In the early morning, Bi Da opened his eyes a little uncomfortable, and then felt the warmth in his arms, and couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

I actually have a wife?

Bi everyone is poor, and the six brothers in the family live just not to starve to death.

The wife in her arms is named Ruan Erniang, who caught the lot the day before yesterday.

"Fu Jun..."

Listening to his wife's unstandard words, Bi Da was so excited that he thought that he had to practice today that he could barely hold it back.

The couple got up and washed up, then Ruan Erniang made porridge and mixed a dish of wild vegetables.

Bi Da looked at his wife's busy work comfortably, feeling that if he could have a child, he would never have any regrets again.

The rice and grain and all the furniture are provided by the Chief Secretary, and the price is very low, and there is no need to pay now and there is no interest.

When I planted those dozens of acres of land, this little money was nothing!

After having a simple breakfast, Bi Dalian gestured and spoke, telling his wife that he wanted to practice and let her rest at home.

But Ruan Erniang pointed to the direction of her own field and shook her head to indicate that she was going to the field.

What a good wife!

Bi Da couldn't help but squirt on his wife's face, and then went to the village's Changba with a smile.

Ruan Erniang's face was a little red, and her heart was sweet.

Because there are many men and women, many women can only be other people's concubines, or they will be lonely all their lives.

A command from the Jiaozhi Prefectural Office mobilized thousands of unmarried women, and Ruan Erniang was one of them.

At first, these women were afraid of being beaten by husbands from Central Plains, but in less than two days, the men in Central Plains became good husbands and good men in the mouths of these women.

These immigrants live in groups, with one hundred families in each village.

There is a large dam just in front of the settlement, which was just leveled yesterday.

When Bi Da arrived at the yard, all a hundred men arrived.

"Bi Da, is your wife diligent?" Ma Erbao, who was familiar with her on the way to migration, asked with a smile on her face.

Bi Da said with a little twisted attitude: "I am diligent and have good skills at home, no worse than me."

Ma Erbao said happily: "No, my wife can also manage the family. I have never worried about the small things at home."

Bi Da warned when he heard this: "Xing He Bo said that he was not allowed to beat his wife for no reason, otherwise he would rush back to the Central Plains."

Ma Erbao glared and said, "That's a good wife, I'm not crazy, why would you beat her!"

"That's fine." Bi Da said happily: "I have two younger brothers in my family who don't have a wife. I'll go to the yamen to ask later to see if there is still a need for people here."

"Everyone stands well and stand according to height!"

At this time, the village chief Ding Qing came out. He looked at the groups of villagers in three or five and walked forward to the verdict.

In such a village, each village has a veteran who voluntarily stayed in Jiaozhi to settle down.

These veterans were village chiefs, and they were officials of hundreds of households during the war.

Ding Qing is a veteran who stayed voluntarily, so he can choose a wife when allocating, instead of drawing lots like an immigrant.

"Stand up!"

Ding Qing whipped a few hippie guys with a small stick and then started practicing.

As a farmer, Bi Da has never experienced such strict discipline practice. But he is not afraid of being strong.

This is the exercise method issued by Jubaoshanwei. Ding Qing himself was a little unfamiliar with it. He fumbled at home all night last night.

After half an hour of practice in the boring stance, Ding Qing found someone to move a lot of spears.

Fang Xing didn't think these farmers could become masters in martial arts, so he simply chose the spear formation.

"Ten people in a row, follow me to stab you."

"kill!"

"kill!"

More than ten riders came to the east of the village. After seeing this, Ding Qing stopped practicing and looked at the person who came vigilantly.

When the person who came to get off his horse and approached, he saw the person leading the way, Ding Qing hurriedly knelt on one knee: "I've seen Master Bo."

"I've met Mr. Bo."

Listening to the uneven shouts, Fang Xing smiled and said, "All up."

Ding Qing stood up and shouted: "Brother, I'm organizing the training."

"good."

Fang Xing walked to the front of the queue and looked at the Ming Dynasty men who were still in a dirt the day before yesterday, and said, "I, Fang Xing, let's see if everyone is doing well today, but seeing that you are all blushing, it should be good, right?"

This was the first time Bi Da saw a Ming Dynasty master up close, so he was so nervous that he couldn't speak.

But Ma Erbao shouted boldly: "Brother, we are all living well, and our wife is good!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

These men who are not disciplined laughed.

Fang Xing also said with a smile: "You guys, then Lord Huang and I can be well, so we work hard to farm and give birth to babies. I hope that when we come again next time, we can hear the cry in this village."

Ma Erbao said boldly again: "Brother, no problem. The little one came with his wife three times last night. She must have a baby in her belly."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

There was another burst of laughter. Ding Qing, who was standing behind Fang Xing, hurriedly reached out and pulled his hand around his neck. The signs of killing the chicken to wipe his neck were quieter.

But Fang Xing smiled without any offense and waited for An Jing before saying, "You will be here, and your descendants will reproduce here in the future. Have you brought all the tablets of your ancestors?"

Wherever the Han people go, they will bring the tablets of their ancestors.

Those tablets are not wood, but spiritual sustenance.

"Brother, when the young man came out, his family created a new ancestral tablet, so that the young man could spread his branches and leaves in Jiaozhi and not forget his ancestors."

"When the young man came out, his family said he thought he was dead. If he died, he would ask the young man to remember to place the ancestral tablet before he died."

Ancestors are not an illusory concept, but a root. If a person does not have an ancestor, then he will have no roots.

But are there fewer people who forget their ancestors?

Fang Xing was slightly stunned, and then continued, "This is very good. Wherever we Han people go, our ancestors will follow us. Wherever we Han people go, we will be the place where we Han people are, and no one can take it away!"

These words were aroused, and Ma Erbao said excitedly: "Master, if anyone dares to steal us, then drive him out!"

Fang Xing nodded slightly, "No, it's not about driving out. If there is an invasion of foreign races, then we should kill them, let them go without a return, and let them be lonely ghosts!"

The nation needs blood and martial spirit!

In order to welcome those in power, Confucianism has always taken the ignorance of the people as its own responsibility for the convenience of its own rule.

You are all obedient. You can listen to whatever you say. Don’t be blind or your whole family will be in trouble.

If you can pass the scholarship exam, you will no longer be the fooled group of people and can already participate in the division of the fat piece of Ming Dynasty.

"Although Jiaozhi was settled, there were still some slightest remnants of bandits in the mountains and forests. You must practice well, protect your wives, protect your village, and protect the Ming Dynasty!"

There was no slogan. After Fang Xing finished speaking, he looked at the men with some blood and nodded slightly and left.

This nation is always looked around by wolves, so it requires a martial spirit and blood!
Chapter completed!