The beggar emperor at the end of Ming Dynasty

For several days in the Gucheng county town, it was all drunk and singing, life is so long, the Eight Great Kings entered the county office and never came out again.

Only Qin Yu led the orphans to drill the huts around to search the nitrate soil.

Provoking a lot of heroes is constantly laughing and cursing a group of fools.

Qin Yu ignored the people's ridicule and found a cauldron of stone mills, boiled the nitrate and prepared gunpowder on his own.

He only knew the approximate ratio of gunpowder. After repeated experiments, he finally determined two.

The cannon was also cleaned up, and a carpenter was asked to build a cannon mount, and Li Dingguo pulled it out to try out two cannons. The effect was not bad.

With the successful preparation of gunpowder, all the heroes looked at Qin Yu with admiration, and there was a trace of admiration in the eyes of the teenagers, and the invisible prestige was established.

In the past few days, Qin Yu had only trained them for half an hour every morning, and he dared not engage in other training.

"Mr. Huang, this quantity is wrong? Why is it half?" Qin Yu frowned while looking at the rice in the basket.

"Leader Xiao Qin, the king has ordered, your firearms camp does not need to prepare gunpowder now, so the supply is halved, and the old man is also acting according to the order!"

An old man in his forties and fifty years old explained, touching his beard under his forehead.

"What, halved? This is not enough to eat. If you halve again, don't drink Northwest Wind?" Qin Yu almost jumped up.

He couldn't help but not in a hurry. There were a hundred of them, and each of them averaged only four or two meters per day. Now it is halved to two and two, and he can drink up to two porridge a day.

He had planned to officially start training tomorrow, but now he has two meals a day hanging on to his life. What else?

Yes, the rebels ate large pots of rice. Although each battalion opened fire separately, the food and salt were managed in a unified manner and distributed to each battalion according to the number of people every day.

When you enter the city, the gold and silver are soft, the cloth woman, whoever grabs it, is of course the premise that you can keep it, but only the grain, salt, horse and iron must be handed in, and then the eight kings will distribute it according to the credit.

"Hehe, boy, what? I don't think there is enough food. I will give you an idea to exchange it with the lady who was rewarded by your foster father. How about a thousand catties?"

Just when the old man wanted to speak again, Sun Kewang walked over staggeringly with someone, saying yin and yang strangely from afar.

The rest of the camps who came to collect food laughed.

Qin Yu gritted his teeth while watching Sun Kewang. He was sure that it was definitely what this guy said in front of Zhang Xianzhong that led to the order to reduce their food.

"You two will go with me, and the others will stay here." Qin Yu knew that he still had to go to the Eighth King.

"Too little? How about I add another thousand catties?"

"Huh! Occupying the pit without shit, a group of little bastards who have not dried their milk, waste so much food in vain."

Seeing that he ignored himself, Sun Kewang felt a punch on the cotton, snorted coldly, staring at Qin Yu's back and cursed.

That beautiful woman, he originally planned to ask his adoptive father to give him a reward the next day. Whoever wanted to be swiftly ascended by this kid, has been stuck in the house these few days, and he is protected by his second child. I rushed in and grabbed it, so I was very angry.

The eight young people who stayed there, even though they hated Sun Kewang again in their hearts, they had to keep their heads down and silent.

Even so, Sun Kewang walked over and found a cause, and beat the eight people to death.

Fortunately, Li Dingguo arrived in time to stop it, otherwise the eight people would either die or be disabled.

………

When Qin Yu came to the county office, Zhang Xianzhong was drunk and dreaming in the backyard, and was very upset when he was interrupted.

"Majesty, the supply of my firearms camp is the least, why should I cut it by half?"

"Now there is no need to prepare gunpowder. What are you doing to raise so many idlers?" Zhang Xianzhong stared.

"But the king, if my subordinates are starved to death, how will I prepare gunpowder to operate the cannon in the future to siege the city for the king?"

"What's the use of a broken cannon? As for the preparation of gunpowder, isn't you still there? There is not enough manpower. I will transfer it to you then."

Seeing Qin Yu, Zhang Xianzhong waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, this king has already decided on this matter. You can go down first. Don't worry, you won't be hungry anyway. By the way, I rewarded you last time. Is that girl still obedient?"

"Back to the king, I was trained like a cat."

Qin Yu's heart trembled, but his face was pretending to be a wretched smile, knowing that this guy was tired of playing with the woman in the back house, and began to think of Mrs. Li.

"Haha, not bad, I can't see that you are small, but you are not small, that girl is a strong horse."

Zhang Xianzhong patted Qin Yu on the shoulder and laughed.

Qin Yu also had to laugh.

But after leaving the county government office, he scolded Zhang Xianzhong's eighteenth generation ancestors all over the place. This damn thing was to cross the river and demolish the bridge.

When he returned to the place where he received the grain, he saw eight of his subordinates being beaten up with bruised noses and swollen faces.

In the end, he could only carry twenty catties of grain back to the camp amidst the laughter of everyone.

Along the way, everyone's mood was very depressed, and the young man called Iron Head worried: "Chief, what should I do if I only have this little grain?"

"Let's take one step at a time, rest assured, as long as you follow me, you will never starve to death."

Qin Yu waved his hand to comfort and said, but he was very worried. Judging from Zhang Xianzhong's tone today, I am afraid that he will be completely cut off soon.

After returning to the camp, everyone saw that only a small amount of food was brought back, and the other eight people were injured, all with a look of doubt. When they learned the reason, they were both worried and angry.

"What are all quarrels? See the end of the eight of them. This is the end of the weak. If you don't want to be beaten or killed in the future, you have to practice your skills for me from tomorrow. Only in this way can you Eat full and live with dignity, no one will dare to bully you anymore, understand?"

"understand!"

Everyone replied in unison, the benchmarks of all standing were straight. Obviously, Qin Yu's queue training has been somewhat effective these days.

"Well, I will think of a way about food. You don't need to worry about it. Your future task is to train with peace of mind. If I find anyone who dares to steal and ski, I will all be expelled from the youth camp.

Qin Yu nodded, and then announced that he would disband to cook.

Everyone got a bowl of gruel for dinner.

"dinner time!"

Qin Yu came to the room and put three bowls of gruel on the table, and said hello.

The mother and daughter immediately gathered around. Mrs. Li didn’t say anything, and drank the gruel, but Li Wan'er couldn’t help asking, “Brother Xiaoyu, why are you drinking gruel tonight? ?"

"Then what else do you want to eat? Do you eat meat?"

Qin Yu knocked the bowl heavily on the table, and then roared: "Damn, that dog with the surname Sun, I will kill him one day!"

The mother and daughter both trembled with fright. The bowl almost fell to the floor. Li Wan'er's eyes flushed and she almost couldn't help crying. But Mrs. Li quickly asked, "My son, is something wrong?"