After the day of work, Zhang Zhiqiao felt soreness in his waist and legs, and almost collapsed on the bed. His wife Mei was still helping the kitchen with the big pot stove. Every household has no time to get up the house and build the stove. They live in wooden and grass sheds. The children are also doing farm work such as weeding and sheeping. They only spent an hour and a half to learn to read with the sergeant, and according to the order of the Bachelor's Mansion, they were given a lunch.

Zhang Pu never felt that farming was so tiring. The sergeant strictly required the fixed number of crops required by the farming and herdsmanship. The number of crops planted in the first year was determined by the damn sergeant, sorghum, wheat, soybeans, and peanuts. These things were ordered by the sergeant to be planted at a distance that had never been used. The spacing of similar crops, the spacing of different crops, and the depth of the plows under the fields of different crops were also different. The damn sergeant held a wooden ruler to measure bit by bit. If the requirements were not met, he would rework, scold, or even be whipped. But Zhang Pu was still a little happy. He used horses and iron plows to reclaim wasteland, which was much easier. Seeing the thick soil rolling on both sides of the plowshare like waves, as if it was fertile like oil, he felt a sense of comfort from the bottom of his heart.

"It's really not a job for people." Feng Fa is a good man in the village to handle crops. Now he is being taught how to farm, but he touches the calluses on his hands. "These are not humans, I hope they are right." He took out a bag of sorghum rice from the corner of the straw shed, and carefully scooped a few bowls into a small bag. This is tomorrow's food. Tonight, he will have ten paper tickets. The family of five will eat at the big stove with paper tickets. They save firewood at their own home and also make it convenient. Many households paid rations for ten days at a time, but Feng Fa still paid rations for the next day with extra caution.

In front of Zhang Mei, who was in charge of the stove, Feng Fa carefully poured the rations into the large jar and received tomorrow's meal tickets. At this time, a group of soldiers came over with the food. Feng Fa greeted with gratitude: "General Jian." He avoided the road. He knew that Jian Cheng was an official. If he were an official from the Liao court, Feng Fa was afraid that he would have knelt beside the road at this time, so he would not dare to say hello. Jian Cheng nodded to him and poured the rations for the lunch of the school children into the big jar with the soldiers.

In the central army tent, Zhao Xingde sat in the middle, Jin Changtai and Wang Tongdeng sat on the left, opposite Xu Detai and others. Zhao Xingde smiled and said, "There are a lot of things here to be done. When you are working hard, I hope you don't think it's a slow and slow." After saying that, he picked up the teacup and respected each other.

Xu Detai smiled and said, "Where, where." After drinking the tea in the cup, he sighed, "In just over a month, General Zhao has built this place, which is really beyond the reach of brothers." He was here to invite Zhao Xingde to join the Liaodong Han army leaders to join the alliance. He was about to explain his purpose, but the Jurchens of Yalu River also stared at him and said, "Zhao Xingde, this place was originally the place of our Jurchen tribe in Yalu River. You have occupied it without any clarity. You must have an explanation." He slapped the teacup heavily on the table, picked up a piece of crispy cheese and chewed it in his mouth, and cursed, "There is no wine or meat, are you treating the distinguished guests like this?"

Xu Detai did not expect that the Jurchens had a sudden attack and had a bad face. The Jurchen tribes of the Yalu River tribes have also been recruited by Wanyan Jin Kingdom recently. Eri was originally just a small tribe leader in the Yalu River East, but now they are arrogant. Thinking of the fact that they have to win over the Jurchen tribes to do big things in Liaodong, Xu Detai frowned and said, "Eri, please wait a moment, let me discuss the alliance first."

But he slapped the table and stared at him, "Xu Detai, why do you tell me first?" The Jurchens used to have very few distinctions in their ranks, and they called each other directly, but in recent times, they have distinguished themselves from their ranks and honored all the people of all tribes. But he pretended to be stupid and called them by Xu Detai and others. He stood up, patted the scimitar on his waist, and stared at Zhao Xingdedao, "This place is our Jurchens. You either quit or compensate us for the food and cloth!" He believed that the Jurchens of the Jin Kingdom were supporting him, and his voice became thicker.

Zhao Xingde put the teacup on his back, but did not talk to his forehead. He turned to ask Xu Detai and said, "San Xu, we are discussing the alliance, what should we do with this Jurchen?" He didn't even look at his forehead, and he was already extremely contemptuous. He also stared at him, his eyes seemed to be about to spit out fire, and he was breathing heavily.

Xu Detai hurriedly said, "The Jawchen tribe of the Yalu River is also bullied by the Liao Kingdom. Now our Han army is joining forces to fight against Liao, and Eryi Mouke is going to strengthen his momentum." He said, while standing up and laughing, "Eri Mouke, if you have something to say, sit down and say it slowly."

"Let Zhao Xingde explain it clearly first!" He patted his scabbard again in his forehead and looked at everyone present with contempt.

The scene suddenly became very nervous, and Jin Changtai's eyes were filled with worry. Although the various tribes of the Yalu River Jurchen tribes were far away from Wanyan Jinguo, they were their same tribes after all. If there was a conflict between the two sides, it might cause big trouble. Wang Tongdeng slapped the table and stood up, shouting at his forehead: "White teeth on the air, why don't you say that Taibai Mountain is yours?"

Her forehead also smiled arrogantly, "Taibai Mountain and Yalu River were originally my Jurchens."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Xingde opened his voice and said, "Uh, it's wrong for you to say that. This is the old place of the Han people. As far as I know, King Zhao of Yan established Liaodong County a thousand and hundreds of years ago, and the Andong Protectorate was established during the Tang Dynasty to govern this place. Emperor Taizong of Tang wrote a poem here, "The moon is bright at the beginning, and the clarity shines on the Liao stele." How can it be said that it is your Jurchen?" He said it slowly, and after he finished speaking, he took a sip of tea. Wang Tongdeng shouted: "That's right! Why is it said that it is the Jurchen place? I say that it is the Han people!" Jin Changtai nodded with a smile and said intimately, Xingzhi was much more powerful than me in his usual hard study. If this Jurchen person wants to drop his book bag with him, he may have a big head.

This place in Liaodong has always been a place of various races. Now that the Jurchens are in full swing, their foreheads are just extortions. After hearing Zhao Xingde's slow rebuttal, he couldn't help but become angry and pulled out a scimitar and slashed on the desk, shouting: "Look at your quarrel, I am still my Jurchen's sharp knife!"

Zhao Xingde suddenly stood up and pulled out the horizontal knife from his waist. Without waiting for Xu Detai to dissuade him, he slashed the scimitar in his forehead. He subconsciously raised the knife to greet him. Both of them tried their best, and they heard the sound of "ding" that shocked everyone's ears in the tent. Zhao Xingde's sting was astonishing, and he staggered back half a step in his forehead. The scimitar was cut open with a huge gap, and even Xu Detai and others next to him could see clearly.

Xu Detai was shocked, and the Jurchens who accompanied him in his forehead immediately pulled out the scimitar. Jin Changtai and Wang Tongdeng stood up almost at the same time and pulled out the horizontal knife. The sound was heard outside the central army tent. Du Chujiao lifted the curtain and rushed into the tent with more than a dozen sword and shield soldiers, drawing out the horizontal knife to surround the guests. Xu Detai and several Han soldiers sat down and did not dare to act rashly. Everyone looked at Zhao Xingde. Du Chujiao wanted to get the military order. Xu Detai wanted to be a peacemaker, and his forehead was also back to his back with his personal soldiers, holding the scimitar in both hands, looking at Zhao Xingde in surprise, and secretly regretted: "The Han people did not do anything at all."

At this point, Zhao Xingde had already taken back the blade and smiled and said, "Whose knife is sharp, I will know after trying it." Just now, he heard the sound of the scimitar slashing the table in his forehead, and knew that the iron of the scimitar casting was rather brittle and hard, not tough enough, and easy to break, not as good as the scimitar. After everyone in the tent saw clearly that Zhao Xingde used had no gap at all, he took the horizontal knife back into the sheath, sat down, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

He stood there, either desperately or sitting down. He felt blushing and stared at Zhao Xingde, as if he was about to swallow him alive. At this time, Xu Detai quickly tried to smooth things over and said with a smile on his face: "General Zhao is just a joke. Xia Guo's sword is the best in the world, so it is naturally extremely sharp." He reached out and pulled his forehead gently and whispered: "Mr. Mouke, sit down quickly, General Zhao is joking."

Zhao Xingde held the teacup with a smile on the opposite side, and his eyes seemed to be about to spit out fire from his forehead. In the end, he thought that the big thing was important and sat down angrily. After the two Jurchens sat down, Du Chujiao looked at Zhao Xingde. Seeing that he nodded slightly, he retreated with his sword and shield.

Seeing that his forehead was still shameless, Zhao Xingde secretly said that the Jurchens were also very delicate. It seemed that they had to get involved in the Han army alliance, and they could not drive them away. While thinking about countermeasures, he listened to Xu Detai. Miss Han would arrive in Liaodong soon. Therefore, the leaders of the Han army camps in Liaodong decided to join forces to integrate the troops of each camp, preparing to welcome Miss Han to retake Liaodong, and elect a leader. Xu Detai said that the Liaodong villages had been deserted for a long time. In the past month, the villages had attracted a lot of young and strong people to raise trouble, but they were unable to train. Zhao Xingde asked some soldiers to help the villages train.

Jin Changtai asked, "Since Miss Han is back, will you still recommend the leader of the alliance?" He bowed to Xu Detai, "Who does Xu Sandang's family want to be the position of leader?"

Xu Detai smiled and said, "The Han family is the co-head of my Han people in Liaodong. The eldest lady is the only blood of the marshal. Naturally, she has great respect. However, the soldiers and wars are in danger. The eldest lady cannot be held personally and mingled with us fighting men, so she has to choose another leader. The position of the leader was agreed by the heads of the villages, and it is not something Xu can control."

Seeing that he had a little forced answer, Zhao Xingde did not ask questions, and thought that the Han army would be in alliance before Miss Han came back. He smiled and said, "We all know the loyalty of the Wang Dazhuo to Miss Han. Sending soldiers to assist the Han army in training is not a big problem. There is a saying that brothers look down on the wall to defend against their insults. Now it is a troublesome. We, the Han people in Liaodong, must work together to seek life from this dangerous situation."

Xu Detai's face changed slightly, and he forced a smile and said, "General Zhao is saying, right." Then he looked worried again.
Chapter completed!