Three days later.

Official warehouse of Yiner Bay, the north bank of Tianjin Canal.

Huang Ming, the Qiangu of Tianjin Zuowei, was sitting leisurely beside the burning fire, watching the heavy snow like goose feathers outside.

It is the freezing season and the canal transportation in the south has stopped.

However, in the warehouses behind him that were almost invisible to the end, there was no food transported to the capital before the sealing river. This was the largest transit warehouse in the canal. It was called a million warehouse at that time, which meant it was enough to accommodate millions of stones. In fact, it reached a maximum of 1.8 million stones, which was also the meaning of the existence of the three guards in Tianjin. His ancestors were sent here by Yongle to guard the million warehouses, and Tianjin City was also built for this.

"Thinking back then, my ancestors were also unworthy of the courage of thousands of men!"

He started bragging again.

The soldiers around who had heard it countless times quickly filled up smiling faces, listening with great energy as if they had heard it for the first time.

A group of coolies pushing cars outside were walking by, transporting food to the capital.

Although the river has been closed and those stripped boats cannot be left, vehicles can still be transported, but the transportation volume is not that large.

But that also has luck.

All the grain in the capital can be counted on these warehouses.

These coolies are the original boatmen, and no one can tell where they came from, but most of them are poor farmers in Shandong. They can't live in their hometowns and go north to make a living with the canal boat. As for whether there are fugitives and fugitives who have committed crimes, no one knows this.

And no one cared about it.

They really don't matter now, they just give them some life and will not starve to death.

When we reach the river, these boatmen are extremely important. The canal boats that turn from Sancha River can reach Yangcun as far as the tide is, the farthest tide is to Sanyang, Yangcun, Yangliuqing, and Yangfengang. From Yangcun to the north is countercurrent. The wind direction is good and sails can be used. If the wind direction is bad or encounters shallows, it depends entirely on these boatmen. In fact, many times, these boatmen pull the grain transport ship from Yangcun to Zhangjiawan.

Two hundred miles of road were pulled over step by step.

A coolie outside pushed the cart with difficulty and walked forward in the snow. The snowflakes completely covered his head, with only two eyes still exposed.

But he still pushed the heavy grain truck forward with difficulty.

"Hurry up, haven't you eaten? I'm sorry for you. I'm late to give you my errands!"

Huang Qianhu shouted.

The coolie's companion who was pulling a cart in front of him quickly turned around and wiped his face and smiled at him...

"Don't worry, General, be kind-hearted, you will definitely be promoted step by step."

Coolie said.

"You can talk!"

Huang Qianhu said with satisfaction.

In fact, he had no power, so he could only enjoy it like this. However, giving these people this life was indeed equivalent to pitying them, because at this time most of the boatmen had no livelihoods and could only rely on the little money they earned during the river opening season, and many of them were hard-working together. There were a large number of boatmen every year because they could not stand this winter, but in the spring of the next year, more refugees who could not survive in their hometown came to eat the food by the canal.

They are like weeds.

In this cold winter, those who struggle to wait for spring will die.

In this season, any job opportunity is life-saving to them, no matter how hard the job is.

Because there is no such source, they are likely to starve to death.

The government will occasionally provide relief, and gentry also provide relief, but the purpose of relief is not to allow them to have a meal, but not to starve too much to avoid insufficient refugees coming in the coming year and delaying the transportation of canal and commerce. In other words, it is acceptable to starve to death.

Suddenly there was a neighing from the horse outside.

Then the sound of horse hooves came.

Huang Qianhu raised his head in confusion.

The next moment, dozens of horses suddenly emerged from the wind and snow, rushed in with the blank gaze of the gate guards, and rushed straight in front of him with cold wind and snowflakes. Huang Qianhu thought it was from Tianjin City, so he quickly stood up and walked forward, and at the same time the battle in front suddenly took it. The obvious war horse was standing up, and Huang Qianhu quickly flashed, but at the same time, a cold light flashed in front of him. Before he could wake up, a long sword pressed on his neck...

"Don't throw it away!"

The man on the horse's back shouted.

At the same time, everyone who had stopped behind him immediately showed their three-eyed guns.

"Don't, don't, throw it away!"

Huang Ming said tremblingly.

The soldiers under his command quickly threw away their weapons honestly.

These are all military households of the Left Guard in Tianjin. They pretend to behave with weapons. They have to be almost two hundred years old and don’t know what the war is going on.

There are war troops in Tianjin.

But that one was in the Gegu Hai Defense Camp, where the military households of the Three Guards were working.

"This uncle, brothers have some food here, nothing valuable. If you are short of food, just come and move. I am also acquainted with Li from Triangle Dian family. He sells more salt and takes care of me. There is no need for us to use a knife."

Huang Ming said carefully.

He thought it was a bandit nearby and he was short of food in winter to get some.

In this area, bandits, water bandits, private salt dealers, and even coastal fishermen and salt farmers would make guest appearances when they were forced. Everyone was old acquaintances, and he often had business dealings with private salt dealers, and there was no need to make any trouble for this. There were more than a thousand large warehouses here, and they could just sweep the bottom of the warehouse at will, which was enough to dispose of these people. In fact, he often did things that he custodians himself. The food belonged to the court, but his life was his own. They just took the food and left.

Even the books don't have to be processed.

With so much grain accumulation, it is not common to calculate the wrong accounts.

"This general, you are a bandit!"

The man lifted his hood and said.

Huang Ming looked at the young face blankly.

And at the same time, the people behind him shook their cloaks, revealing the cotton armor of the army inside...

Huang Ming's face was in an instant...

"What do you call general? The young man thought he was a bandit. In order to coax them, he asked his men to report the news, so he deliberately said that, the young man named Huang Ming, the Qiangu, the left guard of Tianjin, was the first to guard.

He said with a smile.

At the same time, he gave a wink to the personal soldiers next to him.

The latter immediately woke up and ran out, preparing to go to Tianjin City to report the news, but the moment he went out, he suddenly stopped and then retreated little by little. A car was in front of him, but there was a shield wall in front of the car, and a muzzle was extended in the middle of the shield wall. At the same time, in the wind and snow behind, it was like a legion of countless monsters, and shadows became clear, and the figures of light cars and side vans appeared, pointing to this side...

"Huang Qianhu, brother Yang Feng, we have taken over this place!"
Chapter completed!