Zhu Cijiong said with a smile: "I have already asked people to make a planer board for shaving dried sweet potatoes, and when the time comes, you can dry the dried sweet potatoes, so that the storage time will be longer."

Besides, when the sweet potatoes are excavated, can we exchange the sweet potatoes for grain? ”

"Food?" Zhang Siyuan was stunned.

Exchanging coarse grains for fine grains?

What kind of fairy operation is this?

How did he know that even in the countryside of later generations, the phenomenon of bartering grain still exists, and every time watermelons, peaches, pears, and other fruits are on the market, there are always people driving big cars, walking around the streets and alleys, and a horn at the front of the car shouts:

"Wheat for peaches!"

"Wheat for watermelon!"

……

Zhu Cijiong chuckled: "One pound of wheat for five pounds or ten pounds of sweet potatoes, you said that when the time comes, this yield will not be stored?" ”

……

In the valley behind the blacksmith's workshop in Laohugou, a large thatched hut was built.

The bushes everywhere have long been bulldozed, and the rugged mountain roads have been trampled and slippery.

In the school field, a group of teenagers are sweating and training.

"One, stab!"

Zhu Cijiong, who was dressed in a scarlet shirt, yelled.

"Hey!" A thousand young men stepped forward in unison, and stabbed at the scarecrow in front of him with a long bayonet with a wooden handle attached.

"Ping Pong!" The sound of the bayonet piercing the straw and stabbing the trunk of the tree became one.

"Second, receive!" Zhu Cijiong roared.

"Whoa!"

The teenagers drew their bayonets and took a step back.

Sweat covered their eyes, and it hurt hotly, but no one dared to raise their hands to wipe it.

"Most of you are orphans, all of you are living on the streets, eating hundreds of meals and wearing hundreds of clothes." Zhu Cijiong walked in the crowd: "I will find you, teach you to read, and give you a well-fed and clothed life!" ”

The teenagers stood upright, their bodies straight like bamboos.

"The Han dynasty has fallen, the lives are ruined, and the only young man who grew up in the hands of a woman is just to eat and wait for death, and then he is cruel, slaughtering millions of my clan and slaughtering thousands of my people."

"The lonely king can't sleep at night every time he thinks about it!"

"There is only one sentence that the lonely king can teach you - sweat more in peacetime, and shed less blood in wartime!"

Zhang Shiling roared: "Sweat more in peacetime, and bleed less in wartime!" ”

A group of teenagers shouted: "Sweat more in peacetime, and bleed less in wartime!" ”

"Didn't you eat?" Zhu Cijiong roared angrily.

"Sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in wartime!" The teenagers roared.

Zhu Cijiong continued: "The chieftain is brutal, if I kill one person, thousands of people will live, and the country will be discolored, and I will wash it with blood!" ”

The young man continued to roar: "The chieftain is cruel, if I kill one person, thousands of people will live, and the country will be discolored, and I will wash it with blood!" ”

"Okay, come, go on, one, stab!" Zhu Cijiong ignored the scorching sun above his head and personally trained the teenagers.

"Hah!"

The roar shook the sky......

Only the name and the instrument, not the fake hand to others!

Zhu Cijiong knew that he could rely on the Zhang family, but this army had to be grasped in his own hands.

The teenagers sweated like rain, and a thousand teenagers, except for the two hundred and three surnamed children, the rest were homeless orphans from all over the world.

Yang Qilong walked over, his face full of surprise: "Your Highness, Zhu Shangxian is back and is waiting outside!" ”

"Zhu Shangxian?" Zhu Cijiong was overjoyed: "It's been more than half a year, and he's still alive?" ”

"Broke an arm." Yang Qilong sighed: "He said that he encountered the Qing soldiers that night, and he was exhausted in the fight, and he was cut off an arm, and then jumped into the ice water, and when he woke up, he was rescued by a widow. ”

"He came back with the widow, and a little girl."

"Zhang Shiling!" Zhu Cijiong yelled.

"Here!" Zhang Shiling walked out of the queue.

"You take the place of the command."

"Yes!" Zhang Shiling took over the command position: "Come, continue training, one, stab!" ”

"Hey!" The voices of the teenagers were about to break through the sky......

"Let's go, let's see him go!" Zhu Cijiong took the lead and walked outside.

At the entrance of the valley, Zhu Shangxian led a little girl of four or five years old, and beside him was a woman in her thirties holding a package, and the two of them were covered with weather.

"Your Highness, I'm back!"

As soon as he saw Zhu Cijiong, he immediately knelt on the ground: "I thought I would never come back......"

The seven-foot-tall man was in tears.

On that day, he fought against the Qing soldiers, his right hand was cut off by Qi Gen, and he froze in the ice water for most of the night, and in the morning, he was rescued by the widow Qi who was working in the field.

Because of his severe injuries and cold, he had a high fever.

Widow Qi took care of him for three whole months, and then gradually improved.

After he recovered from his injuries, he was with Widow Qi, and he brought her back directly.

"Tiantian, lady, call the Third Highness."

Widow Qi and the little girl were timid, bent down to say hello, and then hid behind Zhu Shangxian.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back!" Zhu Cijiong looked at Zhu Shangxian's empty right arm, his eyes were full of pity, and he patted him on the shoulder:

"This is your home, as long as I have a bite to eat, you won't be hungry!"

"Hmm." Zhu Shangxian's face was hidden with bitterness, as a martial artist, but his right hand was broken, he was really confused about his future.

"Let's go, march to the barracks!"

Zhu Cijiong stretched out his hand to pull Zhu Shangxian and walked towards the camp.

Widow Qi and the little girl timidly followed behind Zhu Shangxian.

……

After some greetings, Zhu Cijiong said: "They are all brothers who were born and died together, I won't say polite words, I have arranged two paths for you, you can choose." ”

Zhu Shangxian looked grateful: "Your Highness doesn't dislike me as a waste, and is willing to ask me, what else do I have to choose." It's good for you to arrange it for me! ”

"No, you listen to me!"

Zhu Cijiong stopped Zhu Shangxian, and he spoke: "First, you and your sister-in-law recruited some people to help me make military uniforms, and from then on transferred to logistics.

Second, I am busy with affairs, and you have given me the responsibility of this training.

Think about it yourself, and tell me when you're ready. ”

"Your Highness, I'll do the logistics." Zhu Shangxian smiled bitterly: "The army is full of unruly people, I really can't do it." ”

"That's good!" Zhu Cijiong summoned Yang Qilong: "You go to my place, the first box on the left side of the door, the scroll of drawings tied with red ribbons inside, you help me get it." ”

After a while, Yang Qilong brought the drawings, and Zhu Cijiong said, "To my sister-in-law." ”

Widow Qi saved Zhu Shangxian, no matter whether Zhu Shangxian was with her out of gratitude or for whatever reason, it was Zhu Shangxian's choice.

They are all brothers who followed their birth and death, and Zhu Cijiong respects the choice of his brothers.

Yes, although Widow Qi looked average and carried an oil bottle, Zhu Cijiong did not look down on her, and called her sister-in-law directly.