Wanli? Wanli! Zhao Jin was stunned for a moment and finally figured out what era this was, and he came to the Ming Dynasty himself!

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The doctor invited to see Zhao Jin had previously seen it. At that time, he concluded that Zhao Jin would not have lived for long, and was very impatient when he was called. He thought that this was all his parents' desire to love their children, and he could only treat them alive. He never thought about taking the pulse and found that everything except weakness was normal.

The doctor couldn't tell the reason, so he could only return the medical fee. He pinched his nose and wished that he would have good luck in the future. He was scolded by He Cuihua a few times and then left in a mess.

Three days later, Zhao Jin was able to get out of bed and walk, and nothing was wrong. Zhao Jin, who had been shocked and in chaos, finally figured out the situation.

Now it is September 15th, 38th year of the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty. If it is converted into the Gregorian calendar, it should be early or mid-October. During that period of life, Zhao Jin once went to Xuzhou on a business trip. He thought the climate was very pleasant, but it was a little hot at noon. He never thought that this era was so cold, and it had already had two light snow.

His father Zhao Zhentang, 38 years old, the hereditary family of Wei in Xuzhou, his mother He Cuihua, 36 years old, the daughter of He Butcher Husband in the west of Xuzhou City, his uncle Zhao Zhenxing, 36 years old, and himself, Zhao Jin, ten years old, the only seed of the Zhao family.

As a sixth-rank military officer, Zhao Zhentang was an executioner in Xuzhou City. A few days ago, Zhao Zhentang led Zhao Jin to see the execution and beheading. The bloody scene scared Zhao Jin, who was just ten years old, to faint. The ward couldn't live long after the diagnosis and treatment, but he didn't expect such an incredible change to happen.

The hundreds of households in the Daming Wei Office were military officers of the sixth rank, and a county magistrate was only seventh rank. These military officers of the sixth rank sounded very powerful, but in fact they were not worth a penny.

If you manage a single hundred household office, you will have a small situation and you will have some power and benefits. However, Xuzhou guards Xuzhou, and there are no thousands of household offices divided into various places, so Zhao Zhentang, the hundred households, is just a name.

Xuzhou Wei was established by Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty. It was said that he also fought in the north and was known as a powerful brigade. However, over the past two hundred years, the elite soldiers of the generals and soldiers had degenerated into landlords and farmers. The garrison itself was a military farming farming, and the imperial court had a large area of ​​land. The military households of the garrison were farming on the fields. The military generals became landlords who collected rent and operated, and the military households became farmers who farmed and paid grain.

Speaking of which, these hundred households have one hundred soldiers, that is, one hundred farmers who cultivate land, and they can have one hundred landlords in their hands. Their lives must be good, but the accounts cannot be settled like this. First of all, the military households also have to pay taxes. In addition to the official, they also have to pay the commander and several thousand households. If these two shares continue, there is nothing left in the individual.

Not to mention that because the Yellow River often floods, the soil quality is extremely poor, the harvest is not good, the commander and five thousand households must have enough food. In the middle, the general flag cannot be reduced to the advantage. Become the foreman of the leaders and the foreman working, and can maintain their own food and clothing. Sometimes the year is not good, and the upper is pressing tightly, and the family has to pay back. These hundred households have become standard chores.

Zhao Zhentang and He Cuihua often talk about these things, and never avoided Zhao Jin. A ten-year-old child does not understand them, but Zhao Jin can now analyze many things from them.

"Xiaojin, go and ask your uncle to come to your house for dinner. It's cold outside, so you can wear more clothes." He Cuihua shouted in the kitchen, and the aroma of the meal had already wafted out.

Zhao Jin agreed, put on his cotton jacket and left the house, and walked in the yard. The monkey cried twice, as if he was saying hello. Zhao Jin subconsciously nodded to the monkey, then laughed silently, and accelerated his pace and walked out.

When Zhao Jin first saw this monkey, he was very surprised. He couldn't understand why a hundred households in a garrison wanted to keep a monkey. If they keep pets, raising cats and dogs is normal and it is much easier to save money.

Zhao Jin quickly understood the reason. His father Zhao Zhentang raised this monkey to think about how to better cut off the head. Every day, he could see Zhao Zhentang groping with his palm on the back of the monkey's neck. He should be studying the proportion of joint distribution at the neck.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jin looked back at his house. The two-entry yard was not very large, but it was very neat. It was the residence of a wealthy family. Zhao Jin also had an impression of this house. His father Zhao Zhentang bought it from a businessman. Although the merchant was anxious to move and transfer it at a low price, he also wanted a lot of money.

At most, a hundred households in a garage can only have a family of food and clothing. They can afford such a good house there. The reason why the Zhao family is so relaxed is because Zhao Zhentang does not rely on the military farms of the garage to make a living, but instead finds an errand in Xuzhou City - the executioner.

Many people think that the executioner killed someone and beheaded his head. Moreover, in the magistrate's yamen, the executioner is not even a yamen runner, and is not even as good as a constable with no grade, and has a very low status.

But this executioner is a popular errand. After the execution, the yamen will give red envelopes, the relatives of the prisoners will give red envelopes, and even some people who buy blood buns will give red envelopes, because the executioner has murderous aura, and all evil spirits will make it easy. In some cases of rituals, the executioner will also have to be present. This is another one. Adding up these portions will make a lot of money earned every year.

Even if the position is low and unlucky, there are still many people who want to do it. However, eight years ago, the executioner in Xuzhou City suddenly died suddenly. No one dared to take on this job at that time. Zhao Zhentang seized the opportunity, took out his meager savings, borrowed some money from his father-in-law, found a way to give gifts, and took down the position of the executioner.

The sixth-rank military officer is not a good man and cannot live up to his face, but his life is getting better day by day.

Zhao Jin walked very slowly on the road, but his childish face had an adult thinking expression. He looked awkward. Zhao Jin has been like this these days, and has been absent all day long, which made Zhao Zhentang and He Cuihua very worried, thinking that the child was frightened and had not fully recovered.

No one could think of Zhao Jin recalling everything that he could remember in this life. In this strange place in this strange era, all the details of his memories will give him great help.

Although he had just arrived here, Zhao Jin had no stranger. He liked the warmth of being loved by his parents, the noisy and noisy family, and the somewhat dilapidated and cold Xuzhou City, so Zhao Jin was very cautious and careful, and did not want to let go of all the details.

The streets are very deserted now. It is almost lunch time, and everyone is going back to have a meal. Zhao Jin thought and walked, turning two streets, and then came to the back door of a shop. The back door was open, and it was also deserted. Zhao Jin, who had been there several times, shouted at the door: "Second uncle, my mother called you to go to your house for dinner."

He shouted, and someone agreed. He watched Zhao Zhenxing come out. Zhao Zhenxing was taller than Zhao Zhentang, but his face was sallow, he was breathless when walking, and his body was very weak. Zhao Jin knew that his uncle was in this shop to watch the door and do some tricks to make money. However, Zhao Jin could guess that it should be Zhao Zhentang helped find a job. No matter how high or low the people in the yamen were, they still had this little face.

"Xiaojin, are you in better health?" Zhao Zhenxing smiled and touched Zhao Jin's head.

In that life, when he was an orphan, no one cared about it, and when he became an adult, he worked hard on his own. Zhao Jin is still very uncomfortable with touching his head, so he subconsciously wanted to avoid it. His body trembled and still held it back, pretending to be naive and said, "It's all right!"

"That's good, that's good." Zhao Zhenxing smiled and pulled Zhao Jin's hand, and the two walked back together. This behavior also made Zhao Jin very uncomfortable, but he still held back, and the child must look like a child.

Turning onto the street, at noon, there was no one on the street. Many shops on the street closed their doors and windows, with seals posted on them.
Chapter completed!