Cutting over the end of the Ming Dynasty: a dog-leg knife at the beginning

Chapter 176 Daughter-in-law, I'm back

The child's life was saved, but the other three adults had already fallen to the ground, with more gas and less gas, and they couldn't be saved, because they ate faster and more, so naturally they wouldn't feel better .Yang Menglong looked at these refugees who were suffocated to death by a meal of beef in front of him, with a satisfied smile on their faces until they died, Yang Menglong felt very blocked in his heart.He had seen such a photo on the Internet before: On the desolate African plains, a dying African son knelt down on the ground, supporting the ground with hands like numbness and panting in pain. Behind her was A vulture with malicious intentions is eyeing her, waiting for her to swallow her last breath, and then go up to peck her flesh and blood... The photographer who took this photo won the highest honor in the photography world, but in the two award-winning Unable to bear the torture of conscience a month later, he committed suicide.He never understood that the photographer was doing well and did nothing wrong, so why did he commit suicide?Now he finally understands, because although the photographer did nothing wrong, but he stood by while others were being tortured, he owed too much debt of conscience, how high the honor he received, this debt of conscience Just as heavy, or even heavier.

Some things obviously have nothing to do with you, but as long as your conscience is not wiped out, there is no way to stand by and watch.

Yang Menglong sighed, glanced over the cattle thieves, and said, "Give them a few catties of miscellaneous grains, and let them go." After thinking for a while, he said to Xue Siming, "Take the money and buy some miscellaneous grains." In the evening, I cook a few pots of porridge and distribute them to the refugees who follow me. I think if there is something to eat, they will stop stealing cattle.”

Xue Siming hesitated: "But we don't have much money..."

Yang Menglong said: "Then ask Cheng Ji to borrow some, that guy is very rich!" After finishing speaking, he rode his horse dejectedly and ran out for a walk.Seeing his depressed appearance, he accidentally thought he was caught stealing cattle.

The turmoil of stealing cattle subsided, Xue Siming took out a few buckets of miscellaneous grains and distributed them to the cattle thieves, telling them to leave, and Zhong Ning asked Cheng Ji to borrow money to buy miscellaneous grains.The price of grain in Shaanxi was frighteningly expensive. Even miscellaneous grains cost three taels of silver a stone. He could only recognize it by pinching his nose. He bought more than twenty stones of old rice and soybeans, which cost a lot of money.

The brigade drove the cattle, sheep and horses and continued on the road.Fortunately, sheep and horses can walk fast as long as they are full of food, but the herd is a bit troublesome, slow to move, and sometimes fights a few times, which is really a headache.As usual, they left, followed by a large group of refugees. From time to time, some people stopped to collect horse manure, rummaged through it to find undigested barley and black beans, washed them and boiled them to satisfy their hunger.Qing Zhuang followed closely, hoping that it would be dark soon and the herd would stop, so that they could help with heavy work such as chopping firewood, carrying water, and cutting night grass, in exchange for a bowl of food.They will not miss any opportunity to exchange for food.

This time they got their wish.When it was getting dark, the herd stopped, and just when they were going to ask the soldiers of Wuyang Guard if they could help, Zhong Ning came over and shouted in Shaanxi dialect: "Listen up, everyone, we are now We need some people to come and help us pitch tents, chop firewood, carry water, cut night grass, and build fences for livestock, come if you want to work!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment. You know, in the past, these uncles took care of these jobs by themselves, and they didn't care much about their help. How can it change?Someone boldly said: "We are willing to help, can you feed us?"

Zhong Ning said: "Okay, those who come to help each have two big bowls of soybean porridge, with oil and salt, let's fill up!"

With a bang, young men with a lot of strength swarmed up, carrying water, chopping firewood, and making stoves, working in full swing.Wuyangwei also set up a few large pots in front of them, poured large bags of old rice and beans into it, threw a handful of salt, and boiled them over high heat, making the old and weak women and children behind swallow their saliva.After all the work was done and the porridge was cooked, the young and sweaty young men lined up to receive the porridge according to the orders of Wuyangwei soldiers. Most of them brought the first bowl of porridge to their families and watched The family members drank sweetly and smiled, and there were rare smiles on their plastered faces.

That night, Yang Menglong didn't lose anything, not even a single wool.

The next day, Yang Menglong asked the refugees to help clean up the camp and set out. The reward was two buns, and the refugees worked very hard.At night, it was still the same. The refugees helped them build a camp, and exchanged their strength for two large bowls of soybean porridge. Everyone cooperated happily and lived in peace.After that, Yang Menglong’s livestock were rarely stolen. Those refugees not only did not steal, but also took the initiative to take care of the livestock for them. Any theft would be stopped by them immediately. Everyone was afraid that this good cooperative relationship would be ruined. This kind of despicable behavior of petty theft destroys and causes everyone to lose the opportunity to work part-time.The theft stopped abruptly, and Yang Menglong's plan worked.However, Cheng Ji shook his head and concluded that his plan would have endless troubles, but the facts proved that he was right, and Yang Menglong soon suffered...

Nanyang, Henan, Wuyang Army Field.

Winter is getting closer and closer, the trees have lost their leaves, the grass has long been withered and yellow, and the endless fields have been planted with winter wheat early, which looks quite desolate and chilling.In the military field of Wuyangwei, the leaves of potatoes on the Chengpan River are also a little bit yellow. It has been more than three months since they were sown, and it is time to harvest.The military households and the refugees who moved from other places are eagerly looking forward to Yang Menglong’s return soon—no one has planted potatoes on a large scale before, and everyone doesn’t know how to take care of them or when to harvest them. They can only wait for Yang Menglong to come back .Fang Yizhi and Zhang Tong walked back and forth in the field with a few men, Xiao Yufang and Liu Ziyan sat on the side of the road pointing, a frog that hadn't entered hibernation for a long time, a radish sticking out of the ground , can become their topic.

Zhang Tong looked at the potatoes all over the ground and couldn't see anything surprising. He stamped his feet and said, "Yang Qianhu is really fooling around. After harvesting the wheat, just prepare the land quickly and plant winter wheat. What the hell are these potatoes doing? The yield of this thing is not as good as wheat. If it delays the sowing of winter wheat, the nearly [-] people under his command will starve to death! What a nonsense! What a nonsense!"

Fang Yizhi stroked his beard and sighed: "That child is still very capable. As long as he works hard, he can do anything impressively. It's just that his temper, like a child who hasn't grown up, can do whatever he wants. I can’t even listen to what I say... No matter, wait another three days, if he still doesn’t come back after three days, let the military households shovel the potatoes, and plant winter wheat quickly, time is running out!”

Zhang Tong said with a dark face: "It should be like this. If you don't plant it, it will snow, and you can't grow it!" Potatoes have been introduced to China for a long time. In North China and Northwest China They are planted in other places, but because they have not mastered the planting technology and the fertilizers have not kept up, the yield is actually lower than that of wheat. Although potatoes are not picky, it does not mean that they can get a good harvest wherever they are thrown. , The fertilizer has to keep up with it in order to have a good harvest, or you can try planting it by a river full of pebbles?Not to mention potatoes, even cacti don't grow.Some officials of the Ming Dynasty probably listened to the legends of European missionaries about the high yield of potatoes, and forcibly promoted them in their own jurisdictions, so that all farmers could grow potatoes.Over and over again, officials in the north don't like potatoes anymore. The yield of this stuff is not as high as that of wheat, so why grow it?It's better to grow wheat honestly!In Zhang Tong's view, Yang Menglong was just fooling around with so many fertile fields to grow such low-yield crops.

Liu Ziyan pointed to a particularly tall potato seedling, and asked Xiao Yufang: "Sister, do you think this thing is really as productive as Little General Yang said?"

Xiao Yufang smiled and shook her head: "How do I know? Anyway, the potatoes he planted in the garden are very productive. It's just such a small piece of land, and he has harvested several baskets, and he hasn't finished eating them yet."

Liu Ziyan said: "It would be great if the potatoes in the field were as productive as those grown in the garden, and everyone would be full." Looking into the distance with some regret, "I really hope he will come back soon and order the harvest Tudou, I want to see if he is as amazing as he said..."

Xiao Yufang looked at her, with a half smile but not a smile: "You look forward to it day and night, hoping that he will come back soon, just because it's as simple as looking at potatoes?"

Liu Ziyan blushed slightly, her eyes wandered all over the place, and she said, "It's that simple, otherwise how complicated do you think it could be?"

Xiao Yufang chuckled, and said, "In my opinion, it's not like that..." Xiao Yufang's words were interrupted by the sound of horse hooves, and everyone looked away, only to see a dozen tall horses on the road. The one running in the front is a maroon horse. Its shoulder height is nearly ten centimeters higher than that of common Mongolian horses. Its muscles are well-proportioned and its coat is shiny. The mane of his horse fluttered like a red flag. The publicity and wildness made people heartbroken. Even Fang Yizhi and Zhang Tong, who didn't understand horses at all, blurted out involuntarily: "Okay!" Horse, good horse!"

The team of knights came at lightning speed, cheering all the way, the familiar fields, the bamboo canal, the waterwheel that rotated day and night by the river, and the military households and long-term laborers who were sowing winter wheat in the newly reclaimed fields, especially those The endless potato fields made these brave knights excited, shouting and howling, letting the farmers who were working in the fields know that they were very happy!The one who ran in the front howled the loudest, and howled at Xiao Yufang: "Daughter-in-law, I'm back!"

You don't need to read it, just by hearing the smug ghost screaming, you should know that that bastard Yang Menglong is back.Went to Shaanxi, I don't know if I have gained any experience, anyway, my voice is a lot louder, and the roar is earth-shattering, everyone knows it, Xiao Yufang can't wait to find a crack in the ground to get in!
(End of this chapter)