The weather is getting a little cold.
Chen Shuncai tightened his clothes.
The cold wind blew by, and he shivered subconsciously.
Autumn in Beijing is colder than in Guanzhong.
This was his biggest feeling after following the Han army flag back to Beijing.
The days without fighting are good, but the whole person is easy to be idle.
And once people are free, they tend to have random thoughts.
For example, Chen Shuncai is now thinking about whether the Qing Dynasty is destined to be the destiny of heaven and whether it can rule the world.
A year ago, he would never have had such doubts.
At that time, the Eight Banners Army was invincible and invincible in the world.
Even half a year ago, he wouldn't have thought this way.
It's just that the process is a bit difficult, but the Qing army will definitely win.
But now Chen Shuncai had to doubt the things he once believed in.
His transformation was driven by fear.
The fear comes from repeated defeats.
Chen Shuncai even experienced many of them personally.
He had close contact with death several times and walked through the gates of hell several times.
He discovered that the Qing army was not invincible.
The Shandong Ming Army can defeat them, and the Sichuan Ming Army can also defeat them.
The so-called Eight Banners have less than 10,000 people and they are invincible.
This is nothing more than a self-deception lie.
The Qing army was also made up of human beings, and as long as they were human beings they would be injured and bleed, and if they bleed too much, they would die.
The most terrifying thing is that Qing soldiers also have fear.
Once fear is generated, it will be very difficult to dispel.
Just like Chen Shuncai himself, his fear of the Ming army, especially the Shence army, has been buried deep in his heart.
Now whenever he hears Ming Jun, his calves will become weak subconsciously and his whole body will tremble.
How can such an army and such soldiers fight a good war?
Chen Shuncai firmly believed that there were countless people like him in the Qing army, but some were just too strong not to show it.
"Hey, I really don't know when days like this will end."
Now Chen Shuncai just hopes that these days will end soon.
Win or lose, don't let people put their hearts in their throats again.
This feeling is really too painful.
"Brother Chen, something serious has happened."
Chen Shuncai was stunned for a moment, what happened?
He stood up and walked to the door and pushed it open.
When he saw it was Hu Zi, he said, "What happened?"
Huzi sighed and said, "Brother Chen, you still don't know that the imperial court wants people under the Han Army Banner to pay silver as a stipend."
"Assistance" Of course Chen Shuncai understood the meaning of these two words, but he felt a little unbelievable.
"We are bannermen.
There is no reason for bannermen to help pay for the army."
In Chen Shuncai's existing understanding, the bannermen were aloof beings.
Not only did the banner people not need to pay, but they could also receive money on time every month, which was the so-called hard-core harvest.
Chen Shuncai has been like this since he was carried into the Han army flag.
This is true before entering the customs, and it is also true after entering the customs.
This is the tradition of the Eight Banners, how can it be easily changed?
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"You are talking about the old Huangli.
Now the court is implementing the New Deal.
Even the flag soldiers have to donate military salary."
"The same is true for the Manchu Eight Banners" Chen Shuncai asked subconsciously.
Huzi rolled his eyes and said, "Brother Chen, what are you thinking about?
The decree issued by the regent this time clearly stipulates the scope of donations that need to be made, including the Green Camp, the Eight Han Banners, and the Eight Mongolian Banners.
The Manchu Eight Banners are not here " Although Chen Shuncai knew that this was definitely the result, he still felt very uncomfortable when he found out.
Why are those from the Manchu Eight Banners exempt from financial aid?
Why do those from the Han and Mongolian Eight Banners have to pledge donations?
Is it true that the Manchurian bannermen are a head taller than other bannermen?
"According to what you say, we will definitely donate."
After holding it in for a long time, Chen Shuncai sighed.
He did have a lot of money in savings, but it was all buried in the yard of his home, and no one should know about it.
But if he didn't donate any money, Ben Niulu would be inexplicable.
If the trouble comes to Gushan Ezhen or the flag owner and he is treated as a model and punished, wouldn't it be impossible for gods to save him?
Of course, Chen Shuncai would not be such a standout person with his compromising character.
But he was still a little unwilling to give away the money like this.
"You must donate.
Firstly, I am here to tell Brother Chen the news so that you can be mentally prepared in advance.
Secondly, I am here to discuss with you how much is appropriate to donate."
After Huzi finished speaking, he looked at Chen Shuncai eagerly, waiting for the big brother to speak.
In terms of age, Chen Shuncai was a whole round older than Huzi, but he didn't have much experience in dealing with this kind of thing.
He swallowed and hesitated several times before sighing: "How about this?
Let's pledge ten taels first."
"Twelve" Huzi rolled his eyes: "I'm afraid it's not enough."
"Then how much did you say?"
"At least this number."
Huzi stretched out three fingers.
"Thirty Liang" Chen Shuncai asked with some pain.
"Three hundred taels" Huzi said without hesitation.
"You can't pass the test without three hundred taels.
Niu Lu Zhangjing alone won't nod.
They will think you are sending beggars away."
"Hey, three hundred taels, this is an open grab."
Chen Shuncai looked in disbelief.
“It really takes this much” "This is still more.
I just said a minimum number.
I said Brother Chen, you can't even get three hundred taels, right?"
Huzi spread his hands and said.
"Of course I can afford three hundred taels, but these are all the things I have saved so hard.
I can't bear to just donate them."
He had followed the Qing army in plundering for so many years, and he must have earned a fortune of several hundred taels of silver.
But the problem is that after donating all the money, what can he eat and drink?
Fighting now is no better than before.
Not to mention not being able to grab anything, it is even harder to win.
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"I'm not willing to give in."
Hu Zi curled his lips and said, "There's no point in not being willing to give in.
I'm not willing to give in.
I don't have to donate money obediently.
Don't forget that you are a bannerman.
The banner chief wants to punish you in ten thousand ways."
The corner of Chen Shuncai's mouth twitched: "Three hundred taels is too much, why don't you take out two hundred taels first?"
"Oh, I see you, Brother Chen, are very understanding on weekdays, but why do you get confused at the critical moment?
Can you try this kind of thing?
If you piss off the superiors and let the flag master remember you, you will lose your rank even if you don't die.
Skin."
Huzi pulled Chen Shuncai and said, "Do you want money or your life?"
"I, I" Chen Shuncai couldn't talk any more as he spoke.
He plopped down on the ground, hugged his head and cried.
"I'm not willing to give in.
I'm not willing to give in.
Why, why should they?"
"Brother Chen, the banner leader is Gushan Ezhen and Niulu Zhangjing.
They eat meat and we drink soup.
Now they ask us to vomit out all the soup we have eaten.
Do we dare not to vomit?"
Huzi swallowed and spat and said: "You can keep the green hills without fear of running out of firewood.
It's useless for you to compete with Qili right now.
If you should bow your head, you should bow your head."
Chen Shuncai felt that these words were very familiar.
Hasn't he always been like this for half his life?
He has to live in this world by making the best of everything.
In the past, when he was a slave, even a bannerman could bully him at will.
Later he raised the flag, and fewer people bullied him, but those Manchu bannermen could still take advantage of him.
He lives a miserable life
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