They said they were going home, but now they don't have a home, they are still on the road, and it is said that they will be there in 20 miles, and there is no big road below, all small roads. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info a young person from the immigration hall took them, Peng Bohai followed closely, and a large number of men held bags in their hands and carried luggage. The family members crouched on the side of the road, looking at the luggage, watching the group of men disappear from view step by step. As far as the eye can see, there are only green meadows everywhere, swamps everywhere. The family members were not excited, on the contrary, they were a little worried, a little scared, and there were still a few men left here to guard, each holding a wooden stick in his hand, looking around vigilantly.

In the meadow, instead of a hare coming out and a startling bird flew up, people saw that the bird still had a fish in its mouth. Ah, there were fish in the water, and people began to get excited, and several young people rolled up their sleeves and rolled up their trouser legs one by one, despite the cold water. Ran to the water's edge, oops, no, the foot sank in, just at this time Peng Zhongyu arrived and immediately pulled out the cousin who was trapped. The crowd was silent again, no longer thinking about the fish.

It was getting dark, and people didn't wait for any news of going there to divide the land. Bonfires are lit around and people sit in a circle and talk about the good and bad of the place.

Peng Zhongyu sat not far from the fire, looking at the crackling sound of wood, listening to the discussion, and the sound of insects in the grass sounded in his ears. There were few stars in the sky, and the moon hung low in the eastern sky. His mind was blank, whether he should farm or go to the army, thinking about it, and falling asleep.

The next day, when the sky was bright, someone had already made breakfast, and after Peng Zhongyu had eaten, he trained himself according to the teachings Du Fei gave him. Standing, walking in unison, walking in steps, he practiced nervously alone, and no one paid attention to him on the side, everyone was used to it.

Before he finished practicing, the group of people who had gone to measure the ground came back. The crowd became lively, and the person in the immigration hall was holding a piece of paper in his hand, and what things were needed for the statistics of each family, horses, oxen, iron plows, etc., Peng Bohai accompanied and introduced. The young man from the immigration hall was jotting down something on a piece of paper with a charcoal block. At this time, I could hear the crackling sound next to me, and a thick voice was shouting and scolding: "Everyone is gone, you are still practicing, what are you practicing, are you really going to be a soldier." Our family has so much land now, if you go to be a soldier, you will exhaust me to death. ”

Peng Bohai frowned, he heard that it was his eldest brother's voice, no need to ask, it was the kid Peng Zhongyu who was beating. Everyone turned their heads and saw Peng Daniu holding a wooden stick in his hand, beating Peng Zhongyu. Peng Zhongyu stood there motionless, tears in his eyes.

Peng Bohai was just about to go over, when the person from the immigration hall put charcoal and paper on the ground and ran towards Peng Daniu. grabbed the stick and said: "Big brother, why are you beating children, it's not a bad thing to be a soldier, and besides, I'll count who wants to be a soldier later." ”

Peng Daniu was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do, Peng Bohai also ran over, and everyone gathered around him. The person from the immigration hall said: "In this way, I will tell you the policy here, if you cultivate the wasteland by yourself, you have to pay taxes, and you will pay one-thirtieth of the grain collected every year, but if there are soldiers in the family, there are 20 hectares of Yongye land, and Yongye Tian is exempt. ”

Everyone was talking, and Peng Bohai said: "My nephew is only 15 years old this year, can he be a soldier?" ”

"Oh, I'm only 15 years old, I'm too young, but it's okay to start militia training now."

Peng Bohai then asked, "What is a militia?" ”

"The militia is a reserve soldier, and they also enjoy some preferential treatment, and the Pingzhou government will also issue a lot of things to the militia, such as horses, cattle, etc. Those who have to undergo basic training during the off-season can directly participate in the war when they become soldiers in the future. ”

Peng Bohai said: "There are cows and horses, so isn't everyone going to be a militia?" ”

"We also have a lot of requirements. When the time comes, I will tell you one by one, and you can count them, and I will distribute cattle and horses to you. ”

Peng Bohai nodded again and again: "Okay, good, I will try my best to count as soon as possible." ”

The people in the immigration hall left after they were busy, and everyone rested here first.

Two days later, the immigration officer came here with herdsmen, drove horses and cattle, and handed over some horses and cattle to Peng Bohai, some of which were borrowed from Pingzhou Prefecture, and some of which were sent as militiamen's homes. Although there are many Peng family members, there are only about 15 who can meet the requirements of the militia. But it was always a pleasure to give them, especially horses and cows, which were not very large and looked very athletic, and some spears, sabers, and saddle stirrups were given to the militia.

Peng Da Niu Le blossomed, his son is not very old, because of the militia here, he is the leader, not for anything else, others don't know as much as he does, he is now also known as the squad leader, and he actually has a salary, which is distributed by Pingzhou Mansion.

The people of the Peng family drove the cattle and horses, and the cattle and horses carried all kinds of luggage to their new Pengjia Village, a newly built village consisting of tents, grass huts, and began to reclaim the wasteland.