Later generations watched "Rural Love", in addition to Wang Xiaomeng's bean products, there were also lots of corn fields. In recent years, Mao Jue often ordered pot stickers, pancakes, mixed fish, and corn flour. He also made of sweet potatoes. I remember that when I was a child, he threw rotten potatoes into the field, and a piece of them could grow without realizing it.

The American crops that had almost been used by the predecessors, no matter what they had for China, now they are really something that Dongjiang Town is urgently needed. Mao Wenlong's jurisdiction is no more than Yuan Chonghuan. Pi Island, Zhanzidao, Daludao, and Haiwang Jiudao are all offshore islands, which are not suitable for cultivating existing staple grains such as corn and wheat. The largest two pieces of land are just the iron mountains of North Korea and the southward Lushun is called Jinzhou at this time. These two places are also hills everywhere and are not suitable for planting plain crops.

Corn, sweet potatoes and potatoes are suitable for mountain cultivation.

Nowadays, most of the military ration demand in the entire Dongjiang Town is pressing on North Korea, so that later the lumpy rice became a tax and was levied in the 19th century. This offended North Korea, but actually suppressed its own security on others. In the tenth year of Chongzhen, the Bingzi was in chaos and North Korea fell. Then the Jin army returned to the army and destroyed Dongjiang Town, slaughtering the Pi Island with 40,000 to 50,000 people to only more than 100.

Now he has some confidence in protecting Mao Wenlong, so he has to consider some future things. He will be self-sufficient in food and will be put on the agenda sooner or later.

"Brother Qian, don't worry about it. After getting these things, Mao will be of use."

After taking a sip of wine, he looked down at Qian Zeng, who was calculating. Mao Jue leaned his head over and stepped in a little bit.

"There is also Brother Qian, you said that this itinerary will be back next month and September. I wonder if this itinerary can be earlier?"

"Oh? Brother Mao, why is this?"

"In June, the next northern mirror should be able to be built!"

The merchants were pursuing profits, but not at this time, the whole world was produced in two places. One was the Republic of Venice, Italy, and the other was Mao Jue. One could be called a monopoly. This made Qian Zeng's eyes lit up again. If he took this mirror, he could still earn thousands of taels.

"Okay, when I go back this time, Qian pushed the social engagement and worked for you without stopping. In mid-June, Qian will do his best to get back!"

"One word is certain!"

In autumn corn, you can plant one crop in July, and come back in June, and you can eat corn this winter. Mao Jue stretched out his hand with satisfaction.

"One word is certain!"

For the sake of money, Qian Zeng held his hand fiercely.

If you want to go back early, you can't go back any longer. You didn't even go fishing at Dongyu at night. After a few drinks, Qian Zeng hurriedly withdrew from the seat with the guards given by Mao Jue. This time, this guy forgot even the payment. He spent a tael of silver on Mao Jue, which made him feel very distressed.

On the carriage when he returned, he was shaking with the carriage, while Mao Jue was still looking out the window, thinking about Mao Wenlong's meaning. As he walked, he suddenly turned his head and asked Su Yi.

"Girl, what was I like before?"

"Young Master, really say it?"

"Yeah, say!"

Cutely bit her index finger, racked her milk, and thought about it as she described it.

"The young master used to be very literary, speaks softly and is very delicate. He never speaks loudly, and his walking posture is also swaying..."

"Okay, okay, I was a sissy before, okay, needless to say, what was my attitude towards being a soldier and doing business before?"

No wonder the servants in the mansion dared to look down on him. Su Yi described it. The image of a young master in kidney deficiency in "Journey to the West" suddenly opened his teeth and claws in Mao Jue's mind, grinned, and quickly shook his head. He interrupted Su Yi in depression, and Mao Jue asked again.

"Ah? The young master never mentioned these two things before, and he never went to Wen Meng, Wen Yuan Pavilion and the others. The young master often said that everything is inferior, and only if he is high in his studies can he want to send the young master to Hangzhou Prefecture to study."

Mao Jue nodded clearly.

Just like later generations, the more naughty the child is, the smarter he is. On the contrary, those who are weak are always unprosperous. I guess Mao Jue was timid, cowardly, and cowardly. If he was born in a family of scholars and officials, there would be nothing wrong with this personality. He would be a white-faced scholar. But this is Dongjiang Town, and his father Mao Wenlong is already half a warlord.

The Mao Jue before was not helpful at all. Mao Wenlong didn’t like the Four Books and Military Books since he was a child. It would be strange if he could like his only son, let alone the tragic incident in Liaoyang before. There were grudges between the father and son.

But now, after falling into the water and losing memory, Mao Jue became degenerate and stopped studying. He hangs out with Wen Baihu and others all day long, looking for money everywhere, and hooking up with smugglers. Later, he was able to do so and dared to kill people! He sent himself to the military camp, on the one hand, to show his attitude to the Shen family, and on the other hand, Mao Wenlong wanted to polish himself.

After all, the old man got a son only at forty, and now he is only one son at fifty. Even if he has one, he will not know that it will be too late to grow up and cultivate it.

In fact, Mao Wenlong's attitude was seen before. Because drinking missed the provincial examination, it was the same as Baosu delayed the examination during the high school entrance examination. In this case, Mao Wenlong only cursed a few words without hesitation, and his attitude can be imagined.

As I thought about it, the carriage had already arrived at the entrance of Mao's mansion. It was a wealthy family. At only six or seven o'clock, a light was already on at the entrance. I saw more than 20 servants from Mao's mansion walking back in a mess.

In the afternoon, Mao's mansion was full of trouble, and when it was a mess in the evening, Mao Jue was a little annoyed. The more Mrs. Shen made a big fuss about Shen Qian, the more she slapped him in the face. After getting off the carriage, Mao Jue reached out and pulled a man's sleeve.

"Who!"

He was obviously busy and a little annoyed. The servant turned his head impatiently, but immediately, his face was pale and he bent down in horror and bowed down.

Now Mao Jue is not the previous Tofu Young Master. He has another nickname, the Bengtou Young Master. They still remember Shen Qian's terrifying appearance that day when his head was shot and was still fresh in their memory.

"Young Master, I didn't see it, it's you!"

"What are you trying to do this night?"

"Young Master, don't you know?"

Listening to Mao Jue's yelling in a bad tone, the servant showed a little surprise, but he quickly lowered his head and replied: "The master is going to Ningyuan tonight to work and take a night boat to avoid Jiannu's suspicion."

"Ningyuan! Yuan Chonghuan's territory!"

Mao Jue was shocked! In history, Yuan Chonghuan got rid of Mao Wenlong, but it was on Pi Island. Mao Jue really didn't remember that Mao Wenlong had even visited him on his own initiative. God knew if he had traveled to this parallel world and changed history. If Mao Wenlong came, he would send blood to thousands of miles and let Yuan Chonghuan kill him, the sky on Pi Island would collapse immediately.

"Suyi, go back first! Master, I won't give you it to you now!"

With a panic look, Mao Jue strode to the mansion with great strides, snatched a horse, hugged the horse's neck and ran towards the military camp in a hurry.

The west of the city is the camp gate.

It was okay to have nothing to do. Mao Youde, Mao Kexi, and Mao Zhongming were drinking near the door again. Their drinks were heavy. Mao Kexi, who was confused, came out to release water and was shaking his gun. Suddenly, he heard a horse's hooves ringing in front of the door. This guy immediately shouted out in a muffled voice with the alcohol.

"Who is it that in the military camp, you dare to run wildly, aren't you afraid of losing your head?"

"Brother Kee! Help! The horse can't stop!"

He was almost overturned. He hugged the horse's neck, and Mao Jue cried and shouted. He rubbed his eyes and watched him circle the tent twice. Mao Kexi woke up, smiled and pulled the reins of the horse as soon as he reached out. This horse was really bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. He stopped obediently in the hands of this old soldier.

"Haha, my younger brother is here just right, come and have a drink!"

"Brother, I have something urgent to do today. Let's just stop drunk again!"

Frightened, Mao Jue hit the back of the head and ran towards the military port. Looking at his back, Mao Kexi scratched his head in confusion and muttered.

"This kid, can't he be sick when he was walking in the kiln, right?"

The lungs were almost exhausted, and Mao Jue rushed to the edge of the military port. However, it was too late at this time. Mao Wenlong's ship had already left the port, and the generals responsible for seeing off also dispersed, leaving only the sea making a rustling sound of water.

"Damn it!"

My heart was in my throat, and Mao Jue smashed his fist on the wooden pillar.

"Master Qianhu!"

At this time, a condemnation sound suddenly sounded beside him. When he turned around, he was the third general flag that He Siyong seemed to be walking with him and only saw this morning.

"I have met Lord Qianhu. Are you here to see Mao Shuai off?"

"You have a boat, don't you?"

He really caught the life-saving straw. Mao Jue suddenly grabbed the guy's collar and shouted in a hurry: "Gather your manpower immediately and drive the boat, hurry!"

"Mr. Qianhu, my younger men only have a whistle boat. Besides, it's dark and lit up at night. Now I'm going to sea, is that really?"

Pang Dahai showed a look of dismay on his face, but when he grabbed his collar, Mao Jue roared sternly.

"Why, you dare to disobey military orders?"

"I don't dare!"

Now the new official is taking office for three reasons, but I don’t want to get this bad intention. As Mao Jue roared, this guy clasped his fists and immediately pulled his gong to the sound of the fun of Ming Jun next to him.

"Have you heard from the Lord Qianhu? Why don't you gather immediately?"

The whistle boat was really not big, thirteen meters, one layer, one mast, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, seven or eight people, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, one stroke, and one stroke, the whistle boat rushed out like an arrow.

"Sir Qianhu, where are we going?"

Standing at the bow of the boat, Pang Dahai asked with a flattering question again at this willful young man. Looking at the dark night in front of him, Mao Jue almost let him fall into the sea with a word.
Chapter completed!