The military situation was like fire. After only two days of mobilization, Mao Wenlong was going to lead the Pidao army to fight. He also took advantage of the night to avoid the spies of the Later Jin Dynasty. There were torches or fire buckets everywhere on the military port. The soldiers carrying luggage climbed onto the boat one after another like ants.

Mao Wenlong really wanted to support his stupid son. He walked towards the warship while chatting and teaching him a lesson.

"The court is not as simple as you think. If you have any problems in the future, say hello to me first and then do it. I will help you with your advice!"

"Don't think that being a ginseng general is hard, and I have eaten more salt than rice you have eaten. If you can make such a fucking trick on me, I will kill you!"

Mao Jue grew up so big, and he was twenty-six or seven before traveling through time. He had to eat only three tons of rice and two tons of rice he had eaten. If he really wanted to change it to salt, wouldn’t it be choking to death?

Of course, I can only think about this in my heart. Mao Jue never dared to say it. In addition, he was disappointed. He was drooping his head and acted in a respectful manner.

But when he arrived in front of the boat, he reached out to bring his helmet on. Mao Wenlong stopped scolding, but suddenly he patted Mao Jue's shoulder with a familiar but unfamiliar look. He was the first time in his voice.

"Okay, don't listen to me if I know what I say, and I won't say it anymore. But you guys have really grown up. Yuan Manzi spent tens of thousands of stones of grain and 100,000 taels of snowflakes to win over the right-wing Mongolia. As a result, he didn't even know anything. As a result, my boy could calculate that Jiannu would make a big move in Dongjiang, thousands of miles away, or to enter the side wall in Mongolia. Now he is very nervous, haha! He has to rely on my son's blessing to avoid losing his head!"

"I may not be back this winter! If you have time, come back twice more and see your aunt! She treats you, but she really treats you like a son. As for your aunt Shen..."

Speaking of this, Mao Wenlong couldn't help but pause, and then continued: "You can go and have a look when you take the time! It's not easy for her. A nephew around her even made you fall into pieces!"

It is absolutely true that Mao Wenlong is poisonous enough. He has the current status because he has stepped on the bones. I don’t know how many people were used as stepping stones by him, but tigers also have warm times. At this time, this old man is no different from a chattering father. His eyes made Mao Jue dazed for a moment.

For a moment, a little shame arose in Mao Jue's heart. When someone steals things, he secretly steals money and car. No matter whether he is intentional or not, he steals his living son and replaces it. If he knows that it looks like, Mao Jue dares not think about what the old hero will be like.

To cover up the strangeness in his eyes, Mao Jue hurriedly bowed and bowed.

"I've saved it! I'm going to the battlefield, and I'm not eye-catching. I hope my father will take care of himself! Don't hurt the cold..."

"Are you cursing me?"

With the unique hearty laugh of a warrior, Mao Wenlong slapped Mao Jue on the shoulder again, and shouted loudly: "Don't worry, your father and I have been hiding for so many years! A real man, don't act like that little daughter, it's all like this, I'm leaving!"

It was so free and easy. Mao Wenlong stepped onto the ship with high strodes. This time the old guy really didn't look back at all, but Mao Jue kept bowing until the big ship began to speed into the distance with waves in the port lagoon.

In the early years of Chongzhen, the largest strategic battle on the battlefield in Liaodong began.

On the first day of October of the second year of Chongzhen, Huang Taiji, who had just been harvested in autumn, blew the battle trumpet in Shenyang. Then, more than a dozen tribes including the right-wing Mongolian Korqin tribe, Kalachin tribe, Zalut tribe, Bahrain tribe, and Naiman tribe who were strongly attracted by Yuan Chonghuan. These tribes lead the imperial court's annual rewards and food and wages every year. Even if the border soldiers' military pay cannot be paid, they must ensure that these Mongolians are guaranteed. However, when Huang Taiji, a powerful man from Liaodong, showed his minions, these Mongolian tribes led their troops to the Ming Dynasty without hesitation.

On October 24, the Eight Banners of the Later Jin Dynasty and Mongolian cavalry Yu Laoha and He swore to attack Ming, breaking through the Xifengkou of the Great Wall Pass, and then divided the troops into three groups and marched into the pass.

With Mao Jue in this era, his letter reminded Yuan Chonghuan two months in advance, but he didn't believe it at the first time. Yuan Chonghuan sent a large number of night-delayed scouts to the right-wing Mongolia. It was not until September that the matter was settled. It was one month longer than in history. However, this month did not bring any turning point to the battle situation.

Yuan Chonghuan sent the general Xie Shangzheng to return to Jizhen first, but Wang Yuanya, the prefect of Shuntian, did not appreciate it and did not allow Xie Shangzheng to station in Dunhua, and forced him to station in Hongshankou City. On October 30, the Later Jin army arrived and first broke the isolated Hongshankou, which was helpless, and then launched an attack on Zunhua City.

On November 2, the second group of Liaodong Legion that rushed over, the famous Guanning Iron Cavalry came to support under the command of Zhao's sect, but this legion fell into the ambush circle of the Later Jin army, which was waiting for work, and almost all the troops were wiped out. The general Zhao's sect was killed in battle. The next day, the Later Jin army attacked the city with all its might. The city was broken that day. The governor Wang Yuanya, who was in charge of death, did not lose his reputation. After kowtowing to the direction of the capital, he committed suicide by hanging his beam.

The fall of Dunhua City was poured hard on the northern Zhili and the civil and military officials of the court for a moment. The capital was shocked. The imperial court was in panic. The imperial edict sent out in all directions for a time. It triggered a second domino. Yang He, the three-sided governor who was in charge of the pacification in Shaanxi, had no troops to control the situation. The Shaanxi peasant army began to show its strength.

But at this moment, the iron mountain outside the pass, which was originally a battlefield, was extraordinary peace and tranquility.

"Everything is fast! Dig it for me!"

Standing on the top of the mountain, Su Changmei and the boar in heat were screaming with all his might.

At the end of October and early November, the weather was obviously cold, and people could tremble at night. According to the experience of the elderly, it would take a few days to snow. Before there, the entire Tieshan Town was mobilized again.

In the cornfield, groups of young and strong people rushed in with sickles like locusts. The big blades cut off the already withered corn from the roots and piled them aside. The women took small stools and picked out the corn cobs. The orange corn cobs piled up piles of piles.

The field was filled with corn, and potatoes and sweet potatoes, and it was a bit troublesome to dig these two things. This is why Su Changmei was so screaming. Amid his shouts, more than a thousand men took a hoe and dug desperately on the hillside, as if they were trying to dig out the mountains.

When digging potatoes, you have to pay attention to digging along the roots and digging them out with the soil and the potatoes. You can't hurt the rhizomes. The amount of labor is too great. The tiredness of the bunch of hands is also a bubble in the palm. And this thing is so earthy and dark, it's really nothing to do. It's been a whole morning, and I haven't dug out a few acres of mountain fields. Su Changmei's cheeks are bulging.

However, this incident took a turn at noon. Today, it was a grain harvest. In addition, these old bastards were not working hard, and Su Changmei did not send any food to send her food. She directly put the collected potatoes and sweet potatoes on the dried corn poles, and then let the young and strong people eat them. In this cold day, when the roasted hot roasted sweet potato was broken open, the yellow flesh inside immediately exuded a scent, just like gold. If you take a bite, the sweetness penetrates your heart.

In this era, sweetness is a luxury. Some people immediately ate it and even their tongues were hot. Although the roasted potatoes were not as sweet as sweet potatoes, they were also fragrant. These two treasures from faraway America immediately conquered the taste buds of Tieshantun people. As soon as they started drying in the afternoon, these guys immediately changed the engine, taking turns to hoes and handing over public food with their wives. In a blink of an eye, they were riddled with holes in the mountains.

This made Fatty Su finally breathe a sigh of relief.

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Good food is not afraid of being late. Although Jiannu burned and killed the autumn harvest this year, it was one month late, but the harvest was completed before the first heavy snowfall. A typical Northeast look was revealed in Tieshan Town.

Built in the farmhouse outside the fort, piles of corn piles were piled high, and there were many large corn cobs hanging under the beams. They were sent by foreign girls to teach them how to distinguish them. Next year, as a reserve for seeds, the cool place behind the house, piles of sweet potatoes and potatoes were placed there dry in the shade, and they were digging the cellar from door to door, preparing to bury all the fruits of victory.

A few handfuls of straw were thrown into the stove, and the floor kang immediately became hot and hot. The stove hook was inserted into it, hooked out the scorched potatoes and pulled them off. Just the Northeast Sauce was a delicious meal. The harvest was amazing this time, and it was twice as much as the harvest of wheat planted before. Even if you had to hand over half as military rations, it was enough for a family to eat for a year. Before the Chinese New Year, every household began to become happy.

Even Mao Jue's own dining table has changed.

Several sea fish were swaying under the pot without consenting, and soy sauce was also placed inside. The soup was particularly rich, and the peeled and steamed potatoes were shiny. Mao Jue also said that the corn flour pot stickers that had been in unknown how long, and it gradually turned yellow on the edge of the pot, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

Corn stubble sweet potato porridge, sweet potato stems and pork skin paste pickles, hanging potatoes, tofu, soy sauce, and this hard dish were far away. The girl with the simplicity had a crystal saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth, and her hands kept rubbing her. On the other side, Adrena, the foreign girl who brought these things, was very indecently following a few pieces of crystal clear sweet potatoes and screaming. Her cheeks were so tired that she hurt her cheeks and she was having a lot of fun.

In terms of diet, these Westerners are not as pierced as the Chinese. They stew potatoes and then pressed them into rotten paste, which tastes like eating paste. While chewing dried sweet potatoes, the girl asked Mao Jue in surprise.

"Young master, how can you know how to make so many sweet potatoes? It's obvious that these two things have been passed down to Liaodong?"

Unfortunately, as usual, the listless Mao Jue rolled his eyes again at the foreign girl with her cheeks stuffed.
Chapter completed!