If you want to say what the soldiers in Liaodong envy the most, it is naturally the brothers of the Thirteen Posts of the Garrison now. Even the soldiers stationed in Linghe City were jealous of the thousands of guards on the other side of the mountain.

As far as the eye can see, Hulu Mountain, Rooster Ridge, Jinniu Cave ...... There are silos everywhere. Such a single room is the envy of one or two hundred people who sleep in a stinking barracks. In addition to the tube building, there is also a large cement factory in the most hidden place. Dozens of tall cement stoves are burning here.

In addition to burning coal, the witty Qi Dabai naturally developed a large furnace for burning black oil, casting iron and burning bricks, and it became an industrialized workshop. This place is far away from the tube building, close to the downstream water source, relatively hidden, and the upper part of the north is the big and small Ling River, and the south side echoes with the Linghe City, showing the trend of horns. Several times Jiannu tried to take this stronghold, but they were all deflated.

Qi Dabai is now a figure with a head and a face in the Thirteen Stations. Years of experience, coupled with that perseverance, have made this industrial workshop prosperous, and it has also become a good soldier. Some of them were originally registered without military service, but they were arrested to work and build cities, but now they have registered in the Thirteen Posts and established a new garrison.

"Dabai, do you see if the quality of this newly baked cement is checked?" An old craftsman held an iron spoon and placed the black-gray cement in front of Qi Dabai. The middle-aged man got up, kneaded the flour-like cement powder, nodded and said, "The particles are okay, no problem." Lao Fan, when this batch of cement is burned, the brothers will rest for a while. It's time to harvest all the potatoes and corn in the mountains. ”

They were stationed at the Thirteen Posts. It's more like the people here, except that from time to time the army of Dalinghe will come to collect cement and steel bars. As well as grain, of course. The grain was sold to them. Especially in the past half month, the faces of several officials who came to collect grain have improved a lot, and when they saw them, they all bowed their heads, and the price they gave was also much higher.

These are all promised by Yang Fan. Originally, the tens of thousands of people of these thirteen posts had already been captured by Huang Taiji and sent to Liaodong. It was a barren land, and a few families survived, and the rest moved away. Now it can be said that people are thriving. Five or six thousand guards, some of whom still live in the tube building with their families.

Qi Dabai looked up at the sky. muttered: "It's time to harvest Huguang's late rice, and I don't know what happened to those old brothers." I knew it earlier, so I wouldn't let them go back to their hometown, how good it is to live here. There is something to eat, and there is a land to plant. He scratched his head and said with some irritation. In the last few months, he also sent away the last batch of old brothers who were too old to walk, and Qi Dabai was also in a very uncomfortable mood.

Lao Fan put the iron spoon on the ground and smiled: "You are not old yet, I don't know what our old man thinks." This man. Always thinking about the fallen leaves and returning to the roots. It's comfortable, but how long can we enjoy it? Falling leaves return to the root is a hope. ”

"Then why don't you go back?" Qi Dabai glanced at Lao Fan, this older group of people who didn't want to go back. Naturally, there is the name of Lao Fan. These masters, but they are all these casting and firing masters, without them. It is impossible to have such a large-scale factory as it is now.

Lao Fan's eyes darkened, and he sat down against a stone. said slowly: "If I don't go back, there is a reason why I won't go back." Dabai, we can't forget our roots. Yang Touer gave us benefits at the beginning, so that we have the stability we have now, otherwise we would have died a long time ago. These thirteen posts are the hard work of Yang Ye. Although he is no longer here, he still has to be given a safe and secure job, one day, if Yang Fan really comes, it will be easy to make a deal here, don't you say? ”

The wind blew, Qi Dabai looked at the vista, thinking that it was time for someone to pull this batch of cement, so he nodded and said, "Yes." "One of the things he did the best thing in his life was tinkering with cement. The proportion of the formula has been improved by him a lot, and now the strength of the cement, his fire gun has tried, and it can't be worn by three meters.

Lao Fan patted his knees, pursed his lips, and said: "The most important thing, Dabai, do you remember what Yang Touer said at the beginning, you want to take us all the way to Changbai Mountain, and dig ginseng to eat." ”

Qi Dabai raised his head and smiled, and said, "Yang Tou was comforting us at that time." When I first arrived at the Thirteenth Station, how poor I was, I had no money and no food, and I had to risk killing my head to exchange the captives for food. He held his chin and was stunned, "As for this Changbai Mountain, do you know where this Changbai Mountain is?" To the east of those wild boar skins. ”

Lao Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "How can I not know." I am from Liaodong. I didn't go back because the wild boar skins were forced homeless. ”

A voice suddenly came from behind, revealing firmness in the voice, "Fight, how can you not fight, you said that you are going to go to Changbai Mountain to dig ginseng to eat, how can you not fight, you say yes?" ”

Qi Da Bai Fox went back suspiciously, squinted his eyes, and suddenly opened his eyes again, and it was difficult to even speak, he just stood up tremblingly and looked at it speechlessly. Lao Fan, who was still in a daze on the side, also looked over, and as soon as the iron spoon in his hand fell, he fell to the ground with a clatter, and said tremblingly: "Yang ...... Yang Touer...... You're back? ”

Yang Fan stood on the top of the mountain and said with a smile: "Old Fan, Qi Dabai, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Lao Fan was just about to kneel down, but he was supported by Yang Fan, "Yang ...... It's really you, Boss! It's really you! He wiped his eyes, tears in the corners of his eyes.

"I'm really sorry, I haven't come to see you for so long, can you still get by."

"Good, good. All is well. Lao Fan held Yang Fan's hand tightly, "We old bones, thanks to you, are really ...... Is...... Dabai, don't call the big guy to come over quickly. Slaughter a few sheep tonight and celebrate! ”

Qi Dabai smiled and said, "Yang Tou'er, you come back, we finally have hope." You wait, I'll let everyone come. For a while, the good news that Yang Fan had come back spread all over the mountains, and everyone rushed over. Yang Fan stood on the top of the mountain, saw the crowd coming one after another, and said to Gamble Jiu: "Jiu'er, see it." ”

"See, a lot of people." Gamble Jiu smiled and said, "It seems that Yang Ye, your reputation here is much louder than that of Jingshi." After so many years, I am still remembered. ”

"Alright. Wait for the mutton soup in the evening. Yang Fan smiled. (To be continued.) )