In the late Ming Dynasty, rising from the grassland

Chapter 55 There is finally a food crisis

"Han Jialang, you have also seen that even the warriors of our Chahar tribe have lost confidence in defeating the Jurchens and are unwilling to follow me, let alone other tribes. Alas!"

As soon as the two returned to the house on the col, Namuzhong said leisurely, with a tone full of desolation.

Although she also knew that it was almost impossible to rely on this Han family member to defeat the Jurchens and let their Chahar tribe rise again.

But now I see that I can't even subdue dozens of Chahar tribe members, and I feel very uncomfortable.

"No, Namuzhong, you have done a good job. I am very satisfied. What we need are young people with blood, not old men who are tired of war and have wives and children. As long as you can It’s enough to convince them, and I’m already full of confidence in the future!”

Lin Rui waved his hand, not only did he not have any disappointment on his face, but he was very excited.

Although Namuzhong's passionate speech just now did not win over all the Chahar people, it also gained the sworn followers of fifteen young people.

"really?"

Na Muzhong looked at him hesitantly, but felt relieved in her heart.

"Of course it's true. The soldiers are more elite than more numerous. Those bloody boys, as long as you give them hope for their goals, they will often charge and kill without fear of death. Believe me, Namu Zhong, we will definitely succeed." Lin Rui supported her. shoulders and said with determination.

"Well, Mr. Han, what should we do next?"

Perhaps influenced by Lin Rui's energetic and confident face, Na Muzhong felt a glimmer of hope in her heart, nodded and asked.

"You don't need to do anything for now, just eat and drink. When I need you, I will tell you what to do!"

As he spoke, Lin Rui picked her up and prepared to go to bed. He had already seen the value of Namu Zhong just now. In order to better control her in the future, it would be better to make her belly bigger as soon as possible.

Namuzhong looked at the Han family man, who was not much older than her son, and buried her head on his chest slightly shyly.

Compared with Han women, Mongolian women have long been accustomed to this huge age difference, especially those who are beautiful and have high status.

For example, Namu Zhong's son Ezhe immediately inherited Lin Danhan's other seven blessings after Lin Danhan's death, so his biological mother Namu Zhong could not inherit them.

The next day, the two slept until noon before Lin Rui woke up. After washing and dressing up, he was invited over by Zhang Xiuying and Mrs. Niu.

"Brother Lin, although you are young, you must take care of your body. This is the great tonic soup your sister Xiuying has prepared for you. Drink it while it's hot!"

Sister-in-law Niu picked up the beef whip soup on the table, blew on it and handed it over.

Lin Rui had no choice but to take it and drink it honestly. He felt extremely helpless. The sound insulation effect of the earthen house was very poor, and Namu Zhong was not as reserved as Zhang Xiuying and Sister Niu, but anyway, he only needed to do this kind of thing. It’s not embarrassing, it’s others who are embarrassed.

"Brother Lin, this is the list and information of those who have just joined. The registration has been completed." Zhang Xiuying saw that Lin Rui had finished his breakfast, so she took out the booklet and said.

"Oh, so fast..." Lin Rui quickly took the booklet and started reading it. After reading it, he was happy and a little disappointed at the same time.

Excluding the more than 200 injured, a total of more than 1300 new members have been added. What is gratifying is that almost all of these people are young people between the ages of 15 and 30. What is disappointing is that there is no blacksmith or doctor among these people. Almost all of them are ordinary people. common people and ordinary military households.

There are quite a few people who know some carpentry and masonry work. "Brother Lin, there are only more than 200 knives and more than [-] bows in the inventory. With so many people added now, the weapons are definitely far from enough. Each person can barely get one set of leather armor, but there is only one layer. Do you want Liu Si and the others to make those tools into weapons?" Mrs. Niu tried to ask.

"It's too troublesome to go back and forth like this, and tools are also very important." Lin Rui waved his hand.

"But we can't let those people go to fight the Tatars with hoes and shovels, right?"

"Well, let's melt our daggers and make a thousand spear heads first." Lin Rui thought about it.

Compared with long knives, spears are more effective in close combat, especially when infantry fights cavalry. There used to be no suitable gun shafts, but now you can still find them when looking for them on the mountain. And most of the daggers they are equipped with They are only used to cut meat and eat it. Now that there is a lack of weapons, it is too wasteful.

"Okay then, I will ask everyone to hand in all the daggers later, and the inventory should be about the same as what was seized this time." Mrs. Niu nodded.

"Well, there's no need to hand in those Mongolian girls."

Those Mongolian girls have to go out for reconnaissance and often eat and sleep in the open. The dagger is still very useful, not to mention that they are not used to using chopsticks yet.

"Brother Lin, now that there are so many people, we may not have enough food and meat to eat, and there is not much tea left. Fortunately, we can make the salt ourselves now, so we don't have to worry about it anymore."

After seeing the two of them discussing weapons and equipment, Zhang Xiuying said with a worried look.

"Didn't we seize so much grain and dried meat from Kashgar last time? Then we bought so many cattle and sheep, how could there not be enough food?" Sister Niu asked in surprise. Apparently she had not paid much attention to this piece of food. .

Lin Rui also didn't take care of it much. Zhang Xiuying has always been in charge. Now that she heard that she didn't have enough to eat, he hurriedly asked: "How long can the current situation last?"

"In two months at most, the dried meat and grain will have to be eaten, and the tea may only last half a month." Zhang Xiuying replied, obviously thinking about it in her mind.

"Two months is enough. As for the tea, it will be gone if you don't drink it!" Lin Rui was relieved when he heard that it could last for two months and waved his hands.

"No, Brother Lin, people can't just eat meat and grain, but also eat vegetables regularly, otherwise they will get sick over time. If there are no vegetables, you can still drink tea. That's why the Tatars on the grassland can't live without it. Tea for us Han people.”

Zhang Xiuying hurriedly explained that this was what she had heard before, and it was later confirmed by those Mongolian girls. She thought it couldn't be false.

"It's true, it's a real problem."

Lin Rui slapped his forehead and realized that Zhang Xiuying was not innocent, but that the human body really needs to supplement vitamins regularly, otherwise it will cause scurvy.

"Well, we should still have some beans, right? From now on, we won't use them to feed Ma Tui tofu, but use them to grow bean sprouts. If we organize some people to go to the mountains every day to look for wild vegetables, we can almost deal with it."

Lin Rui thought for a while and found a solution.

"Well, then I'll go and ask later to see if any sisters know how to grow bean sprouts and know wild vegetables."

"Pfft! Sister Xiuying, look at what you said. I don't know about bean sprouts, but when it comes to recognizing wild vegetables, who else can't recognize them besides you?" Sister-in-law Niu said with a smile.

After solving these trivial matters, the two went out to work. Lin Rui took the book and began to think about the organization. The number of people almost tripled. It must be reorganized properly, otherwise it will be such a muddle-headed practice. It is not easy to manage and will also affect the performance of combat effectiveness.

(End of this chapter)