News of the great victory spread throughout all the places controlled by Dongjiang Town. Only then did the people know that Jianlu had invaded the East. The army fought hard, annihilated Jianlu, and beheaded Amin and other slave chiefs.
Although transportation to the front line was frequent during this period, no one knew that the war had begun.
Now, the news of the victory has spread, and it is accompanied by an announcement from the government that people can apply for land for farming in the coastal areas from Gaizhou, Zhuanghe to Zhenjiang Fort.
At the same time as encouragement, there are also preferential policies. Only 10% of this year's harvest will be paid, and the rest will be kept for oneself. At the same time, five households will be provided with one ox or one horse to use as livestock for farming work.
At the same time as the preferential policies were promulgated, staff mobilized from various places also rushed to various parts of Liaodong to start surveying, measuring and registering, and planning the setting up of villages to make full preparations for spring plowing in two months.
At the same time, a large number of immigrants who poured into southern Liaoning after autumn and winter also received notifications and counted the amount of land to be cultivated in preparation for moving to their new hometowns.
When Yang Xiaohe came back from pulling a cart to collect firewood, he saw his mother looking at the house in the courtyard, showing a feeling of reluctance to leave.
"Mom, don't look at it. The more you look at it, the more reluctant you are to move." Yang Xiaohe took the firewood out of the car and piled it in a corner of the courtyard wall. He chuckled and said, "It's not far to move to Gaizhou. That's where we can settle down."
, you can live with peace of mind.”
Yang smiled self-consciously and said, "I haven't lived here for long, but why can't I leave it?"
The difficult life in the Jianlu-ruled area made it difficult for Yang to forget the ease and comfort of this period. More importantly, she found a husband, and her son had someone to rely on, and her family was complete.
However, the influx of immigrants and land development meant that the Yang family, even as military dependents, did not have enough land to allocate for farming.
Yang Daman made arrangements based on his future life. Gaizhou is a good place, very close to Lushun and Dalian, and has the foundation of a military camp. But because of his status as a soldier, he was given priority for placement.
"Dad made it clear in his letter that the land in Gaizhou cannot be grabbed." Yang Xiaohe was filled with joy because he knew he was close to his father and heard that his station was in Gaizhou.
Yang felt a lot relieved when she thought of her husband. No matter where we go, the best thing is for the family to be reunited.
"Mom, the officials are counting on the purchase of farm cattle!" Yang Xiaohe said with great anticipation: "Let's report it too!"
Ms. Yang was a little hesitant. It wasn't because she didn't have enough money, but it was a big matter and she hadn't discussed it with her husband yet! But it was very inconvenient to send letters, so she was afraid of delays.
"Okay!" After thinking about it for a long time, Yang finally nodded and said, "Then go and apply. Our family will buy a cow and a few chickens to raise."
Yang Xiaohe almost jumped up and was so happy that he turned around and ran out without even moving the firewood.
Looking at the back of her son running happily, Ms. Yang showed a heartfelt smile. She stepped forward to collect the firewood thrown away by her son, feeling that her strength had grown again.
Having enough food and clothing, and keeping her family well, this is Yang's biggest wish. As for where to live, Yang doesn't really care.
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After Gao Jialiang finished collecting firewood, he happily returned to his residence. As new immigrants arriving in southern Liaoning after the New Year, they were all arranged in a resettlement camp outside Lushun Port.
Although the house is small, the kang and stove are inside the house, and the whole family sleeps on the kang, Gao Jialiang's family is satisfied because they can have enough to eat and no longer have to worry about becoming corpses lying in the wild.
When I returned to my residence, I saw a little girl and several children playing happily in the big yard outside the house. They had pushed up snowdrifts and sprayed white mist from their mouths, but they all kept giggling.
"If it's cold, hurry inside and don't freeze." Gao Jialiang told his daughter. After receiving a response, he opened the door and entered the house.
The wife is doing needlework, and a pair of cotton gloves has been formed. This is voluntary, but it is also paid, and it is arranged by the government.
"Have you finished your work today?" The wife was a little confused, raised her head and asked, "You came back much earlier than usual!"
Gao Jialiang chuckled and said, "There are still two cars left. Let's go after lunch."
The wife nodded and said, "Wait for me. I'll finish cooking this one before cooking."
Gao Jialiang sat down on the kang, warmed his hands, and said with a smile: "I finally got over it. In a few days, I will go to a new place to settle down. I heard that it is south of Zhenjiang. I can plant as many fields as I want. First
Only 10% of the harvest is paid every year.”
The wife's eyes lit up, she looked at her husband and asked uncertainly: "Where did you hear that? Are you sure?"
"Accurate, why not?" Gao Jialiang hurriedly explained: "It was just registered. Five families share one cattle. I applied for twenty acres."
In ancient times, it was difficult to accurately determine how many acres of land a laborer could cultivate. If farming was done intensively and with the help of cattle, twenty acres was almost the limit.
But if you include rotational cultivation, fallow cultivation, and extensive management, one hundred acres will be enough. However, the yield per mu will drop significantly.
For newly arrived immigrants, they dare not let go of their hands in the first year. Even if the tax is very low, they only act according to their ability and are relatively conservative.
The wife continued to ask: "Besides paying 10% of the harvest, is there no other tax?"
"No more." Gao Jialiang said with a happy face, "Work hard for a year, and as long as God opens his eyes, we will be able to relax."
"In the second year, the tax will be 20%; in the third year, it will be 30%, and it will not change from now on. This year's farm tools and seeds are all provided by the government. The fields cultivated in the next two years cannot be less than this year, and the extra tax will be used.
Taxes will pay for it.”
Gao Jialiang counted with his fingers, very excited, "This harvest is not based on individual families, but on average. The government also stipulates what to plant, and there are only a few acres of land to plant whatever you want. I think...
"
The wife smiled, nodded repeatedly, and her heart became brighter.
Although we have food and drink now, it is not a long-term solution after all. Having our own land is a lifelong livelihood. Not to mention getting rich, at least being able to have a full belly is satisfying.
"There won't be another war, right?" The wife took advantage of her husband's pause to ask her last worry.
Gao Jialiang laughed and said: "The Dongjiang Army won another battle. More than 30,000 captives were wiped out, and several ships were shipped to the capital for their bare heads. The place we go to must be peaceful."
In fact, there are still worries, but Gao Jialiang cannot say it out loud, which makes his wife worried.
Now that we're here, let's just let nature take its course and be content with the situation! Even if there are worries about war, it's not the same in the mainland. At least here we can have food, fields to cultivate, and a promising life.
As soon as the door opened, the little girl ran in with a cold air. Gao Jialiang quickly closed the door, hugged his daughter to the kang, and reached out to cover her face with her cold hands.
The little girl's face was red from the cold, but her expression was cheerful and she couldn't stop laughing. At this age, apart from eating, she is playing, and her mind is at its purest.
"We are moving to a new home, with a big house and a big yard." Gao Jialiang shared this good news with his daughter. He just wanted to hear more of her daughter's crisp laughter.
"Really?" The little girl raised her little head, grinned, thought for a moment, and asked, "Is it bigger than our old house? Is there a jujube tree in the yard?"
Gao Jialiang felt sour in his heart, caressed his daughter's head, and said in a deep voice: "If you want a big house, we will build it later. If you want a big house, we will plant it too."
The little girl giggled and said, "I also want a puppy. When it grows up, I will call it Dahuang."
"Okay, okay." Gao Jialiang nodded vigorously and agreed, "If the year is good this year, I will get you a puppy next year."
Although we are thousands of miles apart from our former home and our former dog, we still remember them in our hearts.
However, now that we have chosen to take root in Liaodong, we cannot return to our distant home. We can only gradually transform this new home into the appearance of our old home.
For the people who have left their hometowns, everything is for life, or in other words, for survival. But such a most basic and simple requirement is often a luxury.
The immigrants who came to Liaodong after all kinds of hardships have escaped from the sea of suffering and have hope of living again and even becoming rich.
In the mainland, there are still thousands of refugees, either fleeing the famine without a destination, or heading towards Baoding, Tianjin, and Qinhuangdao, where there is hope for life, like a light in the dark night.
The news of the great victory spread again, but the people were less happy and excited. It was not that they were unhappy, but that they were somewhat numbed by the constant victory.
In their view, the once fierce and formidable Jianlu had been completely suppressed by Dongjiang Town, and their demise was inevitable.
It took three years to ping Liao. Such a record is like trying to ping Liao. As for Commander Yuan, who wanted to ping Liao in five years, he has been nailed to the pillar of shame.
The greater and more victories the Dongjiang Army achieved, the more it highlighted the stupidity of Governor Yuan and the more incompetent Liao Zhen was.
"No more worrying about Liao affairs, no more police at the border!" Since the great victory of Zuunhua, and now the great victory of Liaodong, this sentence has finally become the consensus of the government and the public.
The common people are no longer ecstatic, but it does not mean that they do not care about the war in Liaodong. Heroes are needed in any era, to boost people's morale, and to be able to stabilize people's hearts and society.
Therefore, the stories about Dongjiang Town and the legends about Mao Wenlong and Guo Dajing have inevitably become people's talk topics.
In teahouses and restaurants, storytellers also follow the trend, grasp hot topics, and continuously launch popular works that have been artistically processed.
Especially Guo Dajing, who is young, quick to rise, and has outstanding military exploits. There are more stories surrounding him, and there is more room for exploration or fabrication.
I don’t know where the news came from, but it was discovered that Axiu, Mrs. Guo, had one arm.
It has been rumored several times that Axiu has transformed into a warrior with incredible strength, and his arm was cut off while fighting Jianlu.
Even though she was bleeding profusely, the one-armed Mrs. Guo was still able to kill hundreds of enemies with her own hands, and was even more powerful than the one-armed Wu Song.
If Guo Dajing knew about this version, his eyes would fall to the ground. For spreading rumors, I 100% prove that Axiu is not that kind of person.
Unfortunately, Guo Dajing was at home enjoying the tenderness of the one-armed Axiu and had no time to sue the storyteller.
And when he received Mao Wenlong's urgent letter and read the contents, he sighed helplessly, knowing that his vacation would be abandoned halfway again.
Although he had expected it, Guo Dajing really didn't expect Zu Dashou to have such decisiveness.
The troops from Liao Town who are about to arrive in southern Liaoning are not the fifteen thousand ordered by Mao Wenlong, but more than twenty thousand, which is the entire Ningyuan garrison.
As for Ningyuan, Zu Dashou asked Dongjiang Town to send troops to garrison. In other words, there was no Liao Town anymore, and only the Dongjiang Army was the only one left in Liaodong.
"This guy is really enlightened. He knows that under the current situation, the more he loses on the surface, the more he will gain in the future."
Guo Dajing stroked his forehead, knowing that it was not an easy task to relocate these hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians. Fortunately, the great victory in Liaodong completely suppressed the Jianlu and gained enough land.
You know, not only are the 20,000 people coming to Liaodong, but also their family records. Zu Dashou is completely changing his family. He doesn't want the right and wrong land in western Liaoning!
In fact, if you broaden your horizons and move away from Ningyuan and western Liaoning, you will find that in such a vast land in Liaodong, where is not a place to settle down?
As long as Liaodong is pacified, there are many places far better than Ning. Liaoyang and Shenyang are not only the center of Liaodong, but also the once prosperous places.
Even the four states in southern Liaoning were once one of the richest places in eastern Liaoning.
Whether it was defection or annexation by Dongjiang Town, the original label of Liao Town disappeared, which was equivalent to turning over the story.
Zu Dashou believed that as long as he did not hinder Dongjiang Town and Ping Liao's plans, or even provided assistance, Liaodong would have a place for his family to take root and develop.
At the same time, if the court still wants to punish someone, Dongjiang Town is also a relatively reliable place of refuge.
This may also be Zu's last chance. Ping Liao's extermination of the captives has been put on the agenda, which is a matter of one or two years. There is no time for him to wait for changes.
"Husband." Axiu came over, handed the tea, and said reluctantly: "Everything has been packed, do you really want to leave tomorrow?"
Guo Dajing took the tea, put it on the table, hugged his wife, let her sit on his lap, and said helplessly: "The reception work is heavy. Although Mao Shuai didn't say it clearly, I can't be lazy anymore."
Caressing his wife's hand, Guo Dajing comforted him and said: "This year may be the busiest. I won't be able to relax until Liaodong is pacified."
Axiu nodded and asked: "Will you be able to go home every day next year?"
"Absolutely." Guo Dajing laughed, patted the back of his wife's hand gently, and said, "Only when there is no war can we live in peace of mind."
Well, Axiu raised her hand, caressed her husband's cheek, her eyes were full of tenderness, and said slowly: "Peace in the world, everyone is so looking forward to it! If there is no war, I don't have to worry about it anymore."
Guo Dajing nodded, buried his face in his wife's arms, and deeply breathed in the familiar feminine scent that made him feel at ease.
Peace in the world is still far from this goal. But Guo Dajing believes that if Liaodong can be pacified, the world will be the same. It is his mission and his responsibility to make all Ming people enjoy peace.