A sudden heavy rain completely cleaned the heat that had been lingering in the south of the Yangtze River for many days.

The sun immediately became much gentler. The wind came from the north, and it also brought a slight dry and cool breath. Scholars began to shake their fans, form associations and sing, make friends through literature, and plan their way out for their future. The vendors also took advantage of the gift of God to give face to quickly place all kinds of novel goods in the most conspicuous place of the shop, in order to sell them at a good price when customers pass by the door. The farmers in the villages took advantage of the summer before they were completely over, picked the seasonal fruits and fruits from the fields and picked them into the city to give the "noble people" some fresh food in exchange for the food they had in the family.

Peaceful, peaceful, and orderly. If it weren't for the disrepaired official roads, there were often letters carrying corner flags galloping past, and the people really forgot that war was actually close.

Xu Shouhui, Zhu Chongba, Liu Futong, and Monk Peng, all the familiar names made Mr. Dalu Huachi sleepless at night, and when the common people mentioned these people, they felt a different feeling.

The Red Turban Army robbed the rich and helped the poor. Okay, everyone had no overnight food at home. Of course, they were not afraid of the Red Turban Army coming to rob them. The Red Turban Army killed officials and robbed prisons. Okay, everyone had no officials at home. Those men who were arrogant and virtuous in the yamen would die. What's the matter with everyone? But after the Red Turban Army occupied a place, they collected money and were even more cruel than the second master of the Semester. After robbing the animals, they pulled women, which made everyone unbearable. Even under the rule of the Mongolian master, there was still a rule to follow. If you want to say that the Red Turban Army was a miserable person, how could you be more vicious than the Mongolian master?

The only one who made everyone feel that they couldn't hate was Zhu Chongjiu. It was not that the image of this butcher was so taller than that of other Red Turban leaders, but that some of his practices had brought visible influences to various parts of Jiangnan, benefiting most people, and making most people think that his existence was beneficial to everyone.

Not to mention how the more and more Huaiyang groceries are on the market, how can they bring direct convenience to everyone? Since the Huai'an army blocked the Yangtze River, the lives of the people in the south have become better and better day by day. The Mongolian Yuan court was separated thousands of miles away, and many things in the local area were beyond the reach. The yamen should pay the money and grain to Dadu, but because of the interruption of the road, they were piled up in their respective treasuries. No one would urge them to force them. First-class Mongolian elders In order to defend against the red scarf thieves, the man had to form "Yi Soldiers" through the hands of local gentry. In order to avoid the people below from following Zhang Shicheng's appearance and rebelling with the Yi Soldiers, they had to relax their exploitation of the people, and they became kind and friendly, and they did not dare to steal men and women anymore. Therefore, in some prefectures and counties far away from the battlefield, some prosperous times appeared rarely, from the government to the people, and they were all filled with peace and prosperity.

"It would be great if the butcher Zhu had been occupying Yangzhou." After a few meals, the people naturally knew why the happy life in front of them came. They squatted at their doorstep, drinking tea soup made from jujube leaves while sighing loudly.

"I think beautifully. Since ancient times, how many people can last for this person who kills officials and rebels," a hawker who sells needles and threads stopped and curls disdainfully. "Uncle Niu, take advantage of his life to make a living, quickly buy a piece of Huai cloth and marry Sanya Fengguang. Otherwise, the world will change one day and you will not have time to cry."

"Bah, I'm just going to make a fuss to buy your Huai cloth." When the man surnamed Niu heard this, he sprayed the tea soup in his mouth far away. "Who dares to wear such thin fabrics? It's really good to touch. Once the leaves of the crops are hung, a big hole will be created. It's affordable. I'd better buy some cotton and let the three girls spun and weave it well by themselves. Although it doesn't look glossy, they can wear it firmly."

"Buy cotton, I have it, I have it." The vendor immediately took Brother Niu's words and bent down to bring a large bag of cotton from the chicken bus. "The best large herbivorous cotton, which has just been transported from Leizhou, is used to spin and weave cloth, but it's best."

"I'm gonna spit out again, turned around and walked towards his yard, "No wonder you're cursing Zhu Tuhuo every day. It turns out that you're just selling a few more kilograms of cotton, just be dying. Be careful that if you meet the King of Hell one day, the little devil will pull your tongue."

"It's not for selling cotton. I'm telling you the truth. Look at you, why don't you know how to be dependent? You don't want such a good grass cotton, but others are rushing to ask for it. Cotton, the best big herbivorous cotton, the white and soft cotton,." The business of the travel vendor was not completed, and he was not angry. He first followed Brother Niu's back and explained a few words, then opened his throat to continue selling.

When the neighbors who have returned from hard work for a whole day hear the shouts, they will inevitably stop and see the goods in their hands, but most people only look at them and don’t buy them. Occasionally, one or two people who are well-off are just buying a steel needle, a few axes of color threads, etc. When checking out, they have to ask for some extra points, otherwise they will never put down the copper coins in their hands.

"Oh, I said, Mr. Liu, don't take more. The business is only five cents a year. Look at you, just a hemp rope will leave."

"Master Li, Mr. Li, you are my dear grandpa, you can't take it anymore. If you take it again, I will hang it."

"Prince, Prince, you are very proud of your kindness. You can dig out food from the ground, and I hope this little needle and thread will be alive."

"His uncle, his second uncle"

The vendor naturally refused to break the book, opened his mouth and kept complaining.

After hearing this, the neighbors burst into laughter and said, "Shao Laoer, who doesn't know that you are doing big business and you still care about this little profit. How many feet of hemp rope will be pulled up, how many feet of it will be pulled up, we will give you a watermelon for free."

"Really." Shao Er, the pedestal vendor, shouted all day long, and his mouth was dry. When he heard the word "watermelon", his mouth immediately became wet, and his voice changed.

"Looking at your greedy look, it's like you haven't eaten a melon in your lifetime." When the neighbors saw it, they had to laugh and ridicule it for a few more times, but after laughing, they really ran to the wellhead, hung up a watermelon that someone put in with their wheels, and moved it over with their hands.

Everyone didn't need a knife. They just cracked the watermelon with their fists, broke it into several portions, and then squatted in a circle, and feasted face to face. After quenching their thirst, they looked at the vendor Shao Er and waited for the latter to tell a few latest rumors to make up for the poverty of their spare time in the countryside.

The vendor Shao Er had been familiar with everyone for a long time. He knew what he should use to pay for the melon money, so he wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "I just said that the butcher Zhu cannot last for a long time. I just talked nonsense. In fact, I don't know how many people in the world hope that Mr. Zhu and the butcher Zhu can prosper. But everything has to be thought from both sides. Since ancient times, there have been pig killers who have lived in the world."

"That's not necessarily." After hearing this, the people around them retorted, "The feng shui changes. Didn't Liu Saner also come from the market back then?" (Note 1)

"That's a random playmaker. Mr. Liu San was a serious master of the Pavilion and had a prominent figure in the local area." The hawker Shao Er immediately curled his lips and showed off his lips loudly, "Besides, Mr. Liu San was killed by the White Snake, and he achieved the national destiny of the Han Dynasty for 400 years. What miracles have ever been there since the beginning of the business?"

"Then, then, that's born to know, no, it doesn't count, palms and palm thunder, isn't it said that Zhu Tuhu can beat the palm thunder, and with a wave of his hand, he can kill hundreds of people." When the neighbors heard this, they felt a chill in their hearts, but they still gritted their teeth and argued.

"Hey, what is the thunder in the palm of your hand? You don't know that Mr. Zhao from the government office last month tried the cannon at the top of the city, and he also destroyed hundreds of steps in one shot." Shao Erzi stood up and gestured in the air with his hands. "I saw the shell. It was the size of a millstone, filled with gunpowder. It was blown out and half of the mountain was blown out, let alone the flesh and blood body. In the early years, Mr. Zhu and the butcher Zhu got Huaiyang with this trick. Now everyone has learned this trick. It is unlikely that he will see whoever he sees and destroys whom he is like that."

When everyone heard this, they felt increasingly frustrated. In their hearts, a pig-killing butcher must be much better than the Mongolians. At least, he knew what a hard life was, but the words of the hawker Shao Er made it impossible for everyone to refute.

Since ancient times, except for the gangster Liu Bang, everyone has never heard of any founding emperor who was a lower-class emperor than the butcher Zhu. Liu Bang had at least killed the White Snake and showed miracles. Zhu butcher Zhu in Huaiyang was said to be fake, and he was completely a mortal.

Now Zhu Tuhu's palm thunder has also been broken. What did he use to sweep the world? The Daruhuachi in the city, the Wanhu master, and all the didongs in the countryside have joined forces to deal with him. Even if his whole body is covered with iron, how many pounds of nails can be chased?

"So, everyone takes advantage of the better life now. If you should marry your son and marry a wife, you should marry your wife quickly. If you should send your daughter out, you should send your daughter quickly. At least, it will make the children prosperous for a few days." The hawker Shao Er saw that everyone was being slapped by him, so he quickly took the opportunity to start selling goods. "You just don't think about your own children. For Zhu Butcher can hold on for a few more days, scare all the masters in the city. You should also buy more Huaiyang goods, from needles to scissors, as well as Huai cloth and Huai cotton. The more everyone buys, the more Zhu Butcher is on hand, the longer he has, the longer he has, the longer he has, the longer we have, our days will be."

I don’t know if the first half of the sentence played a role or the second half of the sentence touched the hearts of the people. The neighbors stood up one after another and walked towards his rooster bus, picked up and picked up. In a short while, they bought half of the groceries on it. Of course, the discounts that should be paid must be paid, and the amount of money that should be given must be given must be given. They are all small families, and no one is well-off at hand. If you have made a big profit, you must leave some soup for others, otherwise what will you do next time you buy and sell.

The villagers are simple, simple and close to sincerity. They sincerely hope that the butcher Zhu can cut off the Yangtze River forever so that the Yuan Dynasty will no longer reach their doorstep. As for where Zhu butcher Zhu and his Huai'an army will be in the future, they cannot see and basically have no hope. Since ancient times, the good are foolish, the noble are the cheap, and the virtuous are not worthy of the filial piety, and the wise are not worthy of the heavens. No matter how capable Zhu butcher Zhu can still poke a hole in the sky above his head.
Chapter completed!