Meng walked out of the Baihu Office, his steps were a little floating, he rubbed his knees, which were still a little numb, and made up his mind that he must walk around Shen Baihu as a last resort.

The two soldiers outside the door looked at Meng's strange movements, and then looked at his grinning expression, looked at each other, closed their mouths, and didn't say a word.

Before going home, Meng went to the experience division again, and each of the border soldiers of the guard station had a share of land, fifty acres, and was promoted to a small banner, and more or less always had to add points.

Kaiping Wei commanded the affairs of the Tuntian, and the officers and soldiers of the guard station received the fields, farm tools, and seeds, and they had to go through the relevant procedures.

The fields were in good hands, the seeds and farming tools were appropriate, and the cattle were neglected, consciously or unconsciously.

Meng rubbed his chin, but did not object.

For the sake of fellow scholars, Liu Shi kindly informed Meng Xiaoqi that Kaiping Biansai is vast and sparsely populated, with abundant arable land but not abundant production. The eighty acres of land allocated to him are not much, and after taxes every year, the rest is not a problem to support the family's rations, and if there is more, he will have to find another way.

In short, if you want to eat well, it depends on your personal ability.

"You don't have oxen, but you can plough horses."

Thanks to Liu's experience, Meng walked out of the experience department and pondered about his future livelihood all the way.

His family of three is strong, except for himself, Meng Hu and Meng Qingjiang's food should not be underestimated. As the saying goes, half the eldest eats the poor, well, this analogy is not very appropriate, he always wants to call the two cousins, but the words are not rough, it is really a bit difficult to feed three mouthfuls with the field in his hand.

When they got home, Meng Hu and Meng Qingjiang had already set up the wooden bed, and the bed board and bed frame were strong, but the wooden thorns in the corners had not been smoothed, and laying straw was much better than sleeping on the ground.

This bed was given to Meng, and he had experienced the fight outside the city, not to mention Meng Hu, even Meng Qingjiang, who had been pitted by Meng, looked up to him.

"Fourth cousin, fifth cousin."

Meng smiled and greeted the two, informed the two of them about the assignment of the field, and at the same time asked the three border soldiers behind him to send the seeds and farm tools into the hall, and turned around to take out a few pancakes and three bowls of broth from the stove room, which should be grateful.

The three border soldiers were just assigned to Meng's men yesterday, and it was nothing to help carry the seeds and move a few hoes, so they wanted to show their faces in front of Xiaoqi, but they didn't think they could get benefits.

Seeing that Meng didn't seem to be a fake, the three of them were not polite, so they took the cake at the moment, picked up the bowl, and ate it in a big gulp.

In the border area, copper coins and treasures are not as good as grain and cloth, especially the Enjun who were sent to the border, most of them were literati, and farming and defending the border were not "their own jobs", and wielding a knife and a hoe made them more embarrassed than writing a splendid article.

The people of the people who were implicated were also angry, and they sat at home, and disaster came from heaven, and they only hated the offenders and affected them. Those who are resented will ridicule each other, if it is not for their own official robes, how can the land tax in the clan be exempted? Could it be that the land placed by the clan flew down from the sky?

Of the ten people under Meng, five of them are Enjun, and now the three squatting by the door to eat cakes and drink soup, two of them are implicated by the same clan, and one has also been a showman, and when he learned that Meng was a scholar, he couldn't help but get closer to him.

In any case, under the hands of scholars, it is better than being called around by military men who can't read big characters, right?

Meng expressed his understanding of the thoughts of these people, and once he understood them, he did not break them.

Everyone has self-esteem, and it would be cruel to puncture the soap bubble in the hearts of these people now. But he doesn't promise never to do it, and he can face the reality earlier to live here, just like himself.

"I'm a kind person."

Putting away the big bowl that was licked like washing, Meng Shishilang let out such an exclamation.

Meng Hu's subordinates paused, and the hammer almost hit his hand. Meng Qingjiang's face was full of shock, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Why does the fourth cousin look at me like this?"

"Too surprised."

"Why?" Meng was puzzled.

“……”

Meng Qingjiang was speechless, in fact, he was a fool.

The three's dinner was also cakes and broth, the soup was made from broken horse bones and boiled over high heat, the bone marrow was boiled in the pot, and a layer of oil splashed on the tumbling wild vegetables.

There were no seasonings in later generations, only a little salt was added, but the three of them had nothing left, Meng Qingjiang and Meng Hu were still unsatisfied, and almost chewed the small bones.

Meng admired the thumbs up, his teeth were so good.

After the meal, the three cousins sat around a simple fire, and while they roasted the fire, they discussed their future livelihoods.

Now that they have arrived at Biansai, whether it is Meng Hu or Meng Qingjiang, no matter how big the dissatisfaction is, they must be thrown away, and living here has become the most important issue in front of them.

Meng's performance also made the two admire, this powerless chicken and was almost regarded as a fool by the clansmen Twelve Lang can go into battle to kill the enemy, what are they missing?

"Twelve, I've seen it, and this seed is not enough. Moreover, "Meng Hu paused, "it's not a good breed." ”

"I know it." Meng rubbed his hands together and tightened the jacket on his body. At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the treatment of soldiers was quite acceptable, not only the fields were divided but also the seeds of farm tools were also given, and the cattle were cultivated. In addition to the jackets, shoes and trousers needed for the garrison to go on the expedition, winter and summer clothes were also issued, mostly cotton cotton cloth and summer cloth.

Meng is under Shen Baihu, and there is no problem if he misses the day of collaring cotton clothes, and he can be reissued. However, there are regulations for the grain species, and the health office is already short of food, and no one dares to be accommodating in this matter.

"I'll figure out the seed thing." Meng said, "The two cousins think it's good to plant something other than wheat?" It is best to grow fast and be prolific. ”

When a sentence came out, Meng Hu and Meng Qingjiang both stared and thought deeply.

asked Meng Hu and the two because Meng really couldn't think of a charter.

When it comes to drought-resistant and cold-resistant high-yield crops, the first thing that comes to mind is potatoes and sweet potatoes. Thinking about it doesn't mean that you can do it, there is still a century before Columbus discovered the New World, and you can't get the bell to plant it.

Aside from the Portuguese and Spaniards a hundred years later, there is a theory in later generations that during the Yongle period, Zheng He's fleet discovered America before Columbus, and it is said that there are records of the natives of the Americas. Unfortunately, the relevant information of Zheng He's fleet voyage, including the emperor's edict, fleet formation, list, and navigation logbook, were all destroyed in the hands of a soldier surnamed Liu.

However, similar to Liu Langzhong's "feat", ordinary people may not be able to do it.

Regardless of what happened to this frame man for the time being, the only Zheng He fleet that Meng could count on would not set sail until the second year of Yongle. Before that, the Yongle Emperor had to negotiate with his nephew about who would sit on the throne.

Count on your fingers, at least five or six years away!

So, he had to keep going. Even then, it may not be the way it gets what it wants.

Even if he wanted to join Yan and follow King Yan to rebel wholeheartedly, the difficulty of unswervingly appeasement was not ordinary.

A small banner, according to the military establishment of later generations, at most an infantry squad leader, not to mention King Yan, is the generals under him, who is Zhilu Daomeng?

rushed up and said that he would pinch his fingers and count it, and he would know five hundred years? I'm afraid that Monk Daoyan and a group of capable people around King Yan will kill him first.

Grab a job? Who do you think you kid are?

Or take the side door? For example, Shen Baihu......

Thinking of this, Meng shuddered, and ate it, absolutely!

"Twelve?"

Seeing that Meng didn't speak for a long time, he shook his head vigorously and sighed, Meng Hu and Meng Qingjiang both felt strange.

"I'm fine." Meng raised his head and looked at the roof at a forty-five degree angle, his eyes bright and sad, "I'm just confused, the road ahead is long, the future is uncertain, even if I am high, I have nowhere to start." Life is really lonely as snow. ”

Meng Hu: "......"

Meng Qingjiang: "......"

In the end, Meng Qingjiang proposed that it was better to plant some buckwheat.

Meng Hu nodded, and Meng naturally had no objections.

"I'll figure out the seeds, and I'll trouble the two cousins for the rest."

Meng Hu and Meng Qingjiang didn't ask Meng Neng what way to come up with, and after getting along with Meng Shishilang for a long time, they should understand a truth: silence is golden.

The next day, Meng got up early in the morning, dressed neatly, hung up his waist card, and walked out of the house in high spirits. Starting today, he and his ten men will move to a lookout platform outside the city.

The pier was built on a hill ten miles north of the city, and was once captured by the Northern Yuan cavalry, and none of the border troops on the pier survived.

Climb to the top of the mountain, overlook from a high place, grassland, dense forest, quietly flowing river, and the horse farm of the border army.

The scenery is very beautiful, but Meng has no intention of caring about it, so he asked people to check the environment and immediately ordered everyone to build a house by cutting down stones and trees.

Please be transferred here to defend it, not to die here.

The existing earth pits and earthen walls could not stop the tartars at all, and in order to realize the next plan, it was necessary to ensure that one's life was first guaranteed.

Everyone was puzzled, obviously thinking that Meng Xiaoqi's order was unreliable.

Meng grinned and leaned against the earthen wall, "Don't put on such a show, you always have to be a little pursuing, right?" ”

Everyone: "......"

"This is the front line of the battle, kill the enemy to serve the country, and no one will come to rob us."

Everyone: "......" took the initiative to ask for a transfer to guard the lookout platform, is it really a brain disease?

Seeing that everyone's eyes were scattered and obviously did not believe his words, Meng Ye could only give up the code of conduct of "convincing people with reason", and continued: "Meng Mou gave you a word of truth, and he never brought you to death!" It's about finding a way for you to get ahead and get rich. ”

The crowd remained silent.

"If nothing else, do you have enough food at home? Want to eat meat in one meal? Do you want to marry a daughter-in-law? Meng paused, "Do you want to live a better life?" ”

The sloppy gaze began to glow, and the sound of swallowing saliva came and went.

Even the cadres led by the former Mukushiro couldn't help but concentrate.

Meng smiled kindly.

At the same time that Meng Shishilang was drumming up the construction of the house, in front of the hundred households in Xicheng, seven or eight border soldiers who had been beaten to the ground collapsed like dead dogs.

Shen Xuan stood in front of the two of them with his hands in his hands, his face was as heavy as water, his voice was not high, but his words were like thunder.

"Whoever pretends to lead the battle, kill! Help the Hidden, Staff Twenty! ”

As the words fell, two bloody heads were thrown to the ground, blood-stained faces, frightened and distorted.

When Zheng Qianhu heard the news, he sighed, remembered the news from Beijing, and then thought about the secret letter in the box, shook his head, and only said to the messenger that there was no need to ask more about this matter.

After today, Shen Baihu will be Shen Deputy Qianhu.