Benxi.

Although many people were very disappointed that Yang Dagui and the Russians were building the railway together, when the recruiting station was set up, there was a long queue in front of the table, a literate scholar sat on a chair, Shi Xiaowu and more than 20 brothers were maintaining order next to him, and a few brothers not far away shouted loudly: "Liaodong has accepted workers!" The railway is going to be built in Yulun Mountain, two meals a day, regardless of men and women, young and old! Folks who are coming to sign up quickly! ”

Two meals a day, working for Yang to fight ghosts, the people of Liaoxi would definitely shake their heads in the past. But now it's different, they know very well in their hearts that they are not facing a job, but a way to live, and if they miss it, there may be no next time.

An old man was on crutches, holding an eight- or white-year-old child whose belly looked a little swollen, and the old man suddenly fell to the ground as he walked. The child immediately began to cry and pulled the corner of the old man's clothes with all his might: "Grandpa, grandpa! ”

The old man seemed to want to stand up, but he struggled a few times without success. A few people in line next to him hurriedly came over to help him up, helped him to the side of the stone and sat down. Shi Xiaowu also ran over from the side, and he glanced at the old man's face: "Uncle, are you okay?" ”

The old man was gasping for breath, and when he saw Shi Xiaowu's military uniform, he was busy and wanted to kneel down and kowtow: "Master Jun, Master Jun, you are doing well, can you take my grandson to Liaodong?" I'm kowtowing to you! ”

Of course Shi Xiaowu would not let him kneel, he was also from a bitter family, and he could understand the old man's current mood. Shi Xiaowu saw that the old man's Adam's apple was shaking up and down, the thin layer of skin on his belly was beating uncontrollably, and then a faint trace of blood came out of the old man's mouth, he was shocked, knowing that he was hungry!

At this time, as long as he gives the old man a bite to eat, not too much, a bowl of porridge, or a nest of nests to feed the old man, he can come back to life.

"Jifa! Song Jifa! Grab something to eat! ”

Song Jifa in the back hurriedly took a piece of sorghum noodles mixed with wild vegetables to make a dough cake. Shi Xiaowu crumpled the bread in his hand, stuffed a little in the old man's mouth, and then hurriedly took the kettle and poured it into him.

With that swallowing motion. The shaking of the old man's Adam's apple immediately slowed down a lot. After taking another bite, the layer of skin on his stomach stopped beating, the blood in his mouth no longer flowed out, and Shi Xiaowu let out a sigh.

He didn't dare to give the old man much more to eat. At this time, if you give the old man too much food, he will choke to death, which is known to those who have been hungry.

The old man's eyes were full of gratitude: "Thank you, Master Jun!" ”

Shi Xiaowu stood up, put the remaining bit of bread in the old man's hand, and then patted his hand: "Don't worry, the old man, the child can go." You can also go, you can take this piece of bread, save some food, there are several days of travel. ”

Two lines of tears flowed from the corners of the old man's eyes, and Shi Xiaowu shouted to the somewhat chaotic team: "Everyone line up!" We said that everyone can go, regardless of gender, young and old! Don't be in a hurry! ”

After registration. Everyone could get a piece of the kind of dough that Shi Xiaowu had just given them. The bread giver would tell them not to eat it all, because it was their ration along the way, and it might take five or six days to travel this way.

Shi Xiaowu didn't know if this team could work, and there were basically some old, weak, sick and disabled people inside. There are also men in the prime of life, but they are all sluggish. Not to mention working, my steps are unsteady when I walk. If there is no food to help, it is really a problem to go to Liaodong.

There was also a blind man in the middle of the line. This was nothing, Yang Xiaolin explained when he came, no matter who it was, as long as he was willing to come, he would accept it. According to Yang Xiaolin, there is no problem with being blind. …,

The key is that this blind man is still carrying a broken signboard, and the signboard reads: "Liu Banxian", which is somewhat out of place. And he actually has a stick holder on his back, a set of food guys is quite complete, in this war, maybe only his property has not been damaged.

Although the blind man is blind, his ears are quite clever, he was distinguishing Shi Xiaowu's voice when Shi Xiaowu saved the old man just now, and now that his steps are a little closer, the blind man immediately turned his head over: "Master Jun, do you want to count the small one for you?" ”

The blind man had an ugly smile on his face, and he probably didn't know how ugly his smile was. In normal times, Shi Xiaowu would be glad that he got a free fortune-telling opportunity, but now the blind man's appearance really made him doubt this person's morality.

Think about it, forget it, he didn't pay attention to the blind man, and continued to walk down the line to see how many people came to recruit workers, he had to immediately tell Qian Yao the approximate number he had here, and then Qian Yao would tell Yang Xiaolin, Yang Xiaolin would prepare the necessary food according to the numbers they reported, the amount was definitely not enough, everyone was hungry, don't let people starve to death.

Yang Xiaolin is already thinking of a way, just like Chen Tianhua is worried, the Russians buy things from Yang Xiaolin purely for emergencies, that is, only when their own supplies are not enough, or the cost of shipping from the mainland is too high, they will ask Yang Xiaolin to buy them.

This is destined to make Lao Maozi's business not very easy, and all that can be sold in Yulun Mountain is some accessories of the main weapons on the battlefield, such as guns and shells. There is no problem in counting on these things to boost the military industry in the base areas, and there is no problem in ensuring that the people of Liaodong can survive.

But if you want to develop and grow, and if you want the people of Liaoxi to live, these are far from enough. Yang Xiaolin knew that if he wanted to tide over the difficulties in front of him, he had to sell his main weapon, which was the kind of weapon that could determine the outcome of the battlefield.

He had already negotiated a deal with Lao Maozi for the latest grenades, and the conscienceless cannon became the favorite weapon of the Russians and Japanese. Although the attack range of this thing is short, it can just make up for the vacuum of long-range firepower and close-range combat, Lao Maozi and Little Japan are not stupid, they immediately see the value of this weapon.

Japan and Russia have actually begun to produce these two things, but their production status has not yet formed a scale, after all, it is a tedious job to build a production line for a new thing, so now Yang Xiaolin's orders are still there.

Even if the Japanese and Russians came up with it themselves, Yang Xiaolin was not afraid of running out of business, and he had already begun to improve the Madsen light machine gun to make it lighter, more stable, and more portable. And his grenade jishu, which is now leading shijie.

He likes to work on things that no one else has yet to get started.

Lao Maozi did not agree to bear part of the food for the road builders, because they said that they were also very difficult. This was an accident for Yang Xiaolin, but the east was not bright and the west was bright, and the Japanese sent him a batch from Korea.

Little Japan increased the number of light machine guns ordered, and their first army was fighting alone, and it was very difficult to supply materials, so getting replenishment from Yang Xiaolin was already their most suitable choice. Instead of transporting those bullets and shells to North Korea in boats, and then transporting them from North Korea to Heimu Weizhen's hands, it is better to buy them from Yang Xiaolin's hands.

Anyway, the grain that Yang Xiaolin wants can be scavenged from the Korean people, and little Japan is willing to do such a deal.

It's just that the lines of communication still have to be kept smooth, first of all, Yang Dagui now has no ability to support the First Army's operations, and even if he has, the Japanese don't worry about pressing the lifeblood of the First Army into the hands of this bandit. …,

Little Japan's current strategy is very simple, here they send it themselves, and that side is exchanged from Yang Xiaolin's hands, in exchange for some, they will send less, and they don't put all their hopes on Yang Dagui.

Chen Tianhua calculated that there were more than 30,000 so-called workers recruited from western Liaoning, and this was only the first batch, and there will be more in the future. After this first batch of people came, the grain that the Japanese got from Korea should also come, and the big guys should save a little, eat two meals a day, dry and thin, mix some wild vegetables in it, and boil it for two months without a problem.

He doesn't think about what will happen in two months now, Chen Tianhua is also slowly maturing, and now he looks back at the three-year development jihua he planned for Yulu Mountain when he first came, and he himself feels naïve.

That jihua is so unrealistic, but at the beginning, they really thought that this was the most haode, and they did it for a while, including the education of Liang Qichao, who was a little older, and it was also taken out by Yang Xiaolin as a model.

Now, if they are asked to reformulate a jihua, Chen Tianhua will definitely not say what I am going to do this month and what I am going to do next month.

There are too many variables, and many things are said in vain. No one can say what the situation will be in the base area in two months, the war is still going on, maybe there will be another war with Japan and Russia because of the Weishenme incident, and as soon as the population decreases, the immediate difficulties will change again.

So now they are only thinking about the problems that actually need to be solved at the moment. As for the long-term, just have a goal and a general plan.

Yang Xiaolin stood up, took out a map from behind him and spread it out on the table in front of him: "Xingtai, you see, Huinan, Liuhe, Dongfeng, these three places have been destroyed by the Japanese, if the reconstruction of the three county seats, it will cost too many materials, I plan to build a city in the middle of the three places, as our economic and political center in the future, the three county towns were built into defensive fortifications, just to protect the safety of this center." The new group of people will all be put in this new city, you can help you think of a name. ”

Chen Tianhua was nibbling on a piece of vegetable cake, and at the same time walked over and looked at the place where Yang Xiaolin's finger pointed: "It's called the Revolutionary City!" ”

Yang Xiaolin glared at him: "Zaitao is now staying in Jinzhou with 100,000 horses, as soon as my name comes out, he will immediately come over to play with me, do you believe it or not?" ”

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