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"Dongning has sent more than 1,500 households and more than 8,000 people to Xibo mud, but nearly a quarter of them have not survived half a year, but those who have survived half a year have basically adapted. (If you like this book, please collect it biquge.info)" Zhuge Maple Leaf twisted his mouth and reported to Lin Zhida, the new governor of Xibo Mud. "Coupled with the more than 400 households and more than 2,000 early Han immigrants we brought from Java and other places, there are now six li, 30 bao, and nearly 6,000 jia of grain fields around Chaoyong Fort, which can not only fully meet the needs of the garrison, but also transport 10,000 stone of tax grain to Dongning every year."

"For the goods transported through Penghu, we can also exchange about 400 taels of gold sand from the surrounding indigenous sultans every year." Looking at Lin Zhida, who was silent, Zhuge Maple Ye, who couldn't figure it out, had no choice but to continue. "It's just that the population of Xibo Mud, which is still limited, has not arranged prospecting for the time being."

"This official doesn't understand the national economy and people's livelihood," Lin Zhida is the grandson of Lin Fu, the former general of Liwu Town, and he is also a disciple of Jiangmen, so it is normal to not understand agricultural affairs, but not understanding does not mean that he is ignorant. "But this official has looked along the Datian River these days and found that there is still a lot of barren land, and these should not belong to the surrounding sultans."

Zhuge Maple Ye didn't know what Lin Zhida meant, so he had to answer ignorantly: "It's not from the surrounding sultans, it's just that there is a lack of manpower now, and it has not been reclaimed for the time being." ”

"Lack of manpower is a problem, but we can't just wait for immigrants from the north to arrive." Lin Zhida has obviously thought it through. "After a while, I will trouble Lord Zhuge to draft a proclamation and pass it on, saying that the governor of Pontus encourages farming and allows each household to hold 500 acres of land in Xibo Ni."

"Five hundred acres!" Zhuge Maple Exclaimed, You Must Know That This Is Nearly Ten Times the Average Reclamation Area of Today's Households. "Are you kidding again? Not to mention that this move does not violate the laws of this domain, but do the households have the spare strength to reclaim such a large area of wasteland! ”

"We can't expect the Lord to send people to Xibo Ni every year, so we must use heavy profits to seduce Han people from all over the West." Lin Zhida was very satisfied with Zhuge Fengye's shocked appearance, in his opinion, if he didn't take the next fierce medicine, he might not be able to subdue this long historian who had been acting as the governor of Xibo Ni for some days. "But Lord Zhuge rest assured, this matter is not a private proposition of this official, it has been made clear to the Lord when he came, and the Lord has already approved it."

Hearing that Zheng Kezhang agreed, Zhuge Fengye's heart was much more settled, but he still had questions: "The land is good for people?" ”

"Staffing will be available soon." Lin Zhida uncovered the mystery. "The lord has agreed to sell a batch of western Kunlun slaves to Xibo Mud, and each household can buy less than ten Kunlun slaves, so that the problem of labor can be solved, and we may also be able to obtain some additional benefits from the sale."

Zhuge Fengye hesitated for a moment and responded: "This method is good, but if one household is enough to buy ten Kunlun slaves, wouldn't the number of Kunlun slaves exceed that of Han Min, this, this is too upside down." ”

"It doesn't matter, the lord has already predicted this, and decided to allow the Han people to hold armor in Xibo Ni to deter slave labor." Lin Zhida threw out another earth-shattering news. "In this way, the burden of the Xibo Ni garrison can also be shifted from the Zhenrong area to the expansion of the territory."

"Expanding the territory?" Zhuge Fengye's brows suddenly wrinkled into Sichuan characters. "My lord, if there is an agreement between this domain and Hongyi not to expand its territory in Borneo, Sumatra, Java, Maluku, etc., if your lord openly violates it, will not people say that this domain is untrustworthy? It's not easy for the Lord to explain it. ”

"Zhuge has been thinking too much." Lin Zhida showed a strange smile on his face. "Although the treaty between the domain and Hongyi stated that there would no longer be a prefecture in the above-mentioned areas, it was never agreed that the territory could not be expanded in areas where the prefecture had already been established." Speaking of playing with words, the Chinese who pay attention to words and words are not necessarily worse than Taixi Zhuyi, but whether they can make their opponents admit that they suffer losses depends on their strength. "I can only laugh and be generous." Zhuge Maple Leaf's eyes were straight, and before he could give a few more words of advice, he listened to Lin Zhida. "The Lord has arranged this matter"

On the reckless black soil plain, a team of knights was moving forward, and suddenly there was smoke and dust in front of them, and all the knights subconsciously held the weapons beside them, and at this time the figure of the person who came had seen it clearly, and found that it was their own family, and the knights breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that there were enemies all around, and being careful was the only way to survive.

"My lord, I have found it out, Baishangou only has a Tartar leader." Looking at the knight who came up, Gao Yizhi, who was sweating profusely (recommended by book friend manson2003), roared while driving the same sweaty crotch war horse to approach quickly. "The only ones who can fight are twenty or thirty, and the rest are old and weak women and children."

Ye Zhao, who is known as Wang Keqiang, grew a big beard, coupled with the color of the wind and dust along the way, made his appearance look much older than his actual age, and at this time, when he heard the return of the sentinel, the look on his face moved: "Have you found out how many Hanmin there are?" ”

Gao Yizhi spat on the ground: "I didn't see it clearly in the village, but there were nearly three hundred in the sorghum fields outside the city, but there were only about twenty men, and the rest must have been tortured to death by these dogs." ”

Ye Zhao took the trouble to ask carefully: "What is the situation of the garrison of the stockade?" ”

"Xu is short of men, so the guards of these Tartars are quite lax."

"My lord, let's do it." Several riders on the side surrounded them, either veterans of the Zheng army or the old troops of the three feudatories that the Zheng army had rescued from the Qing army, but no matter who they were, their hands were stained with the blood of the Manchus, or their relatives and friends died at the hands of the Manchus. "It's just a leader, twenty or thirty vests, we don't need them to have fewer manpower."

"Tartar is easy to fight, but how can this little 300 people take it away?" Ye Zhao is embarrassed by this. "It may not be necessary for us to take half of it, and leave the remaining half to fend for themselves or hand it over to the retaliating Tartars to kill."

"My lord, why bother looking ahead and backwards." Qi Wu, who had escaped from the Tartars, shouted. "If you don't save people, they will die sooner or later, and now they can take more than half of them, which is already a good life, besides, there may not be no horses in the village."

"Good boy, that's right." Ye Zhao laughed. "Then let's sum up how to do it!"

As the sun rose to the zenith, a few lazy Qing captives came out of the stockade in incomplete clothes, followed by a few Han women carrying wooden barrels, and the meal began. The Han slaves, who had been hungry all morning, came from the field weakly, this was the only opportunity of the day to eat half full, if they didn't want to die, they had to move to the rice bucket.

Of course, eating is by no means a delicate meal, the thick porridge cooked with horse feed has a strange taste, and the bean cake for one person is even more difficult for normal people to swallow, but it is such pig food, and the slaves still eat with relish, and some men are not even afraid of hot and pour the porridge directly into the throat in order to get the opportunity to drink the second bowl as much as possible.

Just as the watchful bannerman looked at the group of gobbling Hannu with contemptuous eyes, there was a sudden fluctuation in the earth. Everyone subconsciously looked up, only to see dozens of riders approaching quickly in a cloud of smoke. The banner man who had changed his color greatly did not care about the weak and powerless slaves in front of him, and rushed straight to the gate of the village as if he had been burned by fire.

But the speed of the bannermen was still too slow, and the riders who came from the dust quickly cut off two of them from the stockade, and then knocked them to the ground with just one man and a stick, and then dragged them around the stockade like dead dogs in a rope noose. The rough ground soon made the two people scream uncontrollably, and seeing this scene, the armed flag soldiers in the closed gate suddenly couldn't help but curse in unison.

"Who are you?" Lahachu, the chief of staff who climbed the wall, asked loudly in Manchu and Chinese. "If you dare to storm the flag camp, aren't you afraid that the imperial army will chase and suppress you?" Rakhachu took off the hat on his head at the knight of Lahachu, and looked at the other party combing his Han-style bun, Lahachu suddenly gasped. "You are fugitives." The knight didn't speak, but just put the two bloody corpses dragged to death by the people around him at the gate of the village, and at the same time, the knife in his hand was suddenly furious. "Bastard, Hugh 1

While speaking, the gate of the village opened, more than 20 horsemen grinned and rushed to the knights who were waiting for the battle, when they were dozens of steps away, the horses suddenly reined in the horses, turned over and dismounted, took out the bows and arrows behind them and were about to shoot, suddenly the knights had a burst of nitrate, and at the same time the thunderous sound shook the horses around the vests for a commotion.

Taking advantage of the fact that the bannermen were at a loss, the knights urged the horses to pounce on them, and at this time, the bannermen who came back to their senses suddenly found that a few of their companions had fallen, and suddenly someone shouted in Manchu: "Bird guns, they have bird guns." ”

At this time, the roar of Lahachu, who led the army out of the battle, also sounded: "What are you still doing in a daze, release the arrows, release the arrows quickly!" ”

The bannermen then shot their arrows, but the knights were moving rapidly, so only a few were unfortunately shot, and most of the bows and arrows fell into the air. Before the flagmen could shoot a second round of bows and arrows, there was another flash of fire in the knight's hands, which once again shocked the flagmen on their backs. By the time the bannermen had finally reined in their mounts, the knights had rushed forward, their swords flashing, and their heads or limbs flew up.

The banner soldiers outside the pass were better than the eight banner disciples inside the pass, and they either sacrificed their lives to the knight to drag him off the galloping war horse, or he reluctantly waved the sword in his hand

However, because the knights took the lead, so under the dumbfounded eyes of the Han slaves who were watching, the flag soldiers who attacked were quickly killed, and while the village was also shocked by this result, more than a dozen knights rushed to the village like arrows, and at the same time divided a few horses to come to the front of the Han slaves who did not dare to make a sound.

"We are here to save you, wait for those who are willing to go to follow, and those who are not willing to leave should stay." Looking at the cries coming from the stockade, the eyes of the Han slaves were full of vigilance. "Look at what, after today, there will be no place for Baishangouzi, we won't kill you, and the Tartars will kill you."

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