In the past 30 years in Liaodong, there has been a big change in a few days! The streets are full of wide-sleeved clothes, and the rich people have made a wig to wear, which has actually created a trend for future generations, and in the last years of Wanli, the most frothy and prosperous era in Liaodong seems to have returned.

And unlike the gloomy Chongzhen, Mao Jue gave full play to the energy of his young leader, since the turmoil brought about by the rise of the Jurchens after the Battle of Salhu in the 48th year of Wanli, the second great social change in Liaodong unfolded vigorously in his hands, and almost all the residents of Liaodong, no matter which clan, were included in his plan.

First of all, the last two remaining flags of the Qing Dynasty, at this time it was already snowing in August in Liaodong, although the sky was white and cool, but a white Heilongjiang land, wearing bright yellow and blue armor, wearing a sharp helmet like a cotton hat on the head, the two teams protected a large number of men, women and children, still trudging in this snow with difficulty.

The ancestors of the Jianzhou Jurchens came from this distant Siberia, and now they are also considered to have returned to their roots, and were re-exiled to Siberia by Mao Jue, the Jurchen Emperor, to fight for the new Great Liao Kingdom.

Even Mao Jue's succession ceremony did not participate, under the custody of the northernmost Acheng army, they were already the fortieth day of the trek, just when Hauge pulled out his boots that were deep in the snow, suddenly more than a dozen yellow flag scout horse cavalry in front of him ran back excitedly, shouting loudly.

"Lord Belle! Yaksa is ahead! ”

The sentinels of the Dongjiang River have been extended far north, and forts have also been built in the upper reaches of the Heilongjiang River, but now, the city of Nebuchu on the other side of the Heilongjiang River has been assigned to the new permanent border guard of the Liao State, the garrison of the Jianzhou Guard.

Looking at Mao Jue's design, the ugly sharp black cement watchtower tore through the snow and fog and came into view, Haoge couldn't help but take a final look at the south with incomparably complicated complexity, a dream in the world for twenty years! With the dream of restoring the Dajin Empire, the Eight Banners once galloped through the Central Plains, but people were not as good as heaven, and they were pushed back by the Great Liao that should have been defeated by Dajin in history.

Now the disturbances of the Central Plains have nothing to do with them, the Jianzhou Jurchens, and they have returned to the fate of the white mountains and black waters, sighing heavily, a white mist, and finally, completely retracting his nostalgic gaze, facing the exhausted and excited clansmen, Haoge waved his hand forward.

"Into the city, Zawei! Defend the frontier for Your Majesty!"

"Chirp !!"

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For these Jurchens on the border, the Dongjiang River is quite interesting, although the two castles of the garrison of more than 10,000 people were stuffed into more than 100,000 people at once, and it immediately seemed quite crowded, and some families even had to crowd more than 10 people in a one-person room, and the tattered quilt was thrown to the ground, creating a typical realistic version of the snail dwelling in this era, but the thick cement wall and the complete coal stove warm kang made the two banners of Jianzhou, which had been frozen for more than 40 days, regain some warm feeling.

It's really pitiful, the potatoes boiled in the big stove are served with sauce, sitting in front of the town general's office desk and devouring them, Hauge actually has a feeling of wanting to cry.

For the first time in his life, he felt that this thing was so fragrant.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, the remnants of the two banners of Jianzhou finally took root and escaped from the whirlpool of death, even the fierce Eight Banners couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and in the afternoon they set up a salute, and even a few Niulu riders carried bows and arrows on their backs, and set off from the city of Nebuchu and went to the vast wilderness of East Siberia.

Didn't the ancestors of the Jurchens also live like this, although the struggle for hegemony in the Central Plains has completely turned into a bubble, but don't people still have to live?

In Siberia at this time, the beasts are indeed abundant, and they are less than six or seven kilometers away from the city of Nebuchu, near a dense swamp shrub, a small group of yellow sheep came into the eyes of these newcomers, in the end, they did not lose the hunting instinct left by their ancestors, under the order of the two old cows, the hunters of the Eight Banners took bows and arrows, like a pocket, surrounded from the left and right of the yellow sheep, everyone was bubbling with jin liquid, since the war with the Dongjiang River last year, they have not eaten a decent meal of meat for a long time.

But what these flag men didn't notice was that while they were staring at their prey with all their hearts, more than a dozen pairs of eyes were looking at them from behind as they were looking at their prey.

His face was pale like that of a vampire, his face was covered by a long beard that had covered most of his cheeks, and the tattered leather jacket on his head and body emitted the stench of a beast, and the rough lead-gray barrel of the gun was raised murderously as the cat's waist advanced.

Mao Jue was not so kind, and put the Jurchens in this position far away from the Dongjiang River to recuperate, and Haoge was still unaware that the lurking killing machine had surrounded the heads of these losers from afar.

Bang ~ Bang Bang ~

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The two flags of 117,800 are just a small son of Mao Jue's Liaodong chess! This time, Mao Juebu's handwriting is unprecedented, on the snowy homeland of Liaodong, an unprecedented land replacement is unfolding in his hands, involving every family in Liaodong.

After killing a large number of aristocratic landlords in Jianzhou in the hometown of the Qing Kingdom north of Jinzhou, Mao Jue donated the vacant land to more than 800,000 Han people in Liaozhen who were crowded and trapped in the Liaodong Corridor south of Jinzhou in the form of gifts. Originally, those Han Eight Banners who had been under the rule of the Qing State in Liaodong for more than 20 years were divided into two ways under the leadership of the Dongjiang River.

All the way along the Jinzhou Yanshan Passage and into the West Liaoning Corridor to fill the gap after the departure of the original Liao townspeople. The other way is to the north, and later generations also have a large area of land between Jilin and Heilongjiang, where they have taken root.

In Liaodong, as long as you are willing to work hard, there is no shortage of your field farming!

War and famine, Liaodong's output has been reduced by two-thirds, if you want not to starve to death, if you want to survive until next year's spring ploughing, you have to be led by Mao Jue's nose. Regardless of whether they wanted it or not, every household moved according to the instructions of the Dongjiang River and went to a new place to put into construction, and within a few days, Shengjing City turned into a dead city like the Chinese New Year in later generations.

Such a large-scale remnant of all dynasties was the most difficult, and even tyranny, but when it came to Mao Jue, it was relaxed. Dongjiang is not afraid of nail households, and if he refuses to move, he will starve to death on the spot, and the government will not force it! Which literati who doesn't have long eyes crooked his mouth and nourishes his hair, well, your village doesn't need to be relocated! didn't go hungry for a few days, and in the whole village's condemnation, the mouthy scholar not only came out to apologize, but also had to praise Mao Jue's stinky feet and sing praises, saying that it was not simple, but it was unstoppable, and the crowd in Liaodong was like half of the wildebeest antelope migrating from East Africa, flowing according to Mao Jue's wishes.

This large-scale relocation is not Mao Jue's blind toss, first of all, in terms of geographical location, it has eradicated the possibility of the resurgence of the Qing State, Nurhachi to the basis of Huang Taiji's rule, has gathered for decades of alliances, the flag has been completely disrupted, scattered and mixed to a new place, the organization is completely shattered, and the Eight Banners system on which the Qing State depends is completely dissipated in the dust of history.

Moreover, the migration is still a process of Dongjiang mastering the population, and the relocated remnants arrived in a new place, and they were immediately incorporated into the Juntun Farm under the governance of the Dongjiang River, and were registered, Mao Jue gave orders in Shenyang, and the orders were enough to be conveyed to the nobodies who swept the streets in the Tashi shop, which was the power of domination.

On the other hand, it is also a great opportunity to buy the hearts of the people from the hearts of the people, and a little psychology is also involved here! If Mao Jue does not replace the population and directly distributes the local land to the local people, in fact, it will not be much better, after all, these lands have been cultivated for decades, and the clothed serfs in the Jurchen Grange can easily regard this gift as taking back what belongs to them, and feel that it is natural and righteous, and they will not be grateful to Mao Jue at all.

But if you change to such a new environment, get a new land, and start a new life, then this gift will be much stronger, and it is easy to buy people's hearts and make more people grateful to themselves.

And the most direct point is the earth-shaking construction!

In order to earn food from the Dongjiang River for the winter, hundreds of thousands of middle-aged laborers in Liaodong who were supposed to be Maodong were carrying their heads and dragging shovels, and they were in full swing into the construction of the Dongjiang River. Two railways, one from Heilongjiang, one from the Tieshan Dandong Yalu River straight to Songjinshan Customs, the dark rails like the green seedlings after the spring rain grow up and pull out.

These two iron guys are the most direct embodiment of the strength of the Dongjiang River, against the snow, Mao Jue himself is to the construction site, holding a telescope in one hand, blocking the lens with the other hand to prevent the snow from falling, looking forward deeply.

The railway from Jinzhou has now been almost through to Ningyuan, Ningyuan outside the city around a few miles, tens of thousands of young people are pushing wheelbarrows, a car of gravel temple road to pave, and then carrying the iron mountain to refine the long railroad laid on the ground to continue.

This has entered the realm of the remnants of Liaodong Town! Wu Sangui's Wuzi handsome flag and the Ming fiery Mingzi military flag were hung at the head of Ningyuan City, but they were obviously afraid, Yuan Chonghuan's Ningyuan City was very lively, but none of them went out of the city management, looking at this scene, the sinister smile on the corner of Mao Jue's mouth couldn't help but be revealed.

Looking at it this way, it should be no problem to repair to Shanhaiguan in one go! Once the Central Plains changes next year, he will be able to gather hundreds of thousands of troops in Shanhaiguan in one breath in a short period of time, I believe that in the future, whether it is Wu Sangui or Li Zicheng, in the face of the Dongjiang Army like the divine soldier descending from heaven, his face will be very exciting!

It's just that the smile staggered on his face for a few minutes, and then he took it back again, and just turned his head, a little Lori girl wearing a white fox cloak and a lot of snowflakes on her clothes was dragging Zhou Yanru, who had just been promoted to the Great Liao Honglu Temple, and she didn't know what to ask, and Zhou Yanru's face was full of embarrassment.

Chiyohime!

And you don't have to guess to know that she is asking about Yuan Chonghuan's news!

Although it can be regarded as Mao Jue's stick beating mandarin ducks! It's just that his woman is still thinking about another man, and no one is comfortable in the heart, and for Yuan Chonghuan, Mao Jue himself is not in a complicated mood? Subconsciously raised his hand, and then took it back again, and his telescope looked south again.

There was a saying in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Guanzhong is the only good minister Wang Meng! The world looks to Xie An! Nowadays, even the Dongjiang River is not the center of the political pattern of East Asia, and the eyes of everyone in the world are really in the whirlpool of the Central Plains, on the Qin army led by Yuan Chonghuan.

I don't know what Lao Yuan is doing at this time? Can it still hold up?

(End of chapter)