The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 36 Ji Xiao's New Book
"Let others weigh Shen Yuanliang first, and we will take action later!"

The big boss "Zuoshandiao" pulled the corner of his mouth, and a chilling light flashed in his eyes. After hesitating for a while, he spoke cautiously to ensure that nothing could go wrong.

Who doesn't like money? Isn't it for the silver that they work so hard?

In the past, intimidated by the prestige of Master Wang, Huya Mountain could only become a minion of the Wang family, and even the robbed property had to be split with the Wang family in a 3:7 ratio, with Huya Mountain taking 30% and Wang family taking 70%.

Now that Master Wang is dead, the Wang family has such a big piece of fat meat right in front of them. Anyone who dares to stop them from eating the meat will die.

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"One tael of silver per month is enough for three meals a day, and there is also three taels of silver for settling down. If you die, you will also get thirty taels of silver for cremation and burial. This is much better than being a soldier."

"If we can't find a way out, the six of us in my family will starve to death. The Shen family still has a good reputation. Just for this treatment, I am willing to work hard or even rebel."

Three days later, after a notice recruiting servants was posted outside Shenjiawu Fort, the entire Jingbian Fort and even Yongning City were filled with noise.

Many people put on the only warm cotton-padded clothes in their homes, braved the biting cold wind, and walked step by step towards Shenjiawu Fort, ready to make a living under Shen Yuanliang.

Now is the dead of winter, and coupled with the Battle of Sarhu at the beginning of the year, the price of grain in areas outside the Great Wall has been rising steadily, changing every day, from seven cents of silver before, to one tael and five cents, and then to two taels and three cents now.

Many poor people have no food to eat, and the rise in food prices is the last straw that breaks the camel's back, crushing the already overwhelmed families.

Shen Yuanliang's recruitment of servants may be the last ray of hope for many people on the verge of despair, and for ambitious people, it is also a rare opportunity to change their destiny.

At noon, there was a huge crowd of people outside the fort, and not far away there were many more people rushing over, like streams converging into a river.

There were ten thousand people, and it seemed boundless. Outside the fortress there were at least five or six thousand people, if not ten thousand. It was majestic and spectacular.

“Brother Yuanliang, there are too many people, they are so pitiful!”

"How about we recruit some more people?"

On the towering city wall, Li Wan'er leaned against the parapet, leaned out, and looked at the people outside the wall who were shivering in thin clothes and cold, and she couldn't help but feel sympathy.

"For now, we can only recruit 300 people. We can recruit another batch of servants in a month, but not now."

"Aren't there still 10,000 dan of moldy grain in the warehouse? Wan'er, arrange for people to set up ten porridge stalls so that everyone can have a bowl of hot porridge."

Shen Yuanliang, wearing a moon-white cotton coat and fox fur, shook his head. The most important thing at this stage was to train a group of usable personnel, even if it was just to wave flags and shout slogans to boost morale.

After half an incense stick of time, the thick porridge cooked under the red fire exudes an enticing fragrance that makes people salivate.

With the help of the eighty servants who had been trained, everyone lined up obediently. If anyone was seen cutting in line or making trouble, they would be hit with a jujube wood stick as thick as an arm and the person would behave themselves.

Drinking the hot porridge in the bowl, everyone felt their stomachs burning. They couldn't help but feel better about Shen Yuanliang, and even the Shen family.

Even though it was moldy stale grain, no one would care as long as it could fill their stomachs. On weekdays, they ate wheat bran and whole grains, and they could only eat rice during the harvest.

Even if the gentry and powerful have mountains of grain in their homes and the grain has gone moldy, they are unwilling to give it to the poor people. Only those families who are kind-hearted would occasionally open a porridge stall.

"We don't want the slick people in the city or the countryside, we don't want the old soldiers, we don't want the city people who are used to seeing the government, and we don't want those with white and tender skin." "We only want honest people with calluses on their hands."

According to the military selection criteria in the Jixiao Xinshu, Shen Yuanliang gave priority to those who were poor and made their living as miners or farmers. At first glance, they were honest and hardworking, and could endure hardships.

It doesn't matter whether they are physically strong or not. Shen Yuanliang can make up for it through acquired means and make them stronger. However, it is difficult to change one's nature, and those slick people will only bring bad morale and are not desirable.

As for smart people, Shen Yuanliang chose soldiers who obey orders rather than generals who command thousands of troops.

"From today on, you are the servants of my Shen family."

"I only ask one thing of you: obey, obey, and obey. Anyone who is unwilling to obey orders can leave now."

On the high platform, Shen Yuanliang was wearing armor and holding a sharp sword. He stared at the three hundred people who were crooked in the parade ground with a grim gaze, like a tiger descending from the mountain, making everyone dare not look directly at him and tremble with fear.

"Turn left, turn right..."

"The hand you eat with is your right hand, the right side. Don't make any mistake."

Throughout the afternoon, under the training of Shen Yuanliang, the three hundred newly recruited servants, plus the eighty servants who had surrendered before, trained the formations over and over again without getting tired.

The movements are simple but extremely boring, and they test one's patience. Only "honest people" will persevere. Even if they are very tired, they will grit their teeth and persevere.

"dinner time!"

As the sun set, four or five hundred people, feeling sore all over and sweating profusely, lined up consciously. Long, winding queues spread out in the dock.

The sight of the piles of rice and the greasy fat made everyone salivate and they devoured the food ravenously. All the previous hard work and fatigue were worth it and they no longer had any complaints.

It smells so good! As long as I can eat enough, I can do anything, not to mention there is a lot of fat meat!

At the same time, in the newly renovated study, candles as thick as arms emitted dazzling light, illuminating the entire study in detail, as if it were daytime.

"The lay disciples of Shaolin Temple are in some trouble."

Under the bright candlelight, Shen Yuanliang took out three martial arts secret books from his arms, "The Great Stone Smashing Hand", "Arhat Fist" and "Vajra Palm". He rubbed his head and muttered to himself.

These three martial arts secret books were accidentally found by Shen Yuanliang in the secret compartment of the secret room after he killed Master Wang. They were filled with dense notes and the paper was very old.

Among them, "Big Stone Smashing Hand" is one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, and "Arhat Fist" and "Vajra Palm" are the entry-level exercises of Shaolin Temple, which are used to strengthen the muscles and bones.

Even though the Ming Dynasty was divided between the Five Mountains Sword Sect and the Sun Moon Divine Sect, everyone in the martial arts world knew about the Five Mountains Sword Sect and even the poor people in the mountains knew of its reputation.

However, the most hidden ones are the Shaolin Temple representing Buddhism and the Wudang Sect representing Taoism. The Five Mountains Sword Sect is just a target they pushed to the forefront to attract firepower.

Shen Yuanliang killed the lay disciples of Shaolin Temple. The conflict between the two was irreconcilable. Faced with the attack of such a behemoth, Shen Yuanliang was under great pressure.

(End of this chapter)