September of the seventeenth year of Chongzhen. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ningyuan south of the city.

"That's what it looks like!"

Looking at the farmland on the side of the road, those farmers who were breaking corn, Yang Feng on the back of the big black horse said with emotion.

In less than half a year, this land has been completely restored to life, countless villages have been established, countless farmlands have been reclaimed, in the corn fields of the golden autumn season, the roads are vertical and horizontal, the villages composed of earthen walls and thatched huts can be seen everywhere, the corn and peppers on the walls have formed an excellent decoration, and even pigs and sheep and other livestock have walked on the official road from time to time, and there is a yellow dog barking at him not far away.

It's a harvest season.

Whether it's his potatoes or corn or high-yielding soybeans, they all show their full power.

Half a month ago, the household department even sent a potato that was about to catch up with the big head to him on the front line of Guangning as auspicious, and then His Majesty the Emperor invited the generals to eat a meal of potato stew and beef, and the people in the entire Ningyu area were stunned by the terrifying output of this kind of thing. Different from the lack of fertility in later generations because of years of cultivation, the land in Ningyu is extremely fertile at this time, and it is estimated that the modern compost pile can not catch up, coupled with the suitable climate, this kind of thing can be called savage growth, the highest record of a plant produced ten catties, it is said that the old farmer knelt down and cried when he pulled it out.

And now it's the turn of corn again.

The power of hybrid high-yielding corn is also unleashed in this black soil.

"Father, please look!"

Zheng Chenggong took a corn cob and ran to hand it to him.

Twenty centimeters of corn kernels on the cob from head to tail, very shiny in the sun, if it is like this, it is estimated that the yield per mu is the same as playing, and even more than 1,000 and a half is possible, compared with the current hundreds of catties of rice, the yield of this thing is also like a miracle.

"You planted it?"

Yang Feng asked the old farmer who followed him.

The old farmer lay on the ground with a frightened face and stammered a lot, but Yang Feng didn't understand a word, he looked at Zheng Chenggong with an inquiring gaze.

"The father and the emperor forgive the sin, the sons are incompetent, these people can only understand the official language until now, but there are still a large part of them will not say, he is a shanty man who came over in the later period, he came from Jiangxi, speaking some Fuzhou dialect with a Fujian accent, it is estimated that he was a wanderer from Fujian in the past, he said that he was grateful to the emperor for giving them immortal seeds, giving them nationality, giving them land, they remember the emperor's grace for generations, one of his sons served in the new army, he told his son that if he dared to escape back from the battlefield, he would be killed with his own hands."

Zheng Chenggong said.

"Ha, ha, it's a loyal people, reward!"

Yang Feng said.

Liang Cheng behind him immediately took a money bag, Yang Feng took it and threw it directly to the old farmer, who was so excited that he lay on the ground and kept kowtowing.

"Let's go!"

Yang Feng urged the horse and said.

At this time, more and more peasants on both sides knew that the emperor was coming, and they poured out of the fields, kneeling on both sides with heartfelt excitement, expressing their loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor.

These people were Yang Feng's most loyal people, although he still couldn't understand these people.

These are the shanty people from Jiangxi, the squatters from Guangdong, the Tan people from Fujian, and the degenerate people from eastern Zhejiang, all of whom are the lowest untouchables in society, and they are either not allowed to live ashore, or they are not allowed to live on the plains, or they are not allowed to own land and property and can only do lowly labor, they cannot study, they cannot act as officials, they cannot marry with good people, they are not even the grass mustard at the bottom of this huge empire, at most they are just mud under the grass mustard.

And now, they are not.

Their descendants can study and become officials, they can own their own land, and they can live in the sun.

And all this is given by Him.

"This is the people!"

Yang Feng deliberately got off the horse, led the horse and walked in the crowd of kneeling and said with emotion.

This is his basic plate, there are no gentry here, there are no Confucian scholars here, there are no old bureaucrats here, there are only the purest of the people, loyal to him, and can shoot bullets at any people whom he has designated as long as his orders are given.

That's what he's backing for.

His backing started from Ningyuan and went south to Shanhaiguan, basically bounded by Zhonghousuo, that is, Suizhong County, with the untouchables in the north and the Liao people in the south, forming two relatively independent communities, after all, they did not understand each other's languages. However, the Liao people do not discriminate against the untouchables, these untouchables are southerners, and they are almost two worlds away, what is the situation of the untouchables in the south, these Liao people can be said to know nothing, not to mention that now everyone is a righteous citizen sealed by the emperor, of course, it will still take a long time to let them integrate, this is not what Yang Feng is worried about.

The relocation of the untouchables will continue in the future, and there is land in the northeast to accommodate them, and it is estimated that it will be no problem to feed a few million people west of the Guangliao River.

And the southern gentry also supported this work.

These untouchables are some hidden bombs in the south, the contradictions between the local and the guest have always been the most feared by the gentry, before the rebellion of the shantytowns, the rebellion of Li Daluan's brothers and sisters during the Wanli period made half of Jiangxi involved in the war, in fact, in the sweet potato prosperity of Kang Mazi, the rebellion of the shantytowns has not been broken, and even until the Yongzheng period, until Yongzheng put them in the good register before stopping. This is also one of the important reasons for the population explosion during the Yongzheng period, a large part of the skyrocketing population is not a natural increase, but the population that was not included in the original nationality is counted. Yang Feng is now getting them all to the northeast in this way, which can be regarded as clearing the hidden dangers for those gentry, otherwise how could this kind of migration across thousands of miles go so smoothly.

There are those southern gentry behind them with their full support.

Of course, they don't know that they will end up regretting it.

Not only these people, but also the refugees who fled to Shandong during the previous Ming and Qing dynasties, and the Dengzhou area controlled by Huang Fei, there were constantly ships carrying people across the sea to go ashore in Ningyuan, and then settled in the Jinzhou area to the north, and those who fled to the mountains before also began to settle in the mountains. According to the current rate estimates, by this time next year, the population of western Liaoning will basically be close to one million, this once prosperous fertile land will soon be fully restored, and the wounds caused by the destruction of the two generations of wild boar skin will be healed as soon as possible.

And Yang Feng will also get a solid rear.

It's not easy for the emperor to rebel!

There is no strong foundation, even if he has a plug-in, it can't do it, the last time the four human bullets have made him sober up, and the resurrection of the overlord in front of the bomb has also become scum, that time fortunately, it was found in time, and the Tartars underestimated his ability to resist explosions, if they got four human bullets of tens or hundreds of pounds, it is estimated that the people of the Ming Dynasty can already remember their short-lived emperor.

This is also the reason why Yang Feng has stopped recently.

He'll have to be careful, too.

"Father, the camp has arrived!"

Zheng Chenggong said next to him.

"This is my new army?"

Yang Feng looked with interest at the huge army waiting in front of him.

The 5,000 untouchables are wearing a uniform red right short shirt, and the bottom is the black pants with leggings, the leggings have been popularized in the Ming army, Yang Feng has taught the soldiers from the battle of Ningyuan, in fact, at this time, the mountain people play leggings are very common, but it is rare in the army, many people in the untouchable army are shanty people in the mountainous areas of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and they themselves also have the habit of playing leggings, Yang Feng just standardizes them.

Coupled with coarse cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles, and a Fan Yang hat on each person's head, this is Yang Feng's new army appearance.

And the equipment is a little shabby.

Each of these new soldiers carried a bird gun on his back, and his body was covered with small bamboo pipes, because the old-fashioned bird gun did not have a special bayonet, so he had to be equipped with an additional goose sword, and the armor was gone.

In fact, this new army looks very inconspicuous, they are at best a traditional soldier at this time, and even inferior to the Ming army's gun, the latter at least has standard armor, including those generals within the Ming army did not take them seriously, in their opinion, this is just to satisfy the emperor's pleasure. As far as these untouchables can have combat effectiveness, their daily training is nothing more than shooting with birds, practicing assassination with wooden guns, and walking around in line every day, pulling out nothing and running for more than ten miles in one go, sweating and panting like an ox.

They were right.

Even for Yang Feng, this new army also has few bright spots to speak of.

But it is enough for them to have one peculiarity, and this peculiarity is simple, and that is that they ......

"Obedience!"

Yang Feng roared: "You have only one duty, that is, to obey my orders, now I order you, stand there, no one is allowed to move without my order, whoever dares to move a step will be directly eliminated, and then send your family back to the place where you came, hear clearly, without my order, no one is allowed to move a step, now tell me, do you hear clearly?" ”

"Hear me clearly!"

The new troops, lined up with 5,000 troops, replied in unison with their original accents.

Then everyone's faces changed all at once.

Because at the same time, the commander of the Jinyi Guard beside His Majesty the Emperor suddenly pointed forward with the Yanling Sword in Liang Cheng's hand, and the five hundred Jinyi Guard Iron Cavalry who followed the Holy Commander formed a riding wall one mile away from them, and then began to accelerate towards them, which soon turned into a charge. In the thunderous sound of the horses' hooves falling densely, five hundred war horses clinging to each other with visors like monsters, heavy armor on horseback, and even cavalrymen with iron masks on their faces, holding a spear with a pennant in the other, kept approaching in the gallop of the war horses.

The legs of all the soldiers in the camp were shaking.

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