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This effect is also very obvious. Basically, the refugees who were beaten by the warlords of the Ming Dynasty first knew that they were in awe of the rules of Dongjiang. This beating is just like a real Dongjiang person.

But this time, 50 refugees flooded in at once. Although Song Xiance's one-group-one-household system dismembered most of the previous refugee team, the military situation was urgent, and with Yuan Shizhong's personal guards, there were still tens of thousands The refugees who formed a group finally flowed into the Dongjiang River.

One rat droppings can ruin a whole pot of porridge! This time, it is Dong Jiang's blatant show of force!

As Mao Jue hummed, this unequal competition had come to an end. There were hundreds of refugees lying on the ground, which was embarrassing enough, and some even fled back to Xiaoyuan camp screaming. Looking at Yuan Shizhong, he wished he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in. Fortunately, Xiao Yuan Ying still had the last row of noodles, Yuan Shizhong's confidant, Yuan Dabao!

There was no one around, and there were Dongjiang soldiers with white footprints on their bodies, but even so, this tall black-skinned boy in his twenties still didn't panic at all. The horse gaited tightly, concentrating on defense.

Not wanting to be accused of being bullied by many people, the whistle chief of the Sixth Regiment tilted his head and stopped the team. Immediately afterwards, he rode out himself, shaking his neck and grabbing forward.

Who knew that this kid was like a monkey, dexterously dodging the eagle in an instant, this move was too big, before the whistle chief turned around, Yuan Dabao kicked him hard in the stomach, staggering , with his head on the ground, even the tall Dongjiang officer fell to the ground.

"General! This kid has been spoiled by the last general, don't be offended!"

It's really not frivolous and not a young man, and he flew a strong man. Yuan Dabao hooked his fingers at a group of stunned Dongjiang soldiers contemptuously. Seeing that Yuan Shizhong's forehead was sweating, he hurriedly apologized to Mao Jue.

However, Mao Jue didn't care, and even nodded appreciatively.

"This kid is a talent, but he is going to be unlucky!"

What kind of general and what kind of soldier! Mao Jue's motto is to use the cunning foot, never hook the uppercut! Just now, he was worried about face, but after falling down and eating the mud, he stood up on the ground and wiped the pimples from the corner of his mouth. Bloodstains, but the whistle chief showed a sinister smile, and immediately waved behind him.

"Kill him!"

This kid has indeed practiced, but Dongjiang soldiers are not vegetarians. They have practiced each one. In a blink of an eye, Yuan Dabao was submerged in the middle of a bunch of muscular men. Call.

"Many people beat others, not morals!"

"I'm a soldier, so I'll tell you about the morals of the rivers and lakes!"

Full of disdain, looking at the excitement with folded arms, the Dongjiang whistle chief hummed softly.

Although it was a little ugly at the end, everyone saw that 100 Dongjiang soldiers swept away 700 refugees. After the contest was over, Yuan Shizhong's fierce army looked at Mao Jue differently, with awe with fear.

Enjoying this kind of gaze, Mao Jue yelled loudly with his hands raised high.

"Competitions are competitions, and brothers are brothers. From now on, you will all be members of Dongjiang. Welcome!"

"Meet the general!"

With a whoosh, the 4000 people in the school grounds, and even the tens of thousands of refugees watching the excitement outside, all knelt down.

Fist is the last word! This time, Mao Jue, the morale of the immigrant army, accept it!

With the return of the last group of refugees from Xiaoyuanying, Mao Jue did not hesitate to make a deal with the devil, and the desperate gamble of selling his soul finally paid off.

Not only Mudanjiang City was filled, from here to the west, later Harbin City, today's Dongjiang Acheng New City, was also filled with a population of about one hundred thousand, Achengwei, Mudanjiangwei, Vladivostok Wei, three new cities It has brought vitality to this empty land of Heilongjiang. Around these three strongholds, Dongjiang's rule in this piece of white mountains and black waters has also officially kicked off. The transformation of North Dakura.

Mao Jue kept his word. The victims who came to seek refuge each distributed more than a dozen stones of grain to each household. The refugees also lived in new houses built of big logs, with new cotton-padded clothes and piles of coal for heating. Yes, each family of refugees registered in the car register was allocated ten acres of land! Farm cattle, iron plows, hoes and pickaxes were all prepared ready-made, and what they wanted from the knife head to lick their blood was to have land and clothes. Are you full?Mao Jue's such a light hand caused the court a headache, and turned back to the good people facing the loess and back to the sky, groping for gold in the black soil.

Even when the new year was just over, and the ice and snow hadn't yet melted, some people couldn't bear to carry a hoe first, wandering around the piece of land allocated to them, and couldn't wait to start farming.

I believe that when the spring is warm and the snow is blooming, there will be millions of acres of fertile land around here.

But just when these immigrants were gearing up, some people had already started working in full swing.

Boom~

The explosion of gunpowder made a loud bang, and on the peak that existed since ancient times, the frozen rocks fell down like rain. After the gunpowder was fired, before the ashes dispersed, the crowd like ants had already Pushing the wheelbarrow, he rushed up excitedly and pulled back all the big and small stones.

Even the pure land of the Great Northern Wilderness cannot escape the ravages of industrial pollution. Fortunately, the area here is many times wider than the narrow Dongjiang River. The huge steam engine sprays black smoke soaring into the sky, and is soon covered by the vast blue sky. The stored and diluted, could not find the slightest trace.

The rotating arm protruding from the huge steam engine pushed the same huge gear, and a dozen big and scary hammers smashed down fiercely while roaring. In the end, they all turned into gravel of similar size, and were then pushed away by the wheelbarrow.

Heading west from Vladivostok, truckloads of crushed stones were dumped on the ground. Although the weather reached minus 20 degrees at this time, all the men on the construction site were sweating profusely. He took it off, revealing his muscular body.

Xu Dazhuang was one of them. He took the baton one by one to reach Dongjiang. Immediately after he was confused, he was stuffed into the engineering team. The crushed stones were pressed over, and as the rollers creaked and sang, those small stones were deeply pressed into the ground, and the flat surface was revealed.

However, unlike all the roads repaired by Dongjiang, this end has just been flattened, and the other end, the busy workers immediately laid a layer of huge square bedding wood on it, and worked tirelessly with a big hammer He smashed the wood hard into the ground.

In the end, the I-shaped long iron bars, more than ten meters long, were firmly fixed on these skids with screws. Two of them were fixed to each row of skids, and the distances between them were exactly equal. , the iron bar was quickly frozen with a layer of frost.

In this day and age, no one has ever seen this thing before, but if a person from later generations was here, he would slap his thigh in disapproval.

Isn't it the rails?

If you ask whether the chicken or the egg came first, this is really difficult to answer. If you ask the existing train or the existing railway, the answer is obvious, the railway comes first!

Before the steam engine locomotive became powerful, there were already horse-drawn train carriages galloping on the railway!

Dongjiang’s steam engine locomotive is still being refitted and developed. Every day, Xuankong Laodao and a dozen foreign experts are tearing the hair on their foreheads at the huge iron guy, wishing to drag themselves into a monk. It still takes a while to pull a steam locomotive that weighs hundreds of tons and gallops on the railway.

But this can't stop Mao Jue's ambition. This time, the rare manpower is sufficient, and Mao Jue's army has not expanded. He recruited more than 1 young and strong to form an engineering team, and first laid the train line for him. Anyway, the big deal is that we also play horse-drawn trains.

With the beating and beating, this thing has been extended for several kilometers, lying on the ground like an iron dragon with no head in front and tail in the back. Looking at the dark rails, Mao Jue is in a good mood and can't help humming However, looking at the railway tracks laid on the ground, Fan Wenju felt distressed as if his heart was bleeding.

"General, this is a waste of money and people!"

Trembling and stroking the good rail with his head down, the old fellow shivered sadly and turned his head back, just like Grandet, counting the accounts with his fingers.

"This iron bar is enough to make one red cannon, five field cannons, twenty muskets, fifteen iron pots, and more than ten taels of silver! General, it's not impossible to run the road before, why bother to build such a a thing?"

Indeed, it is difficult to popularize even iron and steel agricultural tools these days. Many places in the customs are using wooden agricultural tools. These sections of railway tracks made of high-quality steel are simply a waste of money. If Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong know about it, I'm afraid they won't even start a rebellion, so they'll just go out and snatch the upstart Mao Jue!

However, in the face of Fan Wenju's doubts, Mao Jue looked happy, and he pretended to be shaking a folded fan in the severe winter.

"Don't say it! Don't say it!"

The most food-consuming thing in ancient times was actually not war, but transportation. Stone grain was transported from the interior to the border, and more than half of it was consumed. If there was only one bucket left at the place, it would be fast. This time, the development of the Great Northern Wilderness, although everything went well , but Mao Jue has also suffered enough from transportation. For every 100 million shi of grain transported to Acheng, Mao Jue needs to spend at least 150 million to 180 million shi. Have a revolutionary impact.

But before finishing, Mao Jue still didn't want to talk about anything. Regardless of Fan Wenju's painful face, he simply changed the topic.

"The whole family of Sun Chengzong has settled down?"

"Going back to the general, everything has been settled. In Acheng Town, it was arranged under the rule of the village chief Sun Yuanhua, the old man Sun Yuanhua who personally accepted the fate of the general. The two of them still know each other. The adults scolded me a lot."

When Sun Yuanhua was first invited to Dongjiang by Mao Jue, the scene of the smelly and hard stones in the latrine was still in Mao Jue's mind. In the end, he was fooled by Mao Jue into boarding a thief boat. This year, nearly half of the household registrations in Shangshou Village were taken by Mao Jue As an old householder from Dongjiang moved to Heilongjiang, Sun Yuanhua, the village head, naturally couldn't avoid it. Now he is equivalent to the prefect level, and he manages at least 6 to [-] people.

Mao Jue still remembers this guy's noble spirit now clearly. He was scolded by Sun Chengzong just like the guy scolded him back then, and Mao Jue almost couldn't laugh out loud.

This old guy also has today! Today's news!

"By the way, General! Mrs. Na also sent a team of Japanese people! We will arrive at Vladivostok today!"

"Oh! Master Yuan Chonghuan sent someone here?"

"It doesn't seem to be! I heard that this team of Japanese envoys was sent by the shogunate!"