The little fat man does have some money in his hand now, and the money from selling land and cattle plus the food stamps brought out from home makes a total of 5,000 catties of food stamps.

In addition, he provided a mule of his own for the convoy, and only needed to pay a small amount of money to buy a large cart, so he was actually one of the wealthier members of the convoy, and should have the money to buy a good gun.

But the little fat man still only went to the blacksmith to fight a three-eyed gun, and then went to buy some gunpowder and lead, and spent less than a hundred pounds of food stamps in total.

In Zhang Qiang's view, this kind of behavior inevitably seems a bit picky.

If you want a musket, do you have to pay for one yourself?

"Because money has other uses." The little fat man, who was called a bun by his companions, replied: "When I arrive in a new village, I want to buy a big house, and I have asked, and a house with a yard in Liaodong will almost go out according to this money." ”

"There are also seed grain and rations for the first year, although the land is divided, but I sold the cattle, and when I get to the place, I have to buy cattle and farm tools, which is another big sum."

"Of the fifty acres of land, only twenty acres are cooked land, and the rest has to be cleared, and I can't do it alone, so I have to ask the agricultural company to send slave laborers to help."

"And ......." The cheeky little fat man blushed rarely: "I still want to buy a mother-in-law." ”

"It costs money, and I don't want to be in debt, so I can only save some money."

"Buns, you're really picky." Another young man from the same company said loudly: "I'm not afraid of debts, I went directly to the bank to bring the money and bought this thing!" ”

The young man triumphantly patted the arquebus on his shoulder:

"It cost me a whole 500 catties of food stamps! I think it's worth it! With this, I might be able to cut off a Tartar's head! ”

"Well, the militia will directly record a merit by cutting off a Tartar head." Zhang Qiang said: "Merit can also be exchanged for cattle, fields and big houses, and you can also be an official." ”

This is also the reason why Zhang Qiang chose to retire - getting credit in the field army is no longer a simple record of first-level merit, it is much more complicated.

And going to the recruit camp to bring new recruits, although there is also merit, but the acquisition speed is very slow, basically it is to boil the qualifications, Zhang Qiang is almost forty years old, and if he wants to make achievements, it is far less fast than being a front-line militia.

"And, as long as you have a gun, you can earn whatever you want with a gun."

Zhang Qiang continued:

"For example, a mother-in-law, you can grab a Tartar mother-in-law, or you have the opportunity to grab a Goryeo maid."

"You said that you can't cultivate fifty acres of land by yourself, and if you have a gun, you can't catch a slave and let him farm with you, then fifty acres will be no problem, maybe you can open up a little more wasteland."

There were slaves in Qi Province, and there were quite a few of them.

However, these slaves were all official slaves under the jurisdiction of the Governor's Office, mainly miners in various mines and serfs used by agricultural companies.

Then there are the women who serve people, and these are allowed to be purchased by private individuals.

But whether it is a Tartar woman or a Goryeo maid, generally speaking, marrying a Han is not considered a slave, so there are still no slaves in private individuals.

This time in Liaodong, in order to boost the people's fighting spirit, the Governor's Office liberalized the slave policy.

That is, if the militia participating in the war captures more than three prisoners, they can choose one to stay as their own slave.

In Liaodong, where there is a shortage of labor, private slaves will be a more important property than cattle and horses, so everyone is very excited, such as Zhang Qiang, who is more confident in his own bravery, and even looks forward to fighting, so he can catch a few more slaves.

Of course, there are also people who don't think so, such as the little fat man in front of him.

"Our army is so strong, where is the use of our going to war."

Little Fat Man says:

"Besides, that Tartar is so fierce, can you work obediently if you are caught?"

"If you don't obey, you will be beaten, I don't believe that there are people who are beaten and unconvinced."

Zhang Qiang said disdainfully:

"You haven't seen it, I've fought with the Tartar many times, in fact, the Tartar is ...... like that."

"There is a !! of Tartars"

Before he finished speaking, a young man standing on the top of the cart as a lookout post suddenly shouted: "There are Tartars! The Tartars are coming! ”

Zhang Qiang ignored the stunned buns, deftly climbed to the top of the cart, stood beside the young man, and looked in the northeast direction of the convoy.

There was already a cloud of dust raised there, and there was no doubt that it was a squad of cavalry.

Zhang Qiang's experience taught him that if it were the Qi army, they would not rush straight at the convoy like this - the Qi army did not have many horses, and all the riders were very stingy with horsepower, and they usually did not accelerate until the charging distance.

So it is indeed a Tartar that comes.

"It's fucking here!"

Zhang Qiang turned around and shouted at the panicked convoy:

"Don't panic! Align the carts! Put the guard down! The woman with the gun got into the car and listened to my command to get ready to fire! Men get ready! ”

The convoy had undergone several training sessions to deal with surprise attacks before departing, so the migrants, although a little flustered at first, were still trying to form a defensive formation according to the process.

The three caravans looked at each other and formed a triangle to protect everyone in this makeshift formation.

Fifteen women with muskets got on the bus, opened the rifle on the side of the car, and pointed the muskets outside.

The men with the three-eyed guns climbed onto the roof of the car, and a row of baffles was erected on the roof, and the men stood behind it, as if defending a small wall.

In the space between the caravans were several men armed with spears and shields, shields in front and spears in the back.

The main force with arquebuses, under the leadership of the village head Zhang Qiang, formed a mobile force, ready to rescue dangerous places at any time.

The children who had no fighting ability hid in the carriages, and the old men and unarmed women took care of the livestock in the middle of the formation, so that they would not run around and disrupt the formation.

In a quarter of an hour, the convoy of migrants quickly turned into a small fortress.

Zhang Qiang, holding a flintlock pistol that he regarded as a treasure in one hand and a waist knife in the other, walked around the car formation, and shouted loudly while checking the defense situation everywhere:

"Don't be afraid, the Tartars are actually very weak, and they can't do anything about us!"

"If you are afraid, they will have a chance to come in, and our lives will not be guaranteed, and the girls and children will be snatched away!"

"If we hold on, it won't be long before we rob them!"

"Kill all their men and snatch their mothers-in-law! Let their mother-in-law give us a baby! Take their land! Take their livestock! ”

The convoy responded to Zhang Qiang's roar with silence - the Han people were not in the habit of robbing the enemy civilians for the time being.

"Brothers, I have repelled the Tartars, today I invite you to eat a big pot of stew!"

This phrase served a better purpose.

The little fat man suddenly asked, "Brother Qiang, where did we get the meat?" ”

"Lao Tzu will buy you pickled whale meat with military salaries!"

"Okay!"

The convoy militia cheered together.