Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Yang walked to the village office, chatting as they walked. Mrs. Yang listened attentively and adapted to the life here as quickly as possible and learned the rules here.
"After so many years of war, many relatives have been separated, but few can be found." Sister-in-law Zhao sighed and said, "I have a younger brother, and I don't know whether he is alive or dead."
Yang's face darkened, and after being silent for a long time, he said slowly: "We have just arrived, and it will take some time for the government to find it, or for him to see the news. I can work, and Xiaohe also has some strength, etc.
I was able to support myself for a year and a half.”
Government work is becoming more and more detailed, and there are different resettlement and management methods for immigrants from different places. For the Shatou Liao people, many have relatives or friends with the Dongjiang Army officers and soldiers.
Reuniting separated relatives is a joint effort between the government and the military.
Although there is no computer, as long as you log in, it only takes a few seconds to find someone. But it depends on human nature, and this work may take a long time, but it gives many people hope.
For example, Mrs. Yang still has hope that her husband is still alive and that her family can be reunited. She has been saying this for a year and a half, but it is just a perfunctory response to Mrs. Zhao's kindness.
After Mrs. Zhao tried to persuade her, she didn't say anything more. It was only natural for people to wait for their husbands. How could they be so heartless, not to mention that they had a half-year-old son.
Of course, she also had good intentions, hoping that the orphan and widowed mother could have someone to rely on as soon as possible and live in peace and stability.
But as Yang said, if you work hard, your life will not be better, but you will still not starve to death in southern Liaoning.
The government can provide money to support even orphans and the elderly. Even if the Yang family and her son are unable to work, they don't have to worry too much about not having enough to eat or drink.
Arriving at the village office, Yang successfully received samples, cotton cloth, needlework and other tools.
This is also a special treatment given by the government to newly arrived immigrants, like Yang and her son. If there are strong men in the family, they will certainly not be short of this little money.
"If you don't need to rush the work, you can get more." The village chief said to Yang kindly: "In the future, when the government or the army assigns work, they should stick to people like you first."
Mrs. Yang bowed respectfully and thanked her sincerely, before she and Mrs. Zhao took the things and returned to their respective homes.
In a short time, Yang Xiaohe came back with firewood. The young man recovered faster. After eating for more than half a month, his strength was not low, and his thin face was not so obvious.
"Mom, I'm going to collect firewood in the afternoon." Yang Xiaohe entered the house and said to his mother with a smile: "Uncle He lent me the cart at home. I will come back after I collect a full cart of firewood."
Mrs. Yang asked with concern: "Don't be too late. Take as much as you can. You rest first, I'll go cook."
In the morning I made a big pot of potato porridge, heated it up at noon, added two pancakes and a small plate of salted radish strips, and it was the best meal.
At that time, ordinary people rarely cooked vegetables in their homes. During slack periods, vegetable porridge was the main dish, with a little salt added to save cooking.
Yang Xiaohe refused to rest, helping his mother light the fire under the stove and talking about the new job he had found.
Now is the slack time for farming. In addition to the training of the militia, there is also work equivalent to corvee work such as building roads and digging canals. Although it is arranged by the government and no wages are paid, rations are given and every day of work is paid.
For the Yangs, mother and son, this is equivalent to extra income, allowing them to eat and drink more abundantly.
You know, although the government distributes relief food to immigrants, the quantity is fixed, so when you encounter a pot-bellied man, you will be a little nervous.
"I hope I can work longer." Yang Xiaohe chuckled and said, "It's a pity that after the winter freezes, we can no longer dig canals."
"Please ask, do you need a woman to do this work?" Yang felt that she might be able to do these jobs, but she didn't want to sit around at home.
Yang Xiaohe said: "Mom, you haven't recovered yet, so just take a good rest at home. Carrying soil and digging trenches is not a light job."
Yang thought for a while and nodded helplessly. Since they were giving rations, the government naturally did not want weak people to fool around. If he went there, it would be like being shameless and taking advantage.
"Mom, next year we will plant ten acres of land. Half of it will be planted with potatoes and half with corn. We will almost have no worries about food and drink for a year. If we do some leisure work, we will have pocket money..."
Yang Xiaohe continued to talk about his plan to his mother, full of confidence, as if he felt that he was already a grown man and could shoulder the burden of life.
Shaking his head with some regret, Yang Xiaohe said: "When I get a few years older, I can get more fields. In fact, even now, I can plant twenty or thirty acres."
"My son might do it!" Yang praised with a forced smile, but her heart was filled with mixed emotions of sadness and expectation.
How great it would be if he were still alive and could be reunited again. How happy he would be to see his son grow up and become so sensible!
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The Dongjiang army marched across Jianzhou, destroyed Xingjing where Jianlu was founded, and beheaded nearly 10,000 people. The news spread quickly.
This was a great victory intended by Mao Wenlong and Chen Jisheng to boost the morale of the army and the people, and it could also cause changes in the surrounding situation. How could they suppress it?
In the base area of Dongjiang Town, the response from the military and civilians was not too enthusiastic.
After several battles and victories over the past few years, the haze of war that has shrouded people's minds is being cleared away. In addition, with the victory of Zunhua ahead, this victory seems a bit lacking in weight.
But the impact of the victory was not small. Needless to say, the joy of the soldiers and civilians was in sharp contrast to the sadness of Jianlu in Shenyang.
Externally, it was more obvious. At least Talitai felt that the attitude of the Mongolian tribes who were herding and taking refuge in the Guangning area became more submissive.
Ever since Dongjiang Town and the Mongolian tribes launched the horse market trade in Panjin, Talitai stayed, first as a translator, and later gradually became one of the officials who managed the horse market.
In addition, he also had another task, which was to spy on the intelligence of Jianlu through the Mongols. In order to work better, the military intelligence department sent someone to follow him as a clerical officer.
Talitai also gradually changed from being unfamiliar with it, learned some skills, and his work became better and better.
At this time, a batch of cattle and horses arrived at the horse market and were being inspected by the tower platform for pricing and trading.
Talitai raised his head, looking aloof, and carefully and even harshly inspected the condition of the cattle and horses.
"This horse is thin, twelve taels; this cow's fat is not thick enough, twelve taels; this horse is good, twelve taels..."
Behind Talitai was a clerk, recording the price he dictated. The two Mongolians followed somewhat obsequiously, constantly saying good things, and haggling with Talitai somewhat in vain.
The inspection of the cattle and horses was quickly completed, and the total price was quoted by the clerk. The two Mongolians looked sad. They also knew that this fellow Mongolian's temper would never change.
There is no way, the food, cloth, tea, pots and bowls and other daily necessities they need can now only be obtained from Panjin Horse Market.
As for the money and supplies, they are also expensive and scarce, even not as good as them. Moreover, for the long-term purpose, the prices of the goods in Dongjiang Town are not too high, but many of them are limited, so you won't be given away if you want to buy more.
Panjin Horse Market was proposed and promoted by Guo Dajing. It was only opened this year and has become a channel for Dongjiang Town to obtain cattle and horses.
The Mongolian tribes who herd cattle in Guangning and Jinzhou went from testing to accepting, then welcoming, and now they are inseparable.
"Sir, can you sell a few more iron pots?" The middle-aged Mongolian looked very shrewd and asked with a nod and a bow: "You know, it will be winter soon, and it will be very difficult to trade again. It's winter, at least let me
We'll get through it."
Talitai rolled his eyes, motioned to check the documents, and said with some displeasure: "The quantities are all set by the above, and I can't change them. If the iron pots are not enough, then buy more casseroles, and cook meat and tea in the same way."
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"The casserole is not durable and can easily break." The other Mongolian was very strong, but with a grimace on his face, he pointed in the distance and said, "A cart has been pulled. Sir, would you like to go take a look?"
Talitai waved his hand and said: "It's been a few months, and it's normal for it to be a little bad. There are craftsmen in the horse market, and they can make it good for a few small bucks. Are you thoughtful?"
"Can it be repaired?" The middle-aged man's eyes widened.
Talitai glanced at him with contempt, as if to say: Country bumpkin, don't you even know this?
The document has been checked and he said: "The Harwu tribe has a limit of three iron pots, two thousand kilograms of grain, hoes, sickles, plows..."
Ironware and grain were the most restrictive. According to the population of the Harwu tribe, each person could only get five or six kilograms, which was not enough for several days of porridge.
But this quota is floating, because the Mongols also farm, and the harvest this year is not bad, so the grain quota here has been reduced.
The general principle is to keep the Mongols basically hungry, but they don't have much savings. If they want to send troops to fight, they will definitely not have enough food and grass supplies.
"Sir." The middle-aged Mongolian rolled his eyes, exchanged glances with his companions, and bowed: "Hou Jin intends to attack the Chahar tribe and will send troops in the near future."
Talitai immediately became energetic, and the clerk's eyes also flashed.
"Is the news accurate?" Talitai asked: "How many troops were dispatched and which slave chief led them?"
"This -" the middle-aged Mongolian hesitated, showing a sly and flattering smile.
Talitai curled his lips and said to the clerk: "Write a note to them, five iron pots, and three thousand catties of grain."
Although the middle-aged Mongolian was still not satisfied, he knew how to restrain himself and hurriedly said: "Hou Jin sent out five thousand fine cavalry, Horqin tribe sent out two thousand, and other Mongolian tribes sent out a total of three thousand. I heard that they were led by the fifteenth prince.
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Talitai nodded, smiled, reached out and patted the middle-aged Mongolian on the shoulder, and said: "Yes, if there is any news about Jianlu, let me know as soon as possible, and you will not be short of benefits. Go to the horse market to trade.
Come to me after you're done, I'll treat you two to a drink, I'll take care of you."
The sturdy Mongolian grinned widely. Drinking was his favorite, especially the kind of strong liquor sold in Dongjiang Town that tasted like fire.
The two Mongolians took the note and followed the administrator happily to the horse market to buy goods.
"I will send someone to Gaizhou immediately." An anxious look appeared on the clerk's face. "This information is very important. Let Marshal Mao know it as soon as possible."
Talitai nodded repeatedly and put away his arrogant expression.
As soon as the clerk left, Talitai was free. He looked towards the horse market and finally walked over.
Fifty or sixty people came from the Harwu tribe, and among them were several Mongolian women, which caught Talitai's attention. The guy blinked his big eyes and followed them into the horse market.
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Dorgon launched an attack on the Chahar tribe at this time, and his timing was quite good.
The Dongjiang Army has just ended its large-scale offensive in Haizhou and its attack on Jianzhou, and there will be a period of rest and recovery.
Moreover, Jianlu sent out not many men and horses, only 5,000 fine cavalry, which did not have much impact on the overall defense.
In fact, Jianlu did not inform all the Mongolian tribes. When the Harwu tribe got the news, it happened to be during the Horqin tribe's transaction.
Yes, Harwubu was still a middleman. He used silk, cotton, needlework, casseroles, spices and other items to exchange for cattle and sheep from Horqinbu, and then sold them to Dongjiang Town, making a lot of money from them.
In the horse market trading, silk, needlework, casseroles, spices and other items are unlimited. These are not considered strategic materials and can also help Dongjiang Town earn money.
As long as it is not the three strategic materials of iron, nitrate, and grain, even if they are all sold to the Jianlu, it will not affect the comparison of strength between the two sides and the development of the entire situation.
When Guo Dajing's ship docked along the coast of Gaizhou Acropolis, and when he was heading to Gaizhou Acropolis, Mao Wenlong had just received information that Jianlu had sent troops to attack Chahar.
Also at the Gaizhou Acropolis with Mao Wenlong were the Shandong Inspector Qian who came to reward the army for inspection, and Wang Zheng, who supervised the affairs of the Liao Navy.
"Our army is unable to dispatch for the time being. We hope that the Chahar tribe can defeat the Jianlu and the more than 10,000 troops from other tribes." Mao Wenlong thought for a moment and handed over the information in his hand.
This is not counting the friendly forces that must be rescued, and Dongjiang Town is indeed beyond its capabilities. Mao Wenlong explained his words first, so as to save Wang Zheng from reporting to Sun Yuanhua, who would then give blind orders.
Wang Zheng read the information, but didn't take it seriously, saying: "There are only more than 10,000 troops, and the Chahar tribe has tens of thousands of cavalry, which is enough to repel the Jianlu."
Mao Wenlong pursed his lips slightly and looked down upon Wang Zheng.
Hu Duntu was too frightened to fight with Jianlu, so he probably fled without a fight this time. Wang Zheng judged based on the information on paper, it was really just talk on paper.
Fortunately, Wang Zheng did not have command authority, and Sun Yuanhua, the newly appointed governor, was relatively friendly to Dongjiang Town.
Wang Zheng cupped his hands and said: "Since the rise of the war, more than 100,000 Liao people have fled the war and settled in Shandong. Now that they have heard about the various policies of the imperial court, many Liao people want to return to their hometown."
Mao Wenlong nodded and said: "Dongjiang Town welcomes you, and please thank Mr. Sun on behalf of Mao for your help."
"We are one body, and we must unite sincerely." Wang Zheng said with a smile: "Shuai Mao, there is no need to say thank you."
After a pause, he continued: "Master Sun is here to invite Western technicians to cast cannons and train artillery. Hearing that Dongjiang Town has taken the lead, he is very concerned. I also want to have a field trip and learn from this.
Learn from it.”
Mao Wenlong immediately hesitated. Guo Dajing was responsible for the cannon-making and other matters. He didn't know whether it needed to be kept secret, so he didn't dare to agree easily.
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