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Chapter 68: Young Master Can't Lose That Person

Under the clear sky, another village and town was filled with black smoke.

The common people carried their families and carried carts and carried loads. Under the protection of the Dongjiang soldiers, they walked towards the beach.

From time to time, people look back and look at their homeland that is getting farther and farther away, and their homes are emitting black smoke. After this farewell, I don’t know when I will go back, and I may never be able to take a look again in my life.

Since the fourth year of Hongwu, Liu Yi, Pingzhang, Liaoyang Province, all of his lands have been reborn as many soldiers, horses, money, grain, and territories.

By the 20th year of Hongwu, the Ming Dynasty sent Feng Sheng, the general who was exiled to seize the enemy, led 200,000 troops to attack Nahachu, and included the entire Liaodong under the jurisdiction of the Ming Dynasty.

For hundreds of years, the Ming Dynasty established 25 guards and 2 prefectures in the Liaodong Dusi, of which 25 guards were Han people's settlement areas and 2 prefectures were barbarians' settlement areas.

Following this, millions of Han people migrated from the mainland to the land of Liaodong. They reclaimed wasteland, built roads, built houses, and cultivated them. It was hard to imagine the hard life and heavy labor at that time.

Build a horse stand, sleep on the ground, sleep in the wind and eat in the open, and endure hunger; the cold is long in winter, climbing ice and lying on snow; the wind and rain in summer, mosquitoes, small bites, and blind flies are flocked.

With fertile fields, crisscrossing ditches, well-connected roads, and bustling towns and markets, how many Han people have sweated and even sacrificed their lives for this.

But the nightmare suddenly came during the Wanli period, with swords, wars, massacres and looting. Without any reason, death enveloped the Han people in Liaodong.

Jiannu was them, which caused the Han people in Liaodong to fall into dire straits. Jiannu was the extremely vicious robber and the murderer who killed people.

It is sad to leave the homeland, but they are grateful that they can escape from the sea of ​​suffering, not be a slave, or even save their lives.

The court plundered money to divide the land and allowed the Liao people to move to live; when Liaodong was liberated and Jiannu was destroyed, they could return to their homes. If someone joined the army, the salary would be paid to their families; after the Liaodong was liberated, a permanent tax-free land was given 100 acres...

Even without these preferential care policies and even if the future is uncertain, most Liao people are willing to break away from the rule of Jiannu and get rid of the bad luck that may have died at that time.

The Dongjiang Army was basically all Liao people, which made the Liao people who left their hometown feel relieved.

Fatty Zhao was also one of the soldiers who protected the Liao people. He stood with a gun and watched the people pass by, his expression was dull.

There was no way. After the Battle of Huanggu Castle, Fatty Zhao and other playboys were assigned a good job and took a knife to cut the head.

Under the supervision of the cold-faced and cold-hearted Jinyiwei, these marquises and young masters were kicked on their butts while fucking and vomiting.

When these big babies close their eyes, they will shaking their heads, either dying with their eyes open, or they will be covered in blood, or they will have ears and noses... They will hardly close their eyes for a night.

I can't eat well, I can't sleep well, and I still smell bad on my body. The young man has never suffered this crime, and I feel even worse than a beggar.

Fatty Zhao felt that the armor on his body was so heavy that it was so heavy that his mother was wearing it crying before leaving. It is said that it was a ancestral armor, and his grandfather was wearing it to fight on the battlefield.

Fatty Zhao was really envious of the slightly shabby "fat jacket" of other soldiers, but he walked very lightly.

Are you hungry again? Fatty Zhao covered her stomach, her eyes lit up, and she took out a hard big cake from her arms.

This is the military ration prepared by the Dongjiang Army before departure, which is the bread baked on various iron guys.

There is a little salt but no oil, and the pan is not enough. The shovel and blades are used. Not to mention the craftsmanship, those with less burnt can be called chef refined.

When I post it, I looked at it and hum, the beggars in the capital don’t eat it.

But now that he had it in his hand, Fatty Zhao smelled the fragrance of some noodles and couldn't help swallowing. He bit it in one bite, which was so hard. He had to put it in his mouth first, wait a little softer before chewing it slowly and swallowing it slowly.

At this time, Fatty Zhao missed the pot of "pig food" before departure. It contained meat and vegetables, but it was still hot. After eating a bowl, it felt so warm and comfortable in her belly.

I don’t know when I can eat such a "delicious", Fatty Zhao swallowed the cake in his mouth hard, his nose sore, and he wanted to cry.

"Bing Ye--" A girl who walked over suddenly stopped and took out a steamed bun and handed it to the fat man, "You can eat this, it's soft, not cold yet."

Fatty Zhao blinked his eyes, stared at the white steamed bun, his eyes rolled, and he reached out and grabbed it.

Looking at the fat soldier with a crooked armor and slanted armor, chewing the steamed buns voraciously, pity and admiration flashed on the girl's face, and she took out another one and handed it over.

It turned out to be in my arms, no wonder I was gentle!

Fatty Zhao took it and put it on, and he was a little choked and waited for saliva to eat before he could take it.

"Let's go, Yingzi." At the greeting of my father, the girl took a few steps and followed the moving people's team.

Woo, woo, hey! Fatty Zhao made a vague sound and chased after him.

The girl turned around and looked at the fat soldier in confusion. The old father and brother also stopped and showed a vigilant look.

Fatty Zhao took out a piece of silver, came close to hand it over, and finally swallowed the food in his mouth, panting and said, "This is the money for steamed buns, please pack it."

The girl was still a little hesitant. Fatty Zhao had already stuffed the silver and spoke much more clearly. "Young man can't ask for your steamed buns for nothing. That's not a beggar? You also have a number one person in the capital, so you can't afford to lose that person."

I don’t quite understand the fat soldier who called himself “Little Master”, but I don’t want to give the money for nothing, but I understand it. The girl smiled and wanted to refuse.

"I'm not thankful to Mr. Bing." My father had reached out to take the broken silver, nodded and bowed.

Then the girl bowed and bowed, "Thank you for your reward."

Fatty Zhao seemed to have regained the feeling of being respected and complimented in the capital. He waved his hand with his chest, "Don't thank you, hurry up and leave."

The family embarked on the road again, and low discussions came into the ears of Fatty Zhao, who felt good about himself.

"Are they just two steamed buns? But the silver is enough for two taels!"

"Is this soldier stupid, but his armor is very bright!"

"He is not interested in our Yingzi, so he has to be careful."

"Bing Ye is a good person, he is just hungry. Well, let alone, he is really a bit stupid."

I... Fatty Zhao shook his body straight twice.

Humph, a country bumpkin, no vision. When I was in the capital, people said that I was more sophisticated than a monkey!

After reaching out and touching the steamed bun in his arms, Fatty Zhao's anger gradually faded. The steamed bun was quite soft and had a little fragrance. It seemed that the fragrance didn't smell the noodles, right?

The sound of horse hooves from far away attracted Fatty Zhao's eyes.

That was my horse, my BMW, my snow hoof black horse! I was ridden by this guy and was still shaking in front of me with his might.

Fatty Zhao was full of grief and anger, staring at the knight on the horse without blinking.
Chapter completed!
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