"A little to the left, a little to the left, yes, it's right."

Wearing primary-color tanned deerskin trousers, a North Asian long-term worker stepped on a wooden ladder and hung a plaque in front of the newly built wooden archway at the entrance of the manor, with three big characters written on the plaque in the middle.

Ding Hai held the newly carved town soil stone beside him, crossed his arms and looked up at the plaque, the town soil stone rubbed with the handwriting of Fu Yuan, the chief officer of the Eastern Army, and the cinnabar ink wrote 'Ding Zhuang Station, the No. 2 military food supply station of the Eastern Army Baiba Road', the dragon flew and the phoenix danced.

"I have been busy digging trenches and setting up village walls, and I finally put up this plaque, let's go back to the village quickly, this cold day can freeze people's ears."

Ding Hai looked back at the archway with satisfaction, and then he was finally willing to retract his gaze, and hugged his fist to the North Asia villagers who were busy with their heads smoking, and said: "Recently, thanks to your hard work, I have instructed the ladies in the village to prepare mutton soup dumplings, remember the sea rice that everyone fished last month, right?" We've all eaten today. ”

"I really can't catch sea cucumbers, so I can only put some soles of fish, also called flounder, which looks weird, but the meat is very fresh...... After a while, it should be wrapped, after eating in the afternoon, then busy, the pit outside the village to see if there is any foraging game, Zhuang Ke is divided into two batches, one group with me to practice foot archery, one group and the second Zhuang master to learn martial arts, see this battle in the northeast sooner or later to fight, Fa Yi can not rely on horses and equipment, we can also contribute to the court, take some horses back. ”

Ding Hai is happy, the military rations of the Oriental Military Mansion are some in Dingjiazhuang, but the military rations, no matter how well prepared they are, their purpose is not to be delicious, no matter how good it is, how good can it be?

Other families eat dry cakes with sauce, and the Beiyang Flag Army eats sour plum appetizers, dry cakes, hot rice, canned sauerkraut beef, at most, it is just nutritious, and the taste is not as good as a serious meal after all.

The soldiers of Beiyang were about to vomit after eating military rations, not to mention the immigrants who couldn't even eat military rations, eating some millet, potato flour, cornmeal steamed buns, and encountering storms during the voyage, the grain ship lost some food to be able to run, but no one died, and people had to be nervous on the ship if they had less rations.

It has been nearly two months since he went ashore, and Ding Hai still feels choked when he sees sweet potatoes.

At that time, they were all hungry, and there was not enough food and water, so everyone figured out a way to endure hunger, don't drink water after eating sweet potatoes and potatoes...... Everyone thinks that after eating and drinking, they will rush down the contents of their stomachs, and if they rush down, they will be hungry again, right?

However, after arriving in Bordeaux, their food was not bad, the fresh meat was eaten by Chen Jiujing's troops, and the immigrants lived a life of canned beef every day.

However, for the guests of North Asia Zhuang, it doesn't matter to them what they eat, they can understand the words Gao and soup, and no one knows what it means together.

The main thing is to look forward to it, there is no need to know what to eat, and the customers are good at observing today's food from the demeanor of the owner.

They knew this iron law on the North Asian border, as long as the Ming immigrants said that the meal was not very delicious, it would definitely be very delicious; If the Ming immigrants all say that today's food is delicious, it will definitely be delicious enough to make people chew the plate.

Speaking of which, we have to mention the envy of the North Asian immigrants for the people of Europe, and they use the hard bread bowl? Serve the food of the Ming Dynasty, and you can really chew the bowl after eating, but the porcelain bowl used by the Ming immigrants is not very good, and it can't be tasted.

The real veterans in this Dingjiazhuang are just a few people, Ding Hai, Ding Lu of Dun Army, and Wang Yang of Dun Army at night, the latter two are the younger brother and wife of Ding Hai, the owner of the village, and thirty-two people in the prime of life, all of whom are natives of North Asia, and can be used as archers with proper training in Ding Hai's eyes, but at present, there are only seven people who can go with him to visit the enemy camp at night.

This scale is just right, and the same is true for entering the small Mongolian camp before the night is not closed, all of them are small-scale two people, wearing no armor and wearing a captive jacket and hiding a small calf horn bow, carrying quenched arrows into the enemy camp late at night, finding horses and shooting them three or five paces close to overturning, in order to cooperate with the action of the army.

Stealth, swiftness, and courage are their main skills.

Of course, there is also the ability to fight, but it is not outstanding, without wearing armor, a fight is already very powerful, and often these people have martial arts, but there is no place for them, a few small soldiers use force in the enemy camp, and the assassination of the thief chief is OK, once it is discovered, it will face a mortal situation of fighting ten.

Relatively speaking, what is more important is the skill of touching the thief's side, and the courage of not being frightened and not jumping in the face of the four eyes.

Ding Hai knew very well that his bankers were not ready for anything more dangerous.

Behind the archway is the low wall of Dingjiazhuang, outside the manor that originally did not know which nobleman belonged to, Ding Hai and everyone piled up a half-person high civil and wooden low wall to surround Zhuangzi, and he also planned to build two trenches outside the low wall, one to divert the river water to protect the village, and one to lay out the barbed pit.

However, the Zhuangzi is full of women and children, and there are no more than 100 people, the project is too huge, and they still have to farm in the spring, and they will have to wait until at least next autumn to complete this work, so they only build a low wall, prepare three border posts in the north, and repair a ferry in the south, and withdraw to Henan when they find that the enemy is moving in large numbers.

In the cold winter months, all the villagers wearing leather pants and cotton jackets were reluctant to move, and Ding Hai did not think that the French, who were thinly clothed and had a famine, would move troops at such a time.

But he was wrong, he really had an iron head.

The villagers are sitting in rows on the table holding wooden chopsticks just waiting for the soup dumplings to come out of the pot, the small bell brought out from the convent on the shore when the Zhuangzi immigrants crossed the north was suddenly knocked endlessly, and galloped back from a distance, not a tall horse, it was a small Spanish donkey, and on the back of the donkey was Ding Hai's brother-in-law Wang Yang, who just rode the archway and couldn't bear the speed of the little donkey and jumped down.

"Brother-in-law, a group of beggars have come to the north!"

Not to mention, this little donkey was dressed up very beautifully by Ding Jiazhuang, wearing a purple cotton jacket, with strips of cloth of various colors tied on his tail, braided and a bell hanging, and Ding Ling's wolf rang on the road.

Everyone in the Zhuangzi stared at the cauldrons in the middle of the courtyard, the women and children were busy waiting for the dumplings to come out of the pot, Ding Hai looked at his wife and brother who ran into the village with chopsticks and said, "Beggars? ”

"It's not easy to live on the border, and there is a famine in the north, so I can help a little bit and prepare cornmeal for them."

As soon as Ding Hai's voice fell, Wang Yang, who was out of breath, propped his knees and said: "It's not a brother-in-law, they look like beggars, but they are all armed with swords, spears and muskets, maybe they are thieves who came to grab food, more than sixty people, eight miles away from Zhuang, and now there may be six or seven miles away, and they can be seen soon." ”

Syllable!

The sharpened wooden chopsticks were slapped on the table, Ding Hai got up and said: "We have lived outside the mouth for seven years, the northern cavalry have robbed us, and this gang of beggars also dares to come, the children are still stunned What to do, the women and children drove the livestock into the fort, and all the men opened the arsenal and armed themselves - guarding Zhuangzi." ”