(0018)

February 12th day will arrive soon.

The young people in Fushan Institute have no habit of celebrating their birthdays, so the Yang family naturally would not do it, and even Yang Yinghan herself did not realize it.

In the morning, Yang Yinghan still followed her brother Yang Ruifeng and the others to collect firewood, and did not come back until noon. The lunch was made by the little girl Yang Lingxue, dried vegetable rice, stewed fish pieces, and fresh grilled fish brought back from Hongshitan. Because Zhang Zhun was busy with training, the Yang family specially left Yang Lingxue, the girl, to cook to ensure that when Zhang Zhun came back, there would be food to eat immediately.

As a result, when Zhang Zhun had lunch, Yang Yinghan had not come back. When Yang Yinghan came back to collect firewood, Zhang Zhun had already finished his meal and went to Hongshitan again. When Zhang Zhun came back to dinner, Yang Yinghan and others went out to collect firewood and had not come back yet. It was not until the end of the evening training that the fish team had all disbanded and returned to rest, and Zhang Zhun saw Yang Yinghan.

"Little Ya!"

"Happy birthday!"

Zhang Zhun said with a smile.

Yang Yinghan was slightly stunned, as if she hadn't reacted yet.

Zhang Zhun said: "Today is your birthday! You won't even remember this, do you?"

Yang Yinghan really doesn't remember it. Hearing this, his face turned slightly red and he whispered: "I... really forgot."

Zhang Zhun said: "I have a gift for you! Come with me!"

As he said that, he walked towards his doghouse.

Yang Yinghan was nervous and nervous, and was still shy. After hesitating for a while, he finally followed him.

Brigadier Zhang delivered the gift to him.

Yang Yinghan's eyes suddenly shone.

Wind chimes!

Wind chimes made of shells!

Wind chimes made of colorful shells!

Brigadier Zhang took the wind chime outside the house and raised it high.

The sea breeze blows, and the shells collide with each other, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Yang Yinghan was so excited that she couldn't control herself, and said happily and shyly: "Yu Lin..."

Zhang Zhun said with a smile: "Do you like it?"

Yang Yinghan shyly stroked her braids, not daring to look into his eyes, and said, "I like it."

Zhang Zhun smiled and said, "Since you like it, then hang it in the window!"

Yang Yinghan hurriedly picked up the wind chime.

There is no window in thatched hut, and cracks have replaced the function of the window. The holes on the roof are skylights, but there are still eaves, so Yang Yinghan hangs the wind chimes under the eaves.

The sea breeze kept blowing, and the shells collided with each other, making a series of silver bell-like sounds.

Several children playing in the open space looked here curiously, their eyes full of envious gazes.

Many children will pick up shells. After picking them up, they can play whatever they want, but no one knows how to connect them and make them into a wind chime with beautiful appearance and pleasant sound. But even if they know, they probably don’t have the mood to eat, so what else can they talk about?

Yang Yinghan said, "Yu Lin, I will also give you something."

Zhang Zhun was full of expectations.

Yang Yinghan shyly took out a small bamboo basket from the house.

The bamboo basket contained dark red soil, and a thin bud appeared on the soil, like a bean seedling or a sapling.

Too small, it's really hard to tell.

Zhang Zhun asked curiously: "What is this?"

Yang Yinghan said quietly: "Apple tree."

It turned out that this was cultivated by her apple seed that she had saved for a long time. It was harder for poor military households to eat an apple than meat. This seed was mostly picked up. Because the time was short, the tender buds had just emerged from the soil. They had to wait for it to grow a little before giving it to Zhang Zhun. But when he gave the wind chime, Yang Yinghan took out the tender bud.

Zhang Zhun reached out to take the bamboo basket and looked at the small sapling carefully.

Apple tree?

When will this apple tree be planted?

Yang Yinghan said sincerely: "The old people said that planting an apple tree with one hand can ensure a safe life without disasters. Yulin, you should choose a place to plant the apple tree."

Zhang Zhun looked at the small buds in the bamboo basket and felt a little dissatisfied. If this thing could really protect peace, the whole country would be filled with apple trees. Of course, if it was so unsightly, he would not say it. After all, this was the wish of other girls' homes. So he looked around carefully and saw a small slope to the west, which was quite suitable for planting trees, and said, "Where?"

Yang Yinghan said, "Okay."

The two of them came to the soil slope, and Zhang Zhun took action. He first cleaned the weeds around him and pulled out all the grass roots. He then dug a hole with a shovel, then freed the soil and the saplings from the bamboo basket, then carefully put it in the hole, and then filled the gap with soil. Finally, pour a little well water on it, and the entire planting process is completed. Of course, it is necessary to surround the saplings with bamboo strips to prevent anyone from stepping on the saplings from trampling them to death.

"alright!"

Everything was ready, Zhang Zhun clapped his hands and said.

Yang Yinghan put his palms together, closed his eyes, and didn't know what to recite silently at the saplings.

Zhang Zhun also put his palms together, his face full of piety, his eyes closed, but his mouth was silently chanting: "Saplings grow up soon, and next year, they will be hung with gold lumps, it's best to hang two of them..."

Suddenly, a figure came out next to him, and it was a mouse.

The mouse touched his head and saw the two of them. He found something was wrong and hurriedly retracted.

Yang Yinghan was ashamed and hurriedly turned around and left.

The mouse's head poked out again and retracted again.

Zhang Zhun said to the mouse, "Okay, I see you all, come here."

The mouse thought he had done a bad thing and broke through the good things between the two, so he hurriedly defended and said, "I really have something to do."

Zhang Zhun said with a smile: "I believe you are really in trouble."

The mouse was really anxious and said swearing: "I'm really in a situation."

Zhang Zhun nodded and said quietly: "Say."

The mouse came over, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "I heard that someone is preparing to launch a riot."

Zhang Zhun's eyes lit up slightly and he immediately returned to normal.

Zhang Zhun was not surprised at all about the news that someone was trying to rebel.

The military households in Fushan Institute were so miserable that he did not believe that no one tried to resist. The more the spring was pressed, the stronger the rebound force was. The rebel army in Shaanxi had given people the target of imitation, and uprisings of all sizes in various places were also rising one after another. Shandong was even more uprising, and the Wenxiang Cult uprising occurred in Jinxiang last year. I believe that the military households in Fushan Institute were no strangers to words such as uprising, rebellion, riots, and rebellion.

The key to the problem is that everyone is waiting for others to stand up. They don’t want to take risks, but they want to eat meat. This is the herd mentality of most people. It is no problem to follow Yang Kaide to make money. However, if you want to take weapons and kill all the thousands of households, hundreds of households, general flags, small flags, even commanders, magistrates, prefects, governors, garrisons, generals, etc., some people are still not brave enough.

However, as long as someone starts to make trouble and wins a little more, there will be many people following the crowd. At that time, there will be no problem in raiding the family and killing people to destroy the family. The chaos in Shaanxi also developed in this way. It was like a snowball. As long as someone takes the first step, the next step will be bigger and bigger.

In the final analysis, it is the question of who comes forward first. Of course, the gains of the first bird are the greatest, but the risks are the greatest. The target of the court's focus on attacks is also this first bird. If it fails, he will be the one who will be chopped up first. Therefore, people without the courage or strength will not be the one who will be the one who will be the first bird.

Later research shows that Chen Sheng, Wu Guang, Zhang Jiao, Zhai Rang, Wang Xianzhi, Liu Futong, Xu Shouhui, Gao Yingxiang, Hong Xiuquan, Boxer Rebellion and other pioneers have bad endings, and it is often because the people who follow the leaks get the greatest benefits.

In Yangjiatun, since Zhang Zhun demonstrated his extraordinary skills, the military households naturally handed over the heavy responsibility of the first bird to Zhang Zhun. Zhang Zhun is very clear about his current strength and this first bird will not do it for the time being.

"Is the news accurate?" Zhang Zhun asked slowly.

"Exactly. I also found out that the host was called Zhan Yingwei." The mouse said mysteriously.

Zhang Zhun nodded and asked slowly, "What's the origin?"

Mouse said, "The people from Zhanjiatun."

Zhang Zhun nodded calmly.

He believed that the mouse's information was most likely true. This guy would definitely not be able to go on the battlefield. Before the enemy arrived, he would be weak. However, if he was asked to do things like "sneering", stealing, inquire about news, etc., he could complete 100% of the tasks to 120%. In some aspects, this guy is also a rare talent.

Sure enough, mouse added: "It was a personal servant of Wang Shixin who accidentally revealed after drinking, saying that he didn't look like Zhan Yingwei, and he wouldn't be able to jump around for a few days. At that time, his whole family would lose their heads."

There are 25 military camps in Fushan. Nine of them are located in Jimo County, with more than 30,000 mu of land, namely Zhaojiatun, Gejiatun, Lijiatun, Maojiatun, Houbeitun, Renjiatun, Hounantun, Zhanjiatun, and Fushan camp. The other sixteen are located in Pingduzhou, with 6,000 mu of land. Because Pingduzhou is too far away and there are many bandits around, the land there is basically abandoned.

Judging from the amount of land, there are actually quite a lot, with a total of more than 36,000 acres. On average, each military household has 30 acres. Unfortunately, they are all occupied by officers from Aoshanwei and Fushan District, as well as Jimo County, Laizhou Prefecture and even the Shandong Provincial Administration and the Command and Commissioners, and officials at all levels of the Commissioners' Office, and officials at all levels of the military preparation department have got a share of the pie. Ordinary military households naturally have no field left.

It seems that Yang Kaide's family had 33 acres of land in Hongwu; by the Zhengde period, it was less than three acres; by the Jiajing period, the last three acres were not kept. As for Zhang Zhun's own family, the fields were lost earlier than the Yang family, and they were all gone during Zhengde. In the next hundred years, they had to live on meager money and food. It was really a generation that had never eaten enough.
Chapter completed!