A soldier asked for instructions, interrupting Han Zhong's thinking. On the dock, he seemed to see several Liao people he had led.
Looking at the soldier's hopeful eyes, Han Zhong smiled and nodded, and said: "After delivering the mission, everyone should go home to have a good rest and spend time with their families."
The soldier showed a cheerful smile, and the others also smiled happily and followed Han Zhong towards the military camp.
The results of hunting and picking are divided among the participants and can be calculated in terms of grain. Their hard work will bring more food to their families.
As a man, there is nothing more important than providing for your family, and it is more reflected in the earth at home.
Furs, pickled meats, herbs, ginseng and other items have been registered long ago. When they arrive at the military camp, someone will check them and calculate the food that should be distributed.
The soldiers and the people were all happy, took the distributed food, and left one after another talking and laughing.
Liu Qishi rode into the camp and happened to see Old Yao, so he greeted him.
"Old Yao, get me some medicine. I fell down during training." Liu Qishi patted his waist and said, "I want to get better soon, training can't be delayed."
Old Boss Yao nodded repeatedly and said, "Sir, this injury from the injury will heal faster if you apply medicine and massage."
Yao Xin followed his grandfather and said boldly: "Sir, the daughter of the people knows how to massage, and she is more powerful than my grandfather!"
"You?" Liu Qishi looked at Yao Xin, shook his head, and said, "This little girl has only had enough to eat for a few days, so let your grandpa do it!"
Yao Xin pouted and thought to himself: This guy still has the same bad temper, he doesn't know how to speak well, and he always looks down on himself.
Old boss Yao laughed and asked Yao Xin to go home first. He followed Liu Qishi to his residence and gave him massage and medicine.
Han Zhong walked with several soldiers from the same village, pushing the cart and chatting as they returned to the village.
The old village and the new village are just rough divisions; the new village also has two areas, including relatively normal houses and urgently built cellars.
Guo Dajing originally didn't want to make a clear distinction, but the actual situation was such that he could only use differential treatment as a means of encouragement.
Those with soldiers in their families can live in normal houses in old and new villages; ordinary people can only live in underground houses.
The effect of this is very obvious. Both the soldiers and their families feel proud. Although they do not bully others, the feeling of being superior to others is indeed very comfortable.
Han Zhong and Lao Yao came in the same batch, neither too early nor too late, and the housing they were assigned was between normal houses and underground cellars.
"Sir, let's help you clean up the house. You'll have a good sleep tonight!" A soldier knew the situation and roped in a few companions to work with him.
Han Zhong waved his hand and said with a smile: "If you have anything to clean up, just sweep the dust away, as long as you can cook and sleep. You guys, hurry up and go home."
When leaving the island, Han Zhong entrusted his son to a neighbor. It turned out that he was from the same village and he was even related to him.
With his salary as a soldier, the neighbors were happy to take care of Han Shantong. He only had to eat and sleep at home, so there was no trouble or loss.
When the soldiers saw Han Zhong's refusal, they did not persist and took their own food and went home separately.
Han Zhong carried the grain and walked not far when he saw his own house. Thinking about his son, he quickened his pace even more.
When he got home, he put down the food, briefly swept the dust on the kang and stove, and then turned around and went out to pick up his son.
"You're back!" The relatives were particularly enthusiastic when they saw Han Zhong coming to the door. They pulled him into the house and poured hot water. They chatted and talked about Han Shantong.
"Where does this kid always go?" Han Zhong was a little puzzled. They were all newcomers there and there were no familiar villagers.
The neighbor was also helpless and said, "I don't know who I want to be friends with. I seem to be saving my pancakes for others to eat these days!"
Han Zhong shook his head helplessly and said: "There is enough food to eat. If there is a shortage, please tell me and I can help in some way."
"It's enough to eat, it's enough to eat." The neighbor said with some embarrassment: "This is thanks to you, so the whole family can have enough to eat."
"I'm causing trouble for you." Han Zhong stood up and said, "Then I'll go back first, light the fire, and heat up the kang. When the mountain boy comes back, let him go home."
The neighbor agreed wholeheartedly and sent Han Zhong out, but did not let him carry a bundle of firewood and a radish home.
When Han Zhong returned home, he first picked up two buckets of water, then lit a fire, washed the pots and dishes, and cooked rice.
In addition to food, Han Zhong and others also received two kilograms of cured meat as a supplement to improve their rest during the holiday.
Han Zhong cut the meat in half and put the radishes in the rice and cooked them together, thus saving vegetables.
At that time, the meals at ordinary people's homes were so simple, and there were very few stir-fried vegetables. It was either rice with vegetables, pancakes or vegetable porridge, or pickles pancakes and soup.
Not to mention cooking, even if there is some oil star in the soup, it is rare.
But the common people are very satisfied with such meals, which can fill their stomachs or even make them half hungry and half full, which is a luxury that they could not achieve before.
"Dad——" Han Shantong opened the door and ran into the house, shouting loudly and rushing towards him.
Han Zhong laughed and stroked his son's head vigorously, "Good boy, let dad see if he has grown again!"
Han Shantong hurriedly stood up straight and said, "Dad, look, in a few years, I will be able to work as a soldier to earn food."
When Han Zhong saw his son on his chest, he felt happy and a little sad. Unfortunately, his wife couldn't see that his son had become half a young man.
"Dad, what kind of delicious rice did you cook? It smells like meat." After Han Shantong showed off, he was attracted by the aroma coming from the pot and reached out to lift the lid.
Han Zhong stretched out his hand to open it and cursed with a smile: "Look at those black claws of yours, go and wash them before coming back."
Han Shantong laughed and ran to wash his hands and face obediently.
"Where are you crazy again?" Han Zhong looked at his son's dirty look and said, "Study hard and don't be too playful. I don't know that cloth is very precious. If the clothes are damaged, they can't be replaced.
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Han Shantong hurriedly said: "I went to help others work and fetched a bundle of firewood, so I got ashes on my body."
"When you work for others, you don't know how to get some at home." Han Zhong glared at his son and said, "The firewood for cooking is taken from your Uncle Li's house."
Han Shantong wiped the water droplets from his face and said happily: "I will go collect firewood for my family tomorrow."
Han Zhong shook his head and did not want to reprimand him too much. He added firewood to the stove and started cooking.
Although Han Shantong looked like a wild boy, he depended on his father and learned a lot of housework. He had an eye for work. He ran to the house and spread the furs and mattresses so that the quilt would be warm when he slept.
By the time the meal was ready, Han Shantong had already cleaned the room with a rag and happily ran out to pick up the bowl and chopsticks.
"Dad, let's eat by the stove. It will keep us warm and save lamp oil." Han Shantong was very sensible and brought two small stools and a small table.
The table and stools were very crudely made, and even the bark of the tree had not been removed. However, Han Zhong knew that his son had found someone to buy them for them when he was not at home.
"It smells so good!" Han Shantong took the rice handed over by his father, smelled the smell, and grinned happily, "Dad, what kind of meat is this?"
Han Zhong smiled and replied: "It's venison, you've eaten it before."
Han Shantong nodded and started eating. He praised the food as it was really delicious.
Han Zhongsheng picked out the rice and left as much meat as possible to his son. He ate more rice and radish strips. While eating, he asked: "Son, I heard from Uncle Li that you gave your pancakes to others. What's wrong with this?"
What's going on?"
Han Shantong paused for a moment, nodded, and said: "It's not all given, just a small half. It's a new family, very pitiful."
Han Zhong pondered for a moment and said: "Although the island is short of food, General Guo has made every possible effort to raise money. If he works harder, he can still eat."
Han Shantong lowered his head, plucked the rice grains one by one, and said in a low voice: "Two women, one big and one small, can't do much work. Although I'm not hungry to death, I feel happy when I see that little girl eating the cake with big mouthfuls.
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"And -" Han Shantong raised his head, looked at his father, and said in a deep voice: "That little girl is like a sister."
Han Zhong felt a pain in his heart and lowered his head.
That cute little girl accidentally picked up a poisonous mushroom and ate it when she was hungry, and then disappeared, causing permanent pain to the whole family.
After so many years, my son still remembers that sister. Yes, he loves her the most. Running with her on his back and listening to her giggle are the happiest things for him.
"Dad -" Han Shantong saw his father was in deep silence and said in a low voice, as if he was in trouble: "It's just half a piece of pancake. I won't be hungry if I don't eat it."
Han Zhong sighed, raised his head and said with a forced smile: "Tomorrow, let's see. Dad has earned food again, so it's okay to support him a little."
Han Shantong smiled and nodded vigorously, "I will take you there tomorrow."
Han Zhong took his son's rice bowl, filled it for him again, and said with a smile: "Eat more, you will grow faster when you are full. In a few years, we, father and son, will both serve in the army."
"Then help me get a crossbow. I'll start practicing now." Han Shantong begged: "If you go ashore to hunt, take me with you too. You know I can do it too."
Han Zhong nodded and smiled without saying a word. He felt happy in his heart, but he did not dare to give his son a definite answer.
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When Han Zhong returned to Guanglu Island at noon, Guo Dajing had already taken a sea boat with Lin Tianyou on the sea to Pi Island.
"I am a righteous businessman. I donated generously to buy tens of thousands of grains of rice for Dongjiang Town. The money is still owed on credit. I can pay it back anytime..."
Lin Tianyou scratched his head, feeling very ashamed of the noble character that Guo Dajing had given him.
"If there is no profit, it is too early. Of course, the Lin family has a plan. However, the plan is for the long term. It is the confidence in Dongjiang Town and the huge potential for the development of Liaodong..."
Guo Dajing patted Lin Tianyou on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Think carefully about what the Lin family needs, related to Liaodong."
Lin Tianyou blinked and said hesitantly: "Master Guo means that if Dongjiang Town can successfully pacify Liaodong in the future, the Lin family can obtain some privileges in Liaodong."
Guo Dajing nodded and said, "Yes, that's what I mean. Apart from that, I can't figure out why your Lin family helps so generously and selflessly."
Don't you keep talking about being generous and selfless? You're so embarrassed that you can't see that my face is red? Is it because the light in the cabin is too dark?
Lin Tianyou smiled bitterly, knowing that this was Guo Dajing's plan to fool Mao Wenlong so that he could have a reasonable excuse to come up with a large amount of food supplies.
Well, Pingliao is a bit too far away, but there is still hope anyway. Since the Lin family doesn't care about this, they can just pretend to put forward conditions.
I guess Mao Wenlong doesn't care. Ping Liao, even if you believe it, he wouldn't dare to say that he can do it in the Year of the Monkey and the Year of the Horse.
Guo Dajing saw that Lin Tianyou understood what he meant, so he turned around and left the cabin, took out his telescope on the deck, and looked around to take in the scenery.
Others regard Pingliao's extermination of slaves as impossible, or a task that cannot be completed within a few years. But Guo Dajing has unswervingly set this goal and has strong self-confidence.
If Chongzhen could spend nearly 3 million yuan every year as he did to support Yuan Chonghuan, let alone five years, I would be enough in three or four years.
It's a pity that in Chongzhen, in the eyes of the court officials, I was just a arrogant martial artist, and I had no chance to brag with Governor Yuan.
If you give me five years, I will give you four years; if you give me four years, I will give you three years; if you take three years... well, you are really good at it, so you should do it!
Guo Dajing felt that no matter how hard he tried, it would be very difficult and almost impossible to completely defeat Jianlu within three years.
Several seabirds flew by. Guo Dajing put down his binoculars and watched them fly close and far away. Finally, they disappeared without a trace, and then he let out a long breath.
Governor Yuan was recalled and took up the post of governor of Liaodong again. It was no longer something he could change, or it was just a matter of time.
Han Xu will become the chief minister of the cabinet, and there is a division commander in a high position. Commander Yuan is also known as a military commander among civil servants. If he is not promoted, who should he be promoted?
In addition, his successor Wang Zhichen abandoned Jinzhou and other places and returned to Ningyuan, which caused great shock to the court.
Although it was strategically correct and would save the Ming court a lot of food and supplies, the trolls in the court only saw the loss of territory. How could they have such a brilliant strategy and vision?
Chongzhen was even more blind and made the stupidest decision.
To say that the situation of Jianlu was not that good, and they were even struggling to support themselves. However, these were all alleviated by a series of operations after Governor Yuan took office, and the famine was miraculously overcome.
He just opened a market to sell grain in Gaotaibao, and even cut Yuan Chonghuan into pieces with a thousand cuts without appreciating his hatred. The so-called fight for the Haraqin tribe is just a slap in the face and taken for granted.
Without the Haraqin tribe to guide the way, and without the Haraqin tribe to sell grain to Houjin, how could Huang Taiji loot the capital? How many people in the Ming Dynasty had their families broken up, and there were many casualties. Isn't it Yuan Chonghuan's crime?
A few snowflakes fell, Guo Dajing's eyes moved, he smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Aren't you waiting for Huang Taiji to invade the Central Plains so that you can concentrate your forces to raid his lair? It's so hypocritical to talk about the suffering of the people in Gyeonggi!
Stretching out his palm and watching the snow flakes melt into water droplets, Guo Dajing slowly clenched his fist.
Don't think so much, as long as you do your best, then you will have a clear conscience.
It's like he can only take care of the soldiers and civilians in Dongjiang Town, or even just Guanglu Island, but he can't take care of the victims who were displaced due to the great famine in the northwest, and many of them starved to death.