"What is this?" In the countryside of Yilan County, Mengzhou, Jiang Xuanhui looked at the post road in surprise, grinning from ear to ear.
Several cow-like deer were walking on the post road, and a group of Shatuo soldiers were carefully driving them away.
This kind of deer is really big, weighing more than 1,500 kilograms, and it looks very scary. If it weren't for its docile temper, no one would dare to approach it.
"Moose." Yi Shatuo Military Academy said: "It took a lot of effort to catch them from the north. The sage has ordered a few to be sent to Beiping Prefecture for everyone to see."
"This..." Jiang Xuanhui was speechless.
With such a large body, it is better to kill and eat meat.
"Want to eat moose meat?" the military academy laughed and asked.
Jiang Xuanhui was a little moved and asked: "Really?"
"There are several hundred kilograms of preserved meat." The military academy waved his hand, and someone took more than ten kilograms of preserved meat from the carriage behind and stuffed it to Jiang Xuanhui.
The military academy also tore off a piece, threw it into his mouth, chewed it, and said: "Except for the cold spots, this place in Liaodong really has no shortcomings. There are too many meats and fishes, and I'm afraid I won't be able to catch them for hundreds of years."
over."
Jiang Xuanhui stared blankly at the meat in his hand, then suddenly reacted and asked someone to bring down a bag of white noodles from his carriage, saying: "Anton white noodles are here for you."
"Oh, this is good stuff." The military academy was overjoyed and asked someone to bring another bucket of fish to Jiang Xuanhui and his party, saying, "I'm not taking your stuff for nothing."
This is pickled salmon, which is plentiful in Blackwater. The meat is thick and oily, so it is very popular.
Jiang Xuanhui smiled, did not refuse, and waved goodbye.
He knew that this was Shi Jiantang, returning from Dongping Mansion.
They have been so popular recently. With the help of the Bohai people, they can almost be regarded as the home field. They have tens of thousands of people on foot and cavalry, killing the rebellious tribes until they howl like ghosts and howl like wolves.
Jiang Xuanhui has read the official documents from the local state government. In Tieli Prefecture alone, more than 30,000 prisoners were captured, and they were basically the Mohe tribe who moved in. No, as far as Tieli Prefecture is concerned, this should not be inward migration, they are all
The people of the Mohe Tieli tribe chose to stay and surrender to the Bohai Kingdom more than a hundred years ago.
In addition to the Shatuo tribe, the Sage tribe and the Anqing tribe were also transferred eastward to Mengzhou after defeating Abaoji.
Their target is not just the Mohe soldiers gathered in the Meituo Lake area. If they are not honest, they may attack their lair and completely undermine the enemy's morale.
If all the three Shatuo tribes had grown men, they would have 60,000 to 70,000 soldiers and horses at their fingertips, which would already be a very huge force.
Jiang Xuanhui was not very interested in these wars. He only cared about his own official position and what price he had to pay and what achievements he had to make for a higher official position.
Now it seems that the first priority is to resettle the immigrants.
He turned around and caught up with his brother-in-law Zhang Quanyi and his party.
"Huangyun withered grass, sincerely don't deceive me." Zhang Quanyi came to Tieli Mansion for the second time.
When I came last time, the grassland was still green and full of vitality.
This time I came, the bleak scene of autumn was everywhere.
To be honest, he still likes the sight of green grass. It makes him feel at ease and makes him energetic.
Zhang Quan'en, dressed in military uniform, looked at the dilapidated village with neither sadness nor joy.
Mengzhou has its first batch of immigrants.
The sage showed mercy and pardoned three thousand households of servants in the palace city of Beiping as common people, and ordered them to move to Mengzhou.
Three thousand households of servants were moved here and demoted to the rank of tribe.
These six thousand families were originally going to Shenzhou, but they temporarily changed their route. After a long journey, they arrived at Tieli Mansion, from which we can get a glimpse of the court's determination.
"Let's go and have a look at the village." Zhang Quanyi got off his horse and walked to the village under the protection of the sergeant.
There are more than thirty households in the village, which are mainly made of adobe houses. The furnishings in the houses are extremely simple. It is not an exaggeration to say that the houses are bare with walls. I don’t know whether it was originally like this or whether it became like this after many robberies.
There are traces of burning inside the Tukang, and when you touch it with your hand, there is still residual warmth.
"Shatuo soldiers stayed here when they passed by." Muramasa followed him and explained.
Zhang Quanyi nodded and asked, "Is this your home? Where is your hometown?"
"My family is from Raoyang County, Shenzhou." Muramasa replied.
"How long have you been here?"
"Half a month."
"How does it feel?"
"The ground is good. It will be leveled in a few days and we can sow it in spring next year. The harvest should be good."
Zhang Quanyi nodded and asked: "Besides leveling the land, what else did you do?"
"The warrior who escorted us here reminded us to prepare firewood for the winter."
"Are you ready? Where are you?" Zhang Quanyi asked, "Take me to have a look."
Muramasa didn't expect that the official was so serious and wanted to see the firewood he had prepared, so he immediately responded: "Sir, please follow me."
After that, he led them through the north gate and into the backyard.
Zhang Quanyi took a quick look and saw that there were several chickens raised in the courtyard. They were looking for food with their heads down. It was a miracle that they were not taken away by the passing warriors.
A vegetable patch was opened in the northwest corner, but it was now empty, with nothing left.
There is a plum tree in the northeast corner, which has no fruit. There is a well under the tree, and the well is covered with a manhole cover made of reeds.
"You are lucky." Zhang Quanyi sighed: "If there were no houses left by the Bohai people, you would not have a hard time this winter."
Muramasa sighed: "This is all the kindness of the saint. I don't know how long it will take to repay it."
Zhang Quanyi laughed when he heard this and asked: "You have been building a palace in Peiping for several years. Don't you hate the saint?"
"If you lose, you have to admit it." Muramasa said, "Finally, the saint is kind and gave us a way to survive."
"It's good if you can think so." Zhang Quanyi said: "The saint has always been merciless to the warriors who caused trouble. Zhang Wanjin took Luzhou and killed everyone. It's a blessing that you are still alive. The weather in Mengzhou is not good, and only one person can be killed every year. It is possible to grow grain for one season, but the advantage is that the land is good. Once cultivated, it is easy to harvest two bushels of dendrobium per acre."
"Can you collect two dendrobiums?" Muramasa's eyes widened in disbelief.
He knew that the land was fertile and black, but he did not expect that one acre of land would yield two grains.
"Why not?" Zhang Quanyi said: "In the past, Hei Teuchang was stationed in Qinghai, planting one season of wheat a year, and harvesting two husks of Dendrobium per acre. In this way, the army had sufficient food, and even had enough to support Guanzhong in the year of great famine. In Mengzhou,
Apart from being cold, there are no shortcomings. By the way, can you do archery?"
Muramasa stretched out his calloused hands and said, "I have been playing bow for at least ten years."
"Isn't that great?" Zhang Quanyi said with a smile: "If you go hunting in your free time, your life might be better than in the Central Plains."
Muramasa forced a smile, not quite believing it.
"You kid, don't believe it." Seeing that Muramasa didn't believe his brother-in-law's words, Jiang Xuanhui jumped out and said, "The beasts here are like fools. They won't run away when people get close to them. As long as you are willing, it's easy to get a few of them and beat them as a tooth sacrifice."
"The officials are right. If that's true, it would be a good thing." Muramasa smiled and said, "I'll find someone to make a secondary bow tomorrow. I heard that the natives use birch wood bows, so I might try it."
Zhang Quanyi glanced around the courtyard for a long time and said, "I'm afraid this firewood is not enough."
Muramasa was a little surprised and asked: "May I ask the officials, these firewood can be burned for two months, are they not enough?"
"Winter in Mengzhou lasts for more than two months." Zhang Quanyi said earnestly: "Don't apply the same thing as Hebei to Liaodong. It's different. Where is your family?"
"I went out to cut the grass. The villagers said they caught some pigs raised by the Mohe people. They will deliver them in a few days. I will let them go out to cut some pig grass." Muramasa replied.
Of course they, the new immigrants, have food rations distributed to them. But when they first arrive, no one knows what the situation will be like next year. People eat food.
They are very economical and are often eaten with wild vegetables, let alone pigs?
"You need to prepare more pigweed. However, firewood is more important." Zhang Quanyi said: "October may be able to survive for a while, but starting from November until March next year, it will be winter. Without heating, it will be very difficult.
It’s going to be tough, so prepare more.”
In fact, there are some people who are not afraid of the cold, such as Heishui Mohe.
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They are divided into two types: burrowing and non-burrowing.
Those who do not live in caves use branches as a framework, and cover them with birch bark or animal skins to protect them from wind and rain. You can imagine that such a house must be leaky and how cold it will be in winter.
The cave dwellers are not very warm either. Even lighting a fire to keep warm is inconvenient, which is even worse.
But people have adapted to this climate, what can you do?
Human beings' adaptability is certainly infinite. The savages of Tierra del Fuego were even naked in the winter, but their ability to withstand the cold was not comparable to that of the Han people who had just immigrated.
The Khitans can send troops to fight in the first month. For example, historically they conquered Beijing on the Bohai Sea in the first month. They are not afraid of the cold at all, but can you do that?
If that doesn't work, then just prepare some more firewood and light a fire pit for Mao Dong.
This is what the Goguryeo people and the Bohai people did, and based on this, they survived the harsh winter, sowing seeds in the spring and harvesting food in the autumn. They continued to grow and develop, and drove the Heisui Mohe, which has the best cold resistance, to both sides of the Heilongjiang River.
on one's last legs.
Civilized people must be good at using tools and use their own advantages to defeat barbarians.
"Since the official said so, I will just do it." Muramasa replied.
"Are you a commoner or a tribe?" Zhang Quanyi suddenly thought of something and asked.
"People."
"Common people" and "buqu" are two concepts.
During the Pre-Tang Dynasty, Emperor Taizong attacked Goguryeo and captured a large number of people who should have been given to the government soldiers as slaves. However, Emperor Taizong took pity on them, paid for their redemption, and resettled them to Youzhou to "pardon them as common people."
The common people are good people, and the tribes are slaves. They are two different things. Of course, if we really want to be more serious, the Fubing tribes in Daxia can also take the exam and become officials, because they are "common people" in the legal sense.
"Is there a Buqu nearby?" Zhang Quanyi asked.
"There are some in the neighboring village. They are all from Zhenzhou. I heard that there are two households of Chengde Yamen."
"Do they have any objections?"
"After several years of building the palace, all the ambitions and ambitions have been wiped out." Muramasa smiled bitterly and said: "Besides, what did this damn place do? The imperial court sent troops to suppress it. Where can you escape? Is it possible to give it to you?
Don’t you think it’s too shabby for the Mohe people to be treated like dogs? What can the Mohe people give you?”
Zhang Quanyi smiled.
What he is most worried about is the rebellion of the new immigrants, because they are not good people.
The thousands of families who came this year were servants building the palace city. Ultimately, they were soldiers from Hebei and their families.
Next year some Shu people will come, also the rebellious sergeants and their families.
There will even be barbarians coming.
Zhang Quanyi can even imagine how difficult it is for the southerners to adapt to the cold weather in Liaodong. Will they rebel because of their resentment? This possibility cannot be ruled out.
Thinking of this, he became very worried. After finally becoming a transfer envoy, don't let the successive rebellions affect his official career - there was a large-scale rebellion in Liaodong. Of course, the governors and capital commanders were the first to bear the brunt, but other officials would also be affected.
Implicated, the officials have a low evaluation of them as a whole. After the nest is overturned, the eggs are not finished!
The sound of horse hooves echoed outside the village.
Zhang Quanyi signaled, and the village leader opened the small door to the backyard. A group of people went out to observe, and saw a large group of Kunfa Khitan people riding horses in the vast grass, marching eastward.
"The Khitans from the Seven Sacred States are serving the king according to his orders." Zhang Quan'en said.
"It was ordered to deter Blackwater Mohe." Jiang Xuanhui corrected.
Zhang Quanen glared at him.
Jiang Xuanhui shrank his head, took two steps back without leaving a trace, and hid behind Zhang Quanyi.
"Let's go." Zhang Quanyi waved his hand and said, "Come back after winter comes."
"Ah?" Jiang Xuanhui asked in shock: "It's freezing cold, do you still want to visit again?"
"Is it okay if you want to be promoted without paying a price?" Zhang Quanyi snorted coldly and said, "I am old and have nothing to ask for in this life. I will be satisfied if I can become a governor. But my son Jizuo and my stepgrandson If it fails and does not lay a good foundation for them, in the next generation, the Zhang family will be forgotten by everyone.
That’s it.”
Zhang Quan'en nodded solemnly. Several of his children are also young, and they really still need to pave the way.
Jiang Xuanhui was a bit disapproving. If it doesn't work, you can go to Chu Jieyu and Princess Xinmi to intercede. What a big deal.
"Go to various county towns and then return to Longquan Mansion." Zhang Quanyi got on his horse and said.
Liaodong Road currently governs the six prefectures of Shen, Xian, Xia, Zheng, Meng, Le, and Longquan. It previously governed Shenzhou, but now it has been moved to govern the Chongchun River and Mountain City in the northwest of the Huhan Sea.
The terrain of this mountain city is dangerous, and it can even be called dangerous, but the area is quite large. There is no need to waste it if it is left alone, and it is reluctant to tear it down, so I simply serve as the governor of Liaodong Road, the transfer envoy, and the commander of the first-level road officials. land.
Geographically, it is located in the center of Liaodong Road.
From a management point of view, it avoids the embarrassment of being in the same city as a province, state, or county.
From a military point of view, it is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and the central core will not be destroyed.
No matter from every aspect, it is very suitable as a place for Taoism.
The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away.
Muramasa walked out of the courtyard and played with the heavy sword he picked up from somewhere.
After a long time, he sighed and said: "If I can survive, or even be rich, I will set up an immortal tablet for Shao Sheng. If I can't, I'll betray him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man came out with a bundle of firewood on his back and said with a smile: "My father thought it was wrong. If life is really hard, just follow Cai Cai's example. Farm when the farming is busy, and go out to do a few jobs during the slack. It’s not that sad anymore.”
Muramasa shook his head and smiled and said: "Erlang is right. The imperial court is prone to fighting, so they rebel against the imperial court. The Mohe people, Khitan people, and Bohai people are weak, so they kill them. So, you have to practice martial arts well."
"I have been practicing." The young man put down the firewood, stretched his body, picked up a wooden spear without a spear head, and played with it a few times.
Muramasa looked on with a smile.
My son's martial arts skills are good, but he doesn't even dare to rebel against the court, but his ambition is not enough.
Alas, one generation is not as good as the other, and the descendants will be eaten to death in the future.
Zhang Quanyi had already walked far away and did not hear the conversation between the father and his son. Otherwise, he would have doubted whether these new immigrants from Hebei were "common people"?
However, in such a bitter and cold place, perhaps only these ruthless people can stand firm. As long as they can restrain their temper and fear the military power of the imperial court and dare not rebel, it may not be a bad thing.