Yuan Manzi really has a personality. Not to mention the governor's office, the county magistrates have to eat and drink well, and have to get some money. This is the norm in the Ming Dynasty. Anyway, the civil servants have higher status than military officers, and some small guards even have jokes about being poor and soldiers being eaten by officials and running away with their families.

But Yuan Chonghuan is good. The fish pickled in a large bucket can be kept fresh, but the taste is definitely not as delicious as fresh fish. The first meal was eaten in the military camp. Mao Wenlong was afraid that the hospitality was not good, so he specially replaced the newly-made seafood. Who knew that he had picked it out and asked the soldiers to eat whatever they wanted, which made the officers unable to do so, and he also had a big pot meal with him.

Moreover, Mao Jue discovered that Yuan Manzi had actually set his sights on him in the past two days. On the first morning, he looked at the training of the Dongjiang Town soldiers. In the afternoon, he took a boat to the Xiaoludao Salt Field. On the second day, he checked the Dongjiang Town money and grain list by model. In the afternoon, he ran to the Sanxing Hundred Houses Office and watched the fishermen carry hundreds of kilograms of pickled fish down and store them in the cellar.

In more than a month, the production of this seafood farm has been quite abundant. The large buckets I got from Mao Youde had used more than 500 barrels. The fish were piled up in the warehouse, emitting a fishy smell. He didn't even bother with it. He looked at them one by one, went back to the city, and then went around the gate of his glass yard before returning to the general's mansion.

On the fourth day of the third day, there was no formal inspection. Mao Jue was still sleeping in a daze and was called out by the people in the Supervisor's Office. The Liaodong Supervisor did not consider military and national affairs, so he took him a small officer to go out to sea to fish and play?

The sea harvest in this era is really much more abundant than in later generations. The Chinese sea has a capacity of 8 million tons, but it has exceeded this limit for more than 20 consecutive years, almost all the seas have been consumed. Mao Jue remembers the news he has read, a big yellow croaker weighing four or five kilograms was sold for tens of thousands of yuan.

But now, although this weight of big yellow croaker is not common, one or two of them come up after more than ten nets. Just as the net head was pulled up, the golden fish head was already stuck on the mesh and fluttering.

"Supervisor! Ouch! Supervisor, please wait! Let the last future! The last future!"

The fish is so powerful that it is so powerful that the Cangshan boat trawl net, which is less than hundreds of kilograms in one net. Yuan Chonghuan was so staggering that the officer named Wu was so arrogant that he hurriedly held his sleeve like a flatterer, and then gritted his teeth and tried hard. Not to mention, the person who can play big swords may not be a good fisherman. This guy was so tired that he used all his energy and didn't pull the net up.

It was Pang Dahai, the relatives of the family who helped slid to the side, thus dispersing the power of the fish, and then brought the fish back.

The taste was bad next. Often, the sea rules were adopted. Women could not be brought on the boat, but now there was too little manpower, so I couldn't take care of it. Dozens of women in the village held fish-killing knives and directly blew the fresh fish they had been beaten on the spot, sprinkled sea salt inside and outside, and placed evenly in a large bucket.

These people are also skillful and skillful, with heads and tails connected, and the fish are placed as neatly as petals.

This Yuan Manzi really looked like a curious baby, and he kept looking at it all over. Anyway, Mao Jue was destined to be a native of Dongjiang Town, so he didn't want to curry favor with him as a cowhide king, and he didn't follow the smell here, hiding far away at the bow of the boat and watching the scenery.

This bloody smell is really not something ordinary people can bear. I picked up the fish-killing knife and wanted to follow him to gesture a few times. In the end, Yuan Chonghuan had to escape in panic, but he also reached the bow of the ship.

Mao Jue's original plan was to stare at Yuan Chonghuan like a follower these days. Once he had a murderous intention, he took him down with his short-term firepower. As a result, the target turned completely back and looked at Yuan Chonghuan's slightly honest black face. Mao Jue was a little aesthetically exhausted, but he had to smile and hid his yawn. He squeezed out an extremely ugly smile and passed by with the water in a fake way.

"Supervisor, drink water!"

"Supervisor, I'll try first!"

This Wu surname is really a loyal dog. Seeing Mao Jue's bamboo tube handed over, he actually wanted to snatch it and test the drug. Unfortunately, he flattered the horse's legs and shook the bamboo tube directly over his hand. Yuan Chonghuan actually glared at him.

"This is Dongjiang Town, the territory of the Ming Dynasty. Mao Qian is always a general of the Ming Dynasty. Can I still harm me, the governor of the Ming Dynasty? Be arrogant!"

"But the supervisor!"

"Go down! This governor wants to have a few words to talk to President Mao Qian separately."

When the general surnamed Wu went down, his face looked resentful and looked like the old jealous in Shanxi, and his teeth were sore. Mao Jue felt so angry. Since ancient times, there have been many gay men in the army. This guy was not Yuan Chonghuan's male favorite, right? This guy raised a muscular man with more than 100 pounds in one hand. If he started to ruthlessly beat him secretly, it would be unfair.

Thinking to himself, Mao Jue was secretly away from Yuan Chonghuan again.

The sun was high and windy at the sea. After a busy morning, Yuan Chonghuan was really thirsty. He picked up the bamboo tube and Gudou and drank all the cold boiled water that Mao Jue brought in the morning. Unexpectedly, Mao Jue had this idea. He wiped his mouth and breathed comfortably. He looked at the tugboat below with emotion and continued to drag the net to catch fish.

"I was born in the fishy land of Guangdong. When I was young, I went to sea for a livelihood. In a flash, more than 20 years have passed, and it is becoming less and less useful. I can't even drag this net well. I'm really old."

"The supervisor is born with a wealthy life, so it is necessary to not do this rough job well!"

I really don't understand what this old guy always does with him. He was on guard and Mao Jue dealt with it casually.

Maybe I heard the excuse in Mao Jue's words and smiled. Yuan Chonghuan didn't feel much emotion. Instead, he raised his head and looked over like the sea. The golden sun left a golden afterglow on the sea. The fishermen were flicking with gold in the sea like a net, and looked at it in a daze for a while. Old Yuan suddenly pinched his nose and raised his eyebrows.

“What is this for?”

Just after the fish was processed, several village women accompanied the fish baskets and poured all the fish gills and the like that they had just made into a large wooden box in the cabin. The smell was really uncommon, and Yuan Chonghuan frowned.

"If you just lose these drainage garbage, what should you do when you move it into the boat?"

"The fish's internal organs are amazing. If you throw them into the water, you will attract sharks. The boat is still small and cannot compete with a large group of sharks, so you can't fish!"

Holding his fist, Mao Jue explained carefully, for fear that this old man would catch him.

"Besides, the land on Pi Island is too barren. These fish are rich in phosphorus and potassium when they go into the water. Drawing them into the ground can also increase the fertility of the land and harvest more grain and vegetables. It is a bad smell, which is useful."

Near Maojue's factory is a treatment factory next to the fishing ground. Every day after work, I can always see them dealing with fish, making feed, or making some organic fertilizer. After being influenced by the eyes for a long time, Maojue also has this impression in his mind.

"Do you still understand agronomy?"

Yuan Chonghuan looked a little surprised and asked loudly. The supervisor praised him, and Mao Jue quickly arched his fist modestly, just like Zhu Geliang in the Moonlight Treasure Box.

"I understand a little bit! I understand a little bit!"

This time, the old guy was silent again, holding the railing, nodding, looking up at the beach, and then looking at it, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

What medicine did Yuan Manzi sell in the gourd? How could he feel like the Chinese in his circle of friends in later generations, and he was silent at any time. He was stuck behind his back. It was not good for Mao Jue to leave, and it was not right not to leave. He had to droop his head and follow him there to waste it. After a while, General Yuan had finished sighing again, but his next sentence made Mao Jue breathe a sigh of relief.

"Do you think it will take Liao in five years?"

Please, this is the awesomeness you and Emperor Chongzhen brag. Do I dare say that you can’t even match it? Before your head falls to the ground, you will first think about me and take a cushion before you die. Why should I do anything?

But if you want to say it's flat, who knows if this guy with a knife in his smile can pat you on the shoulder? Let's say that you have a stunning bones and are a natural martial arts genius. The important task of saving the world will be handed over to you! Then find an excuse to send you as a suicide squad to the Ningyuan front line to die.

The officialdom of the Ming Dynasty was chaotic and chaotic. Saying a wrong sentence or even sitting in the wrong position may cost you your life. Mao Jue has heard of it for a long time.

As he was in a dilemma, Mao Jue looked embarrassed and stuttered. He didn't know whether he should answer for a while.

Mao Jue didn't say anything, Yuan Chonghuan was not upset, but changed to another question, stared into his eyes and asked.

"If you were the coach of Dongjiang Town, how would you run this Dongjiang Town?"

"The Shuai of Dongjiang Town is his father, and the last general is just a small thousand households..."

"There are no one else here, only you and I. If you were, what would you do?"

This question puzzled Mao Jue again. To be honest, in this era, Mao Jue was thinking about dealing with the old guy in front of him and letting him survive. As for what to do after he rescued his cheap father Mao Wenlong from Yuan Chonghuan, he really didn't think too much about it, let alone taking charge of the entire Dongjiang Town.

Not only to answer Yuan Chonghuan, but also to himself and Dongjiang's future, he really thought for a moment before Mao Jue carefully picked up his fist.

"We will first cultivate North Korea!"

"Oh? Don't you want to plow? This!"

Having seen many young and energetic young generals, Yuan Chonghuan had expected Mao Jue to pat his chest, recover Liaoshen with a higher ambition than the sky, and to destroy Jiannu. He also thought that he would hug his fists like an old fried dough stick, and only his fate would be his own. He even threatened that he would farm a little, but he never thought that Mao Jue would actually want to go farming, the thing that this warrior was most despised and impatient to do.

Seeing Yuan Chonghuan pointing at the fishing boat, Mao Jue understood what he meant, but Mao Jue raised his hand and shook it.

"The most basic point of the war is to save yourself! Let your soldiers not be hungry, and the Dongjiang River is lonely overseas. Although it is protected by the sea, it can still be considered as enemies on all sides. Once North Korea falls, Shandong's aid cannot be provided, and our Dongjiang River will collapse without fighting."

"And the meaning of Dongjiang Town's existence is to threaten Jiannu later so that it cannot invade North Korea or attack Guan Ningjin. It has cultivated farms in northern Korea, strengthened the outer barrier of Dongjiang Town, and cut off its ties with North Korea, so that it cannot obtain North Korean food, grass and supplies, killing two birds with one stone."

"As for the attack on Jiannu, we must wait for ourselves to become stronger and then wait for an opportunity to act. Otherwise, Sarhu and Kaiyuan Tieling will be the lesson of the past!"

Mao Jue is a typical farming stream, and the peaceful environment in later generations made him not a desperate guy. Besides, he knew the virtues of Dongjiang Town. He could not tell the truth. He supervised such an army to fight against the elites of the nine sides of the Ming Empire and the elites of Liaodong. He wanted to live two more years!

However, at this point, Mao Jue stopped abruptly and stopped there.
Chapter completed!