The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 389 Goodbye Yuantong

If you were to ask which garrison this time the immigrants came from,
It still has to be Guazhouwei!

Guazhouwei was also a severely affected area by sandstorms, with the largest number of immigrants and a severe shortage of food supplies.

If Guazhouwei is unwilling to send laborers to Ganluchuan, they will not receive relief grain from Ganluchuan.

Ever since.

Before the winter wheat planting season in early August of the lunar calendar, nearly 40,000 immigrants from 10,000 households were sent to Ganluchuan.

Regarding the resettlement of these people, Chief Gu and others had many concerns:
“General, 40,000 men is more than twice the number of our garrison troops and their families combined. We know nothing about these men. If we let them live together in the city, it could easily cause trouble.”

Gan Minglan stated:
"They don't need to live with the military families! Let them live in scattered villages on the land that will be reclaimed. They can use farm tools, wheat seeds, and livestock as they please. Each household will be given five mu of land to start with, and each household will be given five shi of grain in advance. Fruits and vegetables will also be provided free of charge."

"General!"

"With these five bushels of grain, we have no fear that they will be unwilling to cultivate the wasteland!"

"Hehe, we still need to have a good talk with these people. Ganluchuan is not like Guazhouwei. There are no wheat fields buried in yellow sand here."

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The immigrants never expected that Ganluchuan would be such a wonderful place.

As far as the eye can see, besides the majestic snow-capped mountains, there are vast pastures.

The livestock on the pasture were so fat they were practically dripping with oil.

Those pregnant horses and camels are so enviable.

The sheep, fattened up on dog rice grass, have already gained weight for autumn.

What made them happiest was...

Here, snowmelt from the mountains converges to form rivers and lakes.

The meltwater from the glacier is clear and sweet.

Compared to the irrigation canals of Guazhouwei, the access to drinking water here is not very convenient.

I fell in love with this wonderful place as soon as I arrived.

Upon inquiring, it turned out to be true.

The garrison general of Ganluchuan was a formidable figure.

The tasks are easy, but the benefits are plentiful.

There are also jobs like carrying bricks at construction sites in the new city.

The soldiers stationed at the garrison were spreading the following propaganda:

"Working near home, the minimum wage for a handyman is fifty coins a day, while the best craftsmen earn two hundred coins a day, payable on a daily basis!"

Hear this.

Gasps of surprise rippled through the immigrants.

"How merciful! The general of Ganluchuan is so merciful! He is actually willing to give us five shi of grain in advance, which has truly saved the lives of my whole family of six."

"The task of clearing five acres of wasteland is not heavy. Our family of five only needs two horses, and we can clear it in half a month."

"Sir, where do we get our grain? Hurry up and take us to the land distribution area so we can finish planting the winter wheat sooner and go to the construction site to carry bricks."

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Amidst these repeated urgings...

A tall man, eight feet tall, with messy stubble and skinny as a skeleton, patted the bottom of a sallow-skinned child with a drooping head on his back.

"Junior brother, don't sleep anymore, there's food to eat."

"Grumpy"

When it comes to eating, this eight-foot-tall man's stomach starts rumbling.

The child on her back whimpered weakly twice.

Unlike most immigrants, the two brothers were assigned to Ganluchuan shortly after arriving in Guazhouwei.

The older one isn't very bright.

The smaller one even got sick on the way and practically grew onto the older one's back.

The last time the two of them had a proper meal was two months ago.

They caught five rabbits, and the smaller one insisted that the larger one roast it over a fire.

Half-cooked, bland and tasteless, it was just enough to fill my stomach.

After that, the chances of catching prey on the road were not many, and most of the time they had to fill their stomachs with wild fruits they picked. They almost starved to death on the road.

At this time, upon hearing that Ganluchuan would provide meals, they were to distribute five shi of grain to each household in advance.

The big guy, who wasn't very bright, immediately realized that he and his fellow disciples had come to the right place.

The correct answer comes later.

When welcoming these immigrants, General Gan not only had his cooks serve them steaming hot new wheat buns, but also slaughtered five hundred sheep to make mutton soup for them.

I sincerely hope that the immigrants can feel the warmth of Ganluchuan.

Feel.

I really felt it.

I haven't had the taste of a full bowl of white flour buns in ages!
The eight-foot-tall man stood out conspicuously among the crowd of people carrying steamed buns.

Without it.

This guy was holding four steamed buns in each hand.

It had two more in its mouth.

Those around him were stunned by his fierce appearance.

Even the aunties who were handing out steamed buns didn't dare to scold him.

That's it, it's not over yet.

No one can eat a steamed bun the size of an adult's fist in three bites, right?
This guy is perfect!
His mouth seemed to lead directly to his stomach.

One for every three people!
One for every three people!
Everyone just watched as he snatched a steamed bun from the front of the line, handed one to the child on his back, and then ate it as he walked.

Before they even reached the back of the line, they had already devoured all nine steamed buns.

Other immigrants preferred to crowd around the mutton soup area.

But he went and joined the queue for steamed buns for the second time.

They were astonished by what they saw of Lu Ye, Lü Chen, Hu Tou, and the others who were in charge of maintaining order.

Lu Ye looked on with adoration:

"Father Ang said that if you can eat, you can work! That big guy who can only eat three bites of a steamed bun must have real skills. Why don't we take him to the head of the family to take a look?"

The young guards wholeheartedly agreed.

Among their hundred personal guards, Tiger Head was the biggest eater and also the strongest.

Ever since.

After lunch, Gan Minglan met this ruthless man who supposedly ate fifteen steamed buns in one go!
The ruthless man patted his bulging belly and said to Gan Minglan, "I'm strong, I can work!"

Gan Minglan: "."

He seems a bit dim-witted.

Just as she was about to say something, the little boy on the back of the dim-witted man exclaimed in surprise upon seeing Gan Minglan's face: "Kind benefactor!"

What?
A kind benefactor?
Even the eight-foot-tall man was stunned.

His master and junior brother used to talk about this kind benefactor the most.

Two years ago, he went down the mountain to buy grain and was tricked into joining the gang of a leader of displaced people.

After they realized he was skilled in martial arts, they tricked him by saying they were going to rob a landlord of grain without paying any money.

As a result, he was fooled by this group of people for two months.

Finally, a member of the gang whose life he had once saved couldn't bear to see him being deceived and persuaded him to escape back to the mountain in the middle of the night.

If it weren't for the kind benefactor leaving food for his junior brother and master before leaving, they would have starved to death on the mountain.

Before his death, his master repeatedly instructed him to repay the kindness of the benefactor who saved his life whenever he had the chance.

After burying their master, the fellow apprentices also lost their families.

After that, they decided to head northwest.

Unexpectedly, I met my benefactor today!

Gan Minglan finally remembered the big-headed little Taoist priest: "Yuantong, it's you, Yuantong! Child, how did you end up in Guanzhong? Where's your master?"

"Waaah, kind benefactor, my master passed away half a year ago! Only my senior brother and I are left."

Yuantong is six years old this year.

The precocious boy eloquently recounted his and his senior's escape journey, bringing tears to the eyes of the chubby boy who had rushed over upon hearing the news.
(End of this chapter)