The disabled people in Hutchison were also well taken care of. Zhao Gui saw a man who had lost his legs sitting in a wooden wheelchair and a woman was pushing him. The man was basking in the sun at the door. There were fried peanuts and fried eggs on the table in front of him. The disabled person was drinking wine and eating vegetables so comfortably, his face was red and shiny.

Zhao Gui didn't know that he was a disabled soldier from Hutchison, so he decided that even a disabled person could live so well here. He stayed and decided not to be broken.

Before the heavy snow continued to fall, Zhao Gui also saw a large amount of land being ridden on the speeding horses and continued to define the arable land area for next year. The place was very large and quite wide, and the naked eye could not see it at all.

It is said that all of them are cotton fields. Hutchison is planning to rinse the number of cotton fields in the next two years, and expand the cotton fields to about three million mu.

In addition to cotton fields, there are smoke and sweet potato fields. In short, everything is full of vitality, and Hutchison requires a lot of manpower.

Zhao Gui saw a group of refugees from northern Shaanxi, covered in rags and their faces were thin. When he was guarding the defense at the pine trees, he often saw the escaped people who fled with his family. They were almost the same as the image of refugees here. They had been traveling hard for a long time and were hungry and biting these poor people. Until they arrived at the reserved farm fort, took a bath, changed into new clothes, and had their first full meal after the escape, everything was completely different from before.

Zhao Gui saw refugees from northern Shaanxi all over the ground and saw hundreds of people crying together. He also cried at that time, not for the refugees from northern Shaanxi, but for the people from Liaodong.

Why is there still suffering in Liaodong? Why is there no such person as Zhang Han and He Ji to save his hometown elders? Why can't he stay? Why has he still have to return to the damn Jurchen territory?

This anger was relieved many days later, but Zhao Gui's desire became stronger and stronger.

He made contributions, sent his wife and children to Kuandian, and then went to the grassland to settle down.

Judging from the current situation on the grassland, Zhang Han has mastered the overall situation and the grassland will continue to be prosperous and prosperous within at least fifty years.

When the Han people established a large number of defense lines of castles and piers, the grassland would be similar to that of inland, but a larger territory would require more land and manpower.

Zhao Gui hopes that his descendants can live in places where Hutchison rule, and in areas where Hutchison rule, he feels happy and comfortable in every pore in his body.

Leaving from the merchants, Zhao Gui walked towards the tea shed that he had agreed.

He looked calm and walked calmly, just like his heart, nothing to panic or fear.

Zhao Gui stopped under a tea pick.

He ordered a bowl of wide noodles, ordered a pot of tea, and the store sent a small plate of snacks. Zhao Gui sat down and slowly enjoyed the snacks and food.

Like all middle-aged men, Zhao Gui suddenly remembered his wife and children during the enjoyment process, and regretted them. Such an environment and a comfortable psychology cannot be enjoyed by his wife and children. Even with Li Mingli's care, Zhao Gui could know what his wife was doing at this time... When he woke up in the morning, he did not do anything at first, but walked out of the house carefully and looked at the neighbors. Seeing that the coated families were safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief from each other, and then looked at the Jurchens' settlement area. There was no movement. Only then did everyone dare to clean the courtyard, make breakfast, and then go to the farmland or other places to work.

This is the sequelae of the people who kill grains. No one knows when it will be truly safe, and no one knows whether the Jurchens will rush in and kill the old man, women, and children at the next moment. Just like they did before, no one knows when it will be truly safe, and no one can determine when the danger will come. Even if Zhao Gui has the promised protection of Li Mingli, he dare not be sure of the safety of his family. In places full of beasts and butchers' knives, any danger may end a person's life in a sudden place. Therefore, even when Zhao Gui is at home, he will never dare to turn his back to the courtyard when eating, nor will he put his sword in a place that cannot be reached by his hands.

Be alert at any time and resist at any time.

Even now, Zhao Gui was holding a short knife in his arms. The short knife was very hard, which made it uncomfortable to his chest and waist. However, Zhao Gui could not give up the old knife that looked very ragged. Yes, the short knife was very old and was picked up by Zhao Gui on the battlefield. The former owner should be a person like a small officer. The knife was sharpened by him. It could cut through people's skin and flesh with a slight touch, and splashed large pieces of blood.

If it weren't for this knife and after giving up the daily wear of the sword, Zhao Gui would probably not be able to sleep.

When Zhao Gui was having dinner, people often passed by him, and then his skin was tightened all over his body, and every pore was like a needle. He knew that he was sweating, and in this heavy snow and frost weather was sweating coldly.

"Calm down, calm down..." Zhao Gui followed Li Ming's breathing method and tried his best to adjust his breathing. He wanted to calm down as soon as possible.

"As a person who came from Liaozhong, you have performed very well."

A middle-aged man with a kind face sat opposite Zhao Gui. He was wearing the blue jacket that the city and the officials liked to wear. The cut was quite close to each other, the materials were very good, the dyeing was well matched, and the cloth looked very expensive.

The middle-aged man's hair was also neatly combed, and his warm hat was the same as the folk felt hat. After sitting down, he took off his hat and exposed the meticulous hair combed under the net towel and the net towel.

In terms of appearance, this middle-aged man is handsome and has a little bit of wealth and aura, which looks like one of the most numerous groups in Qingcheng, that is, one of the merchants.

There is no place where there are so many merchants... Many merchants retreated from the trading city.

Of course, there are quite a lot of merchants staying in the trading city, waiting for the first wave of Russian caravans to arrive in the spring of the year. But more merchants still choose to return to their hometowns for the New Year. After all, Russians will not arrive until at least April next year under the premise of heavy snow. They also need time to prepare goods, which is impossible to be earlier.

It snowed continuously a while ago, and a large number of merchants who had returned from the north were stranded in Qingcheng.

Most of these businessmen are bloated, because they are obese on the one hand, and on the other hand, it is too cold. They wear too many robes and furs on their bodies to keep them cold.

Most of them have a calm expression, with a look of curiosity in their eyes, and are mostly white and fat, with curiosity in their eyes that are hard to hide their cleverness.

Some businessmen walked directly from Shangyi Castle, who were idiots in a hurry to go home.

Those who take the detour from Qingcheng are mostly going to take a look at the spot and see what the ruling heart of Hutchison on the grassland looks like.

Many people have come here for the first time. Judging from what they have seen along the way, this trip to Qingcheng is really worth it, and it makes them feel that they have not had a waste of time.

Hutchison's management on the grassland has reached such a point, which has made them amazed and unbelievable.

There are at least a few hundred or more merchants in Qingcheng, and with their shopkeepers, Changsui and Guys, at least a few thousand people come in and out every day.

As soon as the businessman sat down in front of him, Zhao Gui's heart beat, and he knew that it might be someone from the Military Intelligence Department that had come. After he spoke, Zhao Gui knew that he was right. To be precise, the person coming should be his boss, because Zhao Gui was only the lowest intelligence collector.

"Send your number." The person who came to look around and showed a tolerant smile to the newcomer. In fact, Zhao Gui's performance was really bad. He was too nervous, his face turned pale and his forehead was sweating. If such a person fell into the hands of the Later Jin soldiers, he might not have to waste too much time to determine his detailed identity.

But the advantage is that this middle-aged man knows Zhao Gui's background. He is a trustworthy intelligence officer. Because of his family and everything, he will never take the initiative to tell the Jurchens secretly.

Middle-aged people also knew that Zhao Gui was holding a short knife when he was sleeping, which was the only way for the timid intelligence officer to protect himself.

Instead of stabbing the enemy with a short knife to protect yourself, you commit suicide as soon as possible.

Refraining from torture, torture, suicide is the most efficient, most convenient, and most direct and most useful method of self-protection.

Many intelligence officers who do not have much confidence in themselves will be equipped with a short knife, either poison can be used.

“My number is…”

Zhao Gui said that he was very skilled when numbering, and he first looked around carefully... The crowds were densely packed around, and there were crowds wandering everywhere, of course, mainly merchants and their entourages, and the officials and soldiers who were preparing to return to the mainland.

Hutchison still has a considerable amount of foundation left in the south of the Great Wall, which is in Datong Town dominated by Datong Prefecture. It has it in Xuanfu Town and Jifu District, such as Zunhua Iron Factory.

There are more than 200,000 people in the core area of ​​Lizhuang alone, including the miners in Lingqiu.

There are also a large number of officials, scientific researchers from various research institutes, garrisons in Lizhuang as the core area, youth military academies and various elementary schools and skill schools that have not been moved out, etc.

These people will also come to Qingcheng to study and observe, receive instructions, etc.

Although it is separated by the Great Wall, the contact between the two sides is quite easy and easy.

Although the general of Datong has been replaced, with the foundation of Lu Tongxin and others, it is no different for Hutchison to enter and exit the border and walk on the thoroughfare.

There were a lot of people around, and people stopped in various stores. Some people were not interested in buying and selling goods. They just waited for departure near the city gate. They would gather in groups in taverns, asking the boss to stir-fry a few dishes, and then hold a pot to drink.

There are many people in the teahouse and the serious teahouse. They taste tea and snacks and listen to storytellers. Qingcheng storytellers often talk about some humble stories. They are all written novels compiled by people from the Propaganda Bureau. The rhythm and language are quite exciting after professional training.

Maybe when Zhao Gui looked back, he found that several people around him stretched their necks to look into the teahouse. The storyteller there was saliva flying and waving his arms.
Chapter completed!