Chapter 152: A miserable life

"Boss Wang, is the business good?" A tall man clasped his fists at a middle-aged man. This man was tall and big, very powerful, and very powerful.

The middle-aged man dressed as a boss, tall and handsome, and was angry. He clasped his fists at the tall man and said, "After Mr. Huang's inquiry, Mr. Wang is doing well. Mr. Huang has been missing for many years, how are Mr. Huang?"

Before the tall man could speak, a team of Mongolian cavalry rushed past him like a storm. If they hadn't flashed to the roadside in time, they would have bumped into him. The snow blocks splashed the horse's hooves everywhere, and the man was covered in all the body. The man's face changed, and the divine light flashed in his eyes, and his fists were clenched straight. The middle-aged man stretched out his left hand slightly, stopped him, and said with a smile: "Master Huang's business is getting better and better, and Wang is happy for Master Huang."

The middle-aged man's words are just ordinary words after meeting friends. They seem to have magical charm to the man. After hearing this, the man let go of his fists and smiled: "Thank you, Boss Wang."

While the two were talking, the Mongolian cavalry who had already been speeding by suddenly stopped. A centurion turned his horse's head and looked at the middle-aged and the others. His eyes were filled with greed light and he kept looking at the horses in the hands of the guys. To be honest, these horses were not very good, nor were the worst. At most, they were medium-sized and could be bought everywhere on the market, and they were of no value. The horses were covered with things, and the centurion looked at these things with a greedy look. With a move, he rushed over with the cavalry, surrounded them, and shouted, "What are you doing?"

The man was about to block the middle-aged man's body. The middle-aged man seemed to not know the danger, stopped the man with his left hand, clasped his fists at the centurion, and said, "The general doesn't know anything. We are businessmen, doing some fur business."

The centurion saw them not talking, and his meaning was very obvious, that was to look at their fur. If the goods were good, it would be rude to say that they would definitely be rude and kill and rob.

The middle-aged man didn't understand the truth. With a move, a dozen tall guys behind him came with horses. The middle-aged man picked up a piece of fur from a horse and handed it to the centurion, saying, "General, look, this is our fur. This is fur outside the pass, with a high-quality texture, and a rare good product. Should the general buy one? If someone else doesn't have a hundred taels of silver, I won't sell it to him. If the general wants it, just give him fifty taels of silver." He is worthy of being a businessman, and he starts business as soon as he meets and makes his business to the head of a Mongolian centurion.

This fur is not a good product, even if it is medium, it is a bit of a barely worth. Not to mention that it is worth a hundred taels of silver, even one tael of silver is not worth a tael. The middle-aged businessman looked like a wealthy look, and a greedy light shone in his eyes. Looking at his appearance, he really hoped that the centurion would not recognize the goods and buy his fur.

The centurion grabbed the fur, glanced at it, threw it on the ground, and cursed, "Damn, I think I don't know anything? This is a third-rate guy." He stared at the middle-aged man with his eyes and said contemptuously: "What a profiteer!" He pulled his horse and galloped away, and the Mongolian soldiers followed him.

It was not until the Mongolian army disappeared that the men took their hands back from the fur carried by the horses. They had just shown a look of guarding fur, waiting for the middle-aged man to give instructions. In fact, they had already held the weapons in the fur. If the situation was wrong, they would immediately start a attack.

Because they are no one else, they are Li Jun's guards. This middle-aged man is Li Jun, and the tall man is Duan Ganmu. Since leaving Guanzhong, Li Jun and others have pretended to be vendors and planned to return to Lin'an from the Central Plains. In order not to attract the attention of the Mongolians, Li Jun brought a lot of goods. Today he acted as a fur merchant, tomorrow he changed to a tea merchant, and the day after tomorrow he changed to an ordinary traveler. The Mongolians are domineering in the Central Plains. In order not to attract the attention of the Mongolians, the goods Li Jun brought are not the best. Strictly speaking, it is not even a medium, because if the goods are too good, the Mongolians may have unnecessary trouble when they want to take them for themselves.

The facts once again proved that Li Jun's calculation was very correct. If the goods were not good, the centurion would have been in trouble with them.

"The Tartars are so fucking hateful." Duan Ganmu cursed hatefully as he looked at the backs of the Mongolian cavalry. This team of Mongolian cavalry was really too arrogant. He knew that there was someone in front of him, but rushed towards Li Jun and the others, clearly not taking human lives seriously.

As soon as he saw the Mongolians' attitude, Li Jun knew what they were going to do, so he played a double act with Duan Ganmu and tricked the Mongolian cavalry. Unexpectedly, he almost lost his life.

Li Jun did not go to the Qinling Mountains, but wanted to go to the Central Plains, not just to understand the situation of the Central Plains. Another consideration was that it was the time of ice and snow. The Qinling Mountains were cold and cold. It took many days to get out of the Qinling Mountains. When you arrive in Sichuan, you will change the waterway and take a boat to get off the east. It took time to go back to Lin'an from the Central Plains. The route is much closer, which can save time.

For Li Jun, time is very important. The Northern Expedition should be prepared as soon as possible. Naturally, the sooner it is to return to Lin'an, the better. He didn't want to have any troubles and said, "They are grasshoppers in autumn. They can't grow and jump for a few days. Let's hurry up." He stepped on the horse's back, slapped the horse's back, and moved forward.

The Southern Song Dynasty was about to fight against the Central Plains, and the Mongols were not going to be rampant in the Central Plains. Li Jun said this to Duan Ganmu and the others, nodded in agreement, stepped on the horse, and followed Li Jun.

There was a constant grunt, and a worn-out ox cart slowly wriggling southward in the cold wind, and two clear ruts appeared on the ox cart. Four people were sitting in the ox cart, a middle-aged woman, an old woman, two children only five or six years old, a boy and a girl. The two children were sleeping soundly, and their little faces were blown red by the cold wind, as if they were ripe apples.

In addition to people, there are also household items, pots, bowls, plates, and shabby bedding and clothes on the ox cart. Not only are there few varieties, but there are also fewer numbers, and even half of the space in the ox cart is not only occupied. On the shaft, a middle-aged man in a shabby single-clothed dress kept hitting the cow with a whip and shouting, "Hurry up, run faster."

This is an old cow with a ten-year-old head, perhaps because he has not eaten enough for a long time. He is skinny and skinny, and the gasping sounds in his nostrils are not as loud as the singing of his bones, so where can he run?

The old lady was very pity and said, "Hui'er, please wait, don't suck too hard. Ah Huang has never eaten enough since she was born, has no strength, and can't run. Forget it, I'd better come down and leave, save some strength for Ah Huang." She stood up tremblingly and was about to walk down the ground.

The woman hurriedly pulled her and said, "Mom, don't go down, I'll leave if you want to leave." She pulled the old lady down and sat down to the ground, held the ox cart with her left hand, helped push the cart hard, and said, "Master, you can come down and go too."

"Damn, I understand." The middle-aged man jumped out of the car, took the rope, and pulled the old cow forward.

Two people were missing in the car at once, and more than 100 or 200 kilograms were lighter. The old cow might feel much more relaxed, and he accelerated his pace a little, and ran faster. However, because he had not eaten enough for a long time and had no strength, he could only stagger forward no matter how fast he was, and he was not much faster than a snail.

The old woman looked at the old cow with heartache and said, "Hui'er, do you still remember why Ah Huang hadn't eaten enough?" Tears were already seeping out of her eyes.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Mom, I remember, this is all the evil committed by the Tartars! Ah Huang was born, and his mother was slaughtered by the Tartars because of her fat and strong body. God is not open to his eyes and is so unfair to us ordinary people!" This sounds plain and no different from the common words of family members. However, only by savoring it carefully can you understand the infinite bitterness and endless pain.

He only said half of this, and half of it was not said. There was a reason why he did not feed the old cow named Ah Huang, that was, he was afraid that Ah Huang would grow too fat and slaughter the Mongols. In order to save Ah Huang's life, in today's terms, he could only give it a fixed amount to maintain its basic survival needs. Over the years, it was impossible to make Ah Huang fat. As the saying goes, "It is necessary for the cow to be good, but not for the cow to be full." How could that be good?

Livestock under Mongolian iron hooves have had such bitter experiences. You can imagine what kind of hard life the people live. If you look closely, you can make people cry.

The woman said angrily, "You are talking nonsense again." She looked around nervously, as if she was afraid of being heard by others.

The old lady also blamed her: "Hui'er, you are really. You're so old, you still can't control your mouth." She looked around and said: "If you want to say it, it's too late to speak again when you arrive in the court. If you arrive in the court, you can say whatever you want."

Although she said this in a tone of blame and admonition, the suffering contained in it was enough to make the iron man cry. This old lady had experienced more things in her life. The biggest and most important thing she had experienced in her life was the change of dynasty. Forty years ago, the Central Plains was under the iron hoof of the Jurchens. After the Jurchens occupied the Central Plains, they were rampant and did not treat the people as human beings at all. The people suffered more suffering.

The Jurchens were destroyed by the Mongolians, and the Central Plains followed suit and fell under the Mongols' iron hoof. The Mongol rule was even more cruel than the Jurchens, and the lives of the people were even more difficult. It was so difficult that if there were better animals at home, they would be slaughtered and eaten by the Mongols.

The Mongols’ sins are so great that they affect livestock!

"Oh, mom, I understand." The middle-aged man knew that the most painful years in his old lady's heart had come to his heart again, and comforted her and said, "Mom, don't be sad. When we arrive at the court, we will definitely live a good life."

The old lady nodded and didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, she said with emotion: "I heard that the current court is very good to the people. When we arrive in the court, we have food and clothes to wear." She shook the torn clothes on her body and said: "My mother has been wearing this clothes for twenty years and has not washed them. It's very smelly. It's not that she doesn't like to clean her, but that she doesn't dare to wash it. Once she washes it, she will have clothes to wear. She is a woman. If she doesn't have clothes to wear, she will be embarrassed."

The old lady's words were extremely bitter and could make anyone shed tears. If she didn't shed tears, it would only mean that he was some kind of ruthless cold-blooded animal. However, what was unexpected was that the old lady said very proudly. She said: "Hui'er, don't underestimate my mother's clothes. Although they are a little torn, they are dirty. They are really warm when worn, and they are even warmer than cotton jackets."

The clothes that have not been washed in 20 years are covered with dust and dirt. A thick layer is needed. If it is not warm when worn, it will be wrong. It is just that the smell of sweat is smelly and greasy, which is unbearable, especially those with particularly sensitive noses. However, as long as you get used to it, your nose will fail and you can't smell it at all.

Not to mention that the old lady's clothes are worn and dirty, the clothes on their family are the same, worn, dirty, dirty and foul, and stinky, which is enough to keep the dead alive. In addition, there are also thin, so thin that they need to use dirt to thicken the clothes to achieve the purpose of keeping warm.

"Mom, when you arrive in the court, the child will definitely farm well and change his mother to a new suit." The middle-aged man said with tears in his eyes and he said with great anticipation.

Now in the Central Plains, and have not yet reached the control area of ​​the Southern Song Dynasty. Although the wish is good, it is like a matter of mirage and water. It cannot be done accurately. However, the old lady was still very happy and encouraged her son and said, "Hui'er, don't just think about her mother. My mother's clothes have been worn for a long time, and it seems to be her mother's skin. If you don't need to change it, you should change it for your wife. Your wife follows you, and she will not tell you that she has given birth to a son, but she has suffered a lot with you."

The middle-aged man smiled excitedly and said, "Mom, don't worry, your son wants to change his wife's clothes and change it for his mother." He looked at the two children who were sleeping and didn't say anything, and he couldn't understand the meaning, but he wanted to change it for them.

The woman blushed and said, "You are the leader, you are really. How much money can you earn in farming? I heard that men from the court went to that factory to work, and they got a lot of money, so they could take three days a day. Let me leave the farming matters, you can do it."

I really want to look forward to it. Before I even reached the Southern Song Dynasty, I started to arrange my family affairs.

Who said that Li Jun was so successful in the Southern Song Dynasty? It was so successful that the staff was insufficient and his wages soared several times. Wages were the wages mentioned now. If the wages were high, the cost would be higher, which would reduce the competitiveness of the products. That would only be applicable when there was external competition. The current products of the Southern Song Dynasty were not only advantageous. Any product was sold to foreign countries, which was enough to be sold at a sky-high price, because these products could only be produced in the Southern Song Dynasty. If other countries did not even think about production, they would not even have to worry about competition.

The main purchase target in the domestic market is the court, especially the materials and equipment related to war, which is even purchased by the court. There is no shortage of market. As long as the product quality is good, the court will purchase it at a fair price, and manufacturers do not have to worry about not being able to sell it.

The inevitable consequence of high wages is that the living standards of the people are greatly improved. Due to the huge needs of the war and the promotion of Li Jun's policies, there were more and more factories in the Southern Song Dynasty, and various industries were developing. Although they were not yet of scale, the prospects were destined to be better.

It was the current success of the Southern Song Dynasty that the lives of the people improved greatly and lived a much happier life than before. It soon became a myth and spread throughout the country. After hearing this, the people in the Central Plains were unable to live and began to return to the court. This family of five was just one of them.

"Yes, yes, I'll go to work, I'll go to make a lot of money." The man said excitedly: "The family affairs are left to his wife."

The woman picked up a quilt from the ox cart and handed it to the man, saying, "Take it on your back and reduce the burden to Ah Huang." After the middle-aged man took it, he picked up a quilt and carried it on his back, saying, "Child, dad, go quickly. The next door has been away for several days, and we are behind."

"People live for hope" is a famous saying by a philosopher, and it really makes sense. People are like this. Once they have hope, they will immediately have motivation. Thinking of living a happy life in the Southern Song Dynasty, they suddenly became energetic. The middle-aged man responded, pulled the rope, and walked forward with big strides, which accelerated a lot.

Before they could go far, a sudden sound of horse hooves sounded. Five Mongolian cavalry pegases rushed over and shouted from a distance: "Niu Yuanhui, stop. Where are you, a traitor?"

Niu Yuanhui was the man's name. When he heard the words of the Mongolian cavalry, his face turned pale and there was no blood at all. It was almost like a white paper. He shivered and took a big step involuntarily interrupted and stood in the local area.

The woman and the old lady also reacted like him, her face turned pale, and she looked at the Mongolian cavalry who was coming in panic, with helpless pity in her eyes.

"You fucking traitor, you actually dare to betray the court." The leader of the Mongolian leader shouted, and the horse whip in his hand hit Niu Yuanhui, slapped his head and slapped him on his face. A deep blood mark appeared, and Niu Yuanhui let out a scream like a pig slaughtering.

The old woman felt sorry for her son and shouted, "Stop, you can't beat people around." She stood up tremblingly and was about to get off the car.

The little leader shook his wrist, and the horse whip turned around and hit her. The woman was anxious and flashed to the old lady. With a bang, the horse whip was just whipped on her back. The woman screamed in pain, and the pain was fading.

The little boss was about to beat him again, and suddenly pinched his nose and scolded, "It smells bad, it smells bad, it's so bad." He pulled the horse's head and ran far away, shouting, "Damn, how many years have you been washing clothes? It smells bad. It's dirty than a pig. Let's go, let me go, if you don't want to suffer, be good."

Just kidding, if the clothes that have not been washed for twenty years are not smelly, what else can be considered odor? People have stinky clothes, not humans. Mongolians have eaten cattle and sheep all their lives, and the smell of sheep is the real odor. He doesn't think it is true, "Big brother, don't talk about the second brother, don't talk about the eye sockets of the nose."

Niu Yuanhui begged for mercy and said, "Sir, please give the villain a way out..." Before he finished speaking, he interrupted the little leader with a loud shout and said, "Damn, if you don't leave, I will slaughter your son." He drew out the scimitar and looked at the two children who were shaking in the cold wind, with fierce eyes all over.

The old lady knew that it would be impossible not to leave, so she covered her two grandchildren with her body and said, "Hui'er, let's go."

Niu Yuanhui had no choice but to drive the ox cart and follow the Mongolian cavalry.
Chapter completed!