Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Glory of Little Money

The first crop of wheat on the steppe is finally ripe.

It was just sparsely grown, with countless weeds in betweed, and some proud dog-tailed grass laughed at the low wheat with its fluffy tails.

Liu Yuhe's face was full of smiles, and he brushed the low wheat with his hand and said to Zhang Guozhu, who had a serious face: "There is a harvest!" ”

Zhang Guozhu sighed and said, "This is a gourd to harvest two scoops." ”

Liu Yuhe said with a smile: "Guozhu, it is a good thing to grow the first crop of grain on the raw soil, this year it seems that there is still hope for 100 catties of wheat per acre of land, although it is deflated, wheat is wheat, and even eating the skin is a good thing." ”

Zhang Guozhu looked at the endless wheat field and said to Liu Yuhe: "You should know that we can only take 30% of the grain that grows in this field." ”

Li Yuhe didn't care about the proportional relationship that Zhang Guozhu said, and walked in the wheat field and said happily: "Sancheng grain can be eaten until the beginning of spring next year." ”

Zhang Guozhu said puzzledly: "What are you going to do when you don't pick up?" ”

Liu Yuhe squeezed his eyes at Zhang Guozhu and smiled: "What are you not satisfied with when you have only been hungry for half a year?" The wheat has turned yellow and can no longer be dried, so while the wheat still has moisture, give it to the Mongols to have more portions. ”

Zhang Guozhu smiled: "Are you going to give the damp wheat to the Mongols?" ”

Liu Yuhe squatted on the ridge and smiled, his dark, wrinkled old face showed the cunning of the old farmer.

"These Mongols are mallets!

They began to inspect the wheat field on horseback from the time the wheat spouted the ears, Guozhu, after we harvested the wheat, do you think those Mongols can wait for us to dry the wheat thoroughly?

This year's wheat is not growing well, the wheat grains are shriveled, and after we have thinned and dried some of them, they are all wheat that does not look good, and the wheat that has not been dried looks fuller?

We can keep the shriveled wheat and give the undried wheat to the Mongols, and we will be able to leave some behind?

These people, herding may be good hands, and when it comes to growing crops, aren't they mallets?

You see, when the old man harvested the wheat in which field a few days ago, he took down all the best wheat and put it in his pocket and buried it in the ground, and when the Mongols left, I took it back, and in six days, we got almost 20 catties of wheat.

This method is used by all of us, and even if the Mongols are harsh, in the end we may be able to get back 50% of the wheat. ”

Zhang Guozhu sighed and said: "You can't go too far, after being discovered by Jiannu, you may not be able to protect your head." ”

"How can Jiannu know? This is the big guy's business, who will shake out their own affairs? ”

Zhang Guozhu said: "Liu Bingxiang will!" ”

Liu Yuhe spat at the mouth and said, "This dog day is also worthy of being a person?" My wife was ruined to death by others, and she didn't even dare to let out a fart.

His three sons were also soft eggs, and they knew that they were howling there, and they were whipped when they made a noise with the Mongols to sleep, and the corpses of their old women were dragged away by the Mongols on horses and thrown into the wilderness to feed the wolves, and they did not dare to say a word.

I really don't know how Liu Bingxiang, a brute, taught his son, and yesterday he still had the face to show off the meat and bones given to him by the Mongols in front of me...... Bah! What a dog. ”

"When you do things, you must not let Liu Bingxiang know."

"How can you, now our dogs ignore him."

After leaving the wheat field with Liu Yuhe, Zhang Guozhu met seven or eight groups of Mongolians on horseback along the way, although he couldn't understand what they were saying, in short, he looked happy and seemed to be very satisfied with the current output.

The Mongols sometimes grow a little barley.

It's just that their method of planting barley is completely heavenly planting and harvesting.

When spring comes, make a few pits in the ground with sticks, then throw the barley into it, and then cover it with soil, and the crops are finished.

After that, I didn't care about it, and I waited until the autumn when I had to move the pasture to take a look, and when there was a harvest, I cut off the barley ears and took them away, and I was not too disappointed if I didn't get a harvest.

So, how can you not be happy to see such a large field of wheat now?

"Zhang Guozhu of the dog day, you stop for Lao Tzu!"

Zhang Guozhu heard Liu Bingxiang's nasty voice again, so he stopped and looked at Liu Bingxiang, who was naked and wrapped in an old sheepskin jacket.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing!"

Zhang Guozhu looked at Liu Bingxiang's greasy and dirty face and said, "What did we do?" ”

"I don't care what you do, in short, if you steal the wheat of the Mongolian master, I will tell the Mongolian master and tie you to the back of the horse and drag you to death."

Zhang Guozhu said lightly: "Have you found your wife's bones?" ”

When Liu Bingxiang heard this, he was like an old dog whose tail had been stepped on, and immediately jumped up, pointed at Zhang Guozhu and said: "This is Lao Tzu's family matter, you can't take care of it, I will go and tell the Mongolian master that you steal wheat." ”

After speaking, 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 Liu was disgusting.

Zhang Guozhu looked at Liu Bingxiang who was far away and smiled slightly, if it weren't for keeping this person as a negative example for all the homeless, this person would have died countless times.

Now that no one pays attention to him, he seems to have become more hysterical, no matter what kind of life he lives, he will wipe out the hope of others to live a good life.

The more he ricocheted, the more wary the Ming refugees became, and the more alienated Liu Bingxiang's family became.

Because it was the busy agricultural season, Bao Chengxian, the control of the Jianzhou people who stayed in the naturalization city, finally relented and let a large number of young people who participated in the construction of the naturalization city return to the residence to harvest wheat.

After a long and half-year campaign, the 500 cavalry in Zhuo Luojiala's hands were less than 300 men.

And Bao Chengxian collected the Mongol army of Batmelin and had more than 6,000 Mongol cavalry under his command.

Also because there were 3,000 Mongolian cavalry under his command, Bao Chengxian was greatly praised by the Manchu Emperor Huang Taiji, and the cavalry under his command was also trained into the newly established Eight Banners Mongolia, and Bao Chengxian himself became the first Ming general in Jialazhangjing.

In terms of military status, Bao Chengxian can finally stand in the same position as Zhuo Luojiala.

Zhuo Luojiala had asked Sheng Jing countless times to give him another five Niu Lu to control the area within a radius of 500 miles from Guihua City.

Huang Taiji believes that every Jianzhou warrior should have a more important role, and the vast Mongolian steppe, if a small number of Jianzhou warriors can be used to supervise, the use of the maximum number of Mongolians is a good choice.

Therefore, Huang Taiji ordered to refute all kinds of slanders against Bao Chengxian in the compromise of Zhuo Luojiala, and even ordered Zhuo Luojia to focus on Bao Chengxian in the construction of the naturalization city.

Bao Chengxian, who was rewarded by Huang Taiji, was full of confidence in this, and seeing that the crops in the fields were about to be harvested, he ambitiously hoped that the Mongolian cavalry would be increased to 6,000 next year, and if possible, he was ready to train the Mongolian cavalry under his command to 10,000 people in three years, and set up the first Mongolian cavalry team of 10,000 people.

Therefore, with the support of Bao Chengxian and the crazy armament support of Zhangjiakou merchants, Battelmerlin once again raised the banner of rebellion against the Mongol princes, and sent countless riders to announce to everyone in the Mongolian steppe that if you want to live a good life, you can come to Battellmerlin's command, and if you want to be exploited by the Mongol princes and have your own pasture, then come to Battellmerlin's banner.

Qian Shaoshao sat on a blanket, holding a gold cup studded with rubies, the gold cup contained blood-red wine, and the sound of ice cubes colliding with each other was faintly heard between his wrists.

Battle Mellin took off his mask, knelt reverently at Qian Shaoshao's feet, pressed his face to the ground and reported in an extremely deep voice: "The master's purpose has been achieved.

The light of the master's wisdom will shine on the steppe.

The owner's name will also be taken away by the goshawk.

There will be no hindrance wherever the horse's hoofs go.

The owner's horse's hooves will be covered with saffron.

Every beautiful prairie girl only thinks about the appearance of her master in her heart! ”

Qian Shaoshao held the golden cup and yawned a big way: "One and, one and the glory will belong to a Yun Zhao person after all."

In the future, when I recite the scriptures, remember to bring him with me, otherwise he will be jealous of me. ”