Meng Jiucheng smiled, and Han Changsheng's answer was very interesting, but this was exactly what he thought. Whether it was a revolution or a rebellion, to make the people participate, a simpler slogan, easier to understand call, and more affordable benefits are needed.

"Tell me, what kind of life do you hope your family can have when you join the Red Turban Army?" Meng Jiucheng made a gesture and explained: "You can do it yourself, what kind of future will you hope for?"

Han Changsheng thought for a while and said uncertainly: "There is food to eat, clothes to wear, land to grow, housing to live in, not to be bullied, and..."

Worrying about the country and the people is the idea of ​​scholars. Is the most personal requirement of the people? Is it considered a problem that rebellion needs to be solved? Did the Red Coat Army not expect that these would have no foundation, either becoming a bandit who relies on looting, or surrender to the unreliable Southern Song Dynasty to solve the problem of money and food?

Meng Jiucheng thought deeply and didn't say anything for a moment.

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In Crossroads, the sun just rose.

A sparse crowd gathered at the intersection, and there were no other business except a few carrying firewood in the middle of the street. People were walking around the intersection to see that there was no business to do. Some squatted at the wall and chatted, while others wandered elsewhere.

A few "clang" sounds of gongs came from the street, shaking the middle of the street.

"Listen to everyone, Lord Zhou is coming down to notice, come and see!" A thin man walked along the street, shouting while ringing the gong.

A lame man in his twenties, carrying a paste bucket in one hand and a roll of white paper in the other, came to the middle of the street and pasted the piece of white paper on the gray wall that had been peeled off.

The crowd gathered up at the same time and looked at the wall. Someone was chanting with his lips moving.

"Sir, please speak louder and read it to everyone." A farmer in his forties said loudly.

The man nodded, raised his voice slightly, and the illiterate people around him listened in a narrow voice.

"Oh, I've increased my taxes again." A man selling wood sighed, "I can't even sell my taxes!" As he said that, he carried the shoulder pole and was about to leave sadly.

"It's a shameless!" The thin man glanced at the man selling firewood with contempt, "Isn't there any signs for recruitment? If you are a soldier, you still have money to get. It's not a hundred sets of money to buy firewood."

The man who was hitting the firewood smiled bitterly and shook his head repeatedly.

"I heard that Du Qi's bandits were all destroyed."

"That group of robbers deserves to do everything they want to rob, and they deserve it."

"I heard that it was the leader of the leader of the Han Taoist Priest, and asked the Thunder God in the sky to help the war. The people of each village also spared their lives to fight the bandits."

"Silly Taoist priest, I really couldn't imagine it."

"What kind of world is it? Monks are forced..."

People's discussions gradually dissipated, and the news had been heard intermittently. Crossroad Town was also nervous and alert. On Wednesday, Gui continued to recruit soldiers and increased taxes for military purposes.

In the Zhou family courtyard, dozens of soldiers guarded the short road from the door to the hall. They stood in groups of three or three in the shadows of the house and under the trees, like Weng Zhong in front of the tomb. They occasionally spoke, and were whispering, afraid that they would have disturbed something.

Zhousangui, the lord of this courtyard and even dozens of villages and towns, was sitting on a mahogany chair next to the Eight Immortals Table in the middle of the hall, with his left knee on his left and his right hand holding the cover bowl on the table. The tea in the bowl was already cold, but he didn't take a sip.

There were six or seven people sitting below, and they were talking loudly just now, shouting loudly, the tables, chairs, benches and the sound vibrated the roof. Now that I was about to make a decision, I calmed down and stared at me.

After a while, someone finally spoke. But he avoided the important things in front of him and raised a series of questions such as food, pay, equipment, etc. Some people continued this conversation and raised a lot of messy difficulties. Later, they talked about some of the conflicts of interests and were clamoring and cursing, and the atmosphere became lively.

Zhou Sangui patted the table heavily. After everyone calmed down, he slowly stood up, walked a few heavy steps, then stood down again, accidentally stroked the cover bowl. The maid who had been waiting at the door of the hall walked in lightly, put the new tea in the golden lacquer tray on the table, stood with his hands down, waiting for his instructions. Zhou Sangui didn't say anything, but just turned his head slightly, the maid put away the herbal tea and quietly retreated.

Zhou Sangui was a smart man, but he was also a clever man, and he did not have the ambition to promote King Tuba. During this war, he regarded protecting his property first. As for the national justice, he did not understand and did not want to understand.

People with wealth probably have this mentality. They don’t care about the Red Coat Army, the Jin army, and whoever defecates, is the one who knows the current affairs. Of course, in this chaotic situation, it would be better if they can be promoted and made a fortune.

But after finally sending away Du Qi, the plague god, suddenly a Red Turban Army emerged, defeating Du Qi to annihilation, and controlling more than a dozen villages in succession, approaching Cross Road Town. How should he deal with this group of people who suddenly rose from a small hill that even Du Qi was destroyed?

He had only heard of the name of the silly Taoist priest before, and only laughed at the stupid things he did in Lingyang Town. Now, he has to re-examine this strange opponent and find out his true intentions.

If you want to fight, according to the wishes of the leaders of each family, the Zhou family naturally had the big head, and they beat the edge drum. As for Zhou Sangui, he could not make a decision immediately, and he had to wait for his confidant to bring back the news from Lingyang Town before he could finally decide.

Zhou Sangui paced around, looking around in a daze, hesitantly unable to make up his mind. He was in a mess. Although he kept keeping himself calm in his heart, it was difficult to maintain his inherent mentality.

At this time, the butler of the Zhou family walked over quietly, without saying a word, but just nodded to him.

Zhou Sangui was excited and stood more steadily. He quickly regained his inherent majesty. He bowed to the people in the hall and said, "Everyone is waiting for you to change your clothes."

"Please give me a favor!" Everyone bowed back and guessed that something had happened.

When he arrived at the side hall, Zhou Sangui asked Mr. Huang to sit down and briefly talked about the situation of the matter just now, with mockery and contempt on his face. "Those families are very beautiful, saying that the Zhou family has many soldiers and generals, and the Red Turban Army is just a mob of ordinary people, and they are vulnerable to the chariot. In short, what they mean is to let us send troops to take the lead, and they will do their best to help."
Chapter completed!