Beiyang new warlord

What made Mao Jue even more troublesome was that this time he came out to show his prestige, but he didn't expect to lose his prestige, and lost his face first. He couldn't restrain Zhao Cheng, Tian Tao, He Momo and other local tyrants. All plans are in vain.

Food, salaries, civilians, and the army were all pressed on Mao Jue's forehead, making him feel the embarrassment of Liu Erhei, who was in the same bed, when he borrowed money for his girlfriend's abortion everywhere. With his mouth crooked, he followed the queue unsteadily, Unknowingly, he went back to Tieshan City, but only when he saw the city wall, something went wrong. Wen Meng reined in his horse and came to Mao Jue's side, pointing forward in shock and vigilance.

"General, look, something is wrong!"

After waking up suddenly, Mao Jue raised his hand in astonishment after taking a look. In an instant, the marching queue stopped abruptly. In Mao Jue's eyes, the north gate of Tieshan City was surrounded by a thick layer of crowd. Blocked outside the city gate, judging by the number of people at the official road entrance, there are no less than [-], and almost half of the population of Tieshan County seems to have come out.

What's the fuss about this?

Mao Jue yelled at Liu Chong sharply, "Liu Baihu, take cavalry around the west gate and enter the city, and get He Momo out for me. I want to ask him what's going on? Wenmeng, assemble the cavalry, Pang Dahai leads the troops, and line up on the spot."

"Hey! Hey! Hey! General, no need! This is a good thing!"

Before Mao Jue finished roaring, the fat version of Su Changmei nervously pulled his oily hands on Mao Jue's sleeves, and his fat face smiled like a blooming old chrysanthemum, which was a bit sweet Shouted disgustedly.

"This is a small arrangement. These are the people who came to welcome the general!"

"What the hell!"

Before Mao Jue could react, the people of Tieshan County, who were looking at the military flag at the other end, rushed towards them as if a flood had flooded, and everyone rushed over with joy, excitement, and even tears streaming down their faces. In front of the army formation, the cornbread, eggs, food in the basket, wine and vegetables in the hands kept stuffing the hands of the astonished soldiers.

More than a dozen wealthy households in the city beat gongs and drums, led their servants to carry burdens, and drove pigs and sheep hung with red silk. They crowded into the guard team excitedly, threw their things in front of the horses, and knelt on the ground. He kowtowed his head on the ground.

"Cao Min waits to welcome the General General to triumphantly. Small care, not careless, is all the hearts of the villagers. I beg General General to accept it!"

This is really called a food pot! But Mao Jue, who was surrounded, couldn't help being confused, and turned to Su Changmei in astonishment.

what's the problem?

Chapter 3. The Poor Son of the Mao Mansion

In the past few days, there has been a lot of gossip in Mao's mansion.

"Hey, have you heard? Our young master was taken by the third princess of the North Sea Dragon Palace, and his soul was seduced. Now the real body is a concubine in the Dragon Palace, and what is left is a stinky skin."

"You know what a fart! It's clear that the Siren Pioneer saw that our young master was too cowardly, cowardly, and unfilial. He killed Mrs. Wen, and in a fit of anger, capsized the bow of the boat and beat the young master into a fool!"

Two young servants wearing pointed hats and green clothes squatted happily together, cracking steamed buns while chewing on the root of their tongues. They suddenly coughed, and the two immediately raised their heads in shock, but they looked at the old housekeeper. Uncle Wen walked by with an unhappy expression, but the two snorted disdainfully, turned their heads aside, and continued to mutter.

The back house, the embroidered chapter building.

"Master, wake up!"

The Su Yi girl rang in her ears like a small trumpet again, and Mao Gou's tears and nose flowed together, and she stretched herself in the bed very reluctantly.

In the novel, a group of little girls want to travel to the Qing Palace in their dreams, and come to the fourth and eighth masters to work together, but after the real experience, Mao Gou knows that this is really a fucking hard job, nothing else Forcibly quit his Internet addiction of masturbating and masturbating two games at night. The ancients were still used to working at sunrise and resting at sunset. They had to get up at five o'clock every day, so they got used to sleeping until eight o'clock, which took half an hour Mao Gou at work is simply complaining.

Not to mention drinking some beer and ordering skewers, and going to the bar and karaoke with friends. This is a good story.

The only advantage is that Su Yi, the girl in the room, can bully and molested at will, but more often, Mogou feels that he is the one being molested, just like now, this girl obviously hides that little fox-like smirk under her serious appearance .

He didn't even have the right to be called Mao Gou. Now he has officially become the chief soldier of Dongjiang Town, the left commander, and the only son of the former general Mao Wenlong, Mao Jue and Mao Chengdou.

After three or four yawns, Mao Gou, or Mao Jue, struggled to get out of the warm embrace of the quilt, and put on his coat sleepily. Hug over.

"Master, you haven't been to school for several days! Mr. Zhao is very unhappy, and has complained to the master several times! If you don't go today, you will probably be in trouble!"

He stretched out his hands to put on the complicated Hanfu robes outside, and brushed his "elegant" long hair on the top of his head for a while, but Mao Jue, who was a little sober, simply rolled his eyes.

"Go to school, go to school, what a fart!"

"Where is there a blacksmith in the city?"

I couldn't sleep these nights, I took a brush to scribble a lot, and when I stretched out my hand to roll these masterpieces into my arms, Mao Jue turned around again, and slapped Su Yi's head hard.

"I didn't listen to your young master's question! Where is it?"

Silly and sleeping for several days, this is the first time Mao Jue has left the Marshal's Mansion. Although there is a silly little girl behind her butt, and she still goes out through the side door, but Mao Jue still walks wherever Freshness, this is not a gimmick scenic spot of the later generations, but a truly authentic town of the Ming Dynasty. People hundreds of years ago, regardless of their thoughts, moral values, and cognition of the world, were completely different from those of later generations. Unprecedented views.

One of the reasons why Yuan Chonghuan killed Mao Wenlong was that he took credit for his pride and became more and more slippery. He didn't listen to the imperial court's military order, and he focused on collecting money, selling contraband, and fornicating money. It's ironic It was Chongzhen who killed Yuan Chonghuan, and another important reason was that Yuan Manzi also had an affair with Houjin and sold rice to Jiannu. He was also the eldest brother, not to mention the second brother.

However, with such a Dongjiang Town coach, this Dongjiang City is quite prosperous. More than ten years ago, this Pidao was just an uninhabited desert island, but now it has become quite large, with eight streets in the shape of a chessboard. Bingyamen is at the northernmost end, and the streets are full of shops. Businessmen from North Korea and Shandong trade in cloth rice. There are also Jianzhou Jurchen from Liaodong who are wearing leather jackets. They have not arrived yet. In the era of braids all over the world, this is still Daming's territory, and these guys have to obediently hide their bald pigtails under their cotton hats.

On the wall of a shop, a wild ginseng the size of a radish hung on the wall. It was more than ten centimeters long. When Mao Jue visited the Ginseng Museum when he was traveling in Jilin, the largest wild ginseng king was no more than six About one centimeter, a little more than half a catty, this one is at least twice as big as the wild ginseng king, and the big ginseng of the same level as the wild ginseng king is placed on the counter in a normal manner. As soon as the package is returned, he is a billionaire.

such a pity!I can't go back!After wiping his saliva, Mao Jue could only leave regretfully.

However, this Dongjiang Town is not all beautiful things. Leaving the main street, the houses on the edge are obviously dilapidated and leaked. Dressed in tattered clothes, with dull eyes, a group of refugee beggars sat slumped against the wall.

At this time, it is quite similar to the popular ballad "On the Songhua River" in later generations. There are forest coal mines and mountains full of soybeans and sorghum, but they can only wander in the pass all day.Most of the land in Liaodong was occupied by Houjin. Nurhachi also implemented a terrifying policy of killing poor ghosts and wealthy households, and made Han people slaves under his banner, forcing the Han people in Liaodong to flee one after another.

It is said that 100 million Han people were massacred, and more than 200 million Liao people fled into Shandong and Hebei. These refugees exacerbated the turmoil in the pass.

It's a pity that at this point, the Han people still hate each other and are indifferent to each other, at least Su Yi is like this. Following behind Mao Jue, a small hand timidly pulled his sleeve, and Su Yi looked around with contempt and worry. , whispering hurriedly beside Mao Jue.

"Master, these rioters are very bad, they can do all kinds of tricks, let's go!"

I have never seen such a scene before. Hundreds of refugees in ragged clothes are skinny and numb like dead people.Even in later generations, disasters are not without, but no matter in floods, earthquakes or fires, there are thousands of refugees, but Mao Jue has never seen such a desperate crowd.

This time, Su Yi came to the front and was pulled by her, and the two walked out quickly.

These are still mixed into the city. Outside the city, there are actually more Liao people who are trapped. Although Dongjiang Town and Liao Town are also known as Liaodong Town, Mao Wenlong's territory is still on the island after all, and lacks the vast farmland under the governance of Liao Town. Liao soil really lacks the living space to resettle the Liao people.

Although Mao Jue, a handsome young man, has a low sense of existence, he is not something that can be embarrassing for the city gate soldiers. A few Ming soldiers who are guarding the gate still want to make things difficult. Su Yi went up and showed his identity arrogantly. Kneeling down, Mao Jue was flattered to enjoy a salute from a Ming civil servant to see him off.

After all, it is a military town. After leaving the city, the atmosphere of the army suddenly became stronger. Two military camps surrounded the east and west of the city. In the middle of the wall made of deer villages, there were permanent barracks with adobe walls, and several cannons were piled up. At the door, you can also see the Ming army patrols of the brigade patrolling back and forth.

But to be honest, this barracks made Mao Jue unable to think of the army of later generations. Except for the soldiers patrolling with spears, the rest were either lying around in the camp, drinking and beating, and even shouting and gambling. It looks like a vegetable market, and it is not at the same level as the soldiers who are rigid in memory and are busy practicing all day long.

Moreover, a girl named Su Yi took him with him, so he sneaked into the army camp very easily.

In fact, the army is also a rather large consumer. It is next to the barracks, such as a dice shop, a tavern, and more importantly, a row of adobe houses that are so hot that dozens of black smoke go straight into the sky, and a row of blacksmiths. There was a clanging and knocking sound in the shop, and a rush of heat could be felt from far away.

Dongjiang Town is isolated overseas, consisting of a series of islands and peninsulas, and even cut off the land communication with the Ming Dynasty. More than [-] soldiers, more than half of the weapons and equipment are provided here.Relying on his identity as the son of Mao Wenlong, Mao Jue stumbled into the arsenal of the logistics headquarters of the Dongjiang Military Division again.

"Old man, this old man has seen the young master!"

These days, the status of a craftsman is indeed low, and Su Yi yelled at him. This old craftsman with his bare muscles and roasted sweat dripping down tremblingly said to Mao Jue that he was a big man. Bow, that attitude is the same as seeing the provincial leaders inspecting.

"Uh, sir, please start, please, I, this young master wants to"

Just four days ago, the old man at the gate of the shipyard dared to yell at Mao Jue. Unexpectedly, he was so respected by this muscular old man. Mao Jue obviously couldn't get used to it. The old man made the next one, and bowed even more, definitely not as strong as the blacksmith, and the two of them were deadlocked there for a while.

It was Su Yi, the dead girl, who helped out.

"You old man, get up if my young master asks you to get up, why are you talking so much nonsense! Hurry up and call the best blacksmiths here, my young master wants you"

"Master, what do you want to find a blacksmith for?"