Mao Jue seemed to have lost money this time!

Not to mention that the village was not broken, as a fellow guard of the Ming Dynasty, the poor Mao Lianwei and a group of savages looked tearful and fed a lot of canned food from Mao Jue. Fortunately, they were not the murderers of the Dongjiang Town Army. Geographically, Mao Lianwei was too far away from the central mountain range where the incident happened. The village was poor and could have a meal a day. Even the savages were all frozen like grandsons. Before they could get to more than ten kilometers away, they were either frozen to death or starved to death.

However, Mao Jue was not completely useless. While riding on the horse, he was shaking his head and his neck were thick while spreading a rag.

It was a map woven on brocade. I don’t know which Ming Dynasty eunuch died of illness more than a hundred years ago. Mao Jue really admired the ancients. Although the map was a bit distorted, it looked like a loaf of bread that had been bitten by two bites, but the mountains, rivers and geography of the island and the twenty more guards enthroned by the Ming Dynasty were embroidered on it in detail. I really don’t know how the ancients without satellite scans did it.

Of course, as time passes, more than a hundred years ago, some tribal garrisons were gone, new tribes were created, and some tribes had moved to their locations. For example, the Mao Lianwei in front of them originally lived dozens of kilometers north of here, but now they are almost at the seaside to the south, so the humanities above are for reference only.

"Jiang, those people just said that thirty years ago, a barbarian tribe came from the north, called the Zaniru tribe. Since we arrived at Sakhalin Island, we have attacked and killed all tribes and forced all tribes to surrender. Several tribes have been destroyed. Every summer, Mao Lianwei is forced to build ships and offer food for them. It seems that the pirates going south are this group. Their settlement is in the Daqingshan generation. According to the map, our tribe... No, the place where our Dongjiang people were killed is not far away."

Mao Jue had been to Ryukyu. To be honest, it was a bit big. It was divided into three countries. It took two or three hundred years to unify it. However, Ryukyu had a population of more than 100,000 people. On Sakhalin Island, these tribes that did not farm at all. They survived by fishing and hunting. They could have 10,000 or 20,000 people who survived, and even created a heroic division. Listening to Sumu Yertai's narration, the Zaniru tribe should also be ambitious to unify Sakhalin Island and become the King of Kyukyu.

Unfortunately, the Zaniru tribe met him, Mao Jue, and his grand career was destined to be a dream! He shook his hand and put the map brocade in his arms. Mao Jue couldn't help but snorted coldly.

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The distribution of troops on the nine sides, three points to guard the city walls, seven points to cultivate fields, and even organizing army farming is more important than fighting for military generals. After all, if you want to kill the enemy, you need to protect yourself from starving to death.

Mao Lianwei has opened a map. In the next time, Mao Jue's main energy is still on the measurement land of Hongshuangcheng. Dongjiang will move refugees one after another in the future, so as to establish a new colony to assist Dongjiang's main town. It is not to find a burden for Dongjiang and whether he can gain a foothold. The spring farming of the first year is extremely important. I have a rough understanding of my neighbors and send my cavalry to say hello one by one. Every day, Mao Jue is like an old farmer, and he is happy to be in the end.

The days really couldn't help but pass. More than two months have passed in a flash. After a winter of emergency repairs, the Red Twin City has basically been completed. The five-meter-high city wall wrapped more than 2,000 houses. Standing on the high slope of Sahalin Mountain in the northwest, looking down, there was a bright red everywhere. As Mao Jue promised, the roofs of the entire city were painted with red pigments squeezed from the iron ore pit, which shone brightly against the sunlight.

However, before the red pair had been tired for a few days, the busy spring plowing has arrived again, and the cities and rural areas have been planned. In addition to the road network that shuttles between them, there are hundreds of thousands of squares outside the city separated by red stones, like huge chessboards, spreading on the ground in an orderly manner.

Today, the Red Twin Cities are very lively. There are four gates in the east, west, south and north. None of them are crowded. Not only people, but also cows are joining in the fun. They squeezed into the crowd and let out Moumou's irritable roar. The people in the front were squeezed and stuck on the gate. On the stairs on both sides of the city gate, the guards of Dongjiang tried their best to keep order, but even so, they could not stop the crazy hearts of the refugees.

It is simply the top priority in life, dividing the land! In the hearts of refugees, the land is much more important than houses, and that is the matter of future generations for generations! Last year, I was caught on the boat and a group of people were reluctant to do so, but after these months of breathing and working together with this land, the Red Twin Cities have already made a deep mark on them. No one can wait to take root in the land that they divide here.

There is another reason for selfishness, that is, the distance between the land you get from the city and the water source. The first one is definitely next to the city. It is close to the place when you go out and go home, and it is close to get water from Hongshuang River. If you go late, you will be lined out, and everything must be lined behind people.

Finally, at six o'clock in the morning, it was time to open the city gate. With the creaking sound of the wooden suspension bridge fell, and stepping on the wooden door, a "spring sports meeting" kicked off.

"My! The head of the household Zhao Laowu, take the field!"

"Little Wang Laoer, come and get the fields."

"June, the youngest one is Zhang Dahuizi. I will give you the one who fights the lees a few days ago! You are always tired, so I'll send it first!"

The Tian Ji, engraved on the wooden sign, seemed like a truck lying on the highway. In a blink of an eye, it was snatched away and got the sequence number. These refugee farmers led the Niu Tuo family and the whole family to fight with the earth and plunged into the fields.

Fortunately, Dongjiang has developed industry and has traded with the Later Jin and Mongolia for many years. There are quite a few cattle and horses. Almost five households have a cow, and every household can get a plow, and each household is able to do it easily. Mao Jue walked up to the city wall from the last Governor's Office, and saw that the farmland near the city wall had been dug out of ditches. The old man in front was holding the direction, and the young man pressed the plow and shouted loudly at the plow.

"Dad! Turn the corner!"

Another ditch was pulled out.

On the other hand, the six masters of this family lined up from large to small like nesting dolls, and they were just rehearsing each other, and they raised their hoes together. The father started, answered and shouted slogans.

"Marry a wife!"

"Hi!"

"New clothes!"

"Hi!"

"Birth of fat kids!"

"Hi!"

"Eat a full stomach!"

"Hi!"

In the rhythmic Henan Bangzi, the stones, grass roots, rotten wood and other parts in the ground were shaved out, and the land began to become soft and easy to cultivate.

Seeing this scene, the big guy yawned and rubbed his eyes, Mao Jue couldn't help but smile again.

It is said that the north is bitter and cold and wild, but the West Sea Plain occupies less than one-eighth of Sakhalin Island, so he has collected 780,000 acres of land, and the results are even more awesome than Mao Wenlong's desperate efforts to recover Jinfugai and other more than a dozen prefectures and counties. Moreover, although this place is not as fertile as the black soil of the Songnen Plain in Heilongjiang, it is much better than the little land in the corners of the Dongjiang River.

But no matter how good the land is, it must be used. More than 800,000 mu of land is still on paper, and it must be used. These are wastelands. Even if one person develops twenty acres, all 20,000 people are considered strong men. Only 400,000 mu can be developed, which is only about half of it. Not to mention that among the 20,000 people, there are only more than 6,000 strong men. The rest are women, children, elderly, and children. If the land is taught, tens of thousands of mu can be reclaimed, it will be overwhelmed.

Anyway, there is no end to development, so Mao Jue simply ordered to plough next to the outside. As long as your family can develop a few acres of land, it will be distributed to your family.

The plot of Chinese farmers is the most fanatical. Who doesn’t want to divide more fields? This order next to the farmers, the whole family mobilized themselves and ignored themselves. They gritted their teeth and tried their best to dig the furrows and plow the ground with all their might. The dust was flying, and sweat beads flowed down in strings.

But the excited old farmer completely forgot that there is another way to cultivate Dongjiang.

Don't abandon the waste!

Even if people are used as livestock, a strong man will die by purging about twenty acres. Old men and women and children cannot cultivate so many, just five to eight acres. These days, they cannot tell the spirit of Lei Feng to the refugees. Their predecessors planted trees and later took advantage of the situation. When they finished reclaiming the land and couldn't cultivate it, Mao Jue waved his hand and large pieces of land could be re-entered. At that time, the next batch of immigrants can be directly sowed after they arrive. It is not a mistake for farming, but the old farmers in front of them have to be foolish.

In Mao Jue's treacherous smile, the farmers who didn't know that they had been tricked were still excited to dig the earth, and the fragrance of soil was filled with the air.

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Human beings are simply magical. In less than ten days, a completely radical change came to the southwest of Sakhalin Island. It was originally densely packed with straw mats, which flourished in spring and withered in autumn, and remained unchanged for thousands of years, but it turned into black and yellow ditches, all over the mountains and fields, densely packed, and countless, spreading from the dense forest boundary of the South Mountain to the next to the sea. The human scenery is simply spectacular.

However, these red twos who were busy on the fields were no longer so motivated. They were as tired as if they were kidney deficiency, but they still gritted their teeth and forced them to bury the sprouted corn and wheat seeds in the city's greenhouses into the ditch, sprinkled seeds into the vegetable fields, and buried the sweet potatoes that had already emerged from the seedlings.

These days, Su Changmei's old face has become one of the most unpopular targets of Hongshuangcheng. Every morning, he will take his account books and wander around one by one, and his humble voices sounded in the fields one by one.

"How is it? Is it still possible?"

"If you can't cultivate, you can hand it over! The autumn harvest is calculated based on the acres! Don't cry if you don't plant it and pay more food, you won't have a place to cry."

"Oh, this young man is so tired that he has kidney deficiency. How about getting married? How about it? Anyway, your family will not be able to cultivate it for 150 acres of land. If you hand in 70 to 80 acres, you will be relaxed, how about it?"

More than ten days ago, the six father and son of a doll looked like a dragon and tiger. Now they are really like being a duck for several years. The eye sockets are deep and the calves are trembling. However, looking at Su Changmei with a rotten belly and a pair of big teeth on her fat face, the father of this doll is still gritting his teeth and taking a hoe downward.

"Even if we are tired and kidney deficiency, our old husband's family will have to plow this field! We will not pay for an inch of land!"

"Marry..., marry a wife!"

"Hi!"

"Eat..., eat your stomach full."

"Hi……"

The father and son were six like zombies, trembling and still shaking their hoes forward. It was so uneven. Seeing Su Changmei, who was so famous that she slapped her mouth and pinched her chin, she shaking her fat neck in distress, and then waved her hand.

"Old Jun's family, we will reduce the land 30 acres first, and we will continue tomorrow!"

"Next house!"

Amid the annoying laughter, his big and fat face was now in the eyes of several tired and half-dead old farmers on another piece of land.

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The villagers in this garrison were exhausted, but Mao Jue finally began to feel idle and pain. The construction of the colony was formal. The crops brought from Dongjiang did not adapt to the climate trend here. The crops planted began to absorb the nutrients of the earth. As for the indigenous people on the island, except for the Zaniru tribe, the six or seven nearby tribes still recognized the guards sealed by the Ming Dynasty. Under the banner of the Ming Dynasty, these people would be fooled by Mao Jue into the army.

The official documents brought were almost the same. The next immigration ship will take more than ten days. In these ten days, Mao Jue has nothing to do.

Fortunately, spring has another name, the mating season!

The ice and snow melted, and the streams were flowing rapidly. In the winter, the frozen river finally revealed its original appearance. Although Sakhalin Island is not a pleasant climate, it is definitely a treasure land. There are more than 600 rivers, hundreds of small lakes, and puddles of all sizes, like pearls of all sizes dotted on the horizon.

And the products here are particularly abundant!

In the cold river water, the revived salmon flowed upstream, jumping over one shallow after another, and swimming back to the upstream birthplace. The bloated bodies and fat muscles all show their freshness and deliciousness.

This is also a carnival time for animals. The bear, who had just woken up from hibernation, squatted by the cold water while yawning, waiting for the food that is within reach. The sea eagle scouts in the sky are also hovering, but today, some strange bipedal beasts appeared to join the feast.

The fire was still emitting black smoke. The bearskin mattress that he had been beaten before the New Year was spread softly on the ground, and a little oil was still hanging on the corner of his pretty mouth. Adrena comfortably covered her round belly, and lazily closed her blue eyes that were almost as gorgeous as the small lake beside her.

There were two curved smiles on the corners of her mouth.

At the other end of the mattress, Mao Jue couldn't lie down anymore. He had a bitter face, rubbed his round belly sadly, and burped in depression.
Chapter completed!