The buckwheat in the fields is already blooming. It is full of purple eyes and it takes less than a month to harvest. Because the ground is poor and barren and there is no good fertility, the ears of wheat are a little shriveled.

Being in this wilderness of the Yellow River mudflats, it is already a miracle that I dare not expect a good harvest. As long as I can eat around the Mid-Autumn Festival and wait until the autumn grains come down, if they can support the coming year, it will be a blessing in all kinds of blessings. No one dares to think too much.

Can you think of how good the harvest will be when farming on the mudflats with more yellow sand than soil? Although these Manchus are trying their best to take care of these crops, it is just like that, and it will never be much better again.

The bitter herbs that were gathered in the fields had already drawn out their thin and tall stems, and it was almost time to harvest.

These crops are planted in corners and corners. The fine sand that can be cultivated is mostly planted sorghum. Although the taste of this wolf-tailed sorghum is poor, its yield is not low and its growth cycle is short. It is time to sow after harvesting the crops in summer.

On the Yellow River mudflats, which is more than 20 miles in radius, only this sorghum can fundamentally solve the food problem. If it weren't for the unpalatable sorghum rice, the bannermen curled up here would not have survived this winter.

After more than a year of work, this large mudflat, especially in those slightly fertile depressions, is full of sorghum, and the autumn wind is everywhere, like a green gauze tent.

In the heart of the mudflat, a cellar connected to each other is the home of these bannermen. In front of each cellar is a flat piece of land, piled up bundles of reeds. The wooden shuttles in the hands of adults are flying, weaving the fine and crisp reeds into mats or reeds. Even ignorant dolls follow the women to work, rubbing straw ropes and threads...

These things are the only items that the bannermen can trade. They all hope that these vulgar reed products can be sold in order to exchange for the necessary oil, salt, medicine, cloth and agricultural tools for life...

The chickens bought in spring have grown up, and some of them can lay eggs. Eggs are an absolute luxury here. They must be kept carefully in the reed flower pit. After collecting a certain amount, they can be taken out and traded for something urgently needed.

Because these bannermen cannot get out of this mudflat, transactions and transactions can only be done by Uliyanlu. Now, Uliyanlu has been reading for several months, and many essential things for production and life have been exhausted. A lot of reed weaving and eggs used for exchange have been saved, but these people dare not go out to trade.

First, they have no channels for trading and don’t know who to trade with. Moreover, they don’t dare to get out of this mudflat. There is a huge hatred outside, and the Han people with red eyes all over the world. As long as they go out, the goods will be stolen, and the chances of being able to come back alive are slim.

Wuliyanlu left for a few months and must have done a big thing and saved more bannermen. From this, it can be inferred that the Qing Dynasty had already reached a time of storm, or it might have been gone long ago.

Although it is in the heart of the Central Plains, these bannermen are completely isolated from the world and have no idea what the outside world is. At this point, they are too lazy to care about the Qing Dynasty.

It was not until thousands of bannermen in the capital that these people knew that the Qing Dynasty had really perished. People didn't care much about this situation. The population here surged. If these empty-handed bannermen did not starve to death, they would work harder to manage crops and harvest reeds. They were busy all over their hands, and they wanted to use it for two days. How could they be idle?

From the capital to this place, the journey is long and there is no supply, and I only carry some clothes and some food. I don’t remember how many people died along the way, because there is always a hope in my heart, which is what supports people to this paradise along the Yellow River.

This is the Taoyuan of the Manchu Banner, and it is the place of resurrection that Uliyan has fought for. Thirty thousand miles of rivers and mountains, blood and fire everywhere, and hatred everywhere. They can't go anywhere or anywhere. Only here is safe, stable, and can they live peacefully.

After waiting until October, these bannermen who were curled up in the sky finally waited for their hope.

Lu Zhili is back.

He also brought back more than 20,000 bannermen from Shandong.

Among these people are both strong Manchu soldiers and equally weak old, young, women and children. After experiencing a long journey, countless people died halfway through the journey and finally arrived at this dream home.

I thought that the harvested autumn crops and other hard-earned income would allow the year to pass steadily. However, so many people flocked in, and the little grain harvested on the barren land was not enough to block the teeth. The most basic survival problem has already troubled the 30,000 people. Not to mention, just grain, let alone support the weather to warm up next year, you have to drink porridge every day before and after snow.

Despite this, people still showed an almost crazy enthusiasm for Uliyanlu's return to literacy.

Lu Zhizhi is the incarnation of God, and he is omnipotent. When he first came, he was even more difficult than this. Didn’t he survive? Now that he has a large population and has a little thin foundation, he can still survive it.

The survival of these tens of thousands is entirely related to Lu Zhili, which makes this lame man embarrassed.

Lu Zhizhi has worked very hard to read. He only slept for more than two hours a day, and his body was getting worse day by day. There were new injuries and old pains on his body, and the wind and cold cough, his waist was bent like a shrimp, and a gust of wind could blow him away.

Lu Zhili's body was indeed very weak. Although Wu Liyan had been concealing it, the Manchu young woman who was called Xiao Ye by Wu Liyan still discovered the fact that Lu Zhili coughed up blood.

Here, medicines are in short supply and are the most precious objects. In addition, people are slacking off their hearts in their throats. In such an environment, if Wu Liyan falls down, these tens of thousands of creatures will be all over.

Xiaoye removed the fabric that was about to make cotton coats for his child and sewed a sleeveless crane for Lu Zhili. Because he couldn't afford to buy cotton, he could only use reeds instead. Although this kind of thing can maintain a little body temperature, it can be heavy after wearing it for a few days, as if it was soaked in water...

"Everyone works hard, don't worry about me," Lu Zhili's face showed a sick flush, and most of his hunched body leaned on his crutch. No one dared to say how long he could last. But Lu Zhili still looked indifferent: "My body is very tough, and it won't be tight for a while..."

There was another violent cough. Lu Shili gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood that surged into his throat back to his stomach. As he spoke, there were already red patches between his lips and teeth: "Everyone helped me carry out these reeds and other things, so I can find someone to trade..."

Seeing that Lu Zhili was like this, everyone felt heavy discomfort in their hearts, and they could feel the heavy weight that this weak body had to bear. But here we can't live without Lu Zhili, and no one can replace his work. Could it be that they can only watch Wu Liyan die of exhaustion...

These bannermen can do nothing except praying devoutly for God’s blessing.

Bales of reed products were loaded into the truck and transported to the edge of the tidal flat, waiting for the buyer contacted by Wuliyan to come and buy it.

In places like Guide, they are also deeply influenced by the profit-seeking atmosphere. The reed mats woven by the Tartars are very cheap, and they do not need spare money. They can get some food such as bean, residue, rapeseed granules and can be exchanged for them. If they are loaded with a few more pieces of burlap, the Tartars can deliver several trucks of reed mats. There is no embarrassment to take advantage of the Tartars. Anyway, the Tartars need everything, whether it is an iron pot, a broken sickle or a black salt ointment, just take a little bit of money and exchange it with them. Not to mention anything else, a bag of black stone salt (16 kilograms) can be exchanged for a bag of eggs. It is very good to everyone know whether such a transaction is cost-effective.

Fortunately, they did not kill all these Tartars at the beginning, which made the people nearby benefit a lot. Although the reed products woven by the Tartars were not worth a lot of money, they would not be worth a lot of money. They would not be able to look at them. However, they were not cheap, and the output was stable, and trafficked out was also a considerable income. Especially these Tartars were very timid, and even ordinary women dared to carry a basket of bran to exchange for their eggs...

When trading, the lame man was doing things. So many Tartars didn't dare to get close, and they all looked from a distance. Only when they needed to load and unload, would they come to help tremblely, and they were more docile than the old sheep.

But everyone remembered the ferocity of the Tartars and did not give them a good look.

Winter is already very near, and the wind can blow into the bones. The thin-clothed Tartars looked at Wuliyan from afar and traded with a lot of people, trembling in the cold wind and cold air. But every time they made a deal, they were very happy and happily moved the things they needed from behind Wuliyan. No matter how vulgar things were, they were necessary for survival, extremely precious, and were all obtained by hard work.

It was not until dusk that the transaction was finally completed.

Lu Zhili never felt that his body was so weak and shaking. If it weren't for the support of a few Manchu men, he would have fallen in front of everyone.

Half of the sun in the sky was gone, only half of the egg-yolk-like halo was left, shining weakly on the group of ragged creatures on the deserted beach.

The wind is blowing.

The strong wind wrapped in sand and whipped violently on Lu Shizhizi. Several bannermen spontaneously blocked Lu Shizhizi's body, but Lu Shizhizi stood still and looked at the west side like a fool...

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a figure was staggering with the wind on his back.

As if he had been waiting for a thousand years, Lu Zhili looked at the thin figure blankly. His face suddenly turned red like a flame, and his body was trembling slightly...

All the bannermen here have always believed that Lu Shi Li is a true god full of compassion and salvation, and at least he is the messenger of the true body. For the first time, I saw this complicated look on Lu Shi Li's face. No one knows what happened.

The blue-black cloak wrapped around a woman.

After a distance of more than ten steps, Lu Shi Li finally realized who was walking in the wind and sand. I don’t know where such a huge force came from. I suddenly threw away the people around me and rushed out like crazy...

Lu Zhili fell into dust and got up desperately. His mouth and nose were covered with sand and soil. He fell down again and got up again...

No one knew what happened, nor did he understand why Uliyan, who was like a god or was simply a god, was so crazy. All the bannermen present were in agitation and helped Lu Zhili up in exclamation.

Lu Zhizhi was as stupid as he read, his eyes were all muddy. He looked at the woman who had already walked in front of him, and could only emit meaningless simple syllables in his throat: "Lin...Lin..."

The woman came from the west to the east and finally came to Lu Zhili, looking at Lu Zhili, who had already been shaking with an equally obsessive look, even her voice trembled: "Warrior Lu"

Just as the most devout believer saw the gods and Buddhas appearing, Lu Zhi roared, like a shout bursting out from his chest wall. He wanted to go over, but he fell into the soft sand again.

The woman reached out and helped Lu Zhili up half of her body, and was half kneeling, with a look of one hundred thousand tenderness and millions of lovesickness in her eyes. She stroked Lu Zhili's messy hair and took out a letter from her clothes: "I'm here..."

Lu Zhili moved his body with difficulty, and struggled to find the worn-out piece of paper from his close body that could not be seen. He held the piece of paper in front of him, and didn't know whether he was crying or laughing: "You are still here..."

Tears were so strong, but Lin Qianjin was smiling, his happiest smile. As the wind blew, the one-piece hat with his head fell down, revealing Lin Qianjin's face full of scars: "Do you still recognize me?"

Lu Zhizhi couldn't help crying: "Even if you die a hundred times, you will never forget it. You are still the former Qianjin Lin, and you are still so beautiful!"

"You are still the warrior you were back then, and I will never forget!" Lin Qianjin smiled gently, and the scar on his face became more and more hideous and terrifying.

These Manchus have heard Lu Zhili talk about it countless times. In the distant Jiangnan, there is a beautiful woman who is as beautiful as a flower and jade, who is the engagement partner of Wu Liyan. In the minds of these bannermen, the woman who can be worthy of Wu Liyan is definitely a beautiful and beautiful woman with a beautiful appearance in the country, and a gentle and virtuous lady...

The warriors have become what they are now, and the heroes admired by thousands of people have long become traitors who have been scolded by generations.

The beauty that was originally beautiful has become what she is now, and the gentle and jade-like beauty has become the seemingly unsalted Yasha.

No one knows why it turned out like this, but these are no longer important. In the minds of Lu Zhili and Qianjin Lin, as long as they can long for a long time, it is no longer important for what king's fortunes and a bright future. What kind of peerless beauty and flower moon faces are no longer important...

This dusk has become a festival in this wasteland and the most grandest festival.

Wu Liyan also has a lover and a home.

Lin Qianjin also became the first Han people to enter this wasteland and the first woman willing to live with these bannermen.

People were running around and telling each other: "Wuliyan's woman is coming, and Wuliyan's illness will be cured."

"Uliyan is no longer alone."

It seemed like a carnival, because it was simply the most grand moment. The people of the flags no longer thought about any suffering, no longer thought about any future, only joy was left.

If Uliyan could be happy, everyone would be happy, it would be that simple.

Because the lamps have to be boiled oil, the entire wasteland was dark after nightfall. That night, the first light was lit in the wasteland.

A lamp is like a bean, Lu Shuli and Lin Qianjin looked at each other, telling each other about their thoughts and sufferings since their separation.

As one of the best red girls on the Qinhuai River, they make a living by relying on this face. If they hadn't ruined this exquisite face with their own hands, they wouldn't have had the chance to come here. How could outsiders understand the hardships and hardships?

How can outsiders know the wind and frost of a weak woman from Jiangnan to the wasteland?

The cellar that is literate in Lu, the soup is bright and the careful little leaves are specially burning charcoal fire in the clay basin, making this cold and cold place full of warm spring.

There was not even a bed, just a dirt platform covered with thin and soft reeds, and a careful woman covered it with a brand new sheet.

Lin Qianjin Mosuo was wearing the sharp and sharp fork on the fork, and even the handwriting carved on the fork was the same as before.

How similar is it to when I first met?

That night, Lu Zhili's coughing was no longer so scary.

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone in, the bannermen outside had already gotten up and had already brought back several bundles of raw reeds. They were using stones to soften the raw reeds for weaving.

The Manchu young woman named Xiaoye burned hot water and carefully placed it at the door of Lu Literacy.

Lin Qianjin also heard the voices outside, and looked lazy and pressed Lu Zhili: "You are not in good health, and the cold in the morning is heavy, so I dare not get up so early..."

"I still have two golden cakes in my bag, all of which are my private money I have saved over the years, and some of the ceremonials given by the sisters on the boat." Lin Jinjin whispered: "I originally wanted to buy some dowry, but now it seems that there is no need. Let's find a way to buy some good things to replenish your body..."

It was not until the sun got up and there was a bamboo pole that the door of Lu's literacy opened.

Lu Shizhi and Lin Qianjin walked out together. Everyone looked at Wu Liyan's face and looked much better, and they were very happy. If Lu Shizhi had not persuaded him, someone would have killed the chicken to celebrate.

Wu Liyan got married. Although there were no banquets and no new ideas for red posts, we still had to celebrate such a big happy event.

"My man is so tired that he needs a good rest and raises it. I will take care of the things here first." Lin Qianjin is not a daughter. She shouted loudly with her waist on her back: "No matter how difficult life is, two meals a day cannot be missed. Look at you who are all hungry and are half-dead, how can you work? If you don't have enough food, please support yourself first. Let's find a way together..."

"How much money can you make these rags all day long? Leave them to the old man to do in the future." Lin Qianjin shouted loudly with his waist and said nothing, but he didn't look like a lady from a famous family. He just dared to scold the shrew from Sandao Street, but what he said was reasonable: "I still have some capital here. I will go out to find someone to send some carbon and thick iron billets, and then buy some tools such as hammers and shovels. A strong man quickly put a few big stoves and smashed nails for me when the time comes."
To be continued...