It turned out that the people in the town were not dead, but drunk.

As the largest military region of the Northern Ming Dynasty, Mao Jue started the Northern Army not only needed to shoulder the important task of defending the Liaodong border, but also needed to support the emperor's global exploration mission. Here, the Third Corps of the Lushun Legion also set up a military camp to build a formation of fifty soldiers stationed there. The military camp they built was also the only regular building in the town.

On both sides of the large yard, war horses were chewing soybean meal, and were indifferent to humans. On the two-story large wooden military camp, soldiers were also lazy in front of the table. Some were filled with strong wine to keep warm, while others were looking at newspapers from unknown years with the weak lights of the oil lamp. At the top of the military camp, these soldiers also built a three-story watchtower. A large bell was hung on the top of the pointed tower. The big bell seemed to be too cold to bear by the cold wind. From time to time, you could hear a few faint sounds of the big bells.

Even if it is more than ten meters high, it is windy and snowy all over the sky. I can't see much farther when I stand on the bell tower. I can barely see the edge of a town. The cold wind makes Han Xiaomo shrink his neck like a little quail, but his waist is straight, and his eyes are staring at the center of the town.

There is also a three-story, regular house there, which is the only brightly lit place in the town. There is a faint shouting sound from that side, and there is also the sound of drunkards slamming plates. There are more than 5,000 people in the whole town, and nearly 2,000 people crowded there. It is also the only entertainment facility in the town, a big tavern!

As he looked over there, Song Yongzhong's dark face couldn't help but look contemptuous.

"The gold mines near the Tsinghaizigang in the north were occupied by the rich merchants from Liaodi who went south to the capital. Last year, the empire sent more than two or three thousand Spanish slave workers. This year, they continued to import Indian slave workers. These guys didn't have to pay wages, and the mine owners invested money to buy them, which made the Ming people who later lost their job opportunities. I don't know who said that there was a mine in the mountains on the seaside of this gem. A group of unwilling to fish and farming went south with the guys' affairs."

He shrugged, and he sighed helplessly again.

"I've been here for more than half a year. Not to mention the gold mine, even a group of unmotivated guys have not dug out a gold slag, and they have become drunks. They are nestled in Fatty Han's tavern every day and are sucking cat urine. Fatty Han, the Hui merchant who runs the tavern, is also unlucky. He originally wanted to start a mine and make a fortune, but he ended up spending more than 100,000 taels of money in it."

"He is staying here now, purely relying on a title. He has been working on his Majesty's pioneering method for more than a year to be a uncle. I guess he will have to pat his butt and return to the Ming Dynasty. By then, these wastes will probably starve to death, and the town will be over!"

After saying with emotion, she turned around and bowed to Mao Xingjian helplessly: "Crown Prince, if you want to achieve some achievements, this is really not a place. You should hurry back to the Ming Dynasty. Nanyang, or even Tianzhu, are better than here!"

Listening to Song Yongzhong's advice, Mao Xingjian finally withdrew his gaze, but just nodded at him and said nothing, Mao Xingjian turned around and went down the tower again.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Just like a follower, Han Xiaomo also ran down in a hurry with the sound of footsteps. As for Song Yongzhong, he sighed and shook his head and looked downward in the cold north wind.

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To be honest, the accommodation items here are not as good as those on the Black Pearl. After all, in order to cope with the long-term northern sailing, the entire boat's accommodation area was equipped with cast iron heating, but here was a wooden board. The barracks were filled with cool breeze. The barracks were not big enough. Most of the 100 sailors and sailors who had disembarked with Mao Xingjian were sent back.

Originally, Han Xiaomo wanted to pull Mao Xingjian back, but for some reason, the prince's temper was offended and he just refused to leave. In desperation, Song Yongzhong had to give up his commander's room, which was the prince's temporary stay. He went to squeeze the wooden bed with the soldiers under his command.

The night became darker and thick snoring sounds came from the opposite dormitory one after another. The listeners were upset, and the cold wind was screaming like a ghost. He came in sharply through the gap. A blew oil lamp swayed. Sitting in front of the table, looking at the noisy tavern outside the window, Mao Xingjian was so upset that he was really like a nest of hornets.

A large wasteland, a large group of drunkards, a Black Pearl, two hundred sailors, and two hundred sailors. Before leaving, his mother Chen Jiao exchanged all the 400,000 taels of money he saved from saving money into cash for him. This was his only resource.

Mao Jue sent him here to stay with these drunkards for a few years, but Mao Xingjian is really helpless now how to bring these unmotivated bastards to achieve glory.

Just as he was worried, the door creaked and was pushed open, and there was a layer of dust on his face. However, Han Xiaomo came in excitedly with a wooden pallet, and a fragrance also penetrated into the prince's nose.

"Big nephew, the midnight snack is coming!"

A large bowl of white, sticky rice porridge, mixed with pickles and oily duck egg yolks. Even if he was Mao Xingjian, he couldn't help but make saliva. He didn't eat much at night, nor did he be polite to Han Xiaomo. He picked up the bowl and swallowed it in a big mouthful, and then quickly pulled the spoon.

Guru~

Seeing how delicious he was eating, Han Xiaomo couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

By chance, Mao Xingjian saw this scene. He raised his head in surprise and asked, "Didn't you eat?"

"No, I'm already full when I cook the porridge! Drink quickly, I'll go wash dishes later!" Han Xiaomo waved his hand and forced a smile, urging Han Xiaomo urged him angrily.

Mao Xingjian was very lonely when he was a child! He was detained in the capital as a hostage and could not leave the mansion on weekdays. No one of his peers played with him, which developed his extremely introverted personality, but the introverted people were particularly sensitive to others’ reactions!

Not to mention that a person like Han Xiaomo who is not good at lying, she is already very happy to be able to coax herself to eat every day. This is the first time she urges her!

However, this does not mean that Mao Xingjian was very gentlemanly pushing the bowl. In the eyes of this girl, he hurriedly pulled the bowl and drank the bowl clean, and then pushed the bowl back without saying anything.

After picking up the bowl, Han Xiaomo also left the room in a hurry.

The problem was definitely there, but he was very upset. Mao Xingjian didn't have the time to go out and ask questions. Hearing that the door was closed behind him, he sat at the table dull again, thinking about ways. At one point, he even had the idea of ​​taking a boat back to the Ming Dynasty. At worst, the prince was inappropriate.

But as soon as he thought of his mother's disappointed face and Mao Jue's annoyed and disdainful expression, he shook his head, Mao Xingjian threw this idea out of his mind.

There are always coincidences in the voices of major events in history. Just as Mao Xingjian was thinking hard, a cold wind blew into the room again annoyingly. In the clamoring sound, the large notebook Song Yongzhong placed on the table was blown open, and the next second, Mao Xingjian's eyes straightened.

The main task of the New World Expedition Team is to explore all the situation in North America. Mao Jue, who has studied high school geography, has roughly drawn the outline of the New World. The small lines on it are the achievements of the Song Yongzhong Expedition Team over the past two years, and are filled with dense content.

The Victoria Bay where they are now named the Sea of ​​Gems. Next to it is the Rocky Mountains named directly by Mao Jue, and the high coastal mountains that are towering into the clouds. Mao Xingjian has also seen it now, but behind the long mountains, several flowing rivers are revealed again. Moreover, further east, except for the rivers, there are no more ups and downs on the map, indicating that the beginning of this place is full of endless plains!

Moreover, on the gentle slope and plain, Song Yongzhong also marked a pile of small words with his sharp pen tips.

Sioux! Apache tribe! Nuzhi cadre! Quarktel people!

The marked names are drawn in a strange vortex shape with huge arcs on the map.

Mao Xingjian's impression of the New World has always been the ancient, desolate and primitive Gobi Desert, without any life. However, looking at the records of the expedition team, this continent is not only not lifeless, but has indigenous people, but also has a large number of people!

Moreover, there are not only indigenous people, but also plains, relying on the vast plains on both sides of the river, which represents agriculture! Mao Xingjian's most ideal way of governing the country was Confucian governance by inaction, encouraging rural and commercial commerce, and forging a pastoral empire. This plain that can be cultivated is much more important than the HNA, trade, and gold mines that Mao Jue regards as treasures!

His breathing was rapid, his eyes were straight for a long time, and he grabbed the notebook suddenly, and Mao Xingjian turned back quickly again!

It is worthy of being an imperial expedition team. Even in such a difficult environment, it can be done in every detail. The places found everywhere and the resources that may be hidden everywhere are recorded clearly, especially the records left by contact with the indigenous people, which made Mao Xingjian completely fascinated at first sight. With the dim oil lamp, he actually read the adventure information all night.

Just as the last trace of oil was turned into light with the sucking of the flames, a bright sunshine in the east finally climbed out from behind the towering Rocky Mountain peak, sweeping away the gloomy snow that had been hazy for several days, and applying a layer of golden bright color on the thick snow.

The sky finally cleared.

After years of military career, I have developed a habit. It was just dawn. In a flash, on more than fifty beds in the dormitory on the second floor, the members of the 3rd Corps of the Lushun were almost neatly bent down and sat up from the bed like a corpse.

Looking at the bright sunshine outside the window and stretched heavily, the cavalry officer Song Yongzhong couldn't help but squeaking his mouth again.
Chapter completed!