Ming Zhengzhi, I am Zheng Kezang

"According to Dongning, more than 400 people from more than [-] households have been sent to Xiboni, but nearly a quarter of them have not survived half a year, but those who have survived half a year have basically adapted." Zhuge Fengye reported to Lin Zhida, the new governor of Xibo mud. "Combined with the more than [-] households and more than [-] early Han immigrants we introduced from Java and other places, there are now six miles around Chaoyongbao, [-] Bao, and nearly [-] Jia of grain fields, calculated on the basis of one mu. Collecting four buckets can not only fully meet the needs of the garrison, but also transport [-] shi of tax and grain to Dongning every year."

"With the goods transported through Penghu, we can exchange about 400 taels of gold sand from the surrounding native Sudans every year." Looking at the calm Lin Zhida, the confused Zhuge Fengye had to continue. "It's just that the population of Xibo Ni is still limited, so there is no arrangement for prospecting for the time being."

"I don't understand the national economy and the people's livelihood." Lin Zhida is the grandson of Lin Fu, the former town general of Liwu Town, and he can be regarded as a descendant of the general. Therefore, it is normal to not understand farming, but not knowing does not mean that he is ignorant. "However, I have been looking along the Datian River these days and found that there are still a lot of barren land. These should not belong to the surrounding Sudan."

Zhuge Fengye didn't know the meaning of Lin Zhida's words, so he could only reply ignorantly: "It's not from the surrounding Sudans, it's just that there is a shortage of manpower, and they haven't been cultivated for the time being."

"Insufficient manpower is a problem, but we can't just wait for immigrants from the north to arrive." Lin Zhida obviously had thought carefully. "After a while, I will trouble Lord Zhuge to draft a circular to pass on, saying that the governor encourages farming and allows each household registered in Xibo Niluo to hold [-] acres of land."

"Five hundred acres!" Zhuge Fengye exclaimed, it must be known that this is nearly ten times the average cultivated area of ​​each household today. "My lord, are you kidding me again? Not to mention that this move is not against the law of the domain, but do the households have the spare energy to reclaim such a large area of ​​wasteland!"

"We can't expect the Lord to send people to Xiboni every year, so we have to use huge profits to seduce Han people from all over the West." Lin Zhida was very satisfied with Zhuge Fengye's shocked appearance. It has been a while since he was able to tame the chief historian who acted as the acting governor of Xibo Ni. "However, Lord Zhuge, don't worry, this matter is not my private opinion. I have already reported it to the Lord when I came here, and the Lord has already approved it."

Hearing that Zheng Kezang agreed, Zhuge Fengye felt much more at ease, but he still had doubts: "Is the land easy to divide and manpower?"

"Manpower will be available soon." Lin Zhida revealed the mystery. "The lord has agreed to sell a batch of western-species Kunlun slaves to Xiboni. Each household can buy less than ten Kunlun slaves. This will solve the problem of labor, and we may also get some extra from the sale. Interests."

Zhuge Fengye hesitated for a moment and responded: "This method is good, but if one family can buy ten Kunlun slaves, wouldn't the number of Kunlun slaves exceed that of the Han people? This, this is too much."

"It doesn't matter, the lord has predicted this long ago, and decided to allow the Han people to wear armor in Xiboni to deter the slave labor." Lin Zhida threw out another earth-shattering news. "In this way, the burden of the Xiboni garrison can also shift from Zhen Rong to expanding the territory."

"Expand the territory?" Zhuge Fengye frowned suddenly into the word Chuan. "My lord, there is an agreement between this domain and Hongyi not to expand the territories in Borneo, Sumatra, Java, and Maluku. If my lord violates it openly, wouldn't it mean that people will not believe what the domain says? It’s not easy to explain over there.”

"Zhuge Changshi is too worried." Lin Zhida showed a strange smile on his face. "Although the treaty between Benfan and Hongyi stated that the Dudu Mansion will no longer be set up in the above-mentioned areas, it has never been stipulated that the territory cannot be expanded in the area where the Dudu Mansion has already been established." The Chinese are not necessarily inferior to the barbarians of Thailand and the West, but whether they can make their opponents feel that they are at a disadvantage depends on their strength. "Binding your hands and feet can only make you laugh and be generous." Zhuge Fengye's eyes were straightened, and before a few more words of advice, he listened to Lin Zhida. "This matter was arranged by the Lord"

On the vast black soil plain, a group of knights was walking forward. Suddenly, smoke and dust rose in front of them. All the knights subconsciously held the weapons beside them. Only then did the knights breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that in a place surrounded by enemies, being careful is the only way to survive.

"My lord, I have found out that there is only one leader in Baishangouzi, the Tartar." Gao Yizhi (recommended by friend manson 2003), who was sweating profusely as he watched the knights approaching him, yelled while pushing his sweaty crotch The dismounted horse quickly approached. "The only ones who can fight are No. 30, and the rest are old and weak women and children."

Ye Zhao, whose alias is Wang* Keqiang, has a big beard, and the dusty look along the way makes him look much older than his actual age. His expression changed: "Have you found out how many Han people there are?"

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

Ye Zhao asked carefully, "What's the situation of the village's defense?"

"Maybe there are not enough men, so the guards of these Tartars are quite lax."

"My lord, do it." A few riders surrounded them. They were either Zheng Jun's veterans or the old San Francisco tribe that Zheng Jun rescued from the Qing army, but no matter who they were, they all had blood stains in their hands. Blood, or the death of relatives and friends at the hands of the Manchus. "It's just a collar and two No. 30 vests. We don't need them less manpower."

"Tartars are easy to fight, but how do you take away these three hundred people?" Ye Zhao was troubled by this. "It's not necessarily that we take half of them away, and the remaining half may be left to fend for themselves or handed over to the returning Tartars to kill."

"My lord, why bother to look forward and backward." Qi Wu, who narrowly escaped from the Tartars, yelled. "If you don't save people, they will die sooner or later. 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, this reminder is right." Ye Zhao laughed. "Then let's figure out how to do it!"

The sun gradually rose to the zenith, and a few lazy Qing captives came out of the stockade in partial armor, followed by a few Han women carrying wooden buckets, and the meal was ready.The Han slaves who had been starving all morning came over weakly from the fields. This was the only chance 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 an exquisite meal. The thick porridge cooked with horse feed has a strange smell. As for the bean cake per person, it is even more difficult for normal people to swallow. But it is such pig food, and the slaves They still ate with gusto, and some men even poured the porridge down their throats without being afraid of being hot, so as to get the chance to drink a second bowl as much as possible.

Just as the surveillance bannerman looked at the group of wolf-hungry slaves with contempt, a sudden wave came from the ground.Everyone looked up subconsciously, and saw dozens of riders approaching quickly in a cloud of smoke.The color-changing banner man ignored the weak and weak slaves in front of him, and rushed towards the gate of the village as if he had been scorched by fire.

But the speed of these bannermen was still too slow, and the riders who came from the dust quickly separated two of them from the stockade, and then knocked them down to the ground with one stick, and then put them into the noose It was dragged around the stockade like a dead dog.The rough ground soon caused the two people to scream uncontrollably. Seeing this situation, the armed bannermen inside the closed village gate couldn't help cursing in unison.

"Who are you!" the leader Lahachu, who climbed the wall of the village, asked loudly in Manchu and Chinese. "Dare to attack the banner camp, aren't you afraid of being chased by the imperial army?" The knight took off his hat at Lahachu, and looked at the man combing the Chinese-style hair bun, Lahachu gasped. Take a cold breath. "You are escaped slaves." The knight did not speak, but placed the two bloody corpses dragged to death by the people around him at the gate of the village. At the same time, with a wave of the knife in his hand, the heads of the two people rolled to the side, and Rahachu suddenly burst into tears. got angry. "Bastard, get off!"

While speaking, the gate of the village was opened, and more than 20 horsemen in horse armor grinned and rushed towards the knights who were waiting in formation. When they were dozens of steps away, the horse armor suddenly reined in their horses, got off their horses, pulled out the bows and arrows behind them, and were about to shoot. Suddenly, a burst of nitrate rose from the side of the knights, and at the same time, a thunderous sound shook the horses around the vests.

Taking advantage of the time when the bannermen were at a loss, the knights urged their horses to pounce on them, and the bannermen who came back to their senses suddenly found that several of their companions had fallen, and someone suddenly shouted Said: "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 doing in a daze, let the arrows go, let the arrows go!"

Only then did the bannermen shoot the arrows in their hands, but the knights were moving fast, so only a very few people were unfortunately shot, and most of the bows and arrows fell into the empty space.Before the bannermen could shoot the second round of bows and arrows, a flash of fire flashed in the knight's hand, shaking the bannermen again.By the time the bannermen managed to rein in their mounts, the knights had already rushed forward, their swords flashed, and their heads or limbs flew up.

The banner soldiers outside the pass are stronger than the Eight Banners disciples inside the pass. They either lay down on the knight and drag him off the galloping horse, or reluctantly wave the sword in their hands

However, because the knights took the lead, under the stunned bystanders of the Han slaves, the flag soldiers who attacked were quickly killed. Taking advantage of the fact that the village was also shocked by the result, a dozen knights rushed towards the enemy like arrows. In the village, a few horses were separated at the same time and came in front of the Han slaves who dared not make a sound.

"We are here to rescue you. Those who are willing to leave will follow, and those who are not willing to leave may stay." Seeing the cries coming from the village, the eyes of the Han slaves were full of vigilance. "What do you look at? After today, there will be no such place as Baishangouzi. If we don't kill you, the Tartars will kill you too."