The next day, Duan Sicheng led his clan members early in the morning. Everyone who was filled with indignation yesterday seemed to be very happy today. Even the depressed Duan Xiaojun couldn't help but join in the fun.
The misunderstanding has been resolved, and the ancestors are willing to vouch for it and promise that the officers and soldiers will give high rewards. In addition to all the men from yesterday, there are also many female relatives mixed in. Each additional person can receive an extra
Everyone who heard about it wanted to try their luck.
After being introduced by Duan Sicheng, Chongzhen was very interested in one of the young men named Duan Xiaogang. This man was not only proficient in masonry and carpentry, but also had some skills as a blacksmith. He was one of the best craftsmen in the village. In addition, there were ten generals
The craftsmen are all young people of the junior generation, and all of them in Chongzhen fall into the category of craftsmen without exception.
He arrived at the mountain pass with Duan Sicheng, Duan Xiaogang and others, and countless people from Datong Prefecture were walking out of it. When they saw Chongzhen, they all stopped and bowed down, saying hello to the Long Live Lord in a pure Datong accent.
The reason why he concealed his true identity from Duan Sicheng was to abandon common etiquette and to better communicate with his subordinates. However, he failed to expect that the secret would be revealed to him by the people on his way.
Chongzhen glanced at Duan Sicheng with some meaning. Seeing that there was no panic or surprise on his face, he had guessed it already.
Anyway, it’s better to use less of this trick in the future, it’s really embarrassing.
Handing the sketch in his hand to Duan Xiaogang, who was standing respectfully aside, Chongzhen pointed in front of him and said, "I plan to set up a fort here, and the shape will be as shown in the sketch given to you. What should I do? Think carefully about it."
Before setting off, Duan Xiaogang received advice from his ancestors, tried his best to maintain his inner thoughts, and took the sketch calmly, but when he heard the word "I", he couldn't help but tremble.
"Xiaogang, did you hear everything your Majesty said clearly?" Duan Sicheng said, pressing Duan Xiaogang's left shoulder with his hand.
"Listen clearly!" Duan Xiaogang quickly glanced at the sketch, and then measured the dimensions with his feet alone. He stayed there and thought for a while before returning to Chongzhen. He lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, if you want the stone to be strong, you must
It is better to wrap the wall with green bricks and use Sanhe soil to ram it."
"Oh? Come and listen."
After Duan Xiaogang's explanation, Chongzhen learned that in order to build this fortress, in addition to stacking a large number of green bricks, in order to ensure its solidity, a kind of glutinous rice mortar still needs to be prepared for bonding. However, green bricks are easy to find, so they demolished nearby abandoned buildings.
It can be obtained from buildings in villages and counties, but glutinous rice mortar is difficult to obtain.
As the name suggests, glutinous rice mortar is made by mixing glutinous rice juice and mortar, and the proportion of glutinous rice is not low.
Using a large amount of grain to build a wall is unwise in the current situation. If ordinary pure stone mortar is used instead, the hardness will be greatly reduced. Considering that the bunker must have a certain ability to withstand shelling, this is obviously inappropriate.
Therefore, Duan Xiaogang’s suggestion is to do the next best thing and use Sanhe soil tamping instead of glutinous rice mortar.
The configuration of Sanhe soil is simple. Just mix lime and loess in a ratio of 40 to 60 to make a kind of lime soil, and then fill it with river sand and gravel. These three basic materials are everywhere in Shanxi.
However, Sanhe soil needs to be rammed and compacted layer by layer before it can become firmly bonded. Therefore, compared with using glutinous rice mortar, it will require a lot more manpower and construction time.
Even after going through later generations, Chongzhen was still confused when he heard it, and couldn't help but sigh, this is the importance of craftsmen. Then he agreed to Duan Xiaogang's proposal and said: "If you need anything, just ask me, I have only one request, three
It must be completed within days.”
Such an arduous task made Duan Xiaogang a little hesitant. People say that there is no joke in the army. If the matter is messed up, it will be a serious crime of beheading. However, seeing his ancestor staring closely at him, he had to grit his teeth and agree: "Three days in three days."
sky!"
"good!"
Chongzhen was waiting for his words. When he said yes, he looked at the craftsmen around him with admiration, and then said to Duan Sicheng: "If this matter is done well, it will be with the help of annihilating the enemy. After the war, we will reward you for your merits."
You have a share."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."
At this time, Mengchai walked out of the military camp, followed by four soldiers, who worked together to carry a large box.
After Meng Chai finished speaking, Chongzhen nodded and said: "The grain sent by Fu Lao has been counted and inspected. This box contains the money for my grain purchase. Let's go and calculate whether it is enough."
"Alas, Your Majesty, what are you saying? It is the duty of good citizens like us to contribute to the imperial court. We cannot accept this money, we cannot accept it."
"Everything here will be left to Supervisor Fu Lao." After Chongzhen said that, he took Mengchai and the soldiers away. Duan Sicheng opened the lid of the box and saw that there was at least one thousand taels of silver inside, and the rice grain he sent this time was only
More than two hundred stones.
"What are you still doing?" Seeing His Majesty walking away, Duan Sicheng said sternly to his juniors.
Everyone was dumbfounded by the gray silver. Duan Xiaogang swallowed hard and wondered, how many wives can he get with this much silver?
Chongzhen's sincere move completely aroused the enthusiasm of the people in Duanjiazhuang Village. Under Duan Sicheng's personal supervision, all the villagers devoted themselves to the construction of the fortifications. In just one morning, Duan Xiaogang and other craftsmen built the wooden frame of the bunker.
The camp was also in full swing. The grain transporters stationed here were sent to various places nearby to demolish the vacant houses and transport back the bricks and stones. Mengchai's Manchu soldiers were also not idle. Chongzhen sent some to the county town for other purposes.
However, just in the afternoon, at the time of Shenchu, a strange thing happened suddenly, which aroused Chongzhen's vigilance.
Several people fainted inexplicably while transporting sand, and then dozens of people appeared coughing non-stop. Looking back, they all came from the civilians who were escorting grain and grass.
The "epidemic", a ghost that scares countless people, quietly arrives together with the spring of all things after dormant for several months in the cold winter.
Chongzhen sent Mengchai to quickly recall Sun Xuanhuai, who had been traveling for more than half a day. Before going to confirm the situation in person, he ordered his subordinates to immediately cut off the excess clothes and tie the cut long cloth around his face to cover his mouth and nose.
"Your Majesty, is it possible that wind evil invaded the body?" Sun Xuanhuai, who hurried back, asked after tying the long cloth.
"This matter is no small matter and must not be taken carelessly."
At present, all soldiers and civilians are forced to have their mouths and noses bound at Chongzhen's request. In Sun Xuanhuai's view, His Majesty is making a fuss.
As he watched the soldiers take away the suspected sick civilians one by one and transfer them to other places, one of them had a civilian face that looked familiar to Chongzhen, but he couldn't remember it.
Deng Sanping was lying on the wooden board, and he could feel himself moving in a daze. His hot forehead made him unable to think normally, and his throat was itchy and painful. He wanted to cough but couldn't.
"This...is, what's going on." Deng San murmured.
When the man carrying the plank heard the sound, he only lowered his head and glanced, and suddenly his soul was gone. He let go of his hands and Deng San fell to the ground.
"Blood...blood!" Man Bing pointed at the corner of his eye and shouted to Chongzhen in the distance. Sun Xuanhuai was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes were bleeding...This is "pimple plague".
