In the late Ming Dynasty, the country competed for the deer

The second year of Chongzhen.

Sujia Village, Baoji County.

On the straw bed of the dilapidated cave in the west of the village lies a tall but emaciated young man.

Wearing washed and faded linen clothes with patches on them.

Su He lies in bed in a daze. He has just crossed over and is digesting the memory in his brain.

He is now a 20-year-old farmer in Shaanxi at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

The original owner, also called Su He, worked for the village gentry Su Ju's family in the slack season.

In the past two years, there has been a continuous drought. This year, there has been a large-scale locust plague, and the fields have no harvest.

The food stored at home was consumed three days ago, and the family lived on only the bark.

The original owner is responsible for feeding pigs in Sujiazhuang. In order for his family to survive, he is going to steal some rice bran for feeding pigs.

This time, Suju people killed pigs for dinner. The pig farm manager took people to slaughter pigs.

He took the opportunity to steal some rice bran and ran home, so frightened and hungry that he fainted at the door.

Su He turned to look at his mother cooking beside the stove.

Su Mu is less than 40 years old. Because she supports the family alone and works hard, she has become old.

Su Mu woke up when she saw Su He and smiled.

"I don't know how long this rice bran will last. Suhe, you can't steal any more rice bran. It's very dangerous. If you are found, you will be killed."

Su Li sighed while cooking.

"Master Su is greeting the county people. When the taxes are collected this year, the family has no money. What can we do now.

The land of our family is dedicated to Su Ju people, and we have to pay 60% rent.

Why should I pay taxes!

Master Li of the next village wants 70% rent, but he doesn't have to pay taxes. They still have some grain left. "

Su Lishi took out a bowl of yellow paste from the pot and handed it to Su He. When he walked to Su He, he looked sad and talked about paying taxes with Su He.

Su He remembered that it was terrible not to pay taxes. The government would beat him to death and put him in prison. No one could get out alive.

He slowly ate the rice bran with a spoon. The taste was very bitter. It was more difficult to swallow. The food cut his throat like a knife.

But this is already good food. Most of the poor farmers in the village began to gnaw at the bark.

Dong! Dong! Qiang!

A sound of gongs and drums came from outside, which was the signal that the officials and petty officials would announce tax collection in the village.

"It's a disaster, it's a disaster! Sister in law, it's a disaster in your family."

An anxious voice sounded outside the door.

A skinny middle-aged man came into the room, dressed in ragged linen clothes.

Su He recognized the man, his uncle Su Wuniu, the village blacksmith.

"Uncle, what happened?"

Su He saw that Su Wuniu was going to fall down out of breath, so he hurried forward to help him.

Su Wuniu took a breath and said quickly, "The magistrate just announced that the grain tax will be levied tomorrow.

This time, the taxes have been increased again. I heard that the emperor will increase Liao rates.

They can't see the drought, and they are starving to death. How can they pay taxes on grain? "

He looked at Su He and said, "Your excellency also informed that there was a rebellion in northern Shaanxi, and the county master Zun wanted to levy corvee to transport food to the health office. There are thirty places in our village, including nephews."

Su Mu's face turned white and her hands were trembling.

"My son! You must find a way to escape. You must not go.

Your father was conscripted to deliver food to Liaodong and died outside.

None of the corveers in our village came back alive. "

Su Mu looked sad and said with a tearful voice.

She watched Su He shed tears.

"You don't have to worry about motherhood.

Our family suffered a disaster last year, and the grain output was reduced by more than half. To pay rent and taxes.

Our family borrowed money from Su Juren, and now the capital has risen to ten liang.

If you do corvee, no one will farm the land and pay the interest. Su Ju will kill me.

I am too weak to run. You must run away when you are young. You can't stop the Su family. "

Su's mother explained her future. She knew that the family could not survive this time, and she could live one by one.

"Mother, don't worry. I have a way to deal with it. Our mother and son will live well."

Su He spoke confidently and firmly.

When he heard that the court had raised taxes and that he was being levied into corvee, he knew that there was no way out.

In front of him, there were only two ways to escape and resist.

It is not advisable to run away to be a refugee. The history books summarize the refugees in the late Ming Dynasty.

"When you are hungry at the age of, people eat each other."

Su He can only choose to rebel, and he is very confident of the success of the rebellion.

Every time at the end of the dynasty, when farmers were forced into such a desperate situation, they would cry out: "How kind of princes and generals are!"

Su He felt that his rebellion had a high success rate.

He was familiar with dragon slaughtering, learned the rise and fall of dynasties from childhood, and the reasons for the failure of peasant uprisings.

I have read the History of Modern Industrial Development, Militia Military Training Manual and other books.

Su He picked up a bowl of rice bran and handed it to Su Wuniu, "Uncle, you have worked hard. This bowl of rice bran is for you to cushion your stomach."

Su Wuniu reached for it and immediately poured it into his mouth, gobbling it up.

Su He looked at Su Wuniu and said, "Uncle, your family is out of food."

"In this world, even if I have money, I can't buy food. What's more, I don't have money. I've been gnawing bark for two days.

Now all the trees have been stripped, and they are waiting to eat the soil. "

Su Wuniu's voice trembled as he spoke.

He had seen people in the village who were hungry and eager to eat dirt, and died after eating it in the morning and at night.

"Uncle, we want to live only by rebelling, and we can have enough food if we succeed.

Your family is out of food. My aunt and cousin are starving. "

When Su Wuniu heard of the rebellion, his face turned white with fear, and his voice trembled: "The rebellion would kill his head."

"If you can't pay your taxes, the government will take you away, and your aunt and cousin can still live."

When Su Wuniu heard Su He's words, he gritted his teeth and got entangled.

Su He saw Su Wuniu's intention, and he continued to persuade him.

"Uncle, to starve is to die, and to behead is to die.

We have come to a desperate situation. Why don't we fight for it!

I am now fully confident that I will succeed in my work.

Nephew, I cheat others, but I can't cheat you! "

Su He's confident manner convinced Su Wuniu.

"Nephew, you are right. I don't know if I can survive tomorrow even if I have a bad life

Su Wuniu also wants to understand that if he lives in the present, he can't live any longer. He wants to rebel and kill his head.

Su He was very happy to hear Su Wuniu's agreement.

This story can impress Su Wuniu and others.

The oppression of feudal imperial power in the face of death is not a matter.

He went to Su Wuniu and said, "Uncle, go to find the other 29 people on the list of corvees.

Tell them I have a way to stop them from performing corvee.

Don't tell them about the rebellion.

If someone doesn't come, don't rush.

All the people will find together and take them to my yard. "

"It's easy. You can leave it to me!"

Su Wuniu then turned and went out.

"My mother boiled all the rice bran in our family into a paste. I don't need to keep it. I have to have enough food to do something important."

Su's mother saw Su He was very assertive, and she didn't stop her, so she couldn't go on happily, so she went to the stove to make rice bran paste.

Su He also turned around and went out. In addition to the conscripts, he had to find some helpers.

If you want to succeed in the rebellion, you must have an absolute core.

This core must be him to grasp the direction of rebellion.

It is impossible to convince people by mouth alone. He must have a direct team.