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Chapter 228
As the wind and snow howled, Yang Zheng took his own soldiers to inspect the training of the slaves in the various villages.

The slaves were not afraid of the severe cold and stabbed wooden spears in the snow.

Everyone has the qualifications to become a soldier, and everyone works very hard.

This also shows their desire to change their identities.

It's just that many people stood in the snow with bare feet, without even a pair of straw sandals, and the clothes on their bodies were also horrible, shiny and black, and I don't know how many generations they passed down from their ancestors.

Some people don't even have these rags, and creatively weave a grass coat out of hay.

The face was flushed from the cold, and the toes were bruised from the cold. I don't know how they survived and survived until now.

Yang Zheng himself was wearing decent mink fur and thick leather shoes, and the soldiers around him were also wearing wolf down and iron armor inside.

Standing in front of slaves, it seemed a bit different.

Yang Zheng went to check the houses of the slaves on the side of the farm again. They were low and dilapidated, and men, women and children were shivering together. Even in such a cold weather, many slaves' children didn't have much clothes on them.

The woman and the child cowered and knelt on the cold ground, not even daring to speak.

"Get up." Yang Zheng looked really uncomfortable.

After inspecting more than a dozen households, most of them are so horrible.

Although he is a slave, he is also a human being.

With a sullen face, Yang Zheng left with his soldiers. On the way, he came across several small villages in the snow, and the sound of dogs barking could be heard vaguely.

It aroused Yang Zheng's interest.

Since there was no notification in advance, more than a dozen men stood vigilantly at the entrance of the village with swords and bows.

"Who are you?" shouted a 30-year-old man with a broken leg.

"Inspection of the Qiang Mansion." The guards showed their bronze medals.

The man hurriedly bowed his hands and saluted, "I don't know that the Shangguan will arrive, but I hope to forgive my sin."

Yang Zheng said gently: "It's freezing cold, I just came here for a night."

Looking up and down at the leading man, wearing a sheep jacket, "Are you a retired soldier?"

The man immediately stood up straight, with a radiant face, "Returning to the nobleman, the subordinate was originally a sword and shield fighter of the Reebok battalion. He was disabled after chasing and killing Juqu Luoba, and was assigned here as the head of the village."

One hundred houses is one mile, which is almost the village head, and ten miles is one pavilion.

All men, women and children in the village came to watch.

Yang Zheng took a cursory look, and it was obvious that the various ethnic groups lived together, and they were waiting to return home.

But everyone has clothes to wear. Although they are thin, they are much better than slaves.

Walking into the house, it is spacious and bright, and a sense of warmth blows over us.

The chief ordered some hot wheat cakes and broth to be served, and after the soldiers tried them, Yang Zheng opened his mouth.

A bowl of hot soup warms up the whole person.

"This year's harvest is good, and there is no corvee in the Huqiang Mansion. Everyone is healthy and healthy. When they have free time, they can go hunting in the mountains and go into the water to catch fish. I didn't dare to think about it before." The head of the village is enthusiastic and talkative.

Yang Zheng nodded. Lu Zhi was in charge of governing the people and waiting for return, while the slaves were managed by Huqiang Mansion. The gap between the two sides was somewhat obvious.

Of course, the slaves and peasants in this era were miserable, and it was not easy to survive with a full meal.

"Your nobleman is tired from a long distance, so don't bother me. If you have an order, just speak up." The chief saw that Yang Zheng was not in high spirits, so he bowed his hands and said goodbye.

At night, I just feel abnormally cold.

The cold wind outside was howling, and the soldiers huddled together.

Yang Zheng was too cold to sleep.

It feels like the house is leaking everywhere.

After struggling all night, at dawn, I bid farewell to my soldiers and left.

In the past, it was a struggle for survival, fighting in chaos and killing every step.

But that stage seems to be over now.

The road to confrontation with the Sima family is bound to be long, and improving people's livelihood is also enhancing competitiveness.

And competitiveness is not only hard power, but also soft power.

The people are too poor, and sooner or later there will be problems, and fishing is destined to not go far.

After returning to the Western Capital, Yang Zheng immediately visited Lu Zhi.

After explaining his purpose, Lu Zhi took Yang Zheng to the back room.

But saw a familiar thing - Kang.

During the Qin and Han Dynasties, this thing had already appeared.

It's just that ordinary people can't afford it, and burning firewood is also a big expense, and it mostly appears in the homes of officials.

In the chaos at the end of the Han Dynasty, the Central Plains was full of turmoil, and many things were annihilated in the flames of war.

Yongliang is also the place where the flames of war are concentrated. Even if Cao Wei established the country, Shu would come to "restore the Han Dynasty" at every turn, and the Qiang and Hu rebellions would happen at every turn, and productivity would be greatly damaged.

"Having this thing is enough to keep out the cold." Yang Zheng said happily.

"Next year, I can plant some mulberry and hemp in a land that is not suitable for farming. The men can perform martial arts, and the women can weave some straw sandals and leather shoes. The Qiang Mansion can exchange grain for food. I will do it." After taking home his family, The smile on Lu Zhi's face also increased day by day.

Sima Yi's butcher knife threatened everyone.

Lu Zhi has two sons, a daughter, and a grandson who is babbling.

Yang Zheng originally wanted to arrange an idle job for his son, but was rejected.

Only [-] mu of land was opened outside the city, and the whole family cultivated it by themselves.

How could Yang Zheng disrespect such a person?
In the entire state of Wei, there are very few people who are not greedy or possessive. In the army and in the local area, they are almost bought and sold.

After Sima and his son came to power, there were some changes, but only the center of Luoyang was changed, and the place was still controlled by the powerful gentry.

The water cannot be poured in, and the needle cannot penetrate.

If Sima and his son want to sit still, they naturally have to win over them, and they are also following this path, otherwise the gentry would not support him and overthrow Cao Shuang.

"My nephew thinks it's okay to buy some silk and hemp from Guanzhong and Shuzhong."

As soon as Yang Zheng opened his mouth, Lu Zhi knew the meaning of the words, raised his eyebrows, "Shuzhong?"

Some things should be known sooner or later.

"You decide for yourself, you must hide." Lu Zhi sighed.

"Nephew knows."

Luoyang, Chang'an, Xuchang, Yecheng and other metropolises Yang Zheng couldn't take down, but the world is not limited to these big cities, especially the channels in central Sichuan, all of which are cheaper for Yang Zheng.

People from both sides are already in contact.

Suzaku Qisu has already contacted Zhao Ahqi.

Shuzhong is quite satisfied with the Hehuang horse, and there is nothing to do if it is not satisfied, it is the only one.

Salt Horse's profits are rolling in, rising every quarter.

With money, things will be easy.

Yang Zheng formed a logistics force with disabled soldiers as the backbone.

Although fighting depends on the bravery of frontline soldiers, it also depends on the ability of logistics supplies.

There are many mountains and rivers in Longyou, so you can't rely on Liu Heng to fight for your life every time, can you?
Professionals are required to build bridges and roads, transport supplies, and build camps.

After the prestige of the Huqiang Mansion was established, every government order was unimpeded, and the slaves, waiting to return, and governing the people responded positively.

Slaves have the highest enthusiasm for returning home.

However, in addition to physical strength, the logistics team also needs certain skills.

The temperament of the Qiang people is not suitable, but Hu Han is not bad.

For more than ten days, the logistics team was overcrowded.

It is undoubtedly a good job to be able to eat public food these days, and the logistics team does not have to work hard, so there are naturally many people who respond.

Six thousand Hu Han Qingzhuang were selected, and the logistics team was formed.

Yang Zheng also named the flat base camp.

Specialized in repairing bridges and roads, and various fortifications.

The first task of the Pinglei camp was to build large kangs for the major villages, separate men and women, and provide centralized heating.

Burn some cow dung hay, fill a small amount of dry firewood, enough for one night.

Straw sandals are also slowly being supplied.

Wrap up some cloth, you can deal with this cold winter.

And in the Northwest of this era, both the Qiang and Han were tolerant of bitter cold.

Those who can't survive the winter will die early.

(End of this chapter)