Beishan Fort.

In the morning, the cook and the cooks in charge of the kitchen were still preparing breakfast. Wu Nian had already finished washing, let his servants come in, put on heavy armor for himself, picked up the steel knife, and went to the yard to practice his knife skills.

The knife skills are very simple and unpretentious.

Just swing, swing, and swing.

Wu Nian practiced very seriously and tried his best with every sword strike. Coupled with the armor weighing dozens of kilograms, he was soon covered in sweat.

He just came back yesterday.

He already knew the mountainous terrain fifty miles near Beishan Fort. He also remembered the remote roads and rivers very clearly.

I can’t remember the mountains, there are too many.

He had made all the preparations that needed to be made. He only had to wait for the Mongolian people to officially move south, and then make response according to the situation.

Before breakfast was cooked, Wu Nian stopped exercising. He asked his domestic slave to untie his heavy armor and wipe it with him. He was already sweating profusely. The sweat would not only make the armor smelly, but also cause the cortex to be infested by insects.

, it needs to be wiped clean and maintained.

After training in such heavy armor, Wu Nian's aura was somewhat disturbed and his face turned red.

But it doesn't matter, take a few deep breaths and you'll be able to breathe evenly.

"Brother, breakfast is ready." Liu Xiang, a little girl, appeared in the corridor, then held an embroidered handkerchief and wiped Wu Nian's sweat distressedly.

Her brother was really busy, as if there was a wild beast chasing him behind him.

Liu Xiang knew what was going on, but she still felt distressed.

"Um."

Wu Nian nodded, smiled and pinched Liu Xiang's smooth and fleshy little face, which was becoming more and more juicy.

There were maids walking around, Liu Xiang's face was slightly red, but she didn't move away.

Wu Nian quickly wiped off his sweat and went to the restaurant with Liu Xiang to eat. Except for Chen, the whole family sat around and ate together.

The breakfast was very rich. Chicken, pork, eggs, and a few vegetarian dishes. Including Liu Xiang, others didn't eat much. Most of the food had to go into Wu Nian's stomach.

People.

The less physical exertion, the less you eat.

Liu Xiang hasn't done menial work for a long time, and her appetite is getting smaller and smaller.

After the meal, the maids cleared away the dishes. Liu Xiang stood up, took Wu Nian's hand and said, "Brother, let's go look at the cotton."

Wang Ruyan looked at it with a smile and left with Xiao Hong.

Wu also left with Zhang Zhen and Li Ya.

"Okay." Wu Nian nodded.

A cheerful smile appeared on Liu Xiang's lips. Immediately, the two of them took some domestic slaves and left Beishan Castle to see their cotton fields.

Just leave the fort.

The entire Beishan Fort only has more than 10,000 acres of land, and 3,500 acres are Wu Nian's cotton fields.

The cotton is growing very well and will be ready for harvest in two or three days.

"Brother, I have prepared the warehouse. There is just so much cotton. If there is a fight, how should we sell it?"

Liu Xiang looked at the cotton field happily, but also worried.

A flash of light flashed in Wu Nian's eyes. The Meng Yuan people's march south was slower than he thought.

Now that the grain of the military households has been harvested, his cotton will also be harvested.

Under normal circumstances, a businessman comes to buy cotton. He can also take the cotton out and sell it in big cities.

This kind of bulk cargo is very popular.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The winter in Liaodong is cold, and there are many places where cotton is used.

After the war, the market for cotton was cut off. But it didn't matter, Wu Nian already had a plan. He could produce and sell it himself, mobilize women, and improve looms.

Turn cotton into cotton cloth.

The war came. Not only could cotton not be sold, cotton cloth could not come in either.

Cotton is very popular.

If possible, Beishan Fort can also be built into a cotton cloth production base or something.

Used to gather financial resources.

"Don't worry. There will always be a solution when the time comes. Collect the cotton first and store it in the warehouse." Wu Nian said to Liu Xiang with a smile.

"Yeah." Liu Xiang hummed, and the worry on her face completely dissipated.

Her trust in her brother is 100%.

If my brother says it’s okay, then it will definitely be okay.

At this moment, Wu Nian raised his head and looked north. A group of men who did not look like merchants were heading towards Beishan Fort.

There were carriages for women, large carriages for baggage, and attendants such as domestic soldiers, domestic slaves, maids, etc. There were several strong men riding tall horses leading the team.

There was more or less fear and uneasiness on everyone's faces.

It's like escaping.

Wu Nian's heart moved and he stood still and watched. The slaves around him were very alert and took the initiative to surround the two masters.

"Brothers, I am the commander-in-chief Wu Nian. What happened?" Wu Nian asked, clasping his fists after the other party approached.

The convoy stopped immediately, and several strong men looked surprised. Then one of the strong men in green clothes turned over and dismounted, clasped his fists and saluted Wu Nian: "It turns out to be Mr. Wu from Beishan Fort. It's a pleasure to meet you."

I am Li Yun from Jiang County, these are my brothers from the same clan."

"So it's all brothers Li." Wu Nian nodded and gave a fist to the men surnamed Li who were getting off their horses one after another.

After getting to know each other, Li Yun went straight to the point and said: "But I got the news. The Mongolian Yuan people sent 200,000 troops south, and now the northern part of Liaodong has fallen. The troops are approaching the south. We plan to go south and take a sea ship to go south."

"The matter is urgent, so I won't say much more. Mr. Wu, you should make preparations in advance."

After saying that, Li Yun handed over to Wu Nian, and then he got on his horse with several brothers from the same clan, took his family members and slaves, and hurriedly entered Beishan Fort and headed south.

Wu Nian was surprised.

"Two hundred thousand troops heading south? The Mongolians have gathered more than half of the country's troops."

"Northern Liaodong fell so quickly? How is General Wei Changqing? I hope he can hold on to the city or break out."

Wu Nian originally planned to persuade Li Yun to stay, stay in Beishan Fort for a few days, and take the opportunity to recruit them as a fighting force. But after thinking about it, he gave up.

Li Yun has a clan, seems to be quite knowledgeable and has plans, so he will not stay in this poor place like Liaodong easily.

"Brother." Liu Xiang had a look of fear on her little face, stretched out a pair of small hands to grab Wu Nian's arm, and called out softly.

"Don't be afraid. The soldiers will stop you, and the water will cover you up." Wu Nian smiled and held her small hands. After thinking for a moment, Wu Nian said seriously: "Xiang'er, go and make a banner for me."

"It's square. It has a fiery red background and embroidered with yellow fonts. Wang Ruyan's handwriting is very good. Let her help you."

"What characters are you tattooing?" Liu Xiang was confused and asked in confusion.

Is it "Wu"?

"Yanhan." Wu Nian slapped his forehead, forgetting the two most important words, and said quickly.

"Oh." Liu Xiang said.

It was her daughter's family, and she didn't know it. She didn't quite understand the weight of these two words and this flag.

"Zhang Sui. You go to the military camp and ask people to beat drums and mobilize the troops."

"Li Yuan. Go tell Zhang Jin and ask him to come back to Beishan Fort."

"Zhang Song, go door to door looking for officials."

Wu Nian looked around at the slaves on both sides and issued orders one after another.


Chapter completed!