Everyone will be very busy in the next few days. Disorganizing the entire army and redistributing them is easy to say, but it is a thousand times more difficult to do it.

First of all, let’s talk about the Pei Jiajun’s own internal camp. If you transfer all the capable generals under the generals to serve in other battalions, will these generals agree? Do you have any objections in your heart? Not to mention some promotions and some reductions.

If you don't move, it will be even more troublesome to do.

Secondly, for those surrendered soldiers who are sitting on the ground, they have to be more careful when doing things, but there are some things that they have to do. For example, they disperse all the soldiers under a certain general, mix them with the soldiers of the Pei family, and then regroup.

There are quite a few contradictions involved in forming a battalion.

During this period, there were dozens of fights in the camp in just a few days. If there was no hint of a surrendered general behind it, even a fool would not believe it.

So these days, the busiest person in the Pei family army is military judge Guo Rucong. Every day in almost every camp, someone gets beaten up for fighting. The scene of dozens of people getting slapped together every day is almost astonishing.

It became a scene in the camp. He even had several heads chopped off.

After more than ten days of tossing, all the soldiers were finally assigned to each battalion, each town, and officers of all levels were gradually assigned to their posts. The situation gradually stabilized. Especially after Liu Zhizu was sent away, Pei Xiao

2 can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

On this day, Pei Xiaoer was on his way back to the city after inspecting the camp.

After several days of hard work by Liu Xianchun and a group of people, Wenxi County has finally regained some of its popularity. At least a few rice shops scattered on the street have opened for business.

Pei Xiaoer led a few soldiers and walked on the streets of Wenxi County. The streets that used to be bustling and bustling with people coming and going now seemed extremely depressed, with only a few people passing by in a hurry from time to time.

From time to time, you can see collapsed houses after being burned by fires, black roof beams, and scattered bricks and stones randomly thrown on the ground, making them look devastated. Fortunately, the bodies of those who died tragically in the war can be seen on the street.

, had been packed up and buried in a mass grave outside the city. Otherwise, walking on the street, you can see corpses everywhere, which would be horrifying.

"Alas," Pei Xiaoer sighed, "In prosperity, the people suffer, in death, the people suffer. Take your time! Some things don't happen overnight. Let's recover little by little."

As I was walking, I suddenly saw a noodle shop opening under the guise of a roadside restaurant ahead of me.

The noodle shop is just in front of the street corner, but business is very slow. It's already dinner time and there's not a single person eating.

Pei Xiaoer rubbed his belly and decided to have a meal here. Thinking about it, he came to the noodle shop and found a relatively clean table. He greeted the captain of the soldiers, Hu Shian, and the two soldiers, and the four of them sat down together.

Come down.

"Boss, here are four bowls of noodles."

"Here you go, sir, what kind of noodles do you want?"

The owner of the noodle shop is a middle-aged man in his 40s, not tall, with a simple and honest face, and a naive smile.

“Let’s have four bowls of somen noodles!”

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

After a while, several bowls of steaming noodles were brought to the table by the boss.

Pei Xiaoer took the noodles in front of him, stirred them with chopsticks, picked up the noodles and stuffed them into his mouth. Suddenly a smell of wheat flavor poured into his mouth. Although there was not much oil or water, the noodle shop owner added a spoonful of broth and started eating.

Extraordinarily sweet.

"Boss, your craftsmanship is pretty good."

"That's right, my craftsmanship is passed down from my ancestors. I have been making noodles since my great-grandfather's generation." When the boss heard someone praising the deliciousness of his noodles, he immediately started boasting proudly.

"Boss, your craftsmanship is so good, do you think you can do business with me?"

"Business, let's just leave it that way. Some time ago, Wenxi County was occupied by the rogue bandit called Sitting Tiger who was cut into pieces with a thousand cuts. That rogue was not a good person. He did all sorts of evil things, including burning, killing, and looting. My family

My daughter-in-law was robbed by them and taken to the military camp, and when she came back she was already a corpse." When he talked about sad things, the boss's face became sad.

"Then boss, since the ground tiger is so useless, why don't you run away?"

"Run. Where can we go? Our family has been in Wenxi County for generations, making a living by selling noodles. After leaving Wenxi County, people living in rural areas are humble, so where can we ordinary people go?

"

Having said this, the boss's complexion became better again, and his eyes revealed his longing for the future.

"But it's better now. Now the tiger who killed a thousand swords has been killed. I heard that the new guy is called General Pei. This General Pei's soldiers are different from ordinary soldiers! They are simply better than the officers and soldiers.

Yesterday, a few big soldiers came to my place for dinner, and I already thought I was unlucky. In the past, no one paid for meals, whether they were officers, soldiers or bandits. But General Pei's soldiers actually ate honestly.

I paid the money. Based on this, I just wish it would be great if General Pei could stay here forever and not leave!"

The boss talked endlessly, as if he wanted to say all the things he had been holding in his heart for several years.

"He probably won't leave. By the way, I heard that in Wenxi County, General Pei issued an order saying that in order to restore the people's power, the people must suspend the payment of taxes. That means you don't have to pay taxes when selling noodles. You

Have you ever heard of these things?"

"I heard it, I heard it." When he mentioned the good thing, the boss started to get excited. "Two days ago, a Mr. Liu Xianchun gathered all the business people in Wenxi County and said it was us.

In the next one year, you will be tax-free when doing business, and you won’t have to pay a fortune (copper coins).

I never thought that I, Old Man Tian, ​​would be able to receive tax-free treatment once in this life. It’s like smoke rising from the graves of my ancestors, and I have accumulated great virtues.”

"By the way, boss, I heard that the imperial court had exempted business taxes a long time ago. How can you say that you have never experienced tax exemption in this life?"

"Shit, when did the imperial court say that commercial taxes will be exempted? Anyway, I have never heard of it. Our family has to pay taxes every year. Those tax officials want to tear down our houses and take them away.

Tax."

Pei Xiaoer was silent. As far as he knew, in the fiscal revenue of the Ming Dynasty, it had been a long time since he had received a copper coin from the local commercial tax. However, the common people did pay commercial taxes every year, so among them

Where did the money go? This is a question worth pondering.
Chapter completed!