I have a cornucopia

Chapter 95: His Majesty the Qing Emperor: Don’t come over!

Since this is Chongzhen's fate, Yang Feng has no interest in taking care of it.

Besides, Sun Chuanting has strong soldiers and horses this time, just in case he...

There should be no chance. His strong soldiers and horses means that there is not enough food to eat. The last battle in Jiaxian was ridiculed as the Battle of Shiyuan because his men really had no food, so they had to pick green persimmons. I have eaten green persimmons before. Basically, it will leave an unforgettable imprint on the soul, and even eating this food shows how hungry his elite officers and soldiers are.

As for the original history of this autumn, it was his second Battle of Jiaxian, also called the Battle of Ruzhou. He left Tongguan and Luoyang to go to Ruzhou, and faced off at Xiangcheng, Jiaxian, and Baofeng, but Li Zicheng held on, and then Sun Chuanting suffered seven days of heavy rain in the drought-stricken Henan. At the same time, the food route to the rear was cut off, and even the rear guards mutinied in Ruzhou. After searching all over Henan, there was really no food, and finally he was starving. Li Zicheng fought back, and Lao Bai was the first to run away. On the way, Gao Jie fought, but was defeated. After that, the entire army collapsed and was hunted down all the way. From Henan back to Tongguan, it can be said that all the elite troops were lost.

Then they can only defend Tongguan until Tongguan is breached.

Of course, it would be useless if he didn't encounter seven days of heavy rain. His key problem was lack of food. Li Zicheng could kill the gentry to raise food at will, but he didn't have the ability.

There is food in Henan.

But they are all in the hands of the gentry in each county.

The worse the famine, the more the latter will hide food.

There was also one in the Ming Dynasty.

While Yang Feng was working hard to farm, the Ming Dynasty followed Chongzhen's imperial edicts and returned to its original historical situation step by step. Sun Chuanting was gathering his subordinates to prepare to leave Tongguan, and Li Zicheng was in Jiaxian, Xiangcheng, Baofeng, etc. The ground was fortified in preparation for battle. Zhang Xianzhong continued to be happy in Huguang, happily slaughtering the entire family of the King of Chu. Even outside the customs, nothing changed. Huang Taiji was still seriously ill, but Yang Feng knew the outcome of Abatai. Lord Beile was blind and his face was completely rotten. Although his life was saved, the original tiger general became a cripple and was even thrown into prison by his brother in anger...

These refugees also allowed his canning industry to continue to expand.

I, Master Wang of the Qing Dynasty, am at the basement level of moral standards.

Of course, the key is that his net is large enough. After all, it is impossible to build such a giant trawl with hemp rope.

Not only cannot he be punished, he must also be rewarded.

He has the style of a British black-hearted capitalist like me.

This can be seen from the nobles in the capital. Powerful families in places like these will hide some food in their hands. After all, they have to support their families.

Moreover, if you perform well at work, you will receive bonuses according to the situation. In addition, dangerous occupations such as fishing also have bonuses.

However, Kong Youde was not punished in any way.

Requisition 200,000 shi of grain from North Korea.

Similar dragnets were used in Guangdong, and Hui'an used large trawl nets during the Hongwu period.

As his reputation spread here in Yang Feng, a steady stream of refugees came to seek refuge. After all, there was no shortage of refugees in this era.

At this time, Zhejiang had a two-boat trawl.

But the reduced version is fine.

Five-year-olds can work, eight-year-olds are the best, and twelve or thirty-year-olds are all strong laborers.

Yang Feng’s trawl net is just the optimal solution to this fishing method that has evolved over hundreds of years in modern times.

But in this era of famine, this is already the birth of Buddha among thousands of families.

No wages.

How did the gentry who passed down poems and books to their families survive in the famine?

After all, trawling is not a high-tech technology. Europe had already used it on a large scale at this time, and Japan actually had something similar.

He didn't even dare to offend the Shaanxi gentry. He only dared to inventory the property of the guards and asked the gentry to hand over the occupied property. However, he did not dare to ask the gentry to hand over the grain they had hidden in their hands. If he had used it to massacre in Tang County The ruthlessness with which Li Zicheng's family members dealt with the gentry might have saved his Ming Dynasty long ago.

Just take care of the food.

Isn’t it just relying on hidden food?

This is their lifeblood, and anyone who dares to touch them will really fight to the death.

The Qing army will definitely not go south again in a short period of time. As for the problem of no harvest in the pass, it is not difficult to solve.

Of course, it is also possible that Huang Taiji did not dare. After all, the Eight Banners Manchurian losses were too great, but the losses of Kong Youde's troops were very small. If they were forced to rebel, they would be in trouble.

But having said that, if they could really kill their whole family, then they would really hand it over, like Yang Feng did to those nobles, but Sun Chuanting definitely didn't have this ability.

But they were given clothes and treated.

The scaled-down version can also go out and bring back more than a dozen tons of sea fish.

Besides, children also have to work...

For those who fish, process, can, and even transport, if the distance is two to three hundred miles, there is no need to carry a team, just get on the cart, and within the coverage of the can, the refugees can also open up wasteland, although The harvest from land reclamation is not enough to feed them, but it is enough with canned food. The cost of canned food is not worth mentioning, because all the refugees who come have no wages...

No big deal.

But in order to treat everyone equally, no wages are paid, only bonuses for different situations.

The bastion is not suitable because the bastion can accommodate a small population, but what it needs is one that can accommodate a large population to escape the war during wartime.

This disastrous defeat and not killing him was a sign that he was a useless person.

Turg was beheaded in public display.

The standards are in accordance with Ningyuan City.

The canned industry can make money, even a lot of money. After all, Yang Feng's pricing is not low. If the price is too low, the gentry will be dissatisfied. The grain they control must also make money. This price must be acceptable to everyone. . As for the poor people who can't even afford canned food, they can come to him. The canned food is provided for free, and the money earned is mainly used to feed the army. The three thousand retinues quickly expanded to five thousand. Not only do they have high Military pay, and women selected from the refugees. The other thing is city building, and all the surrounding castles have been rebuilt.

Soon he even had a small trawl net, mainly using the net line he caught from the cornucopia, supplemented by some twine, and then loaded it on a small paddle boat for fishing offshore, while his large trawl net was used to fish more slowly. For fishing in farther seas, some processing workers are carried on board to carry out preliminary processing at sea.

For the sake of the Qing Dynasty, let’s suffer a little more in North Korea.

A castle must be able to accommodate a sufficient population, store enough supplies, have wells, and have complete defenses.

Even not just county towns, inspection towns, thousand household offices, etc., all villages must also build forts. Where there are mountains nearby, mountain cities with water sources must be built. Once a war breaks out, everyone must hide in them immediately. Large cities serve as Fortresses and military camps, when the enemy enters this area, there will be no supplies in the wild. The fortress city blocks traffic and dares to cross the field army behind and leave the city to attack.

Eventually it becomes a quagmire that traps the enemy.

When the enemy is in dire straits, complete the assembled main counterattack.

In fact, it was Li Zicheng's method to deal with Sun Chuanting, except that Yang Feng's counterattack would be stronger because of the existence of an invincible general like him, and his equipment was also better, especially he had a large number of steel tube cannons, so his artillery was extremely mobile. , and he even took out a thick-walled steel pipe with an inner diameter of 300 meters from the cornucopia, but he was really unable to cut it. Otherwise, he could have made a giant siege cannon that was dozens of miles in diameter.

In this way, time soon came to summer, during which he experienced a locust plague, a continuous spring drought, even a small earthquake, and two typhoons...

Of course, typhoons also bring long-lost rain.

There were no moths in the wheat harvest. It was just because of the spring drought that the wheat grew poorly. By modern standards, it was almost considered a dead crop.

But this era is normal.

The harvested food is definitely not enough to eat, but fortunately there are canned food and rice bought from the south. In addition, his sweet potatoes are growing rapidly, so he will eat all the sweet potato seedlings.

Her Royal Highness the Princess also eats.

Her Royal Highness the Princess is still stranded in Anton Wei. Her Majesty the Emperor seems to have forgotten his daughter. The civil and military officials of the entire court also seem to have forgotten Her Royal Highness the Princess. After all, everyone’s requirements for Yang Feng are already very low. As long as he stops causing trouble, everything will be considered as nothing. It doesn't exist anymore. What miracles, what princesses, what he dominates, just pretend that nothing exists. Just pretend that the princess is still comforting the people of Shandong, Yang Feng is still a normal soldier, and he has no miracles.

As long as I shrink my head, everything can be ignored.

On the other hand, Her Royal Highness the Princess is obviously very happy. She runs around with the Yang sisters every day, and even learns sword skills from Wang Wan and dancing from Palm Dance.

Completely in a state of disinterest.

"The princess has changed a lot. She was so graceful and dignified when she first came here, but now..." Su Dunsheng looked at the princess running wildly chasing butterflies, but in the end he couldn't think of a suitable adjective.

"This is nature. If you are like the past at this age, you are suffering. Be careful where you step, there are snakes."

Yang Feng shouted.

"Brothers, there are several businessmen from North Korea who want to see Brother Fengsheng to report important military information about Jianlu."

His younger brother Su Fusheng came over and said.

"North Korean businessmen, are there any North Korean businessmen coming here?"

Yang Feng said doubtfully.

"There are indeed some recently. They used to be in Dengzhou. However, now that North Korea has surrendered and become a captive, it is not easy to trade blatantly. But this year, due to the reputation of Brother Fengsheng, there are quite a few coming to trade. From them to this, counting this season It's still a tailwind, in fact, there are often Koreans all along the coast. Haifeng also arrested a few before, and the leader was said to be a North Korean minister who came to defect to the Ming Dynasty, but no one testified for him, so he was imprisoned. "

Su Fusheng said.

"Well, that one seems to be real. Hurry up and ask Haifeng to send it over."

Yang Feng said.

This is Lin Qingye.

A North Korean navy general who later followed Huang Fei. After Chongzhen hanged himself, he wanted to go south to Hongguang, but was captured by Ma Denghong, the commander-in-chief of Shicheng Island, and surrendered with Gungun. Gungun was handed over to Li Zhu and died in a Korean prison.

As for those North Korean businessmen...

"Bring them here!"

Yang Feng said.

Su Fusheng left quickly.

Yang Feng continued to stand in a field of sweet potato seedlings that were growing happily, directing the working refugees to turn over the seedlings. This thing must turn over the sweet potato seedlings frequently to prevent roots from affecting the harvest. There were also women in the plowed sweet potato field. Pinch the sweet potato seedlings in the dense areas. This, together with surimi and a small amount of grain, is the staple food of the refugees in summer. They have to eat it until autumn. Although they will definitely get tired of eating for a long time, they will either starve or eat this.

In fact, this combination can still guarantee nutrition, so these homeless people look much better.

When I first came here, all of them could act in horror movies. The children all had big heads and bulging bellies after eating Guanyin local food, but now they look like normal humans.

Soon Su Fusheng came over with several North Korean businessmen. They all knelt down at Yang Feng's feet in fear and saluted Master Yang...

They have to call adults.

"Get up, do you have any military information about Jianlu?"

Yang Feng said.

"Sir, can I talk to you alone?"

The first one said with a smile.

"Alone?"

Yang Fengruo looked at him with interest.

Suddenly Deputy Yang arrived in front of him. While he was startled, Yang Feng's hand was already on his head.

Then suddenly...

"I just said it was wrong. Where did the North Korean businessmen come from? They are obviously slaves."

Yang Feng said with a smile.

In his hand was a wig, with a bald head and a tuft of fur underneath.

Those who were also pretending to be businessmen rushed towards the refugees, trying to snatch the sticks in their hands...

"No rudeness."

The leader shouted.

But at the same time, a refugee turning over rice fields picked up a piece of soil ash, which happened to fall on a spy. He instinctively grabbed it, but was bitten by the soil ash snake without hesitation.

As he screamed, the refugees were already gathering and began to use sticks as spears to point outwards. The soldiers protecting the princess outside the sweet potato field also quickly gathered around. Yang Feng calmly waved his hand and looked at The leader...

"So, what exactly is your name?"

Yang Feng said.

"Little Fan Mo, a guard of the Qing Dynasty, came here at your Majesty's order to present Mr. Yang with the royal pen of my Majesty the Qing Emperor."

The latter said, holding a letter in his hands.

"So Huang Taiji can still write, isn't he about to die?"

Yang Feng said.

As he said this he took the letter.

"Your Majesty is in good health. I don't know where you heard the rumor."

Fan Mo said quickly.

"I'm not interested in seeing this either. He has no sincerity at all. No matter what he wants to talk to me about, he has to at least do it face to face. You are nothing like a bodyguard."

Yang Feng said.

"Well, Mr. Yang, if you want to meet His Majesty, I can introduce you to him."

Fan Mo said with a smile.

"Okay, that's it. I'll go to Shenyang with you, and you take me to see him."

Yang Feng said.

Fan Mo was at a loss...

"Damn it, you have no sincerity at all!"

Yang Feng said suddenly.

Then he slapped him to the ground, pulled out a piece of ashes from the sweet potato seedling, and stuffed it into Fan Mo's arms...

"Fan Mo, your name is not Fan Chengmo, right?"

Yang Feng said as if he suddenly had an idea.

How could the latter bother to answer him? Fan Chengmo, the loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty and the governor of Fujian who was killed by Geng Jingzhong, stretched his hands into his arms in horror and was still jumping around, trying to grab the ash from his arms. , but soon let out a horrified scream, and then pulled his hand out of his arms. The Tuhui was biting his wrist. He was shaking like crazy. Yang Feng quickly stepped back to prevent himself from being shaken...

This is a viper, it will rot its flesh.

"But he reminded me that we really can't let Huang Taiji pass away so peacefully."

Yang Feng admired the dance of Fan Wencheng's second son, touched his chin and said with a deep expression.

(End of this chapter)