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Chapter 1184 Dingjiazhuang

"A little to the left, a little to the left, yes, it's right."

Wearing primary-color tanned buckskin trousers, the long-term worker from North Asia stepped on a wooden ladder and hung a plaque in front of the newly built wooden archway at the gate of the manor. The three characters Dingjiazhuang were written in the center of the plaque.

Ding Hai supported the newly engraved town earth and stone beside him, and looked up at the plaque with his arms folded. The rubbing on the town earth and stone was the handwriting of Fu Yuan, the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Army. The No. [-] Brigade and Food Supply Station of the Eastern Army's Baibadao' is full of dragons and phoenixes.

"I've been busy digging trenches and setting up the village wall before, and I finally erected this plaque. Let's walk around and go back to the village. It's so cold that people's ears will freeze off."

Ding Hai looked back at the archway with satisfaction, and finally he was willing to look away, and cupped his fists at the busy North Asian dealers around him, saying: "Thanks to all of you for your hard work recently, I have finished my work. I ordered the women in the village to prepare small dumplings with mutton broth, remember the dried shrimps that everyone scooped up last month? We ate them all today."

"I really can't find sea cucumbers, so I can only put some sole fish, also called flounder, which looks weird, but the meat is very fresh...It should be wrapped later, and I will continue to work after dinner in the afternoon. Let's see if there is any game for foraging. The dealers are divided into two groups. One group will practice infantry with me, and the other group will learn to fight with the second village master. Watch the battle in the Northeast sooner or later. We veterans can also contribute to the imperial court and bring back some horses."

Ding Hai said that he was happy. The military rations of the Dongyang Military Mansion were stored in Dingjiazhuang, but military rations, no matter how well prepared they are, their purpose is not to be delicious. How could they be better?
Others eat dry pancakes with miso, while Beiyang Qijun eat sour plum appetizers, dry pancakes, hot rice and canned sauerkraut and beef.

The soldiers in Beiyang almost vomited after eating military rations, let alone those immigrants who couldn’t even eat military rations. They only ate some millet, potato flour, and cornmeal steamed buns. They encountered storms during the voyage. I lost some food when I got up, but no one was killed. If the rations are short, people will have to live more nervously on the boat.

It has been nearly two months since he went ashore, and Ding Hai still feels choked when he sees sweet potatoes.

I was hungry at that time, and there was not enough water and food, so everyone figured out a way to endure hunger, don’t drink water after eating sweet potatoes and potatoes... Everyone thinks that drinking water after eating will flush the contents of the stomach, and if it goes down, it will come back again. Are you hungry?
However, after arriving in Bordeaux, their food was pretty good. The fresh meat was eaten by Chen Jiujing's troops, and the immigrants lived a life of canned beef every day.

But for North Asian dealers, it doesn't matter what they eat. They can understand the words Gao and Tang, and no one knows what it means when they are put together.

The main thing is to look forward to big, there is no need to know what to eat, the farmers are good at observing today's food from the owner's demeanor.

They knew this iron law on the border of North Asia. As long as the immigrants from Ming Dynasty say that the food is not very delicious, it must be very delicious; The plate was chewed.

Speaking of this, I have to mention the envy of the North Asian immigrants to the European natives. They just use the hard bread bowl?Serving Daming’s food, you can really chew the bowl after eating, but the porcelain bowls used by Daming immigrants are not so good, and you can’t taste it.

There are only three real veterans in this Dingjiazhuang, Ding Hai, Dunjun Ding Lu, and Dunjun Wang Yang. The latter two are the younger brother and wife brother of the owner Ding Hai. He is a native of North Asia. In Ding Hai's eyes, he can be a shooter with proper training, but right now there are only seven people who can go with him to spy on the enemy's camp at night.

This kind of scale is just right, and it was the same when entering the small Mongolian camp before the night was not closed. They were all small-scale two or three people, without armor, wearing cape jackets and hiding small ox horn bows, carrying quenched arrows into the enemy camp late at night, and found horses within three or five steps Shoot over to cooperate with the army's actions.

Stealth, swiftness, and bravery are their main skills.

Of course, there are abilities like fighting, but they are not outstanding. One fight without armor is already very powerful, and often these people have martial arts, but they have no use for them. The chieftain is okay, but once he is discovered, he will face a deadly situation where he will fight ten.

Relatively speaking, what is more important is the skill of touching the thief's side, and the courage to meet the four eyes without being frightened.

Ding Hai knew very well that his dealers were not ready for more dangerous things.

Behind the archway is the low wall of Dingjiazhuang. Outside the manor that belonged to which nobleman, Ding Hai and the others built a low wall of earth and wood with a height of half a person to surround the village. He also planned to build two ditches outside the low wall. One is to divert the river to protect the village, and the other is to lay barbs and sinkholes.

However, counting women and children in Zhuangzi, there are no more than a hundred people. The project is too huge, and the fields will be planted in the spring. They alone will have to wait until next autumn to complete this work, so they only built a low wall. A ferry was built to leave a boat, and when they found a large number of enemy troops moving, they withdrew to Henan.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, all the farmers in leather trousers and cotton jackets were reluctant to move. Ding Hai didn't think that the French with thin clothes and famine would mobilize troops at this time.

But he was wrong, he was really smart.

The dealers sat in rows facing the table, clutching wooden chopsticks, waiting for the broth and dumplings to come out of the pot. The small bell brought out from the monastery on the bank when the Zhuangzi immigrated to the north was suddenly struck continuously, and there was a sudden sound from a distance. It was not a tall horse, but a small Spanish donkey. On the back of the donkey was Ding Hai's brother-in-law Wang Yang. Just after riding the archway, he couldn't bear the speed of the little donkey and jumped off.

"Brother-in-law, a group of beggars are coming from the north!"

Needless to say, this little donkey was dressed up beautifully by Dingjiazhuang. He was wearing a purple calico padded jacket, his tail was tied with various strips of cloth, braided into braids, and a bell was hanging on it. .

Everyone in the village was staring at the big pots in the middle of the courtyard. The women and children were busy waiting for the dumplings to come out of the pot. Ding Hai held his chopsticks and looked at his wife and brother who ran into the village and said, "Beggar?"

"It's not easy to live on the border. There is a famine in the north. I can help a little by preparing cornmeal for them."

As soon as Ding Hai finished speaking, Wang Yang, who was running out of breath, supported his knees and said: "It's not brother-in-law, they look like beggars, but they are all armed with swords, spears and muskets. Maybe they are thieves who came to grab food. There are more than 60 people, eight miles away from Zhuangzhuang, maybe six or seven miles away, and we can see them soon."

Snapped!
The sharply shaved wooden chopsticks were slapped on the table, Ding Hai got up and said: "We have lived outside the mouth for seven years, and the northern captive cavalry has robbed us. These beggars dare to come, and the children are still in a daze. What to do, the women and children drove the livestock into the fort, and all the men opened the arsenal and armed themselves—guarding Zhuangzi.”

　Happy New Year!

　　Good morning!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)