Beiyang new warlord

"Go to Yanhe to get some water and some food first, and then, go back to Post No. 25!"

"Hold your head!"

These words were like an amnesty. He grabbed the baggage thrown on the ground, and the two boys slid down the sand dune under their feet. Looking at them, Song Yongzhong couldn't help shaking his head helplessly, and turned his head habitually. One glance, and then ready to follow.

But with just this one glance, he couldn't go anymore. In the incomparably wide gray sky, some black spots moving around suddenly came into his eyes, and there were some unpleasant cries that came to his ears vaguely, already in the sky. After staying in the New World for two years, I have already been aware of this phenomenon. Hovering are vultures, and below is death!

After taking a few glances, Song Yongzhong waved again violently at the two assistants who had already slid down the sand dune and waited for him.

Half an hour later, the three of them had already climbed up to the largest sand dune in front of them, looking down against the overwhelming yellow sand on the dune.

Just on the edge of this spectacular sandy land, there is actually a large piece of sparkling light. This is the last remnant of the North American Mediterranean Sea 500 million years ago, the Great Salt Lake. The famous Salt Lake City in later generations is located on the edge of this lake. the other side.

But Song Yongzhong couldn't think of what happened in the future, and he didn't have the time to think about it. His attention was completely on his feet at this moment. The carcasses of the bison were hung up, and these were the targets of the vultures above their heads. At this time, those who enjoyed them were some North American natives wearing animal fur clothes and animal fur hats, with two extra long braids drooping down.

Just as Song Yongzhong was looking through the binoculars, a native chieftain with bison horns on his head and a wooden spear in his hand suddenly turned around and looked over. The advantages of technology were reflected here. In his eyes, The sand dunes in the distance are just a black speck.

At this time, Song Yongzhong had already put away the binoculars, turned over and hid on the other side of the dune, holding the cold binoculars blown by the wind and sand, he couldn't help shaking his head heavily.

"Cheyenne!"

Although there was only a small tribe with a population of a few hundred at this time, it was a sign that several Indian tribes who had gone south to avoid the cold had moved north again!

"Let's go back, hurry up!"

..........

While Song Yongzhong was eating the sand in the field, Mao Xingjian sat comfortably on the second floor of the newly built hall in his prince's yamen, looking down at his little kingdom.

This is definitely a replica of any northern county in the Ming Dynasty. His yamen is located at the northeast end, facing south, with the majestic Rocky Mountains behind him. Under the overlooking of the Prince's yamen, the whole Snake City is like a huge chessboard, more fishy than fishy. Haizigang also has neat rows of two-story small buildings densely packed in the city, and a total of more than 830 households have been relocated, so there are also more than 830 houses.

The two houses are leaning together. The house is the most common adobe house in Daming. The interior is supported by strong original forest planks, and then the walls are made of three-component rammed earth. The entire house cover and internal buildings are made of wood, even the roof , The tiles covering the insulation straw are also made of wood. Who would let there be so many woods in these mountains!

There are gardens in the front and back of the house, which can give full play to the strongest skills of the Chinese people and grow vegetables!Then one by one is a block, and the entire Snake City has eight staggered streets extending in all directions.

However, Snake City is still a semi-finished product at this time. The streets have only been stepped down by immigrants, and the earth has not been rammed to pave bricks. Moreover, the most important city wall representing the city has not yet been built.

But at this time, the progress of building the city stalled again.

The rice is ripe!

Irrigated by the sweet Snake River, after more than four months of sun and rain, the first batch of rice crops in the New World have fully stretched out their bodies, and the heavy tassels have been pulled out. Golden, delightful gold!

Once again, it's New York time!

Just when Mao Xingjian was basking in the setting sun and looking at the golden rice fields under the hillside, there was another burst of silver bell-like laughter from under his feet.

"School is over!!!"

"Goodbye, teacher, goodbye, His Royal Highness!"

Carrying small schoolbags, more than 200 children, regardless of their ethnicity, all ran back with a smile in standard northern mandarin, and some even waved their small hands back, saying hello, watching the scene in front of them, even if they were pretending to be cold Mao Xingjian couldn't help showing a smile on his face, and waved his hands in the same greeting.

The highest ideal of Confucius at that time was to teach without distinction. He has realized the ideal that Mao Jue has not realized. He has popularized compulsory education in his jurisdiction. He, Mao Xingjian, also took care of the children's three meals.

To be honest, this benefit is not very meaningful now. After all, the main food in the entire immigrant town was sent by Chen Jiao for Mao Xingjian. But with the autumn harvest approaching, after the autumn harvest, this kind of free three meals has come to an end. , each household needs to eat rice grown by itself, so the significance of reducing the burden is clearly reflected.

However, just as Mao Xingjian was intoxicated by his masterpiece, there was another hurried shout from downstairs.

"The prince! The prince!"

Drenched in sweat, the head of the sailors of the Black Pearl, also Mao Xingjian's guard captain, Dongfang Meng rushed in from the gate of the prince's yamen panting heavily, and shouted loudly at Mao Xingjian who was standing upstairs stand up.

"Something has happened, Prince! On the edge of Dongtan, it seems that a group of natives suddenly appeared and robbed our cattle. Boss Zhao and Lao Liu Jin led people to fight with them!!!"

"native?"

Hearing these words, Mao Xingjian's heart tightened, but he became excited again. He came to this new continent. Apart from Su Luktata, this was the second time he heard news from locals, carrying a large Robe, Mao Xingjian yelled loudly while rushing downstairs.

"Call the guards, go here!"

Chapter 781. Acquaintances of the Prince

Although Mao Xingjian is an out-and-out farming stream, the first thing that emerged in Snake City was the cattle breeding and cattle trading industry. Also affected by the Little Ice Age, the bison herds were only distributed in the temperate central plains and mountains. In the west coast valley that blocks the cold current, Ma Bao's territory has a lot of various minerals and seafood, but this kind of animal power is really small. There are only more than 1000 horses allocated to the wealthy class to form cavalry, or to pull carriages. That's right, Mao Xingjian's one hundred tame North American steers arrived at Xinghaizi Port, and they were divided up as if they were being snapped up.

Those gold mine owners and timber workshop owners in the Yukon expressed that they were willing to use tools, food and even precious wine in exchange for bullocks to mine. In order to feed the cattle continuously with fishmeal, they hunted North American bison, and then cut their eggs and wore nose rings to tame them. It has become an industrial chain of Snake City.

There was also Jin Laoliu, who couldn't lower his head, and became the captain of the hunting team again.

The sound of rushing horseshoes resounded on the banks of the Snake River Plain. Looking from afar, one could clearly see Gireng with a big iron spear on his back, his neck stiffened, and Lao Gao jumping angrily, leading the hunting team three A dozen strong men were swearing dirty words, but on the opposite side of his hunting team, there were more than [-] people who looked like scumbags of dirt, wearing tattered animal skin clothes and thick arms. With his thighs exposed outside, he was also holding a wooden spear with a small metal spear head tied to its head, and was yelling something.

Because of the dead cows, the two parties had clearly had a real quarrel and began to push and shove. However, their quarrel was like a chicken talking to a duck, and neither of them could understand what the other was saying.

Just when it turned into Quan Wu Xing, listening to the sound of rumbling horseshoes, the broad Chinese character face with a big beard on the neck of the stem immediately showed an excited smile, and pointed to the opposite guy with a circle of feathers tied on the back of his head, The head of the native who still wore a snake skull necklace around his neck cursed arrogantly.

"Hey, grandson thief! You are finished, our prince is here! Let me tell you, if you don't take off the skin today, you don't want to leave!"

300 years later, the Indians, especially the Sioux, who rode horses, carried spears and pulled bows and arrows, used to beat Yankees with full heads and complained endlessly. Those who were beaten in "The Revenant" could not find the North Little Lizi could see one or two, but at this moment, when he saw the tall horse running towards him, all the faces of the twenty or so natives showed a dark expression of fear, as if they saw a monster, even a dead cow No more, I turned around and wanted to run.

But how can a person with two legs run faster than a person with four legs?Before taking two steps, Shangguan Meng had already unceremoniously jumped on his horse with a sheep whip, blocking the retreat of these natives. Amidst the sound of rattling horseshoes, more than thirty black pearl sailors, marines and cavalry ran out of a circle. Shaped, screaming strangely, while aiming the flintlock gun at the foreheads of these guys.

As expected of the Indians, even though they were almost scared to pee, these guys were still leaning back to back, screaming and waving the wooden spears in their hands, and the feathered guy even held up the snake skull necklace in his hand. It seemed to be enchanted there against the six-legged monster.

"Prince, you're here! These bastards stabbed to death the cow we had managed to drive here, pointed at the little one's nose and scolded the little one's mother, and let us get rid of their territory ! Prince, you must teach these savages a lesson!"

Just like a child who found an adult, he trotted over excitedly, pointed at the natives who were trapped in the formation, and complained angrily, but seeing this guy's rosacea turned red with excitement But Mao Xingjian was so confused that he couldn't understand it. How did this guy understand that the natives were scolding him?

Just when Gentle Neck was full of excitement, another horse squeezed ahead.

In the past dynasties, how many barbaric peoples who invaded the Central Plains were assimilated by the Han people, and even later generations, foreigners who have stayed in China for a few years even returned to China with hot water cups, danced in the square, and planted vegetables. This kid doesn't have one more kidney than them. He has been in Snake City for almost a year, and now he is still dazed by the influence of Han culture.

He loosened his original braids and tied them in a bun on his head. He was wearing a Hanfu robe and a fox fur cloak given to him by Mao Xingjian. With some exotic charm, Su Luke Data looked no different from a wise man at this time.

Also because I listened to the storyteller in the town spit on "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and worshiped Guan Yu, the second master of Guan Yu, who was riding a red rabbit horse and carrying a Qinglong Yanyue knife, so much that he even changed his name to a Han name. He called himself Su Yu, and named himself Mao Chang.

This stuff can be regarded as Mao Xingjian's most proud work. Seeing him with a stern face and riding the horse, Mao Xingjian gave up half of the horse, tilted his head to the horse's pen helplessly, and said a little awkwardly.

"Mao Chang, these natives have robbed our bison, can you go and talk to them and ask why they invaded our Snake City territory."

"My lord, there is no need to worry! But look at me, Su Mao, and meet him for a while!"

I really shouldn't let this guy listen to storytelling. The weird grammar is now paired with the long choking of a Henan storyteller, which makes it even more weird. Under Mao Xingjian's awkward expression, the transformed Su Yu is singing in a dramatic voice. Clang squeezed into the stables.Looking at the group of Indians who were almost fainted by the galloping horses, Su Yu's eyes suddenly lit up with excitement.

"Amalu, Tuyak, it's you guys! Don't you know me? I'm Su Luke Data!"

Jumping off the horse, Su Yu greeted him with a big smile, as if he still knew these natives, but when he saw a six-legged monster suddenly separated and walked towards him with open arms, These Su people did not show welcome, on the contrary, their faces were full of vigilance, they raised their wooden spears high, and started yelling.

He took two steps in astonishment, and then Su Yu slapped his forehead suddenly. After staying in Snake City for a long time, his Su language was a little rusty. After thinking about it, he also yelled loudly.