Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

"General, someone is here."

The soldier stood outside the tent. At this time, the sky was still dark, the fog was filled, and the sky was as dark as ink. Chen Baisong opened his eyes. It was clear that he was a waking person, but there was no sleepiness in his eyes. The awake person did not look like someone who just opened his eyes. , He sat up in a big jacket, put on his shoes and socks, and went out. The cold wind was violent and he became more energetic.

Chen Baisong looked into the distance and asked, "Who will be sent?"

The soldier: "It's an old thing with a big beard."

Chen Baisong frowned: "Ask your identity, who asks how old you are?"

The soldier was stunned: "Said it was the father of the arrested Master Zhang."

Chen Baisong: "Place the people first."

The soldier nodded and went straight down.

Chen Baisong then went back to put on his clothes again. In the barracks, he wore armor. The armor weighed more than 30 kilograms. Every time it was worn, it was troublesome. You had to let two soldiers work together to get dressed quickly. Sweaty, his clothes all wet, and there was no condition in the army to cleanse every day, Chen Baisong himself felt that he was almost stinking.

The soldier held up his breastplate and put it on Chen Baisong. When he got close, he moved his nose and smiled: "If the general marries a wife in the future, I am afraid that the bride will be smoked to death on the wedding night."

The other soldier also laughed: "The general is willing to marry a wife or not. We general heroes, how can a daughter not love?"

"You don't understand this, right? Women love gentle scholars."

Chen Baisong puts on his armor: "Since you talk so much, just stay in this tent today, talk well and never stop for a moment."

The soldiers looked at each other and quickly said: "General, I don't have much to say to him. I have the ability to gossip. It's better to kill a few more enemies on the battlefield, right?"

Chen Baisong took a step forward, followed by his own soldiers.

He defeated Runing a few months ago. Lin Yuan has not sent anyone to pick him up. He can only guard him first. Although Chen Bosong can fight, he doesn’t know how to deal with matters. He thinks of a simple way. Outside the city, soldiers are not allowed to enter the city to harm the people, and people inside are not allowed to go in or out. Runing is a big city, and the fields inside are enough for food. Even if you surround it for a few years, you will not die of starvation.

As for the original officials of Runing, they are now under strict supervision in the barracks.

Runing was difficult to fight. Chen Baisong dealt with them for half a year. He didn't know how many games he played. There were back and forth, and it took quite a while to win.

But in the end it was lucky to be able to take it down. The city of Runing is rich in land, with countless wealthy households, strong troops, sufficient food and grass, and the city wall is high. If they are hard to support, Chen Baisong really has no good way.

After all, it is difficult to siege the city. Even if there is a siege device, the inside cannot open the city gate and hold on with them with their lives. Chen Baisong's 100,000 army will eventually have to go back.

A hundred thousand people have to eat as much food as they need to eat. They can’t get Runing, and it’s difficult to rely on the food delivered.

Fortunately, Runing was unwilling to drag it. If it kept dragging on, Chen Baisong would have nothing to do.

Runing has a total of 50,000 troops. These 50,000 troops have not yet been counted as auxiliary soldiers, and they are all young and strong. They have not taken advantage of the old, weak, sick and disabled. The weapons in their hands are all sharp weapons, not to mention that they are backed by Runing. Dacheng, can defend and attack, hide in the city when the situation is not good, send archers to help.

Chen Baisong walked into the big tent, and saw the old man sitting inside. The old man was wearing a commoner, rough and simple, not a bit like a rich family, with a gray beard, but a bit of a fairy tale. It looks like, it's a pity that Chen Baisong is used to the fake appearances of Chen Banxian and the group, and he really can't raise any respect.

"Why did Lao Zhang come here?" Chen Baisong sat behind the case.

The old man stood up and handed over to Chen Baisong: "I have seen the general. I am seventy-four this year, old man. I have been alive in a few years. I came here today to ask for grace for my Zhang family."

Chen Baisong's eyes were like torches: "Oh? Lao Zhang said."

The old man said calmly: "Dare to ask the general, why not lead the army into the city?"

Chen Baisong smiled and said, "Lao Zhang came to beg me for a favor, but he asked me about it. I don't know who is the winner now and who is the prisoner?"

The old man laughed: "The general does not have to use these words to embarrass the little old man. If the general has the courage, just lead the army into the city, why bother to be stationed in this barren land outside the city? As long as the general let my son go, the little old man will be in the city. It's a bit thin, and every family must take care of their families and welcome the general into the city. If you have the face, why not do it?"

"My son is not an important person either. The general will let him go, and twice will be cheaper. Isn't that a good thing?"

Chen Baisong nodded: "It's a good thing."

The old man's expression did not change, but he was still relieved.

"How many sons does Lao Zhang have?" Chen Baisong asked.

Old man: "The little old man is not in good health. This is the only son. Otherwise, I won't be able to ask the general to come up today.

Chen Baisong smiled and said: "Since the old man is here, you don't have to be busy walking. First go to meet your precious son and talk about the relationship between father and son."

The old man was taken aback, before he had time to speak, Chen Baisong greeted his soldiers: "Take this old man to see Master Zhang, clean up his residence, and stay for a few days before talking."

The words fell silent, the old man wanted to say something more, but the soldiers were already standing in front of him. Both soldiers were big and thick, with a fierce face and a murderous intent that had been battle-tested. Take your mouth, and follow the soldiers out.

"Sir, is my son okay?" Lao Zhang asked again and again, following the soldiers.

He has only one son, which is different from other big families in the city. He has no son, and there is a second one, just a few deaths in a row. He is not afraid that he will only have one son without a son to inherit the incense and continue the family. It's over ten, even if I want to regenerate, I can't give birth.

The soldiers laughed at him: "Did you not be so awkward in front of our general just now? Think that our general is afraid of you? If you want me to say, you should castrate your son, use his thing to soak the wine in front of you , You know that our general is not easy to mess with."

The old man's face was green.

He wanted to swear, but people had to bow their heads under the eaves, because he wanted to lower his posture.

The guards took him through the tent and came to an open space. Naturally, no cell could be built here, but the cage on the prison car was still made out. However, it was even more awkward than in the cell. The cell could still move around. At most, he turned sideways, eating and drinking Lazarus in this cage, the soldiers came up with a way, in order to facilitate the cleaning, the cage was placed with dry straw, which was changed every few days.

The old man saw that tears came down immediately.

"My son, my son!" The old man rushed to the cage and looked at the son sitting inside. He was so dirty and smelly that he was so stinky. The son who was originally decent now has his beard all over his face and he is not very thin. , But now it looks like a savage.

The old man snorted in pain: "My son!"

"Savage" Master Zhang also rushed to the cage, and the man in his thirties cried with his nose and tears, "Father, daddy, save me! This is not a place for people to stay!"

The old man took his son's hand with good maintenance: "Son, listen to your father, and bear with it. Father will definitely save you. The general will not let go. Father said, if he lets you out, he will welcome him. Into the city."

Master Zhang widened his eyes: "What does he want? He doesn't agree, what does he want?"

"Oh, you've been here for so long, you don't know why he keeps you locked up?" The old man whispered, "He has you locked up, he must use you for some benefits, but I don't know what he wants. benefit."

Lord Zhang also lowered his voice: "It's not asking for money or someone!"

"Since he doesn't want to enter the city, he must be asking for gold and women, father, give it to him, give it to him, tell him to let me go."

The old man nodded repeatedly: "Give it all, give it all, as long as you can be released, father will give him everything."

Master Zhang also breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that his family would definitely find a way to save him, but he was always worried that the family would not dare to use all of his wealth to rescue him. After all, he still has a son. Although his son is still young, he may die, but that is also Zhang. The blood of the family.

He even thought that if he had no son, or his son died, maybe his chances of being saved would be higher.

"Is it enough?" The soldier rolled his eyes and lifted the man up by the old man's arm. "If you see enough, you can leave. I really think the barracks are yours. What do you want to do? How long do you want to stay? ?"

The old man quickly said: "Just leave, Bingye, my son has not suffered anything, and he has not done anything bad. Please don't lock him up here, let him share the account with me, okay? We are stuck. In the barracks, we couldn’t escape, and we didn’t even want to run.”

The soldier smiled: "You old man is very interesting, come on, come with us, the general is silent, no one in this barracks dare to accept you, even if you have gold, no one dares to ask for it."

The old man drew his arms for a while, wondering if the gold in his hand should be taken out.

The soldier: "Come on here, old man, you are very old, and the smell is not good to stay here."

Not to mention, I can’t feel it. Once I said that, the old man also found the smell here to be unpleasant. The Zhang family is also a big family in Runing, with everything that should be there. There are hundreds of servants in the family. Hands on.

There is the smell of feces and urine, and there is an indescribable stench, which makes people faint and dizzy.

Master Zhang subconsciously took a deep breath, his legs softened and he almost fainted.

The soldiers supported him: "Old man, at such an old age, why don't you enjoy the good fortune at home, why do you come out? Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, right?"

Master Zhang covered his mouth for fear of vomiting out.

He looked at the smile on the soldier's face, and wanted to spit at the man severely, and then asked someone to drag it out and hit the board, it was best to kill the matter directly.

But now, he can only say to the soldier born with mud legs: "Master soldier, I will go slowly, I will go slowly."

Master Zhang was sitting on the stone pier beside him, his hands trembling all the time.

What does General Chen want?

Money, power, beauty?