There is no longer a "road" in the strict sense between Malanyu and Zhenjiang Fort.
The march of the army will create a road, but if there are thousands of soldiers digging trenches when they have nothing to do, and they continue to dig trenches every day for a month and a half, then even if there is a road, at this moment
There is no trace at all.
There are high and low pits everywhere in the wilderness, some are connected together, and some are scattered in various places. When the night falls completely, no one will know that these pits will suddenly appear.
It's a human figure or a hyena.
These trenches and pits last for dozens of miles, and the wild grass in the wilderness grows crazy. It takes a few days to cover these trenches and pits. Even in the daytime, no one can see those lush ditches and pits from a distance.
Under the weeds, there is solid land or large pits.
Therefore, there is a high probability that Zhenjiang Fort will be able to have a worry-free winter this year. However, after the weather cools down, the ground will be frozen hard. Even if a large amount of manpower is used to fill these trenches and pits, then
It’s not just a matter of one or two days.
Except for possible small groups of enemy troops coming from here, basically there will not be a large number of cavalry passing by this winter.
Almost all the people in Zhenjiang Fort knew this kind of news. Thanks to the propaganda of the army and some brave young people who went to check it out in person, this made the people feel extremely at ease. If it weren't for the people in Zhenjiang Fort,
With a mountain of work to do, they can now sit back and relax in their own rooms.
Feng Changxin is one of these courageous young men. He also personally went to the almost endless trenches and pits outside. He also determined that under such circumstances, the Tartars would probably not have a large number of cavalry from here.
Come here, he doesn’t know whether the Tartars will go over mountains and rivers and bypass other places, but his idea is very simple. The Ming Dynasty is not only Dongjiang Town, there are also Ming armies in other places. No matter what the Tartars do,
If you go around, you will always encounter the Ming army, as long as the battle is not fought in Zhenjiang Fort.
However, even so, when the city moved people from outside the city into the city, he who met the conditions was among the first to enter the city.
He has an old wife.
Although the food allocated to them this year is not a lot, it should be enough for the two of them to last through the winter, and his mother can also earn some money by starching and washing clothes for others. She may be a little nervous, but it will probably not be like last year.
Almost to the point of starvation.
There was a city wall to be built in the city, and he was paid twenty bucks a day, and two meals of rice were included. He signed up without hesitation. It was a pity that the government provided two meals of rice while he was working, and he wanted to save some money.
Even at home, the soldiers had to watch them eat, which made him a little resentful towards the soldiers.
However, these are all trivial matters. You can’t bring food back, but you can get twenty big bucks every day steadily. Sometimes there are only a dozen or so jobs, and there are also less jobs for easier jobs.
Some, anyway, he rushes to do the heaviest work every time, which allows him to get full wages almost every day.
And his performance was noticed by the government officials. Now he is already a small foreman, with more than a dozen people listening to his orders!
"Brother Feng, we are running out of wood. If the people who delivered the wood are here today, ask the adults who oversee the work!"
"I know, I'm going to ask, don't stop your work, otherwise I'll deduct your money if you don't finish it!"
He responded and walked towards the wooden field in the distance.
The wood and stone were all collected and brought in by people outside the city, which was considered the heaviest work. However, these people were unwilling to move to the city, so they could not get the daily wages paid by the city.
It is said that money is calculated based on quantity. Anyway, he and his companions have calculated that when they collect wood and stone outside the city, the money they get in one day is probably not half of theirs.
There were many people busy at the woodyard, and there were also many small foremen like him who came to ask for wood. However, it was obvious that the young man surrounded by these small foremen with a pen and paper was the one in charge here.
He knew that person, and he even talked to him when he was fleeing to Zhenjiang Fort. It was said that he had attended a private school for a few days and knew a few words. Unexpectedly, when he arrived at Zhenjiang Fort, he relied on this ability to become a woodcutter.
's stewardship.
To be honest, he was a little envious of the other person. Anyway, the other person must have made much more money than he did by writing and drawing every day. Unfortunately, even if he wanted to read, there was no one to teach him.
In the midst of the fuss, he received his wood sign for today. The steward seemed to remember him, and the wood assigned to him had been simply taken care of, which saved him and his companions a lot of effort.
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"If you still have time in the evening and are not tired, you can come to Kokuba for a class. I will teach you how to read and calculate accounts. There is no charge. The more people who come, the better!"
When leaving, he heard the steward's words and couldn't help but stop: "Master Steward, can we all come?"
"Of course, anyone can come!"
"No charge?"
“No charge!”
The manager smiled cheerfully and said: "The people above will give me money. I can collect as much money from you as you want. Don't worry!"
Feng Changxin was a little tempted. He didn't think much about literacy, but if he could calculate accounts or something, it would be very attractive to him.
"If you don't want to pay me, can I ask my brother to come and listen to the steward's lecture? He is only twelve years old and can't do much work!"
"Okay, come all, come all!" The steward said with a smile: "Let me tell you some news. The adults above heard that they will soon recruit a group of people who can read and calculate accounts. Our Zhenjiang Fort is so big, now
There are so many people, and the elite soldiers and generals under the commander-in-chief have no time to take care of the trivial matters of our people. In the future, people will still have to take care of these things, think about it!"
Feng Changxin returned to the construction site and talked about this matter as a casual conversation with his companions. However, as he expected, most of his companions were not interested. After working hard all day, everyone wanted to have a good rest after going back, even if they were full of energy.
If you wander around for a while, you might be able to find a wife who can come back and learn to do accounting. What's the use of literacy?
Feng Changxin was a little disappointed, but it was normal to think about it. How could it be so easy to learn how to read and calculate accounts, and it was not paid? Maybe the steward was using this excuse to defraud the government of money!
Anyway, he planned to take a look at it at night. What if it was true? What if he could learn something? It would be better than now!
The calls to work came and went, and Feng Changxing made up his mind. He began to feel that time seemed to pass much slower. The days that seemed to disappear in a blink of an eye every day, today have been hanging slowly in the sky.
In the distance, there were countless construction sites similar to the one under his feet, and countless figures were rising and falling on each other. He became a little anxious. If this continued, he would probably be able to do these jobs in less than a month. Isn't that right?
After finishing the work, the steward will not give lectures!
He hid this thought in his heart, well, when he sees the steward in the evening, he must ask about this matter!