Beiyang new warlord

But it is helpless to say that the slightly poisonous head and tail of the wine contain various enzymes, that is, the substances that make up the flavor of baijiu are the most, and it is also the best drinking part. The second pot is made, the taste is extraordinarily good, and it is called Erguotou.

However, even the old Taoist Xuankong does not have this kind of technology, so the head and tail of the wine can only be poured out, but even if these are removed, there are still more than 300 catties of corn shochu out of three bags of more than 90 catties of corn noodles, which is placed in an entire room .

To be honest, Mao Jue has no research on baijiu. He can drink some beer and wine. Chong is a complete wine bag.

The greedy worm in the throat that had been hooked for a long time, watched Mao Jue find a big bowl and poured himself a bowl of wine. Mao Jue watched the guy's Adam's apple rise and fall a few times, and then narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

"How about it?"

"General, this wine smells so good! The best grain wine that will be drunk in Shenyang City at the end of the year, it tastes like this!"

These words made Mao Jue put his heart in his stomach.

After the Garau Peak Sweet Potato Dried Factory, the Garau Brewery put up a sign in the fortress again.

The distillery here belongs to Tieshan Town theoretically, but these days, there are soldiers, and there is no separation between public and private. It is only natural that Mao Jue regards this place as his.

The entire Tieshan is a military town, and the households below are also based on military status. They pretended to be public servants, so Mao Jue divided [-] households from the roster, out of [-] Dingkou, and specialized in running this winery. The benefits of the feudal era are really revealed Undoubtedly, Mao Jue did not need to pay wages, and the hundred households

The Weisuo fields cultivated by others are exempted from tax. Once this condition came out, more than 900 villagers in Tieshan Town gave gifts to seek connections, and almost broke their heads.

The old Daoist Xuankong got an extra title, the director of the winery, and the little Taoist boy under him was also appointed as an official. The deputy director of the winery, the old Taoist was not satisfied at all, and complained every day for delaying his ascension to the sky. The two little Taoist priests Obviously without that kind of cultivation, he walked around the winery like a dog with a straight waist.

Every day, the cornmeal from the mill at the bottom of the mountain is pulled up to the fort on the mountain by mule cart, along with the coal from the nearby Heshan Mountain. Fifty workers are busy from morning to night, and they can process almost ten loads of distiller's grains every day. Knowing how to save energy, he ordered the repair of several long flues connected to these stoves, leading directly to the sweet potato drying factory opposite, so that the mercury in the two factories was also solved in winter.

The fermentation of distiller's grains takes about half a month, and around the end of November, the first batch of new wine is also crushed. Ten shi is 350 catties, and the consumption during grinding is almost [-] catties, three cents One of the wine yields, the daily production capacity is about [-] to [-] catties.

But at this time, Mao Jue found sadly that his clay pots were not enough, and he had to go to another pottery factory.

On this day, the general Mao Jue was busy with copywriting work again, and Su Changmei, a dog-legged errand, picked out for him a few places in Tieshan that had clay and were good for firing clay pots. Referring to the terrain, Mao Jue It is thinking about where to put the pottery factory, which is not only convenient for local materials, but also convenient for transportation to Jialao Mountain, and finally to Tieshan Port.

While holding up his pen, Mao Jue was still worried. He managed 5000 or [-] households, with a population of about [-]. If Tian, ​​Zhao, and other big families were included, it might even reach [-].It looks like a lot, but in fact it is not enough. After all, there are more than [-] troops in Tieshan Town, which has reached the point where four people can support one soldier.

Fortunately, the 70 soldiers and horses are just an imaginary number. Many people range from [-] to [-] years old, down to [-] or [-] years old. As long as they are men, they will be included in the military quota. These people also work in the fields. , the number of real soldiers plus Mao Jue's newly recruited personal battalion is less than [-], otherwise the life of the common people may not be able to survive at all.

But even farmers and soldiers occupy a considerable part of the labor force of the middle-aged in society, and Tieshan also provides Dongjiang Town with 2000 catties of iron, 3000 tons of coal, and other miscellaneous labors every year. With a population of more than [-] strong men, not to mention Mao Jue's various needs now, and this year's post-gold raid on the entire northern part of the Korean Peninsula, it has already squeezed out a large amount of supplies handed over to Mao Wenlong. For this reason, Mao Jue had to increase the mine In terms of manpower allocation in the field, even women have been recruited and sent to some positions with low labor intensity. Several mines have reached more than [-] people.

The brewery occupies more than 100 people, the arsenal takes up more than 400 men, and the mill also needs more than 100 people. If we open a pottery factory, there are really not many men available, and the farm also needs a man of the age. Now This winter is better, but as soon as spring next year, we will immediately fall into the embarrassing scene where agriculture and industry compete for labor in later generations.

Maybe we should find a way to recruit some strong men from Phi Island!

Just when Mao Jue was in a trance, the downstairs suddenly became lively. After a burst of hurried footsteps, it was Qian Zeng who broke in angrily. He didn't bring the four beauties who he always used to pretend to carry the sedan chair. As soon as he entered the door, he immediately made a bitter face and yelled sadly.

"Brother Mao! Brother Mao, don't you want Qian's life?"

The previous generals had no brains, but that doesn’t mean Mao Jue has no brains. This autumn and winter is the season for mink hunting, but this year, the idle hunters were either recruited by Mao Jue to repair the mill dam, or went to work in various workshops and hunted in the mountains It is more than half less than in previous years, and these hunting teams are different from those organized by the villagers in previous years. They were all organized by Mao Jue in the name of Tieshan Army Town. The minks, deer, rabbits and other wild animals hunted were returned to the hunters. The hunting teams, the skins and horns, and the bones that can be used as medicinal materials belong to Mao Jue. The price of prey varies from size to size, but Mao Jue always uses the southern goods he has as compensation to these hunting teams.

This money stayed in Tieshan, just to collect these northern goods, and then return to the south of the Yangtze River next year to sell them. With Mao Jue's hand, it means that he used the goods he carefully bought to lose his source of income.

No wonder this guy had such a sad image of crying for his father and mother when he came in, full of resentment.

As expected, seeing this guy's crying face, Mao Jue smiled all over his face, deliberately pretending to be stupid, Mao Jue laughed and stepped forward to bow.

"Brother Qian, why did you say that?"

Chapter 74. Low-end products?

Far away in the northern part of the Korean peninsula, Tieshan, Mao Jue still maintains a paradise where everyone is fed and clothed amidst lumps of red-hot coals. At the same time, Beizhili, the prosperous center of the Ming Empire, has already It turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Drops of bright red liquid flowed down the newly opened soil, tick, tick, when the third drop fell on the ground, the hungry earth could not drink this sweet liquid, the drop-shaped ice The bead slid away along a reddish ice surface, and then no new liquid dripped.

Further up, is the face of a middle-aged sergeant, covered with dust and beard. A hideous knife mark cut the face of the planting tent in half. His pale eyes stared forward blankly.

boom~

Suddenly, the stiffened body trembled violently, but the price of returning to light was extremely high this time. An arm flew out with a knife, and a little blood fell on the ground, and the huge horseshoe prints fell on the ground. At the original position of the arm, a Liaodong steed was galloping backwards with its bearded owner on its back.

However, this fallen soldier still witnessed a glorious scene. The upside-down golden banner followed the cavalry and brushed past him, followed by the defeated cavalry of the Eight Banners who followed the banner. Fleeing backwards, further back, the red flag of the Ming Dynasty was held high, and the exhausted Ming army breathed out patches of white mist behind them, chasing and killing them feebly.

It was indeed chasing and killing. The battle of Guangqumen, which had been fiercely fought for almost a day, ended with the victory of the Ming army. The river ice was broken, and many soldiers fell into the river, but the broken ice also stopped the Ming army from pursuing.

It is indeed a rare victory. This battle killed at least a thousand people in the Eight Banners, and thousands of people were killed. Its scale almost caught up with the great victory of Ningjin. Tens of thousands cooperating with [-] to [-] in the Beijing camp to drive away the hungry wolves who are less than [-] and in the early [-]s, that would be even better.

There are messy corpses everywhere on the battlefield. At noon, Mang Gurtai's Zhenglan Banner launched an attack. It first attacked Zu Dashou, and then attacked Wang Chengyin of the Chinese army. , Yuan Chonghuan's original plan for the spring formation, one was attacked, and the other two flanking plans were declared bankrupt, and the Liaodong Army was torn into two parts by Hou Jin.

Fortunately, there is also a problem with Houjin's command system. Except for Hauge, the remaining bannermen Baylor did not obey the military order and swung their troops into Yuan Chonghuan's own army. If he didn't fight in person, he was shot like a hedgehog. He was not a military general but a literati, just like Lin Biao, Marshal of the Northeast Army, would draw his gun and go into battle with the enemy himself. This shows how far the battle has gone.

Even so, the Liaodong Army still failed to repel the Eight Banners until the Emperor Chongzhen couldn't stand it anymore and ordered the Beijing camp to attack. Hauge attacked the Eight Banners Army from the flanks and knocked Huang Taiji to the edge of the canal.

In this battle, the Ming army suffered at least tens of thousands of casualties.

As night fell, even the corpses in the field had no strength to restrain themselves. Those who survived were exhausted and nestled in the cold winter on the North China Great Plains, shivering in icy tents. , Triple layer of cotton and silk armor full of holes was hung on the side armor, with a tired face, but Yuan Chonghuan still leaned in front of his desk.

In fact, a lot of official military orders have already been reviewed, and the time has come to the third watch, but this local tyrant of Liaodong is holding a comforting letter in his hand, and he has not wanted to go to sleep for a long time.

To be honest, this letter is really ugly enough, the handwriting is crooked, and many word gestures and structures are wrong. Even Yuan Chonghuan's five-year-old nephew probably wrote better than this, and what's more, this letter is actually It was delivered together with a piece of straw paper for calligraphy practice, and the envelope was still placed on the desk, with four large characters written in ostentatious words, which Yuan Manzi personally signed.

This level of provocation and hostility is simply full, but Yuan Chonghuan couldn't put it down for just such a letter.

And did his gaze go beyond the letter to the straw paper?

This letter writer's skills are really poor enough, and he has to practice his handwriting before writing, but mixed with these messy handwriting, a few numbers are quite eye-catching, 5, 7. 7, 9. 8, 2. 9, 1.Yuan Chonghuan has dealt with documents for so many years, and he recognized this simple and crude word game almost immediately, and found those words on the letter.

Don't enter the discussion rate!

To be honest, at the beginning, Old Yuan really couldn't understand these words, until the battle lines were all under the capital city, he vaguely realized.

In the beginning, he just regarded that kid as a little bit of business means, calm and guarded, and these few advantages are just suitable for him to be a rough martial artist who runs errands for himself, but now, this kid is really hiding his secrets. What he saw, he saw, and what he didn't see, he could see. This kind of ups and downs is also outrageous.

when ~ when ~ when ~

The clapper knocked on the door, and a few sergeants who watched the night walked hunched over outside the battle. In the past few years, the winter in Daming was extremely cold. Even these outsiders could not withstand this kind of wind and frost. Pulling it away, a rather handsome general clenched his fists with difficulty.

"Supervisor! It's late at night, for the sake of the court, you should go to bed earlier!"

It was Wu Sangui who came, this time he was as fast as a tiger, he was the only bright spot in today's battle, since Zu Dashou's army was the first to enter behind Yuan Chonghuan's army's Jiannu, it is said that this saint praised him with the phrase "Tiger of Liaodong" , Seeing him coming, Yuan Chonghuan finally woke up from deep thinking, and nodded to him wearily.

"Understood, the governor will rest now! Sangui, you will fight hard today, and Magui is watching over the military affairs, so you should go and rest early!"

"Thank you, Supervisor, for your concern, the general will save you!"

With a promise, Wu Sangui withdrew from the tent again and regained his composure. Yuan Chonghuan also glanced at the letter again, then suddenly stretched out his hand and threw the letter paper together with the scrap of paper into the brazier, watching the flames rise. , Yuan Chonghuan sandwiched the envelope personally signed by Yuan Manzi among the pages of the book, finally closed the book case, stood up wearily, and went to the back bed.

There are some things that cannot be done but must be done!

Thousands of kilometers away from the battlefield, the Korean Peninsula, Iron Mountain.