Villager of Daming

Chapter 1159 How much time is left to travel in the rain?

A complex situation emerged. For the four Zhu and others, they were nervous and had to face a possible war in person for the first time in their lives.

Liu Sheng, who was in charge of this place, also looked uneasy. He was unfamiliar with fighting.

Officials in Gaizhou County were worried. They never thought that this would happen suddenly. Did the conflict come so quickly?
Xu Da had a calm face, and it didn't matter that Zhao Yao participated in the politics of Beiping Province. They had fought many battles. Xu Da had followed Zhu Yuanzhang to conquer the world from the beginning, and he had seen a lot of life and death.

Xu Da is a child who grew up in a village and became a military god. What has he experienced?
The people in Xiaqiu Village are more excited. They are not afraid. The village guard is here and Hanhan gives the strategy.

Zhu Wentian chuckled, relying on his own weapons at the moment to kill the enemy suddenly.

Pre-made guns, bullets, grenades, etc. were delivered one after another, almost once every two days. Over there, there were also shipments every two days. Sometimes three groups could arrive together, but there were unexpected delays such as heavy rain on the road. .

Assault rifles, sniper rifles, submachine guns, pistols, grenades, mortars, and shooting bows and arrows, machetes, and spears, just like playing.

There is no chance of your own army being ambushed. Scouts are everywhere, and with the bonus of telescopes, the enemy must first discover your own team and then hide it somewhere.

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Under such circumstances, a group of Jurchen tribe leaders who had packed their luggage last night left together.

"Are you seeking death by traveling today?"

The leader of a nearby tribe echoed: "We are going to be drenched in the rain. How can we buy enough medicine for them to take on the road? It would be better if it rains for three days and three nights. Are we really not going to chase them?"

When the last sentence was asked, the other leaders looked at Wuerduo. Wuerduo went to find the princes and came back and said not to pursue them to avoid casualties. The weapons were the same and everyone had to fight in close quarters in the end.

I still think that people who go to the mountains to collect wild vegetables have to stay at home and can't do anything. The pigs can't eat, and the chickens and ducks are all hiding in their nests or on the shelves.

The person who ran away probably knew very well that he was taking advantage of the heavy rain and hurried as hard as he could, making it difficult for the pursuers to follow him.

As soon as the group left, the tribal leaders headed by Wu Erduo immediately knew that the movement of so many people and horses could not be concealed from others.

At the same time, I also knew that the team of the Ming princes was going deep into the Northeast. Some wanted to report the news, while others planned to go back to the tribe to gather men to see how to escape.

Finally, when it rains, some people will look at the weather. At night, they think it will rain heavily today. They talk to each other and pack their luggage.

On June 14, one day before the full moon, it started to rain heavily in the early morning.

In the past few days, they did not dare to move for fear of being chased. At the same time, they were reluctant to give up the opportunity to collect wild vegetables for exchange. They organized people to collect wild vegetables and planned to see which way would be better on the return trip.

The briquettes that have been laid before are moved under the shed when it rains, and then covered with straw mats. If there is linoleum paper, it is most convenient to use linoleum paper.

They were pro-Northern Yuan and knew that the hostile tribes had obtained weapons and were ready to attack them while they were gone.

Sure enough, it was raining. They rushed into the rain curtain and drove the horses carrying things. They slipped from time to time while walking, and the mountain road was slippery because of the mud and grass.

I suddenly turned to another location on the road, and the heavy rain covered up the traces.

The other party has no choice but to fight to survive. Who can guarantee that each of us has a knife and can beat the other party when he is fighting for his life?
"If we don't chase, from now on we will be the people of the Ming Dynasty, and we will either migrate away or stay in the original place and let the officials of the Ming Dynasty govern us.

I think it is better to ask the imperial court to send officials, good officials, to lead us to have food and clothing, and we will be familiar with this place!

Zhu Li, the head of Xiaqiu Village, told me that there are treasures everywhere here. From now on, we will follow suit and get as many good things as we want..." Wu Erduo gave others the cake drawings that the head of the village had drawn for him. Tell the leaders that it is good to grow rice here, and in Yingtian Mansion, the place where the emperor lives can be sold at a high price.

Some people like to eat silkworm cocoons and pupae. After eating the pupa shell, they can also reel silk and use it as stuffing.

Good medicinal materials, Schisandra chinensis, ginseng, deer antler, bear bile...

In addition, the pine nuts of red pine, beautiful mink skin, and precious toad oil will provide new technology in the future, increase production, sell more money, and buy more good things in department stores...

As Wuerduo spoke, everyone else looked envious. As leaders, they could enjoy things that others could not.

As long as the slaves do not starve to death, there is no hope of being fed. Most of the things obtained belong to the leader, who buys them for his own use.

There are relatively few leaders like Wu Erduo who are willing to take care of their own tribe. Even so, he does not buy good medicine for his slaves. He gives half of the medicine to his slaves. He is reluctant to part with the medicine and is afraid that the slaves will die.

At the moment, everyone is still dreaming that the slaves they own in the future can provide them with more resources, but they don't know that a village guard is going to get their slaves out.

Giving slaves to them is obviously not as good as giving them to Ming Dynasty. They control the slaves and the surplus value of the slaves belongs to them. How can that be done?

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"Let's go! A few people will die on the way. They are too anxious. They were worried the past few days. They didn't get a good rest last night. They rushed on the road in the heavy rain early in the morning. Some of their injuries have not yet healed..."

Zhao Yao, who participated in politics, gave an analysis based on his experience in marching and fighting while eating breakfast. He shook his head slightly and said, "It would be great if we could always encounter such an enemy!"

Ma Fei, the magistrate of Gaizhou County, had never fought in a war. He was curious: "Did he die from the cold?"

"They will die of exhaustion and illness, and they will resent us even more, or resent Bei Yuan. Anyway, they can't leave half of them, and they have to keep most of the supplies they carry."

Ling'er gave an answer with a sweet and confident smile, as if she meant it.

"Why?" Zhu Rui, the fifth child, cooperated very sensibly.

"Because some of the medicines they bought later and the black salt they prepared for horses had problems in them. Salt that horses can't eat is actually better. Some of the things in it can be absorbed by horses. Therefore, the black salt was not properly processed. Large grain salt is cheap.”

Ling'er still smiles so sweetly, cute and charming.

Gaizhou County officials, including Zhu Ju and his brothers, as well as Xu Da and his deputy Zhao Yao: "..."

They suddenly felt that Ling'er's smile was more scary, and it was better to smile innocently, hey hey hey, he didn't have any bad intentions.

Liu Sheng is sweating. It's hot! No, it's because when it rains and the humidity is heavy, people tend to sweat. It's a natural reaction of the body.

He looked at the fried dough sticks and milk in front of him, recalled whether he had ever offended Ling'er, and asked in a slightly weak voice: "When was the poison administered?"

"Who poisoned it? The wrong medicine was dispensed, and the salt was not inspected before it was sold. There was something wrong with our management. Now that I think about it, it's really a rip-off! Oh no!"

Ling'er's eyes widened, as if you don't want to wrong a good person.

(End of this chapter)