The cold wind became more and more bleak. More than 7,000 refugees recruited by Zhao Yan have begun to build houses. The houses are built next to Zhaojia Village. They are all simple wooden houses, as long as they can block the wind and cold in winter.

Among the more than 7,000 refugees, half are old and weak women, and half are young and strong. The survival chances of middle-aged and strong refugees are higher, so this ratio can be achieved.

Zhao Yan and Zhao are both very busy, and because they lack manpower, they can only go on the battlefield. At present, there is no shortage of refugees, but what they are in urgent need are administrative management personnel, that is, cultural people.

Accounting, land measurement, household registration statistics and other work require a large number of literati. This is what Zhao Yan lacks the most at present. It is impossible to do it one by one by one! That will make people exhausted.

"Young Master, you should know some classmates in the official school! Maybe you can come to them." Zhao Quan suggested.

"I don't remember." Zhao Yan shook his head depressedly. How could he, Xibei, know the classmates before? "It means that the year is a scientific test, and they can't come here at this time."

The scholars naturally wanted to pass the imperial examination and become officials and become officials. It was impossible for them to give up their lofty ideals for the little profits given by Zhao Yan.

"Then I can only sign up and recruit people." Zhao Quan said.

"If you can write and remember, you will be invited. At most, you will be able to train for a while. This matter should be done as soon as possible." Zhao Yan thought for a while and said. For ordinary documents, as long as you can write and record accounting, it is enough, and the requirements are not too high.

"How much does it have to be paid?" Zhao Quan asked.

"A general document used to keep accounts is to give you one stone of rice and grain a month, plus one tael of silver!" Zhao Yan offered a very generous monthly salary.

"In addition to ordinary documents, we also have to recruit a few managers and shopkeepers who know how to conduct business. I don't know much about the salary in this regard. Uncle Quan, please decide!" Zhao Yan said to Zhao Quan. He was more at ease to hand over these things to Zhao Quan. He was a juren, and Zhao Quan followed him and studied all the way and also got a scholar. He was very outstanding in his abilities. More importantly, he was very loyal to the Zhao family.

"I'll do it right now." Zhao Quan nodded and hurriedly ran out again.

Zhao Quan quickly sent people to Dengzhou, Laizhou and other places to recruit documents, and also announced the news. Zhao Quan was responsible for resettlement of refugees, while Zhao Yan put the training action on the front.

There is no soldier in your hands, and you feel uneasy.

If he had a well-organized army on hand, he would not have killed Zhao Yan for nearly 100,000 taels of silver if he met the bandits last time he encountered them.

When Zhao Yan thought of this, he felt depressed and felt sorry for the 100,000 taels of silver. If the money is gone, you can make another profit, but he just felt that this was an unnecessary expense.

If he would have to spend more than 100,000 taels to fight a battle with the bandits, how could he deal with the upcoming troubled times? Maybe he would lose everything if he fought a battle with the Qing Dynasty.

Therefore, it is urgent to form a disciplined and well-organized army.

Early in the morning, Zhao Yan summoned the Zhao family's servants. Last time he went to Jinan City, he lost more than a dozen people after the battle with the bandits on the road, and all the money was given to their family.

There are only ninety-three servants left now, and there is no private salt business to do at present, so I am relatively leisurely after I come back.

Ninety-three servants were gathered together, standing sparsely without any soldiers. They were indeed not soldiers, but just a group of landlords.

Zhao Yan stood straight in front of the servant, looked around with a sharp look, and said in a deep voice: "When we came back this time, we lost more than a dozen brothers. Do you know why?"

"It should be that there are too many thieves!" Zhao Yong, who led the team, replied out loud. Zhao Yong had the highest martial arts skills, so he was promoted by Zhao Yan and led other servants.

"Wrong, it's a big mistake." Zhao Yan immediately rejected it, took two steps behind his back, and said, "Those bandits were just a group of mobs, and any rumor could be defeated. The last time we really fought with us was not tens of thousands, but only a few hundred people. For those hundreds, we also lost more than a dozen brothers. After all, we were also a group of mobs, but we were just one line higher than them."

"Yes...yes." Zhao Yong blushed and could not find a refutation. But many servants did not think so. It was already good to be able to defeat hundreds of bandits at the cost of losing more than a dozen people.

However, Zhao Yan has a high prestige in their hearts. Zhao Yan's performance during this period made them very impressed, so they did not dare to refute it in person.

In the school exam, personal force is only used as the standard, so strictly speaking, the Zhao family's servants are also a group of mobs, but they are more courageous than ordinary mobs and dare to fight.

"I know what you are thinking. You want to say that you are not a mob. You are all skilled in a hundred ways. Anyone can't beat you." Zhao Yan smiled contemptuously: "But that's just a skill. No matter how good you are on the battlefield, without group assistance, it's just a dead end. What's important on the battlefield is to live and die to the death. Who will fight alone? The more you like someone who is brave and cruel, the faster you die on the battlefield."

All the servants looked at Zhao Yan silently and listened quietly to his speech.

"The world is not peaceful now, and natural disasters are constantly coming. Today is not drought, tomorrow is flood, and maybe locust plague will run away the day after tomorrow. There was Kong Youde in Shandong before, and we encountered bandits a few days ago. Maybe tomorrow, Jiannu from Liaodong will fight to Dengzhou, or maybe the bandits will come to Dengzhou the day after tomorrow."

Zhao Yan pointed to the refugees who were building houses in the distance and shouted: "If we didn't prepare early, we would lose our homes, lose our relatives, and take risks for a meal, just like those people. They are fine, we will host them, but if we fall down, who will host us? Who will distribute seeds and rations to us to overcome the difficulties?"

"We can't always be like last time. We can defeat the bandits with just one rumor. Even the bandits can't be dealt with, let alone the careless Jiannu?" Zhao Yan made a speech that incited his surname, "So we can't be like this anymore. We must strengthen our strength as soon as possible so that we can protect our homes and relatives and take the initiative in the face of natural disasters [***]."

"From today, I will train you into elite soldiers. Do you have confidence?" Zhao Yan asked.

"Yes." The servants replied neatly.

"Okay, now we are the beginning of our army. Military law will be the first..."

"Those who do not obey orders will be killed, those who escape at the time of battle will be killed, those who disrupt the morale of the army will be killed, those who gather to gamble will be killed, those who disturb the people will be killed, those who are ** women will be killed, those who are privately captured will be killed..."

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Zhang Buyun is one of the captured bandits. He looks very ordinary and even a little thin.

He is logging wood to build a house these two days. He is a literati and has never done hard work. He is cold and tired and can't hold on.

He was originally a scholar in Zhaoyuan. Because the bandits passed by, he was forced to do so. He had no choice but to follow the crowd. When Zhao Yan fought with the bandits, he saw that the situation was not good, so he lay on the ground and pretended to be dead and escaped. He was captured while cleaning the battlefield.

This made him very panicked. If the government knew that he was a thief, he would not have tried to save the scholar's fame.

In a state of anxiety, the Zhao family's caravan just cut off the thief's head and did not pursue them. This made Zhang Buyun feel relieved, but immediately after knowing that he was going to become a slave to the Zhao family, his mood couldn't help but fall to the bottom.

A domestic slave is a deceased person who can be beaten or killed.

After arriving at Zhaojia Village, Zhang Buyun secretly observed for two days and found that the Zhao family was pretty good to the servants in the family, especially the young master of the Zhao family, who was fierce on the battlefield, but he usually treated people with kindness, but his voice was a bit rough when commanding people.

At the same time, I was secretly shocked by the Zhao family's financial resources, because the Zhao family actually recruited nearly tens of thousands of refugees, and it seemed that the momentum was about to resettle them into the Zhao family's tenant farmers.

However, the Zhao family seems to be short of staff in documents. Although the resettlement of a group of refugees is pretty good, it cannot be said that they are in order.

Dengzhou experienced the Kong Youde rebellion and production was in a slump, and it was understandable that the Zhao family wanted to resume production. But Zhang Buyun discovered a phenomenon that surprised him.

The Zhao family is actually training troops!

A landlord is training troops and has great ambitions.

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