Even in the Little Ice Age, the summer in Heilongjiang is not much colder than in Guannei. Some Guannei Prefectures are even worse than here. The sun on the Tropic of Cancer shines on the earth, and the willow trees by the river also draw green branches, and groups of wild ducks swaying their tails, playing with the water comfortably in the river.

After the spring flood, several tributaries of Heilongjiang and Mudanjiang became smooth again. This place was simply a gift from God to Mao Jue. The huge water truck made a gurgling sound, driving out the cold river water from the river and irrigating into the fields on both sides. The green seedlings were stretched out with flowers.

Although I was unwilling to admit that the rice seeds of Heilongjiang, which were famous throughout the country, were indeed from the Japanese puppet colonial period. The Japanese rice brought by the Japanese and puppets, and the soft and glutinous Japanese rice were indeed much better than southern rice and Chameng rice. I remember that in later generations, people from Northeast China went to other provinces, and the first sentence of many of the first words when they came back was to shake their heads: Their rice was not delicious! Finally, there was a farming base for their own excellent crops, and Mao Jue was impatient to distribute the paddy fields.

The intensive farming model of the Ming Dynasty was not used at this time. There were only a dozen people in a household, and there were more than 100 acres of land, which could be as much as possible. But even so, the more than 300,000 acres of paddy fields opened on both sides of Mudanjiang could almost have a harvest of more than 1.5 million stones of rice.

The narrow Li family, Dongjiang Town, northern North Korea, has been frustrated for seven or eight years. This year, it is like a serf who turns over and sings!

Recently, people from Dongjiang met, and the longest conversation was that those Jurchens were all stupid, right? Don’t you have to steal the thin land of Han people in Liaodong with such fertile land, so you can kick the donkey!

Two fishing rods were horizontally on the quiet Mudanjiang River, wearing a big straw hat, Mao Jue dressed up like an old farmer, but there was a beauty who was willing to stick it up, and she was still a bad beauty. She obviously didn't care about fishing. Adrena turned left and right at a moment, and her little butt was not honest. Seeing the air bubbles coming from the fish hook, it was probably a fish that was coming, and she was scared away by her swaying. Mao Jue was so angry that she slapped her pretty peach.

"I'm not honest when I catch fish!"

"Hmph, the old man is so old! No one loves him when he is thrown in the iron mountain! He will not let him go while he is young!"

After rubbing his little butt, Adrena pouted angrily, and a soreness suddenly came to her face.

The sour Mao Jue's head was a little bigger.

In fact, he was also a little confused. Adrena ran to Heilongjiang so happily to bring him a message. The capital sent a message that his heir to the Mao family, Mao Wenlong's eldest grandson, was born!

Before traveling through time, Mao Jue had never seen a girl's big ding before. Now he is a father? It makes him feel a little unreal.

Thinking of it, he was distracted. The other end was so coquettish that he was waiting for him to coax Adrena closed her eyes and pouted for a long time, but when she turned around, she looked at him with her eyes silly. The girl was so angry that she twisted her thighs hard, and the guy screamed and almost jumped up.

"What are you doing?"

"No one loves you, no one loves you! Empty, loneliness and cold!"

"Who taught you this!"

"you!"

He really shot himself in the foot. The corner of his mouth twitched violently a few times. He turned his head and saw that there was no one nearby. Mao Jue simply turned over and pressed the hot monster under his body. He shouted in anger: "Isn't it just a baby? I'll send you one, and I'll send one to Suyi tomorrow, so that you can save a group of little monsters buzzing in my ears!"

The little fox was so crazy that Adrena smiled and pouted her little mouth, her big eyes were smiling and turned into a crescent moon.

These days, the only hope for a woman’s life is not her husband and children. Although Adrena has greater power than ordinary women, she is also a woman and is still a white-skinned woman deeply influenced by the Ming culture.

But just as the adulterer immediately hooked up, the ugly crow voice of the hair spear suddenly rang out on the river bank.

"Jiang Ye! Are you here? Shandong urgently report! Shandong urgently report!"

The hands jumped up in a panic. The two of them were tidying up their messy clothes and smoothing the wrinkles on their skirts. After all, before Maoliu rushed over, it was considered evidence of destruction. Looking at the guy's grin, Mao Jue and foreign girls squeezed out a word between their teeth together.

"Hairshell!"

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Mao Jue is a construction maniac. His enthusiasm is almost over the Roman tyrant Nero. The Tutaizi City Foundation discovered last winter has now set up four walls. Streets like chessboards are still reddish two-story buildings. However, the streets here are empty, and some blocks do not even have a household. Not all the 50,000 people who moved from Tieshan live in the city. Some directly built villages next to the fields they were assigned, making Mao Jue's Mudanjiang City look like a ghost city.

In the later years, there were not enough commercial housing, and now there are too many land and few people. It is estimated that Mao Jue's dream of speculating in real estate will take many years to realize.

There is a yamen everywhere, and Mudanjiang City, Dongjiang New Town, is no exception. On the second floor, facing the setting sun in the afternoon, Mao Jue frowned at the letter in his hand, and couldn't help but mutter in embarrassment.

"Yuan Shizhong!"

Although Yuan Xiang'er was not willing to speak at the beginning, she collapsed when a few rats ran over, and her little head was like a sparrow, recognizing the relationship that was enough to be executed by Lingchi.

Yuan Shizhong is not an ordinary person. In the seventh year of Chongzhen, the famous bandits in Xingyang Conference was one of the seventy-two smokes and dusts. Even if the court had famous bandit leaders, it is said that he had at most 200,000 people under his command, and among the many peasant armies, Yuan Shizhong was still an alien.

According to the "Yuan Break Records", the Kaizhou thief Yuan Shizhong crossed the river to the south, and went between Liang and Song dynasties without killing people or plundering women. It is one of the most strange things among the thieves!

Even between the fifteenth and sixteenth years of Chongzhen, the Jianzhou Jurchens completely defeated the Guanning Jin defense line and entered the pass for the fourth time. Yuan Shizhong also led his subordinates to carry out large-scale resistance in Henan.

No wonder Song Xiance was so nervous and excited, and sent the news back in a hurry, with a large number of 200,000 people, and a certain degree of discipline, and intention to be in the imperial examination. Now that Mao Jue has developed this Heilongjiang, he lacks such a large population. It is simply a gift from God to Dongjiang. Looking at this letter, even Mao Jue himself couldn't help but be excited.

With his hands behind his back, he turned three circles in front of the window, and Mao Jue immediately started to breathe rapidly.

"According to 400,000 taels of treasury silver, the Fifth Sixth Regiment of Shen Rong was transferred to Dengzhou, and handed over to Song Xiance to dispatch it, and approve Song Xiance's request. In any case, Yuan Shizhong must be recruited!"

"I obey my order!"

Just now, he arrived in Mudanjiang City and had not yet been warmed up, and he had to do the task again. The power could not be exciting. It was rare that Adrena's voice was powerless.

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Mao Jue showed his father-in-law what a rich man is. It was 30,000 taels of silver. Yu Dacheng still had to think about it for a long time. On the afternoon of July, Dongjiang directly pulled 400,000 taels of silver, most of which were shiny silver coins. In the past two years, Mao Jue's trade volume with the Dutch East India Company has increased significantly. The gold and silver excavated by the colonists in the New Continent of the Americas were transferred to Mao Jue through trade in ginseng minks, liquor, cloth, cigarettes, etc.

Unfortunately, such a large sum of money was all military supplies, not the son-in-law's filial piety to him. It was bright at the edge of the port. Yu Dacheng angrily returned to his yamen to work, and he was invisible to see him.

In order not to stimulate him, the military conference in Dongjiang was also moved out of the governor's office and set up this time Mao Jue came here specially. On the Thunder, one of the nine first-class battleships in Dongjiang, an oil lamp was hanging swayingly, and the three people sat in a triangle. Ugh... Song Xiance was sitting in a tall-legged baby chair, barely high with the two Dongjiang generals.

Chen Rong's voice was obviously a little quick. Most of the first batch of Mao Jue's irrigated land in Heilongjiang was distributed to the family members of the Tieshan Corps. Many of them had a lot of land in name, but in fact they could not farm themselves. The landlords also needed to have long-term workers and tenants to support it. Dongjiang's demand for labor was not only Mao Jue, but also truly reflected in the mainstream class and military landlord class of Dongjiang. They also urgently needed to introduce new labor to develop themselves.

"I have two regiments under my command and Brother Wen's first regiment. I will be waiting for the military advisor to dispatch at any time. When will we go to pick up Yuan Shizhongzhao'an?"

"This is probably a bit difficult!"

But Song Xiance, who was the first to advocate the Zhao'an Yuan Shizhong, suddenly splashed a big cold water over, and his hands formed a fist. In Shen Rong's surprised eyes, he threw more than a dozen letters on the table.

"These days, I have sent someone to Henan to contact the leader of the little Yuan camp. Although his own sister is in our hands, this person with the surname Yuan is not very willing to be with Zhao'an in Dongjiang."

"He contacted Liu Zeqing because Liu Zeqing was the general of Shandong and surrendered to him. He could divide a small area in Shandong without having to fight to the death with other peasant troops. However, our Dongjiang River is too far away. In his opinion, it is a bitter and cold place, and it is next to Jiannu, and he may be ready to start the war at any time."

"He doesn't want to guard the border. Although we killed Liu Zeqing and disrupted his position, this person was still very hesitant about Dongjiang!"

"So he refused to give up his orders?"

He came with enthusiasm, but encountered such a situation. Chen Rong's square face was filled with disappointment. Who knew if Song Xiance had become a literati problem, and he was addicted to keeping it indifferently. He shook his head heavily again.

"Not necessarily! Now the prime minister of Yang Sichang is the commander of the army. Although his four or six corners are exhausted and the people are in trouble, hundreds of thousands of soldiers are suppressed, and the bandits are so overwhelmed. In three months, the Eight King Zhang Xianzhong was in the imperial palace. The other flag of the bandits, Li Zicheng, went to Shangluo, and there was no trace of them. The Fifth Camp of the Giveuo was in Anhui. Yuan Shizhong was not in a good life. I decided to go there myself. Lord Wen, I will give you a task!"

"You said!"

Wen Meng was a fighting man, and he knocked his chest unambiguously about the task. However, when he heard Song Xiance's strange expression, he almost spit out.

"Then wasn't Yuan Xiang'er detained in your military camp by Lord Wen?"

"That's right!"
Chapter completed!