Another skill that Chongzhen couldn't learn.

Work-for-relief!

I work for the ginseng general and can give a big steamed bun at noon. I have a lot of work, good quality, and fish to eat. The labor force in this era is really cheap. Everyone in the city has come out in the morning and half.

Not to mention that the war is not good, the Ming army is really orderly working. Almost all the military farms in the south of the city are next to the edge of the city. This man lined up into a wall to transfer the sprouted sweet potatoes and corn kernels that were produced without Adrena's guidance. These old farmers skillfully cultivated seeds into the ditch as strictly as eating and sleeping. Mao Jue ordered that five days, and only one morning, ten thousand people spread them together, and more than a thousand acres of land had turned green.

Mao Jue's words were really counted. At noon, the best big steamed buns were not mixed with wheat bran. They were served in snow-white and killed dozens of pigs, and several large buckets of pickled fish were put into the pot. There was no limit to a few. It didn't matter how much you could eat. It didn't matter if you put them back for two for your family. It was really a joy under the Tieshan City.

However, not everyone was happy. They saw that even the big pot of pig food was taken out, hundreds of big pots were emitting cigarettes, and a large group of sloppy men in torn clothes, with disheveled faces and messy hair were curled up together, chewing steamed buns sourly.

"Damn it, what's the world? It's okay if you pay 70% of the silver to support your family, and it's fine if you pay 30% of the silver to support our big soldiers. These poor sticks and mud legs are actually better than us. They have fish, meat and big steamed buns to eat. What do we eat? Pig food!"

He shouted angrily, a soldier with two extra-long rat beards, a waxy and thin face, but a bit fierce temperament, and a bad temper, smashed the cold and hard yellow-faced steamed bun on the ground.

"Yes! These days are really not a human being. I am just a sip of food when I joined the army. My mother, my mud legs are full, and I am hungry!"

In response, a donkey-faced guy with triangular eyes and bags with thick eyes also responded, especially his eyes were rolling, which even lowered his voice.

"I can't figure out whether we are the general or the county magistrate! Have you read too much? Use our military rations to feed those mud legs. Who will work hard for him at critical moments?"

"What? Our military rations?"

Seeing the white steamed bun in his black hands and stuffing it into his equally black mouth, the mouse-bearded soldier immediately exploded and cursed him and was about to walk into the city with a knife. Several soldiers in the city gate hurriedly held him behind him, and shouted in a mess.

"Master!Master, are you crazy?"

"I have to pass the arrow camp by abandoning my post and running around and hitting the inner city!"

"Damn it, even if I cut it off, how about it? My family is all dead in Hunhe! I am the only one who is still fucking angry. I am going to go to the yamen. I want to ask the boy who has not even grown all hair, will he lead the troops!"

"Hey hey! Master! We are the new official who takes office. You are going to hit him, just to send him a head. You are always calm!"

"I can't bear it. I can't eat this nest of food, but I can't eat it!"

"Listen to me!"

The triangular eyes of the goldfish eye just now were still pulling the rat whisper and muttering in a low voice. At first, the face was full of firearms, but as he listened, the rat whisper's eyes straightened and he asked subconsciously.

"So you're serious?"

"certainly!"

It was really like a tiger-headed and a slutty man. He was like a deflated ball, and he was humming and panting and walking back to the bottom of the city gate. As if nothing had happened before, he picked up the steamed bun that had fallen to the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.

And the goldfish eye had slipped onto the city wall at some point, and then got into another group of patrolling the city, continuing to say what had just happened.

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Mao Jue asked for five days, but on the third day, some wastelands in the north of the city were basically planted. A green field surrounded by Tieshan City seemed to have just arrived as spring came, and the autumn wind was almost approaching.

The busy people in Tieshan Town could not stop. In order to keep the free lunch that they had finally eaten, there were still more than 20 mixed players who destroyed several acres of wheat fields in the south of the city that had not been trampled by Jiannu and the army overnight, and were caught by Zhao Cheng's men.

With concerns, Zhao Cheng didn't dare to deal with it himself, so he personally sent it to the rank of the generals' yamen. Mao Jue, who was amused and crying, waved his hand helplessly and rewarded more than twenty military sticks alone and drove it out.

In addition to this episode, Mao Jue's new official position seemed to have burned out three fires. He was very satisfied with his civil and military achievements. He was able to take the horse and manage the army and relieve the people. Mao Jue seemed to have become arrogant.

On the 15th, the general's office organized a large-scale autumn hunt. He was furious and furious. Mao Jue took his two beautiful maids, one bright and one foreign, tossed the military affairs aside. He spent three days playing in the nearby Yueguchi River before returning to the city exhausted.

And that night, Mao Jue ordered a banquet for the generals to set up a flowing seat at the yamen of the generals.

The rich people smell wine and meat, and the road is frozen to death! This look is truly reflected in the world in Tieshan. Lanterns are hung from the yamen to the East City Gate. At the banquet, there are all kinds of delicacies, pheasants, toads, and even bear paws. Deer whip and other things that can be squatted for several years in the future. From the yamen to the second door, there are lively sounds of drinking and punching and responding to the situation.

"Come on, I'll give it to me. Today we won't be drunk and don't return!"

At the very bottom of the yamen, Mao Jue really made his young face like an old man. His stubble appeared in a mess and his face was obviously thicker by the sword wind in the old forest these days. He was so excited that his old face turned red, just like when he went out to drink in the dormitory in college, he was knocking on the table wildly.

There is no shortage of flattery everywhere. Now Su Changmei plays such a role, drinking a bun with a bright face, and then she raises the wine glass and shouts in a daze.

"Your Majesty! This kind of demeanor and elegance are not comparable to ours, even if the seven sages of the bamboo forest are resurrected, they are not as good as ours, so who are you?"

His tongue was so big that he couldn't speak clearly. He didn't forget to slap this guy flattered him, but the people on the same table with Mao Jue were not at all responsive. Zhao Cheng, who was the most scheming, was holding the wine glass and hesitating. On the other side, Zhao Yong was still muttering something, and on the other side, Tian Tao was drinking one cup after another, with two northern Qianshe close to him. Even the two buns that were poured with grass on the wind on weekdays, were all gloomy at the end, and the chopsticks on his hand were knocking on the bowl one after another.

It was the seventh day, and Mao Jue still had no intention of distributing military rations!

In previous years, it was fine. Most of Tieshan Town belonged to the garrison army, and even if it was registered, it was a garrison household. Although the military situation here was very different from that of the mainland guards. Most of the soldiers were not bachelors who were slaughtered from the garrison households, but most of the time, the military town was still self-sufficient. As long as Pidao was allocated a little to deal with when the spring was not met, a year would basically be over.

But the Tartars' attacks this year were significantly greater than in previous years. Several military towns in the north are now without any harvest. A while ago, Tian Tao even turned against Zhao Cheng directly. Now there is military ration but they have no share. Seeing Mao Jue holding the grain, he either gave it to his mud legs or was flirting with him, and the military leaders could not sit still.

The unpleasant music creaked and sawed wood. Later, Suyi was worried but afraid to persuade him to pour out one glass of wine. After three rounds of wine, just as Mao Jue was yelling that he didn't know what to say, the wine glass suddenly slammed on the ground with a thud. The music came to an abrupt end, and the atmosphere on the table was as solid as it was. The eyes of several generals of the soldiers gathered at Tian Tao.

It seemed that he didn't understand what was going on. Mao Jue, who had drunk half a piece, stretched out his fingers and laughed and mocked.

"Old Tian, ​​you are still known as the number one strong general in Tieshan. If you can't hold the wine glass with such a little wine, you won't be able to hold it. Your fierceness is all over the women's belly, right? Haha!"

This joke is cold enough, but if it were normal for a group of military generals to laugh, they would have to laugh with each other. But now, except for the professional flattery Su Changmei, who was smiling like a slump, the other seven people on the table, each of whom laughed out loud. Tian Tao stood up suddenly while holding the table, and his face was gloomy and hugged his fists hard at the upper position.

"General, the last general is unscrupulous. How can I ask when will the military ration be distributed?"

"Military ration?"

Listening to these two words is like listening to Jurassic dinosaurs, Mao Jue stood up while holding the chair in a daze. He staggered first, and was helped by Suyi before he stood firm. The corners of his mouth were dripping with wine, and he muttered with his tongue shaking his head.

"What military rations? I will check the booklet. This year's military pay and rations have been distributed in the beginning of spring!"

"A few days ago, Mao Shuai sent twenty ships of food from Pi Island, could it be military rations?"

This fence-sided grass, He Bu, was also anxious. He was a rare pioneer. He slapped the table and stood up suddenly. A pair of catfish eyes stared at Mao Jue with scarlet and greedily, shouting anxiously.

But Mao Jue is really angry and doesn't deserve his life. He still didn't realize what these gangs of soldiers mean, and said in a confused way, shaking his head.

"Who are you so much food? That's what I want from me. I know I'm used to being too big and I'm used to supporting my family. Don't worry about it, come on! Let's continue drinking!"

While speaking, Mao Jue raised his cup again, raised his head and poured it into his stomach. But this time, the seven big and small military heads were no longer able to drink with him. The two brothers Zhao Yong and Zhao Cheng lowered their heads, and the remaining five were all looking at each other fiercely.

Today, Mao Jue held a banquet. Even the generals of the Biaoying camp still gave some food. He had a cooked meat wine pot in his arms. The Biaoying camp was no longer interested in working at night. He simply found a street to surround him, drank and ate meat, and also punched him there.

This is just having fun, but a soldier couldn't hold back his urine. He hid in the alley next to him, untied his life and put water on it. As soon as the monkey was soaked here, the monkey had not finished his trip, and then the dark lights on the street saw the dark shadows in the alley, rushing over like ghosts, and suddenly became stunned. The soldier shouted and scolded at the top of his throat.

"Donkey ball ball, damn it! "

"Grandpa wants your life!"

Before he could finish his words, the black shadow in front had already rushed over. With a click, the knife passed through his chest and clanging the golden cudgel. The soldiers of the general Biao camp turned over and fell in disbelief. The cloak fell down. The lantern's bleak light was revealed. The rat-bearded man from the city gatekeeper a few days ago. Seeing the blood, the desperate person even more crazy, and he roared with a ferocious roar with a red knife.

"Brothers, I'll find the dog official to ask for military pay. Those who dare to stop him will be stabbed!"

The screams had completely alarmed the patrol camp, but it was too late. In the screams, there were countless people rushing out from alleys, along the main road of Tieshan City, like a black wave, rushing towards the gang general's yamen like a black wave.
Chapter completed!