Beiyang new warlord

I have to admire the vision of Ye Ertai, an old hunter. He glanced at the bottom of a mountain ridge, most of which was covered by snow, revealing a half-meter-long hole. He remembered it. Nearby, he also found bear feces. , Grabbing the paw marks left by the tree, it is determined that this is a bear cave.

According to the method of Jurchen hunters, first worship the Great Bear God, then dig a pit near the entrance of the cave, and then light a fire at the entrance of the bear cave, and smoke into it. Hundreds of people waited anxiously, for half an hour, the shocking bear roared Finally, there was a sound, and three giant bears nearly two meters in size came out of the hole in a daze like they were drunk, and then, a few old Jurchens in the Sumu Department drove them away with torches and howled. Surprisingly, they fell into the big pit one after another.

Mao Jue's prey was three more bears.

This thing is too heavy, and the horse must not be able to carry it. When Ye Ertai showed his skills, under his command, the soldiers of the Dongjiang Guards chopped some wood, and made leather ropes from deer skins that were not as big as crabs. , pulled into leather strips, part for binding, part for lubrication, a dozen huge sledges were built in this way, and the hunted deer, dragged by horses, can go up the mountain again.

While walking, these playful young men were still talking and laughing loudly, but when they climbed back along the horseshoe marks and returned to the mountain ridge where they met the deer, Mao Jue couldn't laugh.

Some bloodstains and messy footprints can still be seen on the ground, but the first wave of shooting, the dozens of deer that were shot down all disappeared. It is not a big deal if the deer is gone, but the six or seven Su who stayed behind to pack their prey The tribesmen also evaporated with the world.

"Sutai! Namjin!"

Unable to hold back his anxiety, the surrounding guards simply led their horses and shouted in all directions. A dozen or so officers gathered in the middle, looking down at the traces, each with serious faces.

"Could it be that I encountered a mountain ghost!"

These days, there are all kinds of weird legends in the mountains, just like in the Japanese mythology of the night tour of the ghosts, there are dozens of monsters living in the mountains, an officer of the Uiju Sanwei couldn't help but said with an ugly face .

"Where are there so many mountain ghosts? Besides, even if there are mountain ghosts, you have to be afraid of the power of people! Our master general kills people like hemp, and his power is astounding. Which kid dare not open his eyes and provoke our master general!"

Immediately, someone retorted disdainfully, but he also shook his head uncertainly.

"Perhaps, we may meet some wild beasts!"

"Absolutely not a beast!"

While talking, Sumu Yeertai, who was lying on the ground thinking about it, stood up while supporting the tree with an extremely ugly face, holding something in both hands, hurriedly walked to Mao Jue, and as he offered, a cyan The sharp stone arrows came into view impressively.

"Jurchen?"

"Basically, there are also barbarian tribes here! The past two years have been too comfortable, Sutai, Namjin and the others are also old hunters, and they forgot to guard against other barbarians!"

Many people have seen Bei Ye’s survival in the wilderness of the later generations, but for the savage Jurchen, every day is considered survival in the wilderness, especially in winter, when there are so few things in the cold weather, even for a rabbit, it is possible to use a sword facing each other.

The three parts of Sumu are pretty good. After all, they have primitive farming, and they can endure a little better in winter, but even so, the competition between Sumu, Jiashan, and Baizuo for prey in winter is one after another, and it doesn’t matter how many people die every year. What news, in this way, this Sakhalin Island is more primitive, and the savage Jurchens who live entirely by hunting have even more reason to attack these dozen deer.

Mao Jue tapped his head in frustration. This is his negligence as a leader. Before coming here, he already knew that there were savage Jurchen pirates here, but he hadn’t encountered them for so many days, and he was so self-sufficient that he forgot This threat, seeing the surprised and angry expressions of his subordinates around him, Mao Jue couldn't help turning his head towards the dense mountains and fields.

"Let everyone gather together and use the sentry as a unit to search in the forest. Regardless of whether you can find it or not, half Tokiomi must return here! You must go down the mountain before dark!"

"But this hatred! It must not be forgotten like this!"

With a bang, Mao Jue's dagger slammed into the tree trunk.

Chapter 3 Eleven. The First Year in the New World

When a few huge sledges pulled heavy prey out of the mountain forest missing a large piece, the whole Red Shuangcheng was boiling, just like in the movie, women and children in cotton coats and hats dropped their work , excitedly greeted them, and surrounded the hill-like bear with admiration, and the men were more serious, helping to put the deer, the rabbit, and the badger off the big sledge. With the last twilight of the afterglow, the skin was ripped open, and large chunks of red venison were hung on the pole, which made the mouth water.

Watching the lively scene, Mao Jue turned his head helplessly, and whispered to Mao Qian, Su Mu Ye Ertai ordered.

"Don't talk about today's incident, don't spread the matter, it will make Luo Zhige, Li Tai and the others triple the number of patrols."

But after glancing at Ye Ertai, Mao Jue's face showed a stern look again.

"Don't worry about this matter, you can't pass it! No one can kill the people in Dongjiang and live freely!"

"I will understand at the end!"

At this time, the meaning of the word Dongjiang was revealed heavily, making people feel the weight of being in it. Ye Ertai responded with a serious expression and bowed slightly.

That night, apart from the meeting of several important generals and Mao Jue, things seemed to have calmed down, but this calm was undercurrents. The sixteen five-meter-high wooden buildings on the side of the island A raging bonfire was burning on the watchtower, and there were several more teams of night watchmen with flintlock guns.

Especially on the second day, the hunting team up the mountain increased to 600 people, and all of them raised their spirits 12 sternly, as if they were in actual combat, for fear that the arrows from the dark would hit themselves.

However, one day or two days, there were still a lot of prey, but it seemed as if they had really seen a ghost. This kind of attack had never been encountered again, let alone a person, not even a ghost shadow.

In this awkward calm, the Spring Festival came as scheduled.

On the last day of the seventh year of Chongzhen, refugees from all over the world in the Ming Empire welcomed the first festival overseas.

Almost all the flour has been used up. In the newly built wooden house, a red flame is burning in the hearth. Next to it, the chopping boards are just sawed from the tree and polished. The women are talking and nimbly Wrapped with dumplings, venison, rabbit, roe deer, don't care what kind of meat, mixed with sweet potato stems brought from Dongjiang, dried vegetables, thrown into the water and boiled, it is delicious.

The outside is also very lively, no matter whether you recognize it or not, you will be neighbors in the future, and the men are not willing to wear it. The latest clothes are holding fists and visiting each other. Although there are really no door-to-door gifts, but they are necessary. That's the excitement.

Now more than 1000 houses have been repaired. The two-story small building is like the small villas of later generations. Although there is no furniture, the original family house can only be packed with two or three families. It is crowded, but at least there is no need to live in a tent to freeze Yes, posting couplets during festivals is a custom for people from Shanxi, Henan, and Hebei. Unfortunately, here, the paper that can be seen everywhere in the pass has become a rare item, and pasting couplets has become a luxury.

Fortunately, it's hard to say that the people of the Central Plains who are flexible and adaptable are like cultivated corn and potatoes, don't they have no paper?There are all kinds of wood here. The sawmill, which was originally reluctant to go to work every day, is now overcrowded, and square wooden boards are shipped out. A nearby stone mine is all a kind of red iron ore. The stone is crushed into powder with a roller, and then the wood is soaked in it, and there is a red pair.

But the most important step, many people are stuck, the most important thing for the pair is to write auspicious words, but among the 2 people, the number of literate people is so small that they can grab a handful of their hair, and each of them will get a lice , and finally there are three left.

Mao Jue, as the supervisor's personal guard, is usually a disliked role, the leader, but at this time he has become a favorite, one by one is robbed, and everyone is staggered. Pulled to the west house, those who have daughters at home are lucky, go up, hug and kiss brother, these well-trained, determined iron guards like stones fell, and they were dragged over in a daze, and they also started writing. I don't know what I wrote.

But this is also in short supply. Families without girls who use beauties have to do it themselves. Grandpa Mao said that the creativity of working people is also endless. If you can’t write, can’t we draw?The big deal is to replace it with graphics.

So Mao Jue, who went to the street to observe the people's sentiments, was dizzy.

"Cock chicken chicken chicken chicken!"

"Pig pig pig pig pig!"

"Hengpi, pig, pig, chicken!"

Looking at the vivid rooster and hen carved on the wooden board, as well as the image of a fat pig that looks fat and fat, Mao Jue immediately slapped his thigh: "This household, When the farm outside the city is built next year, we will send them to raise them!"

Behind the Red Shuangcheng garrison, the sixth-rank military officer Luo Zhige quickly took out a small notebook and wrote it down.

Going forward, looking at the graph, before Mao Jue could read it out, the girl Ying Ji turned her face away with a flushed face and spat, muttering and cursing in a low voice.

"Indecent!"

"This must be a bachelor's house!"

Big mouth almost opened his eyes, Mao Jue nodded his head with joy, looking at the graphic, if read out, it would be boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs eating boobs.

"Wait next year, introduce someone to this family!"

"Obey, General!"

Holding the small notebook, Luo Zhige jotted it down again.

Mao Jue looked at it like this, but he didn't know that this woodblock painting couplet has become a kind of folk art in the Red Shuangcheng. The words and paintings refined every year carry special meaning. , has been admired by artists all over the world.

However, before Mao Jue walked out of the street, the other end was coming towards him with jingling gongs and drums. It was different from the kind of families in later generations who squatted at home watching TV dramas. In this era, the Chinese New Year is everyone’s festival. The relationship with people is much closer, and the taste of the year is also full. It is still carved from wood. The statue of Mao Jue does not know what kind of god it is. Hua's old and strong man beat the gong happily, and the villagers in the next year followed him in a lively parade.

To be honest, Mao Jue didn't have a good impression of the refugees who came to Dongjiang at first. Who told them to give him a blow as soon as they came, but only at this time, he saw that these refugees under his command still had On the other side, there are sedan chairs behind the statues. Some people are beating gongs and drums and singing Henan clappers, and some are singing Shanxi operas with long notes. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have costumes. A white face is a treacherous minister, and a big man with two blush on his face is a big girl. This simple entertainment also makes these miserable foreigners enjoy it.

The appearance of Mao Jue seemed to have disrupted the parade. Looking at him, a dozen or so old men immediately ran out of the parade, whooping as they went up, there was a long bow.