On the snowfield leading to the Hekou Fort, there were a huge line of squads, and more than a dozen large trucks were filled with food, cloth and various debris.

Gao Jin, who was riding on the horse, looked at the long crowd behind him. Unexpectedly, Ding Silang and the others were really cruel. They almost recruited all the skilled craftsmen in the more than 20 villages under Shenmu Fort, and there were nearly 70 families. There were nearly 300 people who were in charge of the family. Fortunately, he was prepared enough and brought enough food.

There was so many people all at once, but Gao Jin was not dissatisfied. In his eyes, these craftsmen were all high-end people who could create wealth in this era. Speaking of which, the poor in Jiubian, it really makes sense. The officials from top to bottom and the wealthy families and powerful people never thought of organizing handicraft production to obtain wealth. The former was counting on the imperial court to allocate silver, while the latter was thinking about how to collude with officials and share the benefits from the border silver.

Both of them have annexed land. The cities and towns in Jiangnan are extremely developed in industry and commerce, and landless farmers can still work and live. However, when they arrive at the border of northern Shaanxi, the people are living in poverty, and everyone is slowly waiting to die in the increasingly weak villages.

"A Sheng, take people back and see, don't lose people!"

Gao Jin called Chen Sheng. Among these nearly 300 people, there were fifty-year-old dolls, some of whom were very naughty. They went back and went out far away and were honest at first, but after two days, a few brave ones dared to run around the team. Sometimes the team stopped to rest, so they had to be careful that they would run away.

"Yes, second brother!"

Chen Sheng brought a few friends and rode his horse back. Their team was quite large, most of them were old, weak, women and children, and the rest were all craftsmen who could not fight. The entire team could fight was Wang Ding's servants and about ten of them riding horses.

Gao Jin stopped the team. There were many elderly, weak, women and children in the craftsmen. Although they could take the pry, the so-called young and strong people in the craftsmen were actually weak and malnourished. Walking in the snow covered with snow was very exhausting.

With Gao Jin's order, the long-distanced team stopped quickly, and Liu Suifeng did not take the bus. Since joining the migrant teams of these craftsmen at Shenmu Fort, Liu Suifeng completely lost the idea of ​​leaving Hekou Fort. It was the first time he had seen such a unique family as Gao Jin. The generals of other garrisons plundered the people's money, wishing they could not be three feet tall, so how could they disperse money like Gao Jin for the people?

In fact, Liu Suifeng has also communicated with Gao Jin in the past two days, but Gao Jin talked about the principles of wealth circulation. Although he had read the books of sages for several years, he could only barely understand it thoroughly, knowing that Gao Jin was beneficial to do so.

"Hello Dr. Liu!"

No matter in any era, capable doctors are always respected. Although Liu Suifeng is not the image of a miracle doctor with a handsome face in the eyes of the rural folk, he immediately became a miracle doctor after he treated several craftsmen with sudden emergencies and his family.

Ding Silang and others skillfully boiled water and boiled ginger soup. After Gao Jin met with them at Shenmu Fort, he bought a lot of old ginger and earthy brown sugar in Shenmu Fort.

After the snow water in the pot boiled, Ding Silang and the others threw away the slices of ginger and then put the brown sugar in the soil. Until they could smell the ginger smell, they called the craftsmen in the team they were in charge to line up to make a bowl of ginger sugar water to replenish their energy, and at the same time drive away the cold and keep warm.

In two days, Gao Jin took people to teach these craftsmen from different villages to understand queuing and abiding by the rules, and people accepted it very quickly. In addition to the first day, there was still some chaos. However, after Chen Sheng fined several craftsmen and paid a fine of five cents for each person, everyone knew what they should do.

Looking at the craftsmen who were queuing up to make ginger candy tea with bowls, Liu Suifeng couldn't help but sigh at Gao Jin's generosity. The price of this culprit in the border area is several times more expensive than in the inland area. These craftsmen are afraid that they will never be able to drink it for the rest of their lives. Only when the weather is good, their wife has a baby and may be able to drink it a few times.

Old Man Pu made a large bowl of ginger candy tea and returned to his wife and children. He filled the bowls he gave to his wife and children, and he could still have a lot left. He rushed down for a few days, "Son, drink more!" Pu called his son and asked him to drink the ginger candy tea while it was hot. After he drank most of the drinks and then filled his own, he drank the rest in the bowl.

"My mother, you drink it."

"My mom has enough, you can drink more."

Pu looked at his son with a very rosy face and was full of happiness. Although it was only three days, in Pu's heart, the Gao Baihu was a living Bodhisattva. In just a few days, her son, who was originally pale and thin, became healthy, which made her very happy.

"You drink more, the car is windy."

Mr. Pu added half a bowl of ginger candy tea to the bowl of Hun's family. He felt no initial confusion. Although the Gao Baihu looked cold and harsh, his troops were disciplined. He had not disturbed anyone during the past few days. He would set up tents for them to grow coal stoves for them to keep warm. He would take care of them when patrolling the camp at night.

Mr. Pu has never seen such an official army, or even he has never heard of it, even the Qi family army was not as good as that.

Although the craftsmen in the team were all separated by the village, they became familiar with each other after a few days. With the itinerary for a few days, everyone was no longer nervous and could sit together to chat during rest. The topics were all about Hekoubao, where they were going, and Gaobaihu.

"Uncle Pu, do you think we can really turn on the furnace to smel iron when we get to the place?"

In the team, the craftsmen were divided into their respective professions. Mr. Pu was a group of seven blacksmiths. Because Mr. Pu had experience in supervising ordnance in Shenmuwei, he became the leader of the blacksmith team.

Looking at the curious young people, Old Man Pu thought for a while and said, "It's not difficult to start the furnace and smeltek. You should learn more at that time. The old man is old and will still have to look at you in the future."

Most of the blacksmiths in the countryside use ready-made iron materials to rebuild agricultural tools, or renovate the old ones. Only those who start the mines can start the furnace and smelting iron by themselves. Old Man Pu knows how to smel the iron and how to build bird guns, but his skills are useless. The generals and officials from the garrison station only care about making money. In their eyes, craftsmen like Old Man Pu do not have anything strange.

Several young blacksmiths nodded quickly and said yes. Old Man Pu looked really old, and he was afraid that he could not even swung the sledgehammer of the iron. But they knew how to smelter iron. This was not comparable to those of blacksmiths from wild ways. Everyone knew that Old Man Pu's son, the only son, was a half-fool. He was performing better in front of Old Man Pu, and might be valued by Old Man Pu and learned his skills, so the few of them respectfully asked Old Man Pu.

Ding Silang looked around and was also deeply moved. These craftsmen were recruited by him and his companions from different villages. They were originally lifeless, but now everyone is very energetic. With hope and hope, their spirits are completely different.

"How many?"

The half-old children in the team gathered together, and after looking at the numbers written on the blackboard, they all rushed to raise their hands.

Chen Sheng looked at Chen Guang teaching the half-aged children to recognize numbers, and couldn't help but think of his brother. Speaking of which, his second brother seemed to ask Qin Zhong and others to teach the children to recognize words and numbers in the fort, and he didn't know how his brother learned!

The board is brushed with black paint. As for the chalk for writing, when he was in Hekou Fort, Gao Jin asked several craftsmen who could burn acres of bricks to make it. Usually, this set of blackboard chalk was used by Gao Jin to teach Chen Sheng and the others at night, but now it is used by Shen Guang.

"You come."

“It’s 3, 5, 8.”

"Okay, you've answered everything right, this is for you."

Chen Guang gave a five-pointed star cut from thin wood to the child who answered. As long as he gathered five five-pointed stars, he could exchange malt sugar for him.

Looking at the children who had closed the five-pointed star, the other children showed envy. Although they had attended several classes, no one had eaten the malt sugar in Shen Guang's mouth until now, but everyone had already recognized and longed for the honor represented by the five-pointed star.

Not far away, I saw the adults who were studying hard there, and their faces were full of smiles from the bottom of their hearts. These days, they were all inferior to those of high school. Although the Gao Baihu said that what I taught the children was the simplest Chinese characters and numbers, and they could only be used in Hekoubao, and they did not recognize them anywhere else.

But studying and taking the imperial examination and becoming an official is an out of reach for the people at the bottom of the Ming Dynasty. Being able to recognize words and numbers, even if they can only be used in Hekou Fort, the adults are already satisfied. They want to settle in Hekou Fort, and no one wants to leave. The more their children learn, the better they will live in Hekou Fort in the future.

The adults calculated this simple truth very clearly. When they were elsewhere, there would be no living Bodhisattva like Gaobaihu who would teach their children to study. In the words of those scholars with nostrils facing the sky, "You mud legs are also worthy of reading!"

Although the craftsmen in the Ming Dynasty were not cheap, they were not much better. Therefore, in the eyes of the craftsmen, Hekou Fort has become a place to change their destiny. Many people even vaguely hope that the high-fly family will rise to the top in the future and will never be as good as the marquis. In this way, they can protect their descendants.

In the team, Liu Suifeng could also faintly perceive this kind of human intention. Logically, although he was a doctor, he had read the books of sages for several years and was considered a disciple of Confucianism. Although the simplified Chinese characters that Gao Jin taught was very insulting, Liu Suifeng had no disgust. After all, the writing was cumbersome, and many scholars sometimes wrote some simple strokes for shorthand.
Chapter completed!