Zu Dashou had a nightmare last night, dreaming of 50,000 elite soldiers, besieging the city for April. Linghe City ran out of ammunition and food, and finally killed war horses and ate human flesh, turning it into a purgatory on earth. Woke him straight out of his dream. Taking advantage of the fact that the weather was still slightly cool, he sat in front of the lamp, preparing to write a superstitious letter to Sun Laoshuai.

He thought he had figured out all Yang Fan's skills, but he was still frightened. That scary plan, and that one that I've never heard of, a firearm that can be a thousand paces away, is this still a fucking firecracker? If there is such a musket, Zu Dashou can't imagine, how can this battle be fought? He felt that he seemed to be a little out of control of the situation, in case Yang Fan really used the ability to create such a firearm, it would be okay if Linghe City did not defend it.

After writing for a long time, Zu Dashou's pen was paused, and the ink melted on the paper and turned into an ink spot, and the words around it were blurred. He took the words he had written, and put them on the candle flame and burned them. made up his mind, but he still didn't plan to hand over that plan to Sun Laoshuai. This Dajin army doesn't even have a fart shadow, if it is really reported at this time, what if the family is not 50,000 at all, but 5,000? Maybe people won't come at all?

The ink-stained brush was thrown aside, and Zu Dashou walked to the camp tent with some distraught, looking at the starry sky of Jiang Xiao, a little stunned. There was another reason why he did not write this secret letter - there were traitors in the court. Yuan Chonghuan was beheaded, and there must have been traitorous ministers in the court. He didn't believe that Yuan Chonghuan would collaborate with the enemy and commit treason, otherwise, without the hard work of the children of Liaodong outside the Guan, would the Ming Dynasty still be able to survive?

This plan must not let others know that Zu Dashou was in Jinzhou early, and he sealed several of his own family members. Tossing and turning last night and never sleeping well. Now there is a commander, although Yang Fan said that he couldn't help in the war, and the feeling means that he still works to repair the city. Of course, this is just Zu Dashou's wishful thinking, thinking so about himself. He Yang Fan didn't study any civil engineering, so he knew how to repair walls. Anyway, whoever loves this matter cares, Lao Tzu doesn't mix.

He Kegang is even more interesting, with a big quilt cover, he slept until dawn. There is a general soldier in front of him, and a small commander like Yang Fan in the back, and he has a comfortable life, as if he has forgotten all about the siege of the city by 50,000 elite soldiers.

Occasionally, I heard the shouting and shouting outside the tent, as well as the voice of the conductor. They all thought that the other two were in command, and they squinted for a while. Yang Fan didn't like to get up early, so he fell asleep like this.

Several people only put on their coats and got up to pee when they reached the sunshine. As soon as they walked out of the tent, the three of them looked at me, I looked at you, and said in unison: "Why are you here?" Zu Dashou, who had been a lot sober, looked at Yang Fan, and the anger in his eyes gradually rose, which means that this job is handed over to you, why are you still asleep at this point.

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, glared back, and seemed to hear the sound of tug-of-war, so he walked out of the tent. See what's going on?

The huge scene simply stunned Yang Fan, tens of thousands of people scattered in four ends, carrying wood, moving stones, some old, experienced migrant workers, holding lime, marking the size, everyone seemed to be enthusiastically engaged in this huge city construction.

Some soldiers also took off their armor and threw it into the mud and rammed earth.

Looking at this strong military and civilian situation, Yang Fan finally understood that twenty years after the founding of New China, even such a poor life was the reason why he could survive. Our working people are really too simple. It's just that Yang Fan's heartfelt words yesterday show that these soldiers and civilians in Liao regard Linghe City as their home.

Zu Dashou and He Kegang behind Yang Fan were also stunned, is this still the group of migrant workers who dragged their tired bodies and were forced to repair the city listlessly yesterday? Zu Dashou clearly saw the smiles on everyone's faces.

"Yangzi, is this true?"

Yang Fan said: "Do you know the importance of the mobilization meeting now? He went north of the city. Along the way, the group of enthusiastic migrant workers greeted.

"Instructor, is the black land you said yesterday true? How fertile it must be, just watering can raise wheat and stomp on it. ”

Yang Fan responded: "It's true. Wait until we drive Jiannu away. When the time comes, plant corn and barley, and wait for a good harvest. Of course, he is not talking nonsense, this black land, but it is known as the "Northern Warehouse" of Greater China, which is not blown out blindly. In the past, all dynasties and dynasties put the center of grain in the Guanzhong and Huguang areas. Since ancient times, there have been lakes that are ripe for the world, which can be seen.

When the migrant worker who was working on the wood heard that it was true, he said, "Listening to the words of the adults, the small ones are all working hard." "Everyone has a longing, that kind of longing for the black land, and the Changbai Mountain ginseng, which is more expensive than gold. This kind of ** is definitely not nonsense. When Marco Polo returned to Europe with a travelogue full of gold in the East, the wave was even more agitating than Yang Fan's this time.

"Which of you is the leader?"

"Oh, it's the older ones. There are a few, the first two times to build the Great Linghe City have participated, one is born and two are ripe, yesterday I listened to what the commander said, those dog slaves, in the past, we did not violate the river water, and endured them for so many years, and now they are turning against each other, it is really a dog thing. Someone said angrily.

"The commander, the small one made his own opinion, and seeing that a few adults were still resting, he started work first. Don't be surprised. A little old man with a broken felt hat smiled.

"Reward!" Yang Fan gave a bag of rice on his body directly to the little old man, "From today on, you are the leader of the North Gate Working Group, and the construction of the city wall here will be handed over to you." ”

"Alas, thank you, Lord for the reward!" The little old man happily took the bag of rice.

The entire Linghe City was in full swing, and the logs began to be built one by one. In ancient times, except for those individual fortresses or imperial cities, most of them were framed with wood, enclosed with reed mats or wooden planks, and then poured into them with tamped mud.

The working group led by a few old craftsmen did not need Yang Fan to supervise the city repair at all. If you want to talk about the role played, it is definitely Yang Fan's words, which speak to the hearts of these people. I haven't been so diligent in whipping and oppression before, and Zu Dashou finally understood an old saying, a twisted melon is not sweet.

"Lime? Where did you get this lime? Yang Fan suddenly noticed the lime pen in the little old man's hand that was used to draw lines. My lord, you say this, there are many on the thirteen peaks. ”

"How many?"

"A lot."

Yang Fan's eyes widened, "How much is a lot?" ”

"It's all over the hills. Many went. The old man scratched his torn felt hat and replied with some lameness.

Yang Fan's eyes lit up, his thigh patted, and he said to himself: "God help me!" ”