The whole camp was full of joy and prosperity.

Wang Zezhi saw the lively crowd and came to a vacant barracks to check the situation here.

Martyr's Hall.

Wang Zezhi ordered the location of the nameplates used to enshrine the fallen soldiers.

After so many days of setting, this place has been gradually improved.

In the Zhongyi Hall, there is an endless stream of military family members who come and go to worship.

One by one, with tears in their eyes, they rubbed the nameplates of their relatives, put incense, placed offerings, and then whispered words that they had not yet been able to tell.

Wang Ze's heart was heavy, burning incense, bowing to worship, the people in the hall turned their heads to bow to Wang Zezhi, everyone was silent, and the family left silently after worshipping.

Wang Zezhi looked around and saw Wang Sanlang and Tian Gong's master and apprentice.

Wang Sanlang carefully wiped the nameplate of each apprentice, and offered it extremely respectfully, and then burned incense and worshiped silently.

Wang Zezhi walked over and gave a salute, looked at the nameplates in the hall, and was silent for a long time.

"Let's take in some more apprentices."

Wang Zezhi didn't look at San Lang, and said to himself.

"Hmm."

"Newly recruited apprentices don't have to go to battle."

"My apprentice doesn't have soft eggs." Wang Sanlang said coldly.

"Didn't you want to have a son for a long time? If you like a girl, tell me. ”

"I will not destroy the Tartar in this life, and I will not marry a wife."

Wang Sanlang gritted his teeth and made an oath, and turned around and left with Tian Gong.

Wang Zezhi's heart was shocked, and he looked at Wang Sanlang in great confusion and fell into deep thought.

Strictly speaking, the Tatars were Mongols, and they were also descendants of Yan and Huang, and there was no intention of exterminating them in his plan.

Instead, he is ready to be like a mopping wood in the future, so that Tatar can integrate into the Ming Dynasty and become a part of the Ming Dynasty.

Now that Wang Sanlang is like this, he clearly intends to fight with Tatar for the rest of his life.

However, with the current situation of this dynasty, it can only be like this.

Wang Zezhi sighed and went with him.

Wang Zezhi returned to the review hall and looked at the bustling field, he suddenly felt that this was unfair to those sergeants who died in battle.

After thinking about it, he planned to have a memorial service to comfort the spirits of the soldiers in heaven before their weddings.

Wang Zezhi thought of it and went to implement it, and immediately found Shan Tongshan to discuss.

Shan Tongshan bowed to Wang Zezhi and began to discuss.

In the end, the two of them decided to pay homage to the souls of the soldiers who died in battle two days before their wedding.

The whole army was immediately informed that there was not a single person in the entire battalion who objected.

These people who died in battle were their former comrades, and now worshipping them is a matter of course for the sergeants.

Therefore, under the command of Wang Zezhi, the camp martial arts field quickly removed all red cloths, hung white linen, and invited the mage to carry out a memorial ceremony.

On the day of worship, Wang Zezhi wore a white cloth and a linen robe, stood on the review platform and said loudly.

"Today, an altar is set up here to hold a festival to commemorate the heroic souls of the soldiers who drove out the Tartars and sprinkled their blood into the ground, and the memorial begins!"

With Wang Zeyi's order, the musicians began to play heavy hanging music, and the mages began to chant the scriptures.

The sergeants' families, relatives, friends, and comrades each set aside a place to burn incense, light candles, and burn paper money.

"We said, whoever died in battle, the living sang for the dead in battle, and now that you are dead, I will fulfill my promise."

One of the sergeants, dressed in a costume and greased and whitewashed, cried and sang there.

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When he sang, the family members who lost their relatives felt like a flood in their hearts, and they were out of control, and they all felt the same way, and they cried one after another.

Wang Zezhi listened to their heart-rending cries, and his eyes were red.

He didn't want to do this either, but war requires death, either you die or I die, and those who are soft-hearted will not live long.

The festival lasted for two days.

The next evening, as the last of the people had left, the camp was busy again.

Everyone wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes, removed the white linen cloth, and hung up the lively red cloth.

The dead can't come back, and the living have to continue.

The camp was busy, and the camp was busy.

After Wang Zezhi recruited someone to ask, he found out.

In just a few days, the outcasts in the 20 miles south of the guerrilla camp spontaneously organized a labor team.

They don't want money, they just want food, they just give them something to eat, and they're willing to work.

When they arrived at the camp, they did not leave immediately, but squatted outside the camp gate, waiting for someone to call them.

These people helped when the altar was being built in the camp, and now it was time to dismantle the altar and rearrange the wedding venue, and these people came in again to help.

The people who were called in at the door were full of joy, and the people who were not called in were full of frustration and continued to squat at the door.

Wang Zezhi did not stop this phenomenon, because it was a good phenomenon for him.

These homeless people have finally found a way to make a living on their own.

In fact, what he didn't know was that there were many families in the camp who married their daughters to the sergeants in the camp.

These people dragged their daughters to the blessings, and most of them lived with their daughters in the homes of military families.

A very small number of military families have families, and they can't accommodate so many people, so they don't take away the woman's family.

These sergeants were influenced by the "Good Words of the Rule", and they couldn't bear to see their father-in-law living in a dirt cave.

They paid out of their own pockets and used the silver and food they had earned in exchange for their military exploits to hire people to build houses.

As soon as this opening was opened, there were many people in the camp who knew how to build houses, and the sergeants often only needed to pay very little money and food to recruit seven or eight craftsmen with pure skills to start building houses.

As the saying goes, there is no harm if there is no comparison, and the eyes of other homeless people are red when they see other people's families build brand new houses.

The homeless people, who had neither daughters nor skills, began to turn their brains, took the initiative to gather at the gate of the camp, and began to look for work.

They all looked forward to the day when they would be able to take the big boat of the guerrilla camp, build a new house, and get out of the life of living in a dirt cave.

So the displaced laborers came into being.

Wang Zezhi looked at these people thoughtfully.

They weren't strong enough, but they still had brute strength.

Some people are still very flexible, so he thought about whether he could incorporate these people into the Ministry of Industry and Commerce, so he went to Wang Xian.

He came to Wang Xian's residence to get straight to the point, and directly explained that he wanted to make use of the homeless people at the gate of the camp.

Unexpectedly, Wang Xian laughed and took out a complete set of business strategies for Wang Zezhi to see.

This strategy is quite detailed in all aspects.

First of all, he planned to sell the coal from the Yuxian coal mine, which required people to carry the coal around to buy and sell.

These people are not strong, but they have some brute strength, and their brains are quite flexible, and they can be used.

First, it solves their livelihood problems, and secondly, it reduces the burden on the camp, killing two birds with one stone.

Secondly, he was waiting for another group of people, those from Datong Mansion.

It not only had to sell coal to all parts of the Ming Dynasty, but also to sell coal to the Tartars and to the Jinren.

When Wang Zezhi saw this, his eyes wandered and he continued to look.

It turned out that Wang Xian wanted to exchange coal for their war horses.

This is simply a talent, but Wang Zezhi felt that these were far from enough, he thought of something more powerful.