open sea

Chapter 824 Manor
After crossing the Baima River and walking eastward for another six days, Ding Hai and his party could no longer walk along the official road.

The road to the east is not as lonely as people imagined, the team lags behind the army, and along the way, there will be people who arrived earlier cutting wood and chiseling stones, using local materials to build their new villages, and let him see himself colleagues in Asia.

Although I knew in Changsheng County that I would get a thousand acres of land, including Xu Jin, who led the team, did not know where their land was. The closer the immigrants were to their destination, the more nervous they felt.

Afraid of getting lost, and also afraid of bad ground.

However, Lin Hu'er thought about it comprehensively. The Qianhu who arrived here earlier ordered them to deviate from the official path, and the soldiers who led the way were guerrilla soldiers under the banner of the Eastern Army.

"Where are you from, Jizhen? I'm from Pingyuan, I've never been to Beizhi, I've only heard about it."

The young Guerrilla Banner Army is the youngest son of You Shuai Lin Manjue's hometown. He looks immature without a few beards on his face. He is talkative and friendly beyond Ding Hai's expectations. Don't worry, the land you have been allocated is very good, it used to be a plantation for Westerners."

Ding Hai and the heads of several immigrant households didn't quite understand it, and in the end it was he, the lieutenant, who asked instead of everyone: "Plantation?"

The guerrilla flag soldier wore a dirty green cloak and carried a long and heavy gun on his shoulders. He walked ahead briskly and said with a smile: "Well, sometimes they fence the land, sometimes they don't. , just like the piece of land you shared, surrounded by low hills, and a few watchtowers on the hills can trap the natives inside and cannot escape."

"At first, their army captured people to work for these plantation owners. Later, they used the law to force everyone around them to work for them for four months a year. Two months ago, there were more than [-] people working in that plantation , it’s very prosperous—it’s just three villages ahead, and I can sleep there tonight.”

There were still two mud marks on the guerrilla army's face, and he sniffed and said, "Everything is ready-made over there. There is a villa with more than forty houses in the village. There are stables and birdhouses. There are gardens and borders behind the village. There is a sugar mill on it, and there are low stone walls outside the village, all of which are beautifully decorated."

Hearing the guerrilla army's description, Ding Hai didn't know what to say for a moment. This was completely different from the wilderness he imagined. It sounded like everything had been prepared by the Westerners, and it was easier than buying a shop in China.

"It's so good, why don't they want it?"

The guerrillas swung their axes to cut off the bushes blocking the road. Hearing this, he gave his hands a pause and said with a smile, "I want to come. It's a long story."

"The former commander-in-chief and the Western Army met in the canyon. Our General Lin took the back route of the Western Army. General Zeng led us to go straight to Mexico City. The local people responded to the rebellion, but they were red-eyed and wanted to kill everyone. Let's get out."

"With the flames of war, the people of the Western Kingdom are only concerned about fleeing. Who cares about this garden? This owner is a nobleman who is not well received in the country. He is a high-ranking official. He looks young in his early thirties. Perhaps his ancestors were high-ranking officials before. Son?"

"The western army fought in the canyon for only three days before being repelled by Chen Shuai. Lin Shuai was afraid that I would run into thousands of defeated troops, so we scattered. More than forty servants and maidservants fled to the east, and it was raining a few times, so we lived in."

The little guerrilla army had a pity on their faces when they talked about this. It was really because they were riding horses and driving carts, and they, the infantry, couldn't catch up. They were still fighting at that time, and if they were intercepted, they could make a fortune.

"Later, I was besieged with Western Army scouts in the garden for half a month. They didn't dare to attack us and didn't want to leave. We waited until the peace was negotiated. The border line has not yet been settled. The owner of the garden has come twice, and the first time he brought a team of Western Army. Snatch it back and get beaten away."

"The second time I came here to send someone to deliver a letter, saying that his wife who had smallpox was buried in the backyard of Zhuangzi. It happened six or seven years ago. We just let a few people in and asked them to move the grave away. It seems that he returned to China later—— Anyway, that’s the border between the two countries now.”

Ding Hai looked back at his wife, and then said to the guerrilla army: "This kind of, the story of the plantation owner is also very pitiful. You said that he is only in his 30s now. Six or seven years ago, the woman in the family was only in her 20s and suffered from smallpox. Dead? Too bad."

"Don't pity him!"

The guerrilla soldier put down his gun and spat into the ground, filled with righteous indignation: "You don't know how dirty you are, but you will know when you get there. There are more than 200 households in the village of the plantation and there are 23 children of him!"

"After crossing the Zhuangyuan Bridge, it is not easy to find a village without mixed blood in the south."

To be honest, Ding Hai doesn’t know much about the Western Kingdom and Asia. He only knows that Daming is fighting the Western Kingdom intermittently overseas, and he doesn’t know why. gadgets.

Asia means mystery and wealth, so much so that the imperial court ordered the vagrants in four provinces, and he was not among the vagrants, but he brought his family here.

Only when I arrived in Asia did I realize that many things here are different from what I imagined.

Who has ever seen the matter of making birds exterminate humans?
Get off the boat and send a thousand acres of land to the manor, who has seen it?
The guerrilla army pointed their fingers and thought about what else they had not told Ding Hai, and suddenly said as if they had thought of something: "By the way, there are two more things. One is that there are holes punched by the Western Army on the low wall of Zhuangzi. The roof of the house was smashed out by the tiger squatting cannon, you should remember to mend it, otherwise it will not leak, sometimes it will rain several times a day."

"The second thing is to guard against sneak attacks by the enemy. I heard that you guys are from the Nine Borders Army, so you should know what a border is. This land is chaotic, and the Westland Plantation is only one mile away. Be careful. "

Ding Hai blinked: "How far?"

There is a deserted wilderness for more than ten miles outside the Great Wall. He thought that the so-called border is like that. Now you tell me that the "border" is only one mile away?
The guerrilla army looked very serious, and said: "Yes, within one mile, there is a low hill. To the east of the low hill is another plantation of the Westerners. It mainly grows cotton. Before the peace talks, few of us dared to fight east. Their garrison Don’t dare to go west, the border is settled like this.”

As he spoke, he pouted slightly, waved his hands and said, "However, our commander-in-chief and the commander-in-chief of the Western Kingdom, Alva, haven't talked about exactly where the border line is. Our General Lin said that there is no border in this world that has been negotiated, even if the army ceases fighting. There will be no shortage of conflicts on the border, and in the end it all depends on skill."

"You are at the very front, they can shoot you over by placing their guns on the top of the hill... What is that?"

When they said this, they had passed through the land between the two villages. In the middle of this adjacent village, the immigrant people used wooden pillars and planks to build huts to shelter themselves from the rain. Several young and strong people were busy in the middle of the village. While digging a well, a cavalryman in bright armor led his horse towards the village.

"Brothers, bring a pot of water to drink... The military government has sent a message that the commander-in-chief has sent troops forward to fight for everyone! Order the people from all over the country to build five miles of dirt roads in the villages as soon as possible, so that the imperial court can replenish farm tools and trade goods in the villages in the future."

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)