In the past few days, up and down the Mao Mansion, the gossip has been lively.

"Hey, did you hear that? Our young master made the three princesses of the Beihai Dragon Palace take a fancy to her, and she was hooked to her soul, and her real body is now working as a colt in the Dragon Palace, leaving behind a stinky skin. ”

"You know! It was clearly the Kraken Pioneer who saw that our young master was too cowardly and unfilial, and killed Mrs. Wen, and in a fit of anger, he overturned the bow of the boat and beat the young master stupidly! ”

Two little guys wearing pointed hats and green clothes squatted happily together, breaking steamed buns on the one hand, chewing the root of their tongues on the other, coughing coldly, and the two of them immediately raised their heads, but seeing the old housekeeper Wen Bo walking by with an unhappy face, the two snorted disdainfully, tilted their heads to the side, and then muttered.

Back house, embroidered chapter building.

"Young master, get up!"

The girl in plain clothes rang in her ears like a little trumpet again, and the noisy Mao Gou tears and snot flowed together, and she was extremely reluctant to stretch out in the bed.

Looking at this crossing in the novel, a group of little girls dreamed of wearing to the Qing Palace, and had a grass together, but after the real experience, Mao Gou knew that this was really a fucking chore, not to mention anything else, he was forced to quit his Internet addiction of playing two sets at night, the ancients were also used to doing it at sunrise and resting at sunset, and they had to get up at five o'clock every day, so that they were used to sleeping until eight o'clock, and Mao Gou, who worked for half an hour, was simply miserable.

Not to mention the beautiful stories of drinking some beer, skewers, and bubble bars and song halls with friends.

The only advantage is that the girl in the room can be bullied and flirted casually, but more often, Mao Gou feels that he is being molested, just like now, this girl obviously hides that little fox-like smile under a serious appearance.

Even, even he has the right to call Mao Gou anymore, and now he has officially become the chief soldier of Dongjiang Town, the governor of Zuodu, and the only son of the former general Mao Wenlong, Mao Jue Mao Chengdou.

After yawning three or four times, Mao Gou, or Mao Jue, left the warm embrace of the quilt with difficulty, put on his coat with sleepy eyes, and on the other end, Su Yi hugged a wooden bookcase with great interest.

"Young Master, you haven't been to school for a few days! Mr. Zhao was unhappy and complained to the master several times! If you don't go this time, you're probably going to have a lot of trouble! ”

Stretched out his hand and put on the complicated Hanfu robe outside, and then put the "flowing" long hair on the top of his head for a while, but Mao Jue, who was a little sober, simply rolled his eyes.

"Go to school, go to school!"

"Where is the blacksmith in the city?"

I couldn't sleep these nights, I scribbled a lot with a brush, and as soon as I stretched out my hand and rolled these masterpieces into my arms, Mao Jue turned around again and knocked heavily on the stupid plain clothes.

"I didn't listen to your young master's question! Where? ”

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Silly and slept for several days, this is the first time Mao Jue has been out of the Marshal's Mansion, although the ass is followed by a stupid little girl, and it is also from the side door to go out of the passage, but Mao Jue is still where to go where is fresh, this is not those deceptive gimmick attractions in later generations, but the real original Ming Dynasty town, hundreds of years ago, people regardless of thoughts, morals, and cognition of the world are completely different from later generations, creating this unprecedented scenery.

A big reason why Yuan Chonghuan killed Mao Wenlong was that he was arrogant and more and more slippery, and he didn't listen to the military orders of the imperial court, and he also focused on making money, selling contraband, and fornicating with Houjin, it is ironic that Chongzhen killed Yuan Chonghuan, and there is also an important reason why Yuan Manzi also fornicated with Houjin and sold rice and grain to Jiannu, he is also the eldest brother, not to mention the second brother.

But there is such a Dongjiang town coach, this Dongjiang City is prosperous enough, more than 10 years ago, this Phi Island is just an uninhabited desert island, but now it has been quite large-scale, chessboard-shaped specifications horizontal and vertical eight streets, the general army Yamen in the northernmost, on the street, is actually a forest of shops, merchants from North Korea and businessmen from Shandong market each other, there are actually from Liaodong, wearing leather jackets Jianzhou Jurchen to sell horses, at this time has not yet reached the era of braids all over the world, this is still the territory of the Ming Dynasty, These guys also have to obediently hide their bald pig's tails under cotton hats.

On the wall of a shop, a wild ginseng as big as a radish hangs on the wall, more than ten centimeters long, Mao Jue visited the ginseng museum when he traveled to Jilin, the largest wild ginseng king is only about six centimeters, more than half a catty, this is at least twice as big as the wild ginseng king, and the wild ginseng king is a level of ginseng sparsely placed on the counter, Mao Jue's saliva is about to flow down, these things are wrapped back, he is a billionaire.

What a pity! I can't go back! wiped his saliva, and Mao Jue could only leave regretfully.

But this Dongjiang town is not all good things, leaving the main street, the houses on the edge are obviously dilapidated and leaking, the streets are dirty and watery, maybe those who live in such houses are considered lucky, and there are a large number of refugees in tattered clothes, blind, slumped on the edge of the wall called Hanako.

At this time, it is quite like the popular ballad "On the Songhua River" in later generations, there are forest coal mines, and mountains of soybean sorghum, but they can only wander in the customs all day long. Most of the land in Liaodong was occupied by the Houjin, and Nurhachi also implemented a terrifying policy of killing poor ghosts and killing rich households, making Han people into slaves, forcing the Han people in Liaodong to flee one after another.

It is said that one million Han people were slaughtered, and more than two million Liao people fled to Hebei, Shandong, and these refugees added to the unrest in Guannai.

It's a pity that at this point, the Han people still hate each other and are indifferent to each other, at least Su Yi is like this, following behind Mao Jue, a small hand timidly pulled his sleeve, Su Yi looked left and right with disdain and concern, and whispered hurriedly beside Mao Jue.

"Young master, these chaotic people are very bad, all kinds of chickens and dogs have been done, let's go quickly!"

I've never seen anything like it, hundreds of refugees in tattered clothes, skinny and numb like dead. Even in later generations, it is not without disasters, but no matter whether it is a flood, an earthquake or a fire, there are thousands of refugees, but Mao Jue has never seen such a desperate crowd.

This time, Suyi walked to the front, and was pulled by her, and the two quickly walked out of here.

Although Dongjiang Town and Liao Town are called Liaodong Town, Mao Wenlong's territory is still on the island after all, lacking the vast Tuntian Liao land under the governance of Liao Town, and there is really no living space to settle the Liao people.

Although Mao Jue, a handsome man, has a very low sense of existence, but it is not something that the city gate soldiers can embarrass it, a few Ming soldiers who guard the gate still want to make it difficult, and the arrogant identity of the plain clothes is bright, and a few guys almost kneel on the ground, so that Mao Jue was flattered and enjoyed a salute of the Ming civil servants.

After all, it is a military town, out of the walled city, the atmosphere of this army is much stronger all of a sudden, two military camps surround the east and west of the city, in the middle of the wall made of deer villages, is a permanent barracks with adobe walls, several cannons are stacked at the door, and you can also see the Ming army patrol back and forth of the brigade.

But to be honest, this military camp makes Mao Jue not think of the army of later generations, except for the soldiers who patrol with spears, the rest are either lying idle in the camp tent, or drinking and farting, and even shouting and gambling, messy like a vegetable market, and the soldiers who are busy practicing all day long in their memories are not of the same grade.

And a girl in plain clothes took him with him, and it was easy to blend into the barracks.

In fact, the army is also a rather large consumer body, next to the barracks, what dice shops, taverns, and more importantly, a row of adobe houses is hot, more than a dozen black smoke goes straight to the sky, a large row of blacksmith shops there is a clanging sound, and a stream of heat can be felt from afar.

Dongjiang Town is isolated from the sea, consisting of a series of islands and peninsulas, and even cut off from land communication with the Ming Dynasty, more than 28,000 soldiers, more than half of the weapons and equipment are provided here. Relying on the identity of Mao Wenlong's son, Mao Jue entered the arsenal of the logistics headquarters of the Dongjiang Military Division in a daze.

"Old decay, old decay has seen Childe!"

The identity of the craftsman is indeed low in these years, and he was shouted out by the plain clothes, and the old craftsman who was full of muscles and roasted sweat beads was dripping downward, and he bowed to Mao Jue tremblingly, and that attitude was the same as seeing the inspection of the provincial leaders.

"Uh, uncle, please get up, I'm ......, my son is going to ......"

Just four days ago, the old man who guarded the shipyard dared to yell at Mao Jue, Leng Buding was so respectful by this muscular old man, Mao Jue obviously couldn't adapt to it, and he hurriedly wanted to help, who knew that this old man would be the next one, and he bowed even more, and his strength was definitely not as big as this iron, and the two of them were actually stalemate there for a while.

It was still the dead girl in Suyi who helped out the siege.

"You old man, my young master will get up if you want to get up, where is so much nonsense! Hurry up and gather your best blacksmith here, my young master will ......"

"Young Master, what are you looking for a blacksmith for?"

The small machine gun suddenly turned out, turned back to the stunned Mao Jue, and Su Yi also stared at him curiously.

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In these years, the feudal grade gap is really visible to the naked eye, even if Suyi is just a small girl in Maofu, she is still high in front of these craftsmen, under her shouting, the old craftsman led Mao Jue, and slipped into the shed where the craftsmen rested next to him, and there were apprentices holding tea and waiting to sit down, and four or five of the best blacksmiths were transferred from the jobs dedicated to the Ming Dynasty to do private work for Mao Jue.

"How's that, can you fight?"

Seeing the old man looking at his drawings with a sad face, Mao Jue was also restless, so he simply stood up and leaned in.

Although later generations often go to forums, he can be regarded as a fan, but when Yuan Chonghuan killed Mao Wenlong, he really can't remember. However, life is like rape, even if he can't resist, he has to jump twice, and if he wants to wait for Yuan Chonghuan's blade to cut him with his cheap father Mao Wenlong, Mao Jue can't sit still, so the first thing he thinks of is a gun.

There is a guy in your hand, if you Yuan Chonghuan dares to do it, Lao Tzu will kill you, it's a big deal!

This gun is not the kind of short fire gun that hits birds in this era, but the revolver, this is a thing before the advent of semi-automatic pistols, the simplest construction principle of a firearm, the trigger drives the hammer to stimulate the gunpowder in the bullet nest, to achieve rapid bursts, even if Yuan Chonghuan brings a bunch of guards, two revolvers in hand, can also break out in a short period of time, collapse him seven or eight, for this, these days Mao Jue has drawn every revolver part he can think of on paper, more serious than his preparation for the exam.

But if the old guy can't do it, his desperate plan will go bankrupt.

Fortunately, the old man nodded.

"Childe, although this thing is a little troublesome, it can still be made, but the cost is a bit high, and the internal general has not approved this silver, Childe, you ......"

Watching the muscular old man rubbing his fingers, Mao Jue was instantly relieved, the problems that money can solve are not a problem! Subconsciously, he pulled into his pocket, but then he felt empty, and then suddenly turned around and tilted his head at Su Yi.

"Plain clothes, dig out the silver!"

Who knows, this girl immediately made a little face bitter, and quickly pulled Mao Jue's sleeve to the side, and whispered sadly to his ear.

"Young master, we don't have any silver?"

"No money?"

Mao Jue felt a little incredible, and looked at Suyi's bitter melon-like face in amazement. He is the son of Mao Wenlong, the commander of the Dongjiang Military Division! People's sons and brothers are all walking birds and leading dogs, spending money like running water, molesting and molesting women from good families or something, how can he be poor and don't even have some money?