The cavalry is at the head of the huge sea, originally Mao Jue thought that this fat man was born as a sailor, and his equestrian skills should not be good, otherwise why would this thing not usually ride a horse, but this time, accompanied Mao Jue to inspect the Iron Mountain, and Mao Jue's equestrianism was hit hard.

It's no wonder that a military household like him is a regular soldier, and equestrianism is also one of his basic skills, like Mao Jue before, who can't pull out a knife and can't ride a war horse, is rare, no wonder Mao Wenlong doesn't like it.

Fortunately, Mao Jue didn't have the heart to worry about these things with him at this time, he looked at the past with an inquiring face from afar, and rushed to the front with a few whips in a row.

"General, huh~ The front is not fucking used, Sixteen Miles, Zhangjiabao, and Hunhezi have all been cut clean, or let the horses gnaw it, these Tartars! It's ruthless! ”

Come on, the huge sea of a throat, the last bit of hope for Mao Jue was shattered, these three shops are in the Iron Mountain Mountain, which is remote, and I originally hoped that this place could escape a catastrophe, but I didn't expect the Jurchen Eight Banners to be like a transit locust, and there was really no grass left everywhere I went, and the 60,000 acres in the north of the county were completely lost.

There are still about 40,000 acres of land in the southern part of the Tieshan Peninsula, but here by the sea, the land is more barren than the mountain fields in the north, and the yield can reach one-third is barely enough, and the planting is mostly sorghum soybeans and millet, Mao Jue's era, the yield of millet is only three or four hundred kilograms of an acre, this era is even less, and it is even less to knock off the shell to become millet, especially to Mao Jue's headache, the vast majority of the tuntian in the south is owned by the Zhao family.

The selfishness and greed of the wealthy families in these places have also reached an uncontrollable level, these two days to call the field book, the official land of the government is only a few thousand acres, and the rest of the grain harvest is almost all owned by the two brothers Zhao Cheng, the entire Liaodong Army This kind of feudal mountain is too common, and if you want to let them take out the grain to tide over the county, it is better to go to the dog's mouth to beg for meat buns.

How to spend the second half of the year has become a real problem for Mao Jue.

"Forget it, don't fucking go."

Angrily threw the withered yellow wheat stalk at hand and threw it to the ground, Mao Jue turned over and got on the horse angrily, and pulled the reins of the horse in the direction of Tieshan City.

"Back to the city!"

More than 50 rode lightly, and returned to Tieshan City in one afternoon, at this time the slaves were retired, the houses and crops were burned, and the people under the Iron Mountain did not return, and they suffered from military disasters every year, many old people are experienced in the city, and there may be a mouthful of food here, half-dead to maintain a cheap life, if you go back to the tuntian, the weather is cold and the ground is frozen, the earth is frozen, and no one cares about you if you starve to death.

The streets are full of refugees with broken quilts and shacks, and the streets of Tieshan City are almost full, and the rich families such as Zhao and Liu in the city can give some porridge every day, plus some food sent by the guard, one meal a day, barely maintain their lives, and there are still people who are starved to death every day, in order to prevent the plague, a team of generals with cloth covered with their mouths walk through the crowd, kick them from place to place, and push them away directly on the wheelbarrow if they are hard.

The edge of life and death is so indifferent, the people next to him are a little numb, and even a father is carried away, the son just glances indifferently, and then puts his hand in a sleeve and leans against the wall and closes his eyes and squints.

Mao Jue is a little well-known, when his war horse walks on the main street, the tunhu on the side of the road consciously retreats to a road, and when his gaze is fixed, the tunhu in his sight will bow and salute.

To tell the truth, Mao Jue is not a man with a very sense of responsibility, and at one time he didn't even want to get married to escape the social responsibility of raising a family, but in such a situation, even if he was heavy-hearted, his eyes turned to the side unnaturally.

It was difficult to return to the yamen, and before he could enter the door, the sound of fierce quarrels inside had already come to the surface, and the rude voices of a group of men made Mao Jue frown.

"Young Master, you're back!"

It seems that she has been waiting at the door for a long time, Su Yi hurriedly greeted her in surprise, her little face was obviously a little panicked and frightened, and Mao Jue's face was even more gloomy.

"What's going on?"

The watery eyes glanced back, and the small steps came to Mao Jue's side, and Su Yi whispered quietly and quickly next to his ear.

"As soon as the young master left this morning, Tian Guerrilla squeezed in with his own soldiers, and it didn't take long for He Shoubei and Zhao Dusi to arrive, and Master Su was here to accompany him."

"It's okay this morning, but after noon, a few vulgar men didn't know why, so they quarreled, and the more noisy they became, the more fierce they became, and Lord Su couldn't persuade left and right there, and they all pulled out knives just now."

Speaking of this, Su Yi subconsciously glanced back again, one hand also grabbed Mao Jue's arm, and his tone became more urgent, and he hurriedly said.

"Master Su asked the maid to wait for the young master again, let the young master not go back to the house, go out and hide first, here he will deal with it, the maid has already packed up his clothes and is soft, let's go!"

Rather be a peace dog, don't be a troubled person! When she was a child, Suyi's family suffered a military disaster, and she was most afraid of these swords and soldiers, and it was really difficult for her on this day. Helplessly patted her pale little face, Mao Jue suddenly grinned, pinched her face and twisted it slightly, and stretched out her hand to pull the stunned girl behind her.

"This is Lao Tzu's yamen, what's the matter with the young master, you just follow behind, who dares to scare my family's plain clothes, Lao Tzu will split him for you!"

"Hey! Master! ”

One didn't pay attention, Mao Jue had already entered the mansion with a majestic spirit, and the huge sea on the side was also a proud smile, and he walked in, stunned for a second, and exclaimed busily, Su Yi didn't care whether he was afraid of these rough men anymore, and then hurriedly ran in.

…………

To say that the opportunities are created by themselves, this is the case with Su Changmei, he is now considered to have successfully transitioned from Shang Kexi's henchman to Mao Jue's semi-confidant, under Mao Jue's command, there is no one more proficient in human affairs than him, and he has made meritorious contributions twice in a row, and now Mao Jue has begun to give him a guard of honor in many things in the yamen, and now this shrewd old fat man is also nodding his head with a smile on his face and bun pleats.

"Yes, yes, what Lord Tian said is right! The imperial court must not let the soldiers loyal to the Ming Dynasty starve! ”

Tian Tao has been listening to this for a day, and now he doesn't buy it at all, and he really doesn't have any ink with this old fritter with a steamed bun figure, this fierce man with a leopard beard on his face and two scars on his left cheek directly slapped the knife on the table.

"Lao Tzu's subordinates are about to starve! The emperor is not short of hungry soldiers, if the hungry soldiers really make a fuss, Lao Tzu can't control it! ”

"The surname is Tian, do you dare to fucking rebel?"

The white-faced scholar Zhao Cheng hugged his arms and snorted coldly, his reckless brother Zhao Yong followed the table and blew his beard and stared, and the garrison He Mantou seemed to have been bought by the Zhao family, and he hugged his arms and sneered with the same enemy.

"The imperial court has its own laws, and we can't tolerate sand in the eyes of our generals, Zhao Ye doesn't have to be annoyed, when the time comes, whoever has his head on the ground, it's hard to say."

"He bun, you bastard!"

The same lost dog was beaten out of the defense zone like that, but this guy just refused to stand with him, and would rather go to the Zhao family as a dog to eat that little leftovers, and scolded angrily, Tian Tao roared at Su Changmei anxiously.

"When will the general come back?"

It's a pity that he still gave him that sentence, and he still smiled like a blooming bun fold, Su Changmei nodded with a smile.

"The general is coming back soon, Tian Ye, don't worry, as soon as the general comes back, the last general will tell him about your difficulties, or, how many of you will go back and wait for news first?"

Tian Tao's leopard face suddenly twitched like an angry leopard again, as if it was about to bite at any time.

But at this time, the door was slammed open, and when she turned her head, Su Changmei's old face suddenly looked like she was angry, and she pulled the elder sadly, and the white-faced scholar Zhao Cheng showed a sense of surprise, and his eyes revealed a haze. This Tian Tao was excited.

With a twisted plain dress like a little daughter-in-law, Mao Jue walked over without anyone in his eyes, sat on the handsome chair in the middle, and put one leg on the table, and then looked at it arrogantly.

"You guys are really bold, Lao Tzu is not here for a day, and you have made trouble in Lao Tzu's yamen, what? Lao Tzu has been away for a year, and you can still fucking go to heaven? ”

"General!"

Full of excitement, this Tian Tao rushed to shout out first: "The last general's camp is going to run out of food!" Everyone is a soldier of the Ming Dynasty, his surname Zhao is holding a warehouse full of grain, watching his comrades starving, the emperor is not short of hungry soldiers! The brethren have just finished fighting the Tartars on the front, and you can't afford to watch them starve! ”

"General!"

With a slapping face, Su Changmei interrupted Tian Tao suddenly, and also stepped forward to hug her fist and said hurriedly.

"You have been inspecting Iron Mountain for a long time, the road is tiring, don't be busy with official business today, let's talk about it tomorrow if we have something!"

As he spoke, his fat eyes squeezed as much as he could.

What does this Su Changmei mean, Mao Jue doesn't know the official word two mouths, after eating, he eats the next house, now he Mao Jue is a balance, there is no food in his Tian Tao camp, he wants to take out food from Zhao Cheng's hands, so Mao Jue has to support him, similarly, Zhao Cheng doesn't want to give food from vested interests to Tian Tao, the opponent, he also has to tie up Mao Jue, with Mao Jue, the general, nodding, behind him is still Mao Wenlong, a predator, even if Tian Tao's camp is starving to death, no one pays attention to him.

Then the eight immortals crossed the sea to show their magical powers, see whose silver is heavy enough, the girl who sent it is sassy enough, and what Dongzhu mink skin is bright enough, then the balance is biased towards whom, which is called eating the upper family and eating the next family, and the two are not guilty.

This is also the usual method of officialdom, when Mao Jue takes the lion's head, he Su Changmei also has a few profits in his hands.

But Mao Jue didn't come here to make a fortune, even if he got rich, he didn't dare to point to this fortune, he wanted to save his life through Iron Mountain! Then it doesn't matter what officialdom rules it is, what can make Mao Jue's strength swell, he chooses which.

"Ben is not tired, this little bit of work is not a problem!"

One sentence reprimanded Su Changmei, and then Mao Jue's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Zhao Cheng's white-faced scholarly face gloomily.

"How many tuntian fields are there in the lower railway, and how much grain is in storage?"

"General!"

The old man with dangerous eyes narrowed, but Zhao Cheng replied with a hypocritical smile on his face.

"Didn't the field book of the lower iron station be handed over to you at the end?"

"It's really only a few thousand acres ......"

Mao Jue's tone didn't seem to be just about to get some food, the number of local tuntian has always been the lifeblood of the head of the generals, and Mao Jue's hand seemed to be about to cut the life of the Zhao family, seeing that Zhao Cheng's face was gloomy and the front of the storm Su Changmei hurriedly hugged his fist and interrupted.

"General!"

But at this juncture, Wen Meng outside the door hurriedly ran in.

"General!"

"What?"

"Mao Shuai, Mao Shuai's ship still has half an hour to arrive at our Iron Mountain, and the soldiers will send a message to let us greet us!"