"And there are oxen?"

A group of cows were standing obediently in the circle, looking strong.

A small official stood in front of the cow pen and said, "These cattle were collected from the Old Port. At present, cattle, sheep, pigs are raised everywhere, and there are countless poultry, so what are you still worried about?"

"I sign up for the bedding, pots and pans here by myself, and the whole family is coming. If there are fewer ones, don't think about getting it again."

"Don't carry it here by yourself. There are carts and ox carts. The military man will help you take them home."

The warehouse where the materials were stored was busy a while ago, and the new immigrants could hardly believe that there were so many benefits.

An old man took two sons, a daughter-in-law and five grandchildren, and the family collected a ox cart.

His two sons were already laughing silly, and their daughter-in-law was also very happy. As soon as she got the candy, a child stuffed one.

"Dad, you also have a sweet mouth."

The eldest daughter-in-law asked her son to give the old man candy, and the old man habitually scolded: "The things that are prodigal are kept for the New Year."

The sergeant who drove the car to their family sighed, "Uncle, there is no shortage of this here, it's available every month."

The old man said in disbelief: "Are you a soldier coaxing the younger one!"

The sergeant said impatiently: "We are in Nanyang ahead of us. Sugarcane has been planted there a long time ago. There are countless sugars every year. Most of them are transported to the Central Plains. We only have this little person here. How much energy can we consume? Eat whatever you want."

The old man then realized that he had arrived in an area with extremely abundant supplies.

No, when he saw a bunch of chili peppers hanging in front of the old immigrant's house, he realized that all this was not in vain.

"Grandfather, eat candy."

The youngest granddaughter jumped over. When she arrived in front of the old man, she raised her hand, but there was a gray-black candy in her palm.

The old man usually liked this little granddaughter the most. Seeing that she was calling her grandfather and her eyes were squinting. It was obvious that she was really happy, so she bent down happily and opened her mouth to bite the candy from the palm of her granddaughter's hand.

When the little granddaughter saw that her grandfather wrinkled an old face like she had eaten too much jealous last time, she asked, "Grandfather, is it sweet?"

The old man touched the top of her head, cracked his mouth and smiled.

"sweet!"

The old man only felt that the candy was sweet from his mouth to his heart. He looked up and saw two sons who were in the formal car, and two daughters-in-law were looking at him. Then he turned red and said, "Look at what's good. Let's buy some wine and meat for the first meal tonight, and have a good meal."

When the old man decided to immigrate to his family, he was regarded as a fool by the villagers, and his son and daughter-in-law at home were also worried.

Now when we look at the situation here, the old man felt that his original decision was correct and that his family would definitely be able to spread here in the future.

The old man immediately remembered the ancestral tablets he had placed in the house before. He was worried that he would be stolen, so he urged him to go home quickly.

He didn't care about anything along the way, just hugging the burden of holding the ancestral tablets tightly, as if it was his own life and roots...

Several grandchildren cheered, and the eldest son said, "Dad, an adult just said that every household has wine and meat to eat at night."

"Come out?"

The old man thinks eating is a very private matter, especially when there is wine and meat, so you should be more secretive, so as not to have more meat in your family and less meat in my family, which will make the relationship between your neighbors worse.

The second son saw a lot of new things today, and was excited and said, "Dad, it was said that everyone was gathering together, one was to meet, and the other was to celebrate our arrival."

The old man said with a dark face as soon as he heard this: "Sit down and eat in vain. If you have wine and meat, keep it. If you drink wine during festivals, the meat will be marinated and eaten slowly."

At this time, their family had all the things, and the soldier shouted, "Come and help, let's go."

The two sons went over to make some polite conspiracy with the sergeant, but in the end they could only help push the cart with great gratitude.

The old man led his granddaughter and chatted with the sergeant who was pushing the cart all the way. By the time he got home, he had already figured out the situation here.

His family has a group of ten and two brothers, so the upper family divided two houses. The old man lived with his eldest son's family, but his second son had to give him some food every month.

The two families cleaned their own clothes, and the old man took his grandchildren to fetch water. The whole family was busy. The adults scolded the child, and the old man protected the child and scolded him back. This is what he meant with joy.

The family made some dead bread for lunch and continued to organize it.

"Each household has come out, take out their own pots and bowls, and make a fire for the whole family."

When the sorting was almost done, someone outside started shouting with a loudspeaker.

When the old man's family came out, there were already people outside.

Trucks of firewood were allowed to be used, and someone helped to set up the pot.

Finally, there is wine and meat.

"What kind of meat is this?"

The old man saw a lot of meat, but there was no pork.

"The dragon meat, bison meat, lamb, and fish meat are free to use, but they are not allowed to be wasted, and those that cannot be eaten will be cleaned up."

The sergeant's words made the old man feel that his world was about to collapse.

"God! From ancient times to the present, which dynasty can eat meat openly?"

The old man's panic made the soldiers laugh, and then said, "There is a lot of meat here. We also raise a lot of livestock and poultry, as well as fishing and hunting, so we don't have enough meat."

The old man was frightened and thanked him from Guanyin Bodhisattva to Taoist Lord.

"The wine is not bad either, so buy it yourself in the future."

"What? There is no shortage of alcohol?"

The old man found it incredible.

The Ming Dynasty is now unable to stop drinking. Since the successful brewing of potatoes, the official has no concern about the folk brewing.

"There is a big island over there, and our people are staring at the natives' farming. It is not cost-effective to transport food back to the Ming Dynasty, and most of them are sent here."

The sergeant's tone was casual as if he was talking about the distance between his own village and the next village.

The old man was so dizzy that he got the wine and meat with his two sons.

Set up a large pot, add water to the pot, then put the lamb and turtle meat in it, add some ginger and spices and it will work together.

“So much smoke!”

A child shouted at the sky.

The old man looked up and saw the smoke extending from here, and there was a dark cloud in his sight.

People in the entire settlement came out, and countless families were united in bonfires, and to a degree of density, if you look down from the air, it would be like seeing groups of ants.

“Take a glass!”

"For the Ming Dynasty, for Your Majesty!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

The cheers dispelled the smoke, and countless immigrants below raised their bowls to dry the wine in the bowl.

"Long live your Majesty!"

The old man drank too much, and his face turned red and he picked up a piece of croaker meat for his younger granddaughter. Then he said to his eldest son: "I'll go to our field tomorrow, and it's time to move quickly."

The eldest son was not drunk and said, "Dad, the adults said that there are often lightning and thunder here, and there is also strong wind, which makes it difficult to farm. That is, plant some potatoes."

The old man said in wonder: "Then what are we doing?"

"Let's wait for spring to see."

The old man became even more depressed, "What should I send to our oxen? Why does it take so much effort to grow potatoes?"

The second son drank a little too much and laughed and said, "Dad, if there are too many cows, no one will raise them, let's raise them."

The old man was really speechless.

"When did the Ming Dynasty get so rich?"

...

"Every immigrant's materials must be issued, and no one is missing."

Chen Rujing and his team's bonfire was at the edge, and no one dared to disturb him.

He said murderously: "I killed more than ten people last year. I will go down to investigate each other tomorrow. If there are any corrupt people, I will not kill them and throw them to feed them to the dragon and shark!"

As he said that, he stared at Wu Wen, and Wu Wen said unambiguously: "This is what Your Majesty promised to immigrate. You have to give it to me if it is useless. Otherwise, if these people write a letter back, who will dare to come back? If there is corruption, it will be arrested and executed."

"good!"

Chen Rujing said: "There is no longer the sour smell, this is the whole group. I will start surveying tomorrow. There are officials accompanying the Ministry of Industry. I will go and ask later and let them rest for a few more days."

Liu Ercai said: "Sir, after the city is built..."

He pointed to his head, and Chen Rujing said, "Don't think about promotion. I guess our five years of work will be to build a city and continue to explore. In the end, we have to build a second city a few hundred miles away."

Wu Wen took a sip of wine and said melancholy: "Now we can only grow potatoes and vegetables. Let's try again this year, at least grow some wheat."

"Also, we have to raise more livestock and poultry, at least we give more when the boats return, so as not to send immigrants and food hard. We will not lose a penny. Will we still be a human being in Turtle Town?"

Wu Wen was slightly drunk and burped, and said, "Turtle Town, Turtle Town, this name is evil. Thunder and wind blowing in this ghost place is like hell. Fortunately, today's weather doesn't look like thunder, okay! Otherwise, those new immigrants will not be able to sleep."

"Boom!"

Before he finished speaking, there were clouds in the sky, and then thunder roared.
To be continued...