Facts speak louder than words, and when the silver glittering dragon pattern silver coins slapped on the kang tables of each family, the hostesses grabbed them excitedly and looked at them over and over again like cherishing their eyeballs.

Silver is really a good thing, the people in the poor ravine are traded with copper money on weekdays, and even there is a situation of bartering in the market, I exchange a pheasant for half a bag of corn ballast, and you exchange a kitchen knife for two large sauerkraut jars, this situation is very common.

Of course, the value of the real thing must be underestimated, because the yamen also has to calculate the fire consumption when collecting taxes, and there is also a handling fee to help you discount the silver.

To tell the truth, some of the people in the big ravine have never seen the whole silver ingot like in their lives, and the little silver slot and silver scum can be seen a few times, but he is not qualified to directly use the silver as money.

Women are born with a fate for shiny things, and the beauty of the stamped dragon silver coins is almost suffocating, so these women are determined that this money will never be spent and must be kept as a family heirloom.

"The military master is hot on the kang, and I scald wine and stir-fried vegetables...... You are in charge of the house, and you get out the frozen elbow meat in Houfang Mountain, and today we will celebrate the New Year in advance......"

The same scene was repeated in everyone's house, and the head of the security chief and the veteran soldier even led people to drive the climbing plow to the town thirty miles away in the wind and snow to make a big purchase.

By the time the purchased plough returned to the village, it was already dark, and the snow still had no intention of stopping, and at this time the snoring was thundering on the kang heads of every household, and the tired soldiers had not yet woken up.

It wasn't until it was completely dark that the dinner party in the small mountain village officially began, and the happy villagers brought out pots of chicken stewed mushrooms, sauerkraut stewed white meat, preserved venison, salmon and other mountain delicacies...... Where the natural environment is not destroyed, there is abundance, and the people here have never had a problem to eat, and their poverty is actually more about policy and economic structure.

Ye Qiu teamed up with Pig Mountain Chip and Maeda Yujiro this time, the three of them lived in the Bao Chang's house, and the natural specifications of this dinner were much higher than those of other families, and Liu Bao Chang even took out a pair of black bear paws from his treasure to give the big guy a taste.

The sense of distance between people under the stomach of three bowls of wine was naturally shortened, and the veteran head and the security chief who had become bolder also dared to ask about the details of the battle of Sandaogou, Ye Qiu and they picked out a few words that could be said, and the blood of these mountain people was boiling.

When the large army was divided, Ye Qiu couldn't figure out why Master Long asked each squad to bring a few old Maozi's heads, and this thing couldn't be eaten as food, and now he knew how useful it was, the men outside the gate believed in the eyes more than the ears, you said ten thousand times that it was better to let them take a look.

The head is the most effective means for the volunteers to show their military might to the people, and all doubts are dissipated at the entrance of Xiaotumen Village, and the entire volunteer army has infiltrated hundreds of villages along the Ussuri River like mercury.

Fighting for the hearts of the people is a clever job, this is the way of civil and military affairs, and don't forget the identity of the army to show your pro-people side, because people's hearts are naturally willing to follow the strong.

Without personally contacting the indigenous people here, Ye Qiu would never have imagined that there would be so much attention to fighting in this white mountain and black water.

The bold villagers began to accuse the Volunteers of their negligence, and many of their practices were problematic in this bitter cold region.

When the snow covers the mountains, the climbing plow is definitely better than the war horse, and the dog-drawn climbing plow is far better than the mule and horse, and the war horse used by the volunteers is actually a burden.

The antifreeze ointment that the Ryukyus spent a lot of money on is a joke, and the antifreeze effect of the fat made by the locals from the meat of the roe deer is far better than that of the high-priced goods.

There is no fur in the cotton coat, and it can't keep out the dampness and cold, isn't this looking for death? Even if you can survive by relying on your youth for the time being, you will be crippled when you are old in the future.

The natives who have lived here for thousands of years have rich experience in harmony with nature, and these young men from the south took out their notebooks one by one and began to shorthand, and those local people saw that these things were useful to the military master, and suddenly straightened their waists and felt that they had more face, and the goods at the bottom of the box were sold.

If we had a pair of God's perspectives, we would be able to overlook the sky over the 400,000 square kilometers on both sides of the Ussuri River, the lights of the village dwellings on the ground in the cold night and snow, countless villages were feasting their distant relatives, and the fusion of the volunteers and the locals was perfect between the bowls of soju and the pieces of white meat.

Countless Ye Qiu knew how to distinguish the direction in the old forest, and also knew how to hunt when encountering a blind bear, where wolves often haunted, and where there were paths in the mountains and dense forests that could be sneak attacked.

This land belongs to the Chinese, this is not a paper treaty can be changed, the Chinese people have lived here for thousands of years, and their souls have long been integrated into this land.

If the invaders thought that the lines drawn on the map would cut off the blood ties between the Chinese and their ancestors, the volunteers would sober them up with bayonets and bullets in their hands.

Now that everything is still in time, the blood in the hearts of the remnants of the Far East is still boiling, their feelings for the mother country have not diluted, and the brutal massacre of the invaders has just begun, and the hearts of the people of the Far East still belong to China.

It is impossible to count how many old hunters were recruited by the Volunteers as guides that night, and how many young men were accepted as recruits.

But everyone knew very well that when the long winter had passed, when these brave soldiers had once again struck the enemy, they were doomed to fall into the sea of people's war.

Xiao Letian's volunteers created a myth that could not be replicated at that time, and the benefits of the elite military policy were undoubtedly highlighted at this moment, and in the middle of the nineteenth century, no country in the world could have such a high-quality group of low-level officers.

Take Ye Qiu as an example, with his level of higher education, he can definitely be qualified for the position of battalion commander even in Europe, but in the Volunteer Army, he can only lead a platoon of troops.

Ye Qiu is not an isolated case, but a common phenomenon in the volunteer army, and it is precisely because of such a high-quality low-level officer corps that Xiao Letian and Long Ye can rest assured and boldly divide the army into pieces and integrate it into the people.

They are not afraid of mutiny or independence of these armies, let alone the fact that the low-level officers will not be able to grasp their strategic intentions, and even these soldiers know a lot of pro-people methods.

This already belongs to the elite team of the army and the people, so many talents are the foundation of Xiao Letian's career.