The first crop of wheat on the grassland has finally matured.
It only grows sparsely, with countless weeds interspersed in the middle. Some proud dogtail grasses raise their fluffy tails and laugh at the low wheat for no reason.
Liu Yuhe's face was full of smiles. He brushed the low wheat with his hands and said to Zhang Guozhu, who had a serious look on his face: "There is a harvest!"
Zhang Guozhu sighed: " It’s like planting a gourd and reaping two gourds.”
Liu Yuhe said with a smile: “Guozhu, it’s a good thing if the first crop of grain grows on the soil. This year, it seems that one acre of land will produce one hundred catties of wheat. There is still hope, although it is a little deflated, wheat is wheat, and it is good to eat even the skin." Zhang Guozhu looked at the endless wheat fields and said to Liu Yuhe: "You should know that it grows on this field. We can only take away 30% of the food."
Li Yuhe didn't care about the proportional relationship mentioned by Zhang Guozhu, and said happily while walking in the wheat field: "Thirty percent of the food can be eaten until the beginning of next spring."
Zhang Guozhu asked puzzledly: "How are you going to spend your time during the lean period?"
Liu Yuhe winked at Zhang Guozhu and said with a smile: "You have only been hungry for half a year. What else are you dissatisfied with? This The wheat has turned yellow and cannot be dried anymore. While the wheat is still moist, it will be more generous to the Mongolians."
Zhang Guozhu said with a smile: "You are going to give the wet wheat to Mongolia. "Human?"
Liu Yuhe squatted on the field ridge and smiled, his dark and wrinkled old face showing the honest and cunning of an old farmer.
“These Mongols are like sticks!
They have been patrolling this wheat field on horseback since the wheat started to sprout. Guozhu, after we harvest the wheat, what do you think of those Mongolians? Can people wait for us to dry out all the wheat?
This year’s wheat did not grow well, and the grains were shriveled. After we spread out some of the wheat and dried it out, it was all wheat that did not look good. Does the wheat that has not yet been dried look plumper?
We can keep the shriveled wheat and give the undried wheat to the Mongols. Can we lose some more? < /p>
These people may be good at herding, but when it comes to growing crops, what are they if they aren’t sticks?
Look, which piece of land did the old man harvest a few days ago? During that time, I picked up all the best wheat and put it in my pockets and buried it in the ground. I would take it back after the Mongols left. In six days, we got almost twenty kilograms of wheat.
This. All of us are using this method. Even if the Mongols are harsh, we might be able to get back 50% of the wheat in the end."
Zhang Guozhu sighed and said: "We can't go too far, after being discovered by the slaves. , maybe the head is not saved."
"How can Jiannu know? This is the big guy's business, who would expose his own affairs?"
Zhang Guozhu said: " Liu Bingxiang will!"
Liu Yuhe spit outTumo said: "Is this bitch worthy of being a human being? My wife has been ruined to death by others, and she doesn't even dare to fart.
His three sons are also cowards, so you know where they are. They howled, disturbed the Mongolians while they were sleeping, and were beaten with whips. Their mother's body was dragged away by horses and thrown into the wilderness to feed the wolves without even daring to say a word.
I really don't know what a beast Liu Bingxiang is. How did you teach your son that he had the nerve to show off the meat and bones given to him by the Mongolians yesterday? Bah! What a dog."
"You must not let Liu Bingxiang know when you do things. ”
“How can we, our dogs are ignoring him now”
Leaving the wheat field with Liu Yuhe, Zhang Guozhu met seven or eight groups of Mongolians on horseback along the way. , although I didn’t understand what they were talking about, in short, they looked happy and seemed to be very satisfied with the current output.
Mongolians sometimes plant some highland barley.
However, their method of planting highland barley is completely sowing and reaping.
When spring comes, use wooden sticks to make a few holes in the ground, throw the barley into them, and then cover them with soil. The crops are now planted.
I don’t care about it anymore. I’ll wait until autumn when I want to move the pasture to have a look. If there is a harvest, I will cut off the ears of highland barley and take it away. If there is no harvest, I am not too disappointed.
So, how can we not be happy now when we see such a large land full of wheat?
"You bastard Zhang Guozhu, stop for me!"
Zhang Guozhu heard Liu Bingxiang's annoying voice again, so he stopped and looked at his naked body wrapped in an old suit. Liu Bingxiang of Sheepskin Jacket.
“Don’t think that I don’t know what you are doing!”
Zhang Guozhu looked at Liu Bingxiang’s greasy and dirty face and said, “Did we do something? ”
“I don’t care what you have done, in short, if you steal Mr. Mongolia’s wheat, I will tell Mr. Mongolia to tie you to the back of a horse and drag you to death.”
Zhang Guozhu said calmly: "Have your wife's bones been found?"
When Liu Bingxiang heard this, he was like an old dog whose tail had been stepped on. He immediately jumped up and pointed. He looked at Zhang Guozhu and said, "This is my family matter. You have nothing to do with it. I'm going to tell Mr. Mongolia that you stole wheat." After saying that, he ran barefoot towards the yurt in the distance.
"How can people live like this!"
Liu Yuhe slapped his thigh heavily and squatted on the ground, lamenting that Mrs. Liu had become a disgusting person.
Zhang Guozhu looked at Liu Bingxiang who was walking away and smiled slightly. If he hadn't kept this person as a negative example to all the refugees, he would have died countless times.
Now that he is fine, no one from the Ming Dynasty pays attention to him, and he seems to become even more hysterical. No matter how he lives, he will kill the hope of others to live a good life.
He bounced more and more fiercely, and those who had deep thoughtsThe lucky Ming refugees became more and more wary of the Mongols, and became more and more alienated from Liu Bingxiang's family.
Since it was the busy farming season, Bao Chengxian, the governor of Guihua City where the Jianzhou people stayed, finally relented and allowed a large number of young people who participated in the construction of Guihua City to return to their residences to harvest wheat.
After more than half a year of long battles, of the 500 cavalrymen in the hands of Drokaraja, less than 300 were left.
After Bao Chengxian gathered the Mongolian army of Barthel Merin, he had more than 6,000 Mongolian cavalry under his command.
Because he had three thousand Mongolian cavalry under his command, Bao Chengxian was highly praised by the Manchu Emperor Huang Taiji. The cavalry under his command were also trained into the newly established Eight Banners Mongolia, and Bao Chengxian himself became the first A surrendered general of the Ming Dynasty who lived in Jia La Zhang Jing.
In terms of military status, Bao Chengxian can finally stand in the same position as Zhuo Lajiala.
Zhuo Lajiala has asked Shengjing countless times to give him five more Niulu to control an area of 500 miles around Guihua City.
Huang Taiji believes that every Jianzhou warrior should have a more important role, and if the vast Mongolian grassland can be supervised by a small number of Jianzhou warriors, using the maximum number of Mongolians can be regarded as an advantage. choice.
Therefore, Huang Taiji ordered to refute all the slanders against Bao Chengxian in Zhuo Lajiala's memorial, and even ordered Zhuo Lajiala to give Bao Chengxian the lead in the construction of Guihua City.
Bao Chengxian, who received the reward from Huang Taiji, was very confident in this. Seeing that the crops in the fields were about to be harvested, he ambitiously hoped to increase the number of Mongolian cavalry to 6,000 next year. If possible, he He plans to train his Mongolian cavalry to 10,000 people in three years and establish the first Mongolian cavalry team of 10,000 people.
So, with the support of Bao Chengxian and the crazy military support of Zhangjiakou merchants, Barthel Merin once again raised the banner of resistance to the Mongolian princes and sent countless riders to declare to everyone on the Mongolian grasslands, If you want to live a good life, come under the command of Bart Merlin. If you want to be free from exploitation by the Mongolian princes and have your own pasture, then come under the banner of Bart Merlin.
Qian Shaoshi was sitting on a blanket, holding a gold cup studded with rubies in his hand. The gold cup contained blood-red wine. As he turned his wrists, there was a faint sound of ice cubes colliding with each other. Sound.
Bartle Merlin took off his mask, knelt devoutly at the feet of Qian Shaoshao, put his face on the ground and reported in a very low voice: "The master's purpose has been achieved.
The light of the master's wisdom will shine on the grassland.
The master's fame will be carried far away by the goshawk.
Wherever the master's hooves go, there will be no one to stop him. >
The hooves of the master’s horse will be covered with saffron.
Every beautiful prairie girl only thinks about the appearance of the master!”
Shao Shaoqian held the golden cup. He let out a big yawn and said: "Yi Qie, Yi Qie's glory will eventually belong to a Yunzhao person.
When I recite sutras in the future, remember to bring him with me, otherwise, he will be jealous of me. ”