn't have to be punished even if he died."
The villagers did not dare to believe a word of what the soldiers said, and they couldn't help it if they were credible or not, so they could only nodded stupidly.
The company commander’s surname was Jiang, Jiang Erba. After he became a company commander, he changed his name-Jiang He, he likes this name. He remembers that he lived by a river when he was a child. He could not remember that river. The name is, but it is still the most beautiful place in his memory.
Jiang Hechong the villagers smiled, and then said: "There is a party tonight, you must come."
The villagers didn’t know what the party was. They looked at each other and looked at each other. Jiang He said,
I’ve said hello to your village chief. You don’t need to bring anything. It’s just a person.

The villagers breathed a sigh of relief when Jiang He took the people away.
The villagers discussed in a low voice.
"Are they really here to help us?"
"What do you mean by fixed-point assistance?"
"You also helped us farm the land?"
"What are potatoes and sweet potatoes?"
"I know, I have heard people say that there are potatoes and sweet potatoes in Taizhou, Gaoyou, and that they were obtained from the Gentiles. One acre of land can yield dozens of stones."
"There are so many? I don't believe it."
"I don't believe it either."
"Why don't you believe it? I knew that Gaoyou did not starve to death."
"How did you know that no one was starved to death?"
"Me? I heard someone say when I entered the city."
They dare not act alone, and can only walk in groups on the ridges, as if this will make them safer.
Soon, the farmers began to plow the land. Spring plowing and autumn harvesting are the two busiest seasons of the year. They fill their stomachs with the crops they grow. Women also come to deliver meals at noon. The so-called meals are also very simple. Those with better family backgrounds can have two multi-grain steamed buns, and those with lower family backgrounds can only have wild vegetable buns.
Worse, it can only rely on water to fill the stomach and mix with water.
The sun hides in the clouds, the sky is full of red clouds, and the night falls.
The farmers have been busy all day, and watching the soldiers have been busy all day, their hearts have gradually stabilized.
Then they saw the bonfire burning in the grass, and a group of soldiers came over and took them over without any explanation.
They did not dare to resist, and honestly followed, but did not bring their family with them as the soldiers said.
So this bonfire party has only a group of big masters.
They were sitting around the bonfire. The villagers looked like sheep who had strayed into the wolves. They didn't dare to get out of the air and didn't dare to move. They could only watch the soldiers handing out bamboo tubes. Of course, they were also divided.
There is rice wine in the bamboo tube. At this age, most people cannot eat white rice. Even the village chief’s family can only eat rice with mixed grains. The rice is still mixed with chaff, let alone drinking. It is something that big families can only have. .
The farmers smelled the sweet scent of rice wine, and their expressions were a little dazed.
The soldiers looked at them cautiously and laughed at the side: "Take a sip, how can a man not drink?"
"Could it be that we are afraid that we will poison you? What do you want? What do you have to do?"
While the farmers did not dare to refute the face of being a soldier, while they were really greedy for this sweet rice wine, someone finally couldn't help but taste it.
In the dark night and the fire, and still the rice wine, the farmers' courage gradually grew. This is not an indoor place, and there are no various rules. Everyone is in the night and can see the bright starry sky when they look up.
"How was your last year?" The soldier held a bamboo tube in his hand and chewed on the soybeans fried with salt.
"Come on?" He stretched his hand over, holding a handful of soybeans.
Such snacks are not common nowadays. Farmers swallowed and thought about it, and finally took a little bit and put it in their mouths. The more they chewed, the more delicious they were, and the farmers quickly ate up the soybeans. The soldier didn't care, and grabbed a handful of soybeans for him.
The farmer chewed a few more beans, and his words became casual: "It was not possible last year. The landlord collected 70% of the rent. The family had no food and sold the old cow."
"My parents saved for a lifetime, so I bought that cow."
He said, "How are you in the barracks?"
The soldier smiled and said: "I used to be like you, a farmer, but after an accident in my hometown, I ran away. Fortunately, Nan Bodhisattva was willing to take me in, so he stayed in Gaoyou and became a soldier."
The farmer asked in a low voice, "Have you killed anyone?"
The soldier nodded and took a sip of rice wine: "Killed."
The farmer shuddered: "What does it feel like?"
The soldier thought for a while: "I didn't feel anything when I killed it. When I was on the battlefield, either he died or I died. I didn't feel anything at all with a stab."
"I'm busy, I have to clean up the corpses of my colleagues when I get off the battlefield and I have to continue training."
The farmer asked again: "Do you have military pay?"
The soldier smiled at him: "Of course there are, and they all exist. The barracks take care of food and shelter. They think less about farming than before, and occasionally eat meat. These wines are only available when they come."
The farmer said strangely: "Do you often do this? Help others farm?"
Soldiers: "How can you say that it is someone else? Now you are also the people of Nan Bodhisattva. We are all a family, so the family should be like this. You plant the land, we fight, and you will have to eat the food you planted in the future. To help you is to help yourself."
The farmer was stunned. He looked at the soldier stupidly, unable to understand what he said.
In his impression, the soldiers would only enjoy swaggeringly, occupying their food, their little money, and their daughters like the big master.
No soldier would ever say such things.
"You don't know Nan Bodhisattva." Xiaobing said with a smile, "When the Nan Bodhisattva comes, I live like a person."
Xiaobing: "In the future, we will be responsible for your village. We will return it next time for the autumn harvest. You will have a variety of grains. Your harvest this year will definitely be good. It is estimated that you will have the rations for next year."
The soldier said in a low voice, "If I am still alive next year, I can help you with spring ploughing."
The farmer drank a sip of rice wine and waited for a while before saying, "If I have money next year, I will invite you to drink."
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Military and civilian family 23333
It's an old routine for Lin Yuan