Armed with scythes and axes, the soldiers were in full swing cutting and cutting grass in the wasteland, removing the branches and leaves of the thicker trees, and dragging them to the rear, ready to be transported to the county as good timber. The rest of the grass and trees, as well as the branches and leaves cut down from the good timber, were piled up on the seventy or eighty pace-wide wasteland under his responsibility, ready to be burned for the purpose of burning.

After a long period of training under Li Yanzhao, the division of labor and cooperation, the work mode of each performing its own duties has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The commanders of each clan divided their soldiers into separate groups, and each was responsible for a task. Those who are issued with axes are responsible for cutting down trees and branches, and those who are issued with sickles are responsible for dealing with weeds and shrubs. Those who do not have tools are responsible for transporting good materials.

Each person has his own job, but it is also quite efficient. Seeing that the sun was getting higher and higher, everything had already advanced for nearly two miles. Because the soldiers are all trying to compete for a high level, the gap between them is not large, and even if there is a difference between the front and back, it is only a dozen steps.

Just as the soldiers were energetically cutting down trees and cultivating the wasteland, from the direction of Ganjiazhuang, a team of displaced people carrying axes, hoes, shovels and pickaxes and other farm tools came out.

Those displaced people turned to Ganjiazhuang and walked to the end of the wasteland to take a closer look, and there were already soldiers cutting wood and grass on the wasteland. And it seems that these soldiers wearing leather armor and wielding axes and sickles are all full of energy, which can't help but amaze these homeless people.

On the way to Liangzhou, they were also taken care of by the sergeants and soldiers. When they arrived in the county, thanks to the many cares of the officials in the county government, they not only have a temporary place to live, but the county government has allocated enough food for them to eat.

The county officials also told them that since they had missed the spring farming season this year, they were asked to cultivate the land first and then plant corn. This year, the county government exempted them from taxes. Everyone couldn't help but feel excited. The officials of Liangzhou are the masters of the people, and they can be called models among officials.

Not only that, but now in front of them, the county government even sent county soldiers to assist them in reclaiming the famine, which moved them to be speechless for a while, and they simply didn't know what to say to thank the county magistrate.

The displaced people looked at the county government official who organized them to come to reclaim the wasteland. In the blink of an eye, the homeless people had already hulala and knelt down in a large area, so shocked that the little official was at a loss, and he didn't know what to do.

"The county magistrates are concerned about us and other displaced people, first allocating relief food, and now sending sergeants to help us and others to reclaim the famine. Such a great grace of life is unforgettable! ”

Seeing this, the little official hurriedly stepped forward to help the elder who was speaking, and said in a deep voice: "The county magistrates are concerned about you and others, and I hope that you will be exiled here, so that you can have enough food and clothing, and live and work in peace and contentment. Please keep in mind the kindness of the ruler and the county, take care of your own livelihood well, and do not go astray and disappoint the governor. ”

The homeless people got up, nodded their heads in agreement, and then turned their heads to look at the soldiers in the wasteland, and sighed for a while, praising them.

The little official walked for a while with the hundreds of displaced people, and when he reached the edge of the wasteland, he saw several soldiers working together to lift the trunk of a tree with a thick bowl mouth and removed branches and leaves to the edge of the wasteland and lay it down. The little official hurriedly took a few steps forward and asked, "Who is the Shangguan?" Why not here? ”

The soldiers carrying the trunk of the tree, seeing the majesty between the words of the green-robed little official, didn't want to pay attention. However, after thinking about it, if the little official went back to make a small report, talking about the collective reclamation of the soldiers, but the commander was nowhere to be found, this effect was not good after all, so he still glanced at the little official, and then raised his hand to the direction of the reclamation team, and snorted coldly: "The head of my department is General Li Bairen, and he is also in front, mowing the grass with everyone!" ”

The little official originally thought that the chief officer of these soldiers had not come to participate in this reclamation operation, and he would not even stand by to supervise it, so he was secretly dissatisfied in his heart. Thinking that even Fujun's own sons and nephews are now busy working in the fields. It is hateful that a petty officer in this army dares to despise his superiors like this.

However, when he heard the soldier say that a hundred people would also mow grass in the wasteland, the little official couldn't help but be slightly stunned. In his impression, these officers and lieutenants in the army are all arrogant and arrogant. Now, this hundred-man general, who commanded hundreds of people, went down to the ground to mow the grass himself, and he could not help but be amazed in his heart, so he told the homeless people to wait in the same place, and the little official himself lifted the hem of his robe slightly, and walked to the soldiers who were busy in the wasteland.

Li Yanzhao was holding a sickle in his right hand, and he was grasping a handful of weeds in his left hand, and the sickle in his right hand was on the edge of those weeds, and he pulled it hard from the tip of the knife to the handle of the knife, and a large handful of weeds had been cut off by the waist.

He grabbed the weeds one by one, and cut them vigorously, and suddenly he heard that behind him, a soldier rushed to him and said: "A hundred generals, just now we are waiting to transport wood, a green-robed Xiao Shi asked about the whereabouts of a hundred people, and I told the truth, saying that a hundred people will mow grass here, and Xiao Shi came here." It is estimated that he is looking for a hundred people. ”

When Li Yanzhao heard this, he put down the sickle, wiped a handful of sweat with his right hand full of dust, wiped a big face, and then lifted the sickle, turned to the little official and said, "I know, you go and continue to work." Watching the soldier leave, Li Yanzhao took the sickle and walked towards the little official who came in the distance.

The little officer saw a young man dressed in leather armor, carrying a sickle, sweaty face, and black and white, like an ordinary soldier, walking towards him, and he couldn't believe that this was the hundred generals of this soldier. Therefore, he looked at Li Yanzhao in a daze, looking a little hesitant.

Li Yanzhao strode forward, pinned the sickle to the belt around his waist at will, and then hugged his fist at the little official, and said with a hearty smile: "Li was assigned by the military master to lead the soldiers of the institute to reclaim the famine. ”

The little official hurriedly waved his hand: "I don't dare to see the teaching, it's just that the county government organized the homeless people to come here to reclaim the famine, but I didn't expect that Li Bairen would already lead the soldiers to come here to assist first. ”

Li Yanzhao heard what the little official said, but there was an imperceptible look of embarrassment on his face. As mentioned before, the soldiers were asked to start a competition, but now that they have demarcated the scope that they must be cleaned up, what can those homeless people do?

After thinking about it, Li Yanzhao said: "Today, our arrangements have been completed, and the areas in charge of each ministry have been demarcated. What do you think if you let the displaced people set fire to the grass and trees behind them and burn the waste and accumulate fertilizer first? ”

When clearing the wasteland, cutting trees and cutting grass, and carrying good timber are all heavy physical work, and the grass and trees piled up by the soldiers who follow behind and point to the vanity can be called easy work. So the little official's perception of Li Yanzhao himself changed greatly, and he said with a smile on his face: "It's so natural." It's just that if the 100 people under their command are not able to catch it, they still hope to call us and wait for it. ”

"That's nature, so I'm going to ask you to organize the homeless people to burn the wasteland, and we'll continue to cut down and mow the grass." After saying that, Li Yanzhao turned around with a smile and returned to his team.

The soldiers had already cut down and cut the rear and set fire to the piles of grass and trees that had been piled up, so as to make fertilizer for the reclamation behind, and this kind of work was by no means easy because of the vast area of the reclamation. However, with the agreement between Li Yanzhao and the small officials of the county government, hundreds of displaced people to carry out this work must not be called heavy.

Looking at the soldiers who were struggling to cut down and mow the grass in front of them, the displaced people were already happy and satisfied, so they took the fire folds and lit the torches and other things, and then entered the wasteland and walked towards the grass and trees. For a time, on this uninhabited wasteland, fireworks were lit everywhere. The homeless people looked at the wisps of fireworks burning in the wilderness, and their eyes were full of hope.

Everyone worked together until the middle of the day. The burning of the displaced people is almost complete. The weeds and trees that had been cleared by the soldiers had been burned clean. The ashes of the burned plants and trees are fluttering in the air in the wind. Although the soldiers were still struggling to reclaim the wasteland, as the grass and trees were turned to ashes in the flames, the homeless people were also idle.

Li Yanzhao saw that on the wasteland behind him, many piles of grass and trees had been burned out. Just as he was about to urge the soldiers to continue to move forward, he faintly gathered from the rear among the restless crowds of displaced people, and a soft voice of a woman came out:

Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart. Even if I don't go, Zining won't make a sound?

Qingqingzi Pei, I think about it. Even if I don't go, Zining won't come?

Picky and embarrassed, in the city. Not seen for a day, like March.

This song is melodious and long, and the singer's skill is extraordinary. In the poem "National Style", the feelings of women's longing contained in it are vividly expressed. For a while, the Guangwu soldiers who were originally holding swords and axes and trying their best to reclaim the wasteland slowed down their movements one after another. Everyone pricked up their ears and captured the fluttering song with their hearts.

At the end of the song, the soldiers were still unsatisfied, and many people looked back, trying to catch a glimpse of the singer. However, after watching it for a long time, I didn't see clearly which little lady in the homeless group was singing. So everyone had an unfinished expression on their faces.

Li Yanzhao saw the expressions of many of his subordinates, and he already knew it in his heart, he straightened up and bent his waist to mow the grass, and stretched his body with the sickle in his right hand. In his ears, there was the whisper of two soldiers not far away.

"The one who sang just now must be the little lady Su among the homeless people. When I crossed the river last month, I brought back this wave of hundreds of homeless people, and Su Xiaoniang was among them, and it is said that she is still the daughter of an official eunuch. One rider said to the other, not without a smile.

"This little lady Su sings so beautifully, she must also be a rare wonderful person." Another horseman heard about his companion's ostentation. In the look, there is no lack of yearning.

Su Little Lady...... Li Yanzhao heard the whispers of the two subordinates, and looked at the lively people behind him with a slightly thoughtful expression.