Several men from the village were also familiar with the process. They entered a house and took out the daily household items distributed by the government to the new immigrants.
Hoes, shovels, iron pots, wooden barrels, a few stoneware bowls, more than ten kilograms of potatoes, more than thirty kilograms of grain, a small jar of salt...well, and two handfuls of green vegetables given by Murakami.
Tang Niu called his name, and several men loaded daily necessities onto the cart, greeted the Liao people, left the village office, and sent them to their new homes.
This is our new home?!
Chen Laoshi and his wife were a little excited. Although their house was bare-walled and didn't even have furniture like tables and chairs, having a shelter from the wind and rain was something they had never dared to hope for before.
"You rest first, I will fetch water. After dinner, I will think about other things." Chen Laoshi had already inquired about the location of the well in the village, and after asking his wife with concern, he went out carrying the bucket.
When he came back from fetching water, he found that his wife had cleaned the kang, sat an iron pot on the stove, and was about to light a fire for cooking.
The grains distributed were big grains, so we lit a fire and added water. My wife planned to make vegetable porridge to save trouble. Of course, we were short of all kinds of things, and we didn’t have the conditions to stir-fry and fry them.
Chen Laoshi and his wife had almost all their belongings on their bodies. It was already summer, and they were still wearing torn jackets.
The government's supplies are not sufficient, so the distribution of bedding will have to be delayed for some time. Fortunately, the weather is already hot, so even if you sleep with your clothes on, you won't get cold or freezing.
"I'll collect firewood tomorrow and get familiar with the village; I'll try to fence the yard the day after tomorrow..."
Sitting by the stove, Chen Laoshi told his wife about his plans. Now, he was finally able to feel at ease and plan his future life.
The wife smiled and nodded. The fire in the stove made her thin face flicker, but her tone of voice had calmed down. "Don't use the settlement expenses if you can. You can eat and sleep, so there is no need to rush to buy anything for the house."
"You need to buy needles and thread, which are indispensable for making shoes and socks; in autumn, you need to buy pots and jars for pickling; and there are also beddings. The government said they will distribute them, so we will just wait..."
My wife talked eloquently and made plans for this year and even next year.
Chen Laoshi gently held his wife's bony hand, feeling sad and moved in his heart. He said warmly: "It's all up to you. Whatever you say will be whatever it is."
After suffering so much and almost losing their lives, they suddenly felt at ease, and both of them felt as if they were in the next life.
Although there were some oversights in the government's resettlement, and many households lacked even daily necessities, as my wife said, having food to eat and a sheltered home was so overjoyed that I couldn't believe it.
"Is someone at home?" Someone's voice suddenly sounded outside. Chen Laoshi and his wife quickly stood up, looked at each other, and walked out quickly.
There were two people in the courtyard, apparently a middle-aged couple. When they saw Chen Laoshi and his wife coming out, the middle-aged man smiled and cupped his hands and said, "I am your neighbor. My surname is Sun. My name is Sun Xicheng. I live in this house on the east side."
"My name is Chen Laoshi. This is my wife. She has just moved to the village. Please ask Brother Sun and Sister-in-law Sun to take good care of her in the future." Chen Laoshi and his wife hurriedly returned the gift.
Sister-in-law Sun stepped forward with a smile, handed over the two dried fish in her hand, and said: "There is nothing good. This is issued by the government. You guys have a try."
Chen's wife was a little hesitant and was giving in. She didn't know whether she should accept it or not.
Sister-in-law Sun was also a cheerful person. She stuffed it directly into her hand and said with a smile: "You're welcome. When we first moved here, there were others who helped take care of us."
"This, this, thank you so much." Chen Laoshi stumbled over his words and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Brother Sun smiled heartily and said: "Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. We will spend a lot of time together in the future. If you need anything or if you don't understand anything, just ask."
Sister-in-law Sun pulled off the man's clothes and said, "Let's go home quickly, there's still a fire on the stove!"
Brother Sun nodded, cupped his hands and said, "You should also eat and rest quickly, and we'll talk later when you have time."
"Okay, okay." Chen Laoshi returned the favor and said, "There will be trouble in the future. I know how to make bricks. If you have work at home, just come and call me."
"Masons are craftsmen." Brother Sun said with a smile: "From now on, you will be the most popular among those who build brick houses in the village. Okay, no need to send them away, we will go back first."
Chen Laoshi and his wife sent the Sun family and his wife away, and when they returned to the house, they couldn't help but sigh that the people in this village were really good-natured. Instead of bullying the new households, they tried their best to help each other.
"Is there anyone at home?" A slightly older voice rang.
Another neighbor came to express condolences. A wrinkled old man, with his honest son standing next to him, gave Chen Laoshi and his wife half a dried pheasant.
After some courtesy and humility, the neighbor left. Chen Laoshi and his wife returned to the house with mixed feelings and were relatively speechless for a while.
In the areas ruled by the Jianlu, not to mention giving you food, they robbed you. There were even tragic incidents of cannibalism, and they saw human bones with tooth marks on the roadside.
If he hadn't escaped, Chen Laoshi didn't dare to say whether he would have become crazy. But when he got here, he felt the warmth again and the kindness that should be expected between people.
"Tomorrow, you go buy some things and let's pay our respects." His wife said slowly. When she raised her head, Chen Laoshi saw her red eyes.
Mr. Chen nodded vigorously. If he was surprised to have a home and food before, now he feels the most important thing.
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Guo Dajing did not go to see the newly arrived immigrants. This was not his job. He only saw the number of immigrants and knew that thousands of Liao people had another chance to survive in Dongjiang Town.
And this is also the most important significance of the existence of Dongjiang Town, to provide a place for those desperate Liao people to live.
Even if Dongjiang Town was not so powerful in history and did not occupy a stable land base, gathering the Liao people was still the greatest achievement.
That's right, even if Dongjiang Town did not fight against the Jianlu and could not play its due role in containing the enemy, its contribution was much greater than that of Liao Town.
Although in the eyes of the emperor and the princes of the court, the misery of hundreds of thousands of Liao people, not to mention hundreds of thousands, would not make them shed a single tear, nor would it make their evaluation of Dongjiang Town one point higher.
This is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty and the ministers of the Ming court. Not only did they treat the Liao people like ants, but the famine-stricken people in the mainland were also treated as nothing more than grass and grass in their eyes.
"Why not die of hunger peacefully, but instead imitate the mantis and fight like a mantis?"
Such cold and inhuman words were spoken by a Ming Dynasty official, but they were what many Ming officials, including the emperor, thought.
If this were not the case, it would be difficult to explain that Chongzhen would increase taxes and increase taxes, and that ministers would do everything possible to pass on the increased taxes to the poorest people.
At this time, Guo Dajing was walking in the Nanguan Martyrs Cemetery, inspecting various buildings he designed and had basically completed.
In addition to the martyrs who were buried by their relatives, there are graves here for those who voluntarily buried in the cemetery, where their relatives or descendants can come to pay their respects.
There is also a hall in the cemetery. The names of all martyrs will be engraved on the stone walls and written in books, and their deeds will be continuously enriched to be passed down to future generations.
"General, up ahead is the Yuewang Temple." Zhou He, the cemetery manager, led the way with a limp leg. The scar on his face looked scary, even though he tried to look kind in front of Guo Dajing.
Guo Dajing nodded, not caring about Zhou He's appearance. He was a retired military officer from the battlefield, and he was one of his subordinates. He originally enjoyed generous treatment, but he had to stay here to accompany his deceased comrades.
Nanguan Cemetery has many modern elements, which were designed by Guo Dajing. However, the Yuewang Temple did not abandon it, and also retained the ancient atmosphere, which was more acceptable to people at that time.
In history, there were three people with the title of Martial Saint.
Before the Ming Dynasty, Jiang Ziya was posthumously named King Wucheng by Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty. He set up a Wu Temple to offer sacrifices, and was also known as the Holy King of the Wu Temple. According to the sacrificial system of the Confucian Temple, Jiang Ziya was assigned the Yasheng and the Ten Philosophers to worship him.
After the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, although Zhu Yuanzhang founded the country by force, he closed the Wu Temple on the grounds that Jiang Taigong was worshiping the emperor's temple (if he had founded the country by literature, he probably would have even dared to capture the Confucius in the Confucian Temple).
I'm afraid in Zhu Baba's eyes, with his illustrious martial arts, all the famous generals in the past dynasties are not qualified to talk about military affairs, and the fierce generals in the past dynasties are even less qualified to talk about military affairs. I, Old Zhu, are here, and all the gods have to abdicate.
In the Wanli Dynasty, Emperor Wanli named Yue Fei the Yuesheng Emperor, and also named Guan Yu the Guansheng Emperor. In other words, there were two martial saints, and in many places the two saints stood side by side.
But in terms of number, there are more Yuewang Temples than Guandi Temples, and there are also more people who worship Grandpa Yue. Especially in places where troops are garrisoned, most of them are Yuewang Temples.
Just like every island in Dongjiang Town, no matter how big or small, there is a Yue Wang Temple. This may also be a fable and a hope. Grandpa Yue was a gold soldier, and now he is fighting against Hou Jin, hoping to use Grandpa Yue's prestige.
Historically, when the Manchus took control of the Central Plains, in order to weaken Yue Fei's influence in the hearts of the Han people and prevent Yue Fei's patriotism from infecting the people and causing more Han people to join the anti-Qing team, they constantly promoted the second brother Guan and made him the only military commander.
St.
Guo Dajing can be regarded as following the local customs. There is both a martyrs cemetery and a Yuewang Temple. It is a combination of ancient and modern, making it easier for the soldiers and civilians to accept it.
Moreover, in Guo Dajing's mind, Grandpa Yue is stronger than Brother Guan in terms of merit, ability and contribution, and he deserves the title of Martial Saint.
In front of the Yue Wang Temple, a large stone stands by the roadside, with Grandpa Yue's "Man Jiang Hong" engraved on it.
Guo Dajing stood in front of him and recited "The ambition is to eat the meat of the Huns when they are hungry, and they are laughing and talking about drinking the blood of the Huns when they are thirsty. Let's start from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky." He couldn't help but feel his blood rushing.
Generous and heroic, a kind of awe-inspiring righteousness and heroic temperament filled his chest. Guo Dajing secretly clenched his fists and swore an oath secretly.
"It's easy to shake a mountain, but it's hard to shake the Yue family's army!"
If nothing else happens, Jianlu will be told by the end of this year that "it is easy to shake the mountains, but it is difficult to shake the Dongjiang army!"
The Yuewang Temple had not yet been completed, so Guo Dajing only looked outside and then turned elsewhere.
"I heard that you are going to be a father." Guo Dajing smiled and asked Zhou He, "Is this the third baby in the family?"
Zhou He was a little embarrassed and said, "I made the general laugh."
Guo Dajing waved his hand and said: "What's wrong with this? Having many children and grandchildren is a blessing. As for your eldest son joining the army, I cannot be lenient. You have to follow the rules and be old enough."
Zhou He smiled helplessly and said, "Even if this wild boy makes trouble every day, I just want to send him to the military camp to exercise, so I don't have to worry."
Guo Dajing pondered for a moment and said: "Let him join the militia first! Tell him that it will take five or six years to defeat the captives in Pingliao. Take good care of yourself and don't be impatient."
Zhou He nodded vigorously, not to mention five or six years, even ten years, as long as the Liao Dynasty can be pacified and the captives destroyed, it is already a gratifying goal.
A few years ago, who would have dared to set a time for Ping Liao to exterminate the captives? At that time, the Dongjiang Army was only struggling to support them and could only play a role in harassing and containing them.
But now, Zhou He has no doubt that to destroy the Jianlu, only the Dongjiang Army can do it. Of course, it also needs the command of General Guo.
Guo Dajing likes to chat with his subordinates very much. It is the kind of relaxed and homely gossip that allows him to get a glimpse of what ordinary people are thinking and wishing in their hearts.
What is the purpose of pacifying Liaodong and conquering the world? Isn't it just for peace and happiness in the world? If he can't even sit in this most basic position, then what is the difference between him and the feudal emperor sitting in the Forbidden City?
After all, it is countless ordinary people who support the war, and their farming and labor provide continuous support for defeating the enemy.
In the final analysis, it was countless ordinary soldiers who shed their blood and sacrificed their lives before they could defeat powerful enemies and regain the broken mountains and rivers.
"General, the hillside there will be leveled this year, and green pines and cypresses will be planted, so that more heroes who died bravely for the country can have a resting place." Zhou He pointed with his hand and his voice was a little low.
Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green hills. Guo Dajing looked up at the hillside and reached out to pat Zhou He on the shoulder. Without any unnecessary words, the two of them understood the message conveyed.
Many martyrs' cemeteries will be built, and they will be built in various places in the future.
Even if it is just a monument, it should provide a place for future generations to pay homage and worship, so that future generations will not forget the blood flowing on this land and the lost loyal souls.
Guo Dajing did not think that it was the wrong time or even a waste to invest tens of thousands of dollars in building a martyrs cemetery when the enemy and we were still competing for victory.
Like the policy of providing support for the injured and compensation for the dead, this is a reward and an incentive for the soldiers to fight hard to serve the country, and it is also an expression of the improvement of the social status of the soldiers.
Every year, worship ceremonies, Qingming Festival, Hungry Ghost Festival, Winter Clothes Festival... are held to continuously strengthen the memory of the military and civilians.
Of course, the most important thing is to continuously improve the treatment of soldiers and their families, making the military a profession that everyone envies and yearns for.
No matter when, money and living standards are at the forefront of people's minds. Everyone hopes to have a better life and more wealth.
This is tacky, but it is also human nature, and it is a hundred times better than shouting empty slogans.
There are also courts that are specialized in trying military personnel or retired military personnel without bowing to officials. Such privileges should be given to soldiers who protect their home and country rather than giving them to bullies who are not scholars.