This time, Mao Jue seems to have lost!

The village did not succeed, not to mention, as the Ming Dynasty's colleagues guard, poor Mao Lianwei a group of savages with tears in their eyes also borrowed a lot of canned grain from Mao Jue, but fortunately, they are not the murderers of the Dongjiang town soldiers, geographically, Mao Lianwei is too far away from the central mountain range where the incident happened, and the poor in the village can eat a meal a day, even if they are savages, they are all frozen like grandsons, and they did not wait for them to rush to more than ten kilometers away, they were either frozen to death or starved to death.

However, Mao Jue was not without benefits, while riding on the horse and shaking, he also spread out a rag to see that his head was big and his neck was thick.

It is a map that is woven on brocade, the entire Sakhalin Island, I don't know more than a hundred years ago, which Ming Dynasty eunuch died of illness here, Mao Jue really admired the ancients, although this map is a little distorted, like a bite of bread, but the geography of the island's mountains and rivers, as well as the more than 20 Wei of the Ming Dynasty canonized on it are all embroidered in detail, I really don't know how the ancients did without satellite scanning.

Of course, time has passed, more than a hundred years ago, some tribes are no longer there, new tribes have emerged, and some tribes have moved their locations, such as the Mao Lianwei in front of them, originally their tribe lived here dozens of kilometers to the north, and now it is almost to the sea to the south, so the humanities on this can only be used for reference.

"General, just now those people said, thirty years ago, from the north it is said that a barbarian tribe came across the sea, called the Zaniru tribe, since arriving on this Sakhalin Island, they have attacked and killed all the tribes, forced the various tribes to submit, and have exterminated several tribes, and every summer, they also forced Mao Lianwei to build ships for them and offer food, it seems that the pirates who went south are this people, their settlement is in the generation of Daqingshan, according to the map, it should be ...... our department, no, the place where our Dongjiang people were killed is not far away."

Mao Jue once went to Ryukyu, to be honest, it was really a big place, it was actually divided into three countries, and it took two or three hundred years to unify, but Ryukyu also has a population of more than 100,000, this Sakhalin Island, these tribes that don't farm at all, and live entirely on fishing and hunting can have 10,000 or 20,000 people to die, and they actually made a group of heroes to divide the territory, listening to Sumu Yertai's narration, that Zaniru tribe should also be ambitious to unify Sakhalin Island and be a Sakhalin king or something.

It's a pity that this Zhani Lu Department met him Mao Jue, and the grand plan for hegemony is destined to be a dream of Nanke! With a shake of his hand, he took the map brocade into his arms, and Mao Jue couldn't help but snort coldly.

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The distribution of troops on the nine sides, three points to defend the city wall, seven points to plough the fields, and even organize the army to tuntian is more important to the generals than to fight, after all, if you want to kill the enemy, you need to protect yourself from starvation.

Mao Lianwei is considered to open the map, the next time, Mao Jue's main energy is still on the measurement of the land of the Red Twin City, the Dongjiang River will move the displaced people over one after another in the future, it is to establish a new colony to assist the main town of the Dongjiang River, but it is not for the Dongjiang to find a burden, can it stand firm, this first year's spring ploughing can be extremely important, I probably have an understanding of the neighbors around me, send the cavalry to say hello one by one, take this pole every day, Mao Jue is like an old farmer, and he is tired of inserting and inserting endlessly.

The days really can't help but pass, more than two months have passed, after a winter of emergency repairs, the Red Twin City is basically completed, the five-meter-high city wall wraps more than 2,000 houses in it, standing on the high slope of the Saharin Mountain in the northwest and looking down, there is a bright red everywhere in the eyes, as Mao Jue promised, the roof of the entire city is all smeared with the red pigment squeezed out of the iron mine, reflecting the sun, it is simply shining.

However, before these red couples who had been tired for a winter could rest for a few days, the busy spring ploughing came again, and the cities and villages were planned, in addition to the road network that shuttled between them, there were hundreds of thousands of squares separated by red stones outside the city like a huge chessboard, orderly and densely spread on the earth.

This red twin city can be lively, the four gates of the east, west, north and south, none of the gates are crowded, not only people, but also cattle are also joining in the fun, crowded in the crowd to make Mu Mou's irritable roar, the people in the front are crowded to stick to the gate, on the stairs on both sides of the city gate, the guards of the Dongjiang River are trying their best to scold and maintain order, but even so, they can't stop the crazy hearts of those homeless.

It's just the most important thing in life, divide the land! In the hearts of the homeless, the land is much more important than the house, and that is the matter of future generations! Last year, they were caught on the boat, and a group of people were still full of reluctance, but after these months of breathing and working with this land, the Red Twin Cities have been deeply imprinted on them, and no one is eager to share the land here and take root.

There is another reason for selfishness, that is, the land allocated is far from the city and the water source, the first one to get it, it must be next to the city, it is close to going home, and it is close to taking water from the Hongshuang River.

Finally, at six o'clock in the morning, it was time to open the city gate, and with the creaking sound of the wooden suspension bridge falling, stepping on the wooden gate, a "spring sports meeting" kicked off.

"Mine my! The head of the household, Zhao Lao Wu, Lingtian!"

"Little Wang Er, come to lead the field."

"Master Jun, the small one is a big hammer, and I gave you the one to fight the lees a few days ago! You're tired, let's do it first! ”

The field books engraved on the wooden signs are like a large truck that collapsed on the highway, and in a blink of an eye, they were snatched up and given the sequence number, and these homeless farmers led the oxen and dragged the whole family into battle, and plunged into the field as if they were fighting with the earth.

Fortunately, the Dongjiang industry is developed, and the Houjin Mongolia perennial trade, this cattle and horses are really a lot, almost five households have a cow, and every family can get a plow, each household can do it handy, this Mao Jue only walked up to the city wall from the last governor's mansion he built, and saw that the farmland near the city wall has been dug out of a ditch, the old man in front of him supported the direction, and the young man in the prime of life pressed the plough and shouted loudly at the ploughing ox.

"Daddy! Turn the corner!"

Another furrow was pulled out.

On the other hand, the six masters of this family seem to have to go from large rows to small dolls, and they raise their hoes together next to each other like they have rehearsed, and the father raises his head and shouts slogans one by one.

"Marry a daughter-in-law!"

"Hey!"

"New clothes!"

"Hey!"

"Fat baby!"

"Hey!"

"Eat your fill!"

"Hey!"

In the rhythmic Henan Bangzi, the stones, grass roots, rotten wood, and other pieces of wood in the ground were all shaved out, and the land began to become soft and easy to cultivate

Seeing this scene, he yawned loudly, and after rubbing his eyes, Mao Jue couldn't help but laugh again.

It is said that the north is bitter cold and wild, but this West Sea Plain, which occupies less than one-eighth of Sakhalin Island, has enough to clean up 780,000 acres of fields, and the results of the battle are even more than Mao Wenlong's desperate efforts to recover more than a dozen prefectures and counties such as Jinbuyi. And although it is not as fertile as the black soil of the Songnen Plain in Heilongjiang, it is much stronger than the land in the corner of the Dongjiang River.

But no matter how good the land is, it has to be opened up to be used, more than 800,000 mu is still on paper, and it has to be opened up to use, these are all wasteland, even if one person develops 20 acres, 20,000 people are all considered strong men, but they can only develop 400,000 mu, and about half of them can be developed, not to mention that among the 20,000 people, there are more than 6,000 strong men, and the rest are women, children, the elderly, and children.

Anyway, it can't be developed, Mao Jue simply ordered to plow next to each other, as long as your family can open up a few acres of land, how many acres of land will be distributed to your family.

The land plot of the Chinese peasants is the most fanatical, who doesn't want to share more land? Under this order, the whole family of peasants was mobilized, and they did not use themselves as human beings, gritting their teeth and digging ditches and plowing the ground with hoes with all their might, and the dust from the digging was flying, and beads of sweat flowed down in strings.

But the old farmers in the excitement forgot that there was another cultivation method in the Dongjiang River.

Don't abandon it!

Even if people are used as livestock, a strong man cultivates about 20 acres is also dead, the old Han women and children can't plough so much, only five to eight acres, this year and the homeless people can not talk about the spirit of Lei Feng, the predecessors planted trees and the descendants took the shade, and when they finished cultivating the land and couldn't plough it, Mao Jue waved his hand, and a large piece of land could be re-entered, and when the next batch of immigrants arrived, they could directly sow seeds, and they should not mistake farming at all, but these old farmers in front of them had to be a stupid boy.

In Mao Jue's sinister smile, the peasants, who didn't know that they had been tricked, were still excitedly digging the earth, and the air was filled with the fragrance of earth.

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Human beings are simply magical, less than ten days, the southwest of Sakhalin Island in the wilderness of ancient times has come to a complete change, it was originally a dense grass mat, spring and autumn withered, thousands of years unchanged, but completely turned into a black and yellow ditch, full of mountains and fields, dense, innumerable, from the dense forest boundary of Nanshan has spread to the side of the sea, the scenery of human beings is simply magnificent.

It's just that these red couples who are busy working in the fields are not so energetic now, and they are tired as if they have kidney deficits, but they still grit their teeth and hold on there, burying the buds and wheat seeds that have been cultivated in the greenhouses in the city into the ditches, scattering seeds to the vegetable fields, and burying the sweet potatoes that have sprouted seedlings.

In the past few days, Su Changmei's old face has become one of the most unpopular targets in the Red Twin Cities, and every morning, he takes the account documents and books from place to place, and his cheap voice sounded in the fields one by one.

"How? Is it still possible? ”

"If you can't farm, turn it in quickly! The autumn harvest is calculated according to the number of acres! Don't go out when you don't grow it, pay more food, and cry without a place to cry. ”

"Oh, this young man, he's tired and kidney-deficient, how can he marry a daughter-in-law? What do you think? Anyway, one hundred and fifty acres of land, your family will definitely not be able to plough it, and you will be easy to hand over seventy or eighty acres, how about it? ”

More than ten days ago, they were still six father and son of nesting dolls, and now they are really like ducks for several years, with deep eye sockets and trembling legs and stomachs, but looking at Su Changmei with a rotten belly and a pair of big teeth on her fat face, the father in this set of babies is still gritting his teeth and turning a hoe downward.

"Even if, even if the kidneys are exhausted, our old family will continue to plow this field! Not an inch of land, not handed!"

"Marry ......, marry a daughter-in-law!"

"Hey!"

"Eat ......, eat your fill."

"Hi ......"

The six fathers and sons are like zombies, trembling or turning a hoe forward, this will be uneven, seeing that Su Changmei pouted his chin like ***'s famous expression, shook his fat neck in annoyance, and then waved his hand.

"Old man, reduce the field by 30 acres first, and let's come back tomorrow!"

"Next!"

In the midst of the annoying laughter, his fat face, with big teeth, appeared in the eyes of several tired and half-dead old peasants in another field.

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The construction of the colony has all entered the formal, and the crops brought from the Dongjiang River are not unsuitable for the climate here, and the crops planted are beginning to absorb the nutrients of the earth, as for the aborigines on the island, in addition to the Zhani Lu department, six or seven small tribes nearby still admit that the Ming Dynasty sealed the guard, under the banner of the Ming Dynasty, it will not be long before these people have to be fooled by Mao Jue into joining the army.

The official document homework brought is almost disposed of, and the next immigration ship will have more than ten days, and Mao Jue has nothing to do in these ten days.

Fortunately, spring still has a name, the mating season!

The snow melted, the rattling streams flowed rapidly, and in the winter, the frozen rivers finally showed their original faces, and Sakhalin, although not pleasant, was definitely a treasure land, with more than 600 rivers, hundreds of small lakes, and puddles of water dotted on the horizon like pearls.

And the products here are extraordinarily abundant!

In the icy cold river water, the revived salmon swim upstream, crackling and jumping over the shallows, swimming hard towards the birthplace upstream, one by one bloated bodies, fat muscles, all showing their fresh and delicious taste.

It's also a time of revelry for the animals, with bears just waking up from hibernation, yawning and crouching at the edge of the cold water, waiting for food at their fingertips, and sea eagle skuas circling in the sky, but today, more strange two-legged beasts have joined the feast.

The fire is still smoking black, the bearskin mattress played before the New Year is softly spread on the ground, and the corners of her delicate mouth are still a little oily, Adriana is comfortably covering her round little belly, lazily closing her blue eyes that are almost as gorgeous as the small lake around her.

The corners of her mouth were also hooked into two crooked smiles.

At the other end of the mattress, Mao Jue couldn't lie down, with a bitter face, rubbing his round stomach sadly, and burping depressedly.

The first time I encountered a fish that didn't need to be caught, this one ate too much!

(End of chapter)