The weather began to warm up. Even Liaodong, in the ice and snow world, had its spring when flowers were blooming. More than one meter of snow had become thinner little by little. The vigorous melting water poured into the Yalu River, causing the river water that had been dry for more than half a winter to soar. Even the river water was less than one meter away from Mao Jue's left front teeth castle.

Mao Jue, who was worried for more than three months, finally put his heart in his stomach. The river water was so turbulent that even Dongjiang Town, which had a boat, would not easily cross the river to launch an attack, let alone the Later Jin, who was not good at water wars.

In February, military merits had been reported to the court. Those who were shameless and had more or less benefited. However, the court rewarded them once. A group of conscience immediately patted their butts and left. When they returned to Pi Island, Mao Jue was worried for a while. Even if Xidaying was added, he had only 8,000 troops, and only about 2,000 people could fight were not a single heart. Even if more than 10,000 Zhenglan Zhenghong Banners came over, he could not beat them. Even if there was a fortress, a turtle shell, Yizhou was defended, and the messy Eight Banners cavalry burned the iron mountain into white ground, Mao Jue could not accept it.

Fortunately, Mao Jue can be at least stable for several months after this wave. Unlike most of the northern ethnic minorities facing China, the Later Jin Dynasty is also a farming nation and needs to farm. Before Xia Xian, these guys have no time to take care of themselves.

Then this skill is to seize the opportunity to recuperate.

The war in this winter was devastating like the severe winter itself. The original social order of the entire Yizhou was completely broken, all the villages were burned, and more than 19,000 Yizhou Han people, the Koreans were taken to several households under the city of Yizhou to squeeze into a house. Some people lived outside and relied on eating the captured Zhenglan Banner to store grain. This was why we survived this winter. It was time to reopen this society, but before this, Mao Jue had one thing to do!

A high platform was raised like a big show, and there was a big curtain hanging behind it, but the melon-eating crowd who were watching the show seemed to be too deeply immersed in the show! One by one, the crowd was extremely excited, holding their fists high and shouting angrily, "What kind of rotten vegetables, leaves, stones and garbage are throwing them desperately on the table, and the momentum is like a tsunami collapse.

"Down with Zhao Laocai, the lackey of the Later Jin Dynasty!!!"

Amid the excitement and roar of the crowd, a fat man with a bruised nose and a swollen face was trembling as if he was trembling as a pangolin. After the shouting, then another trembling old lady walked onto the stage with the help of two young people, and thrust her crutches hard onto the ground with a sad voice.

"I'm the one named Zhao, you're still a relative of our Zhaojiazhuang clan! Just to please that old Tartar man, if you're the head of your farm, my daughter is only thirteen years old. I'll let you tie it up and ruin it to the old beast. Your conscience is eaten by the dog! I pity my granddaughter!!!"

"I was surnamed Zhao. Last winter, you forced me to rent and snatched the last bag of food from my house. My mother fell seriously ill in the cold winter and wanted to eat some face porridge before her death. I knelt at your door for three days and three nights, and you didn't even look at it! My mother died of empty stomach. How many people were forced to rent and starve to death by you in our village? As a result, you took all the food we had harvested with hard work and fed the Tartars! Are you worthy of your ancestors?"

The young man next to him was also roaring angrily. The anger of the two caused the crowd that had finally calmed down to burst out again. Everyone's eyes were red and their fists were raised.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

He was so scared that he collapsed. The "pangolin" wanted to shrink to the ground and shouted sadly: "Friends, I was forced too! Please spare my life, the little one! The little one! You must change your heart and be loyal to my Ming Dynasty! Please give the little one a chance!"

It was not as powerful as the usual manor. The Zhao surnamed trembled, as pitiful as a mouse trapped in a group of cats. Unfortunately, not to mention that the Yizhou people below were all red in their eyes. Just as this guy was the Zhenglan Banner's land before, his relationship with Zhenglan Banner was too close, and Mao Jue would not let them go. In the midst of waves of condemnation, several personal soldiers carried the fat man's arms and dragged them down. As the old guy was crying, the strong rope condom was hung around his neck, and this guy was hung like a wax duck.

However, the old guy who was thrusting his legs was not alone. A large string had been hung at the gate of Yizhou City. At this time, the frost had not yet subsided. Some people were already hard to freeze and hung there like popsicles.

The devils are certainly hateful, but the traitors are the ones that are even more hateful than the devils! The Jurchens in Jianzhou of Yizhou are only more than 9,000 elderly, weak, sick and disabled. If these Han people had not helped to maintain order and cruelly suppress the same tribe, according to the cruel national oppression of the early Later Jin Dynasty, these Han people would have rebelled long ago.

However, hatefulness is not the only reason why these people will die. Mao Jue has a darker reason to kill! That is anger!

The anger of the people of Yizhou!

As Xunzi said, human nature is evil, and people's hearts are actually dark. Even Buddhas who shouted for fear of anger all day long have a glaring Vajra, let alone these ordinary people. Their home was burned and they were detained and frozen in Yizhou City for three months. I guess Mao Jue himself would be full of anger. If this anger is not handled properly, if he can't play well, Mao Jue will have to play with fire and burn himself.

Fortunately, there are also a group of two Japanese devils. Eliminating these people not only eliminates hidden dangers, but also becomes a public sniff, which makes their anger shift from Mao Jue to these leading parties, using blood to calm the anger of these people, and exert the violence and darkness of Yizhou people in public criticism and fight. After these two Japanese devils are killed, everyone can be happy and become a good farmer and a good worker again, shining and heating up the construction cause of Dongjiang Town, Daming.

The head of the village head, named Zhao, was still kicking his legs, and another guy with a flesh-faced face was pushed to the stage, shouting and scolding. This violent and uncooperative attitude immediately aroused the new anger of the people of Yizhou, and the snowballs were thrown up again.

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The criticism and execution lasted for more than three days. The gate of Yizhou City was like the dried chicken in Tibetan vegetables, which hanged more than 200 times. However, these days were so satisfying. The remaining 19,000 Yizhou Han people or North Koreans were all following the group and the morale was very high, and they wanted to do a big fight now.

Just like Tieshan, all the population was organized into military household garrisons by Mao Jue, with a unit of 100 households, and two hundred households formed a village, and villages were rebuilt in the settlements of Zhenglan Banner before.

In April, Yizhou began to flourish. In the end, it was rural areas, burned quickly and rebuilt quickly. Yizhou had food supply all the time. A large area of ​​thatched houses of adobe were built in ten days. Then the ice and snow melted, and the military households of the new family rushed into the ground with great enthusiasm, rolling like mud balls.

This year, God is quite proud of his face. The weather is warming very quickly. A few days after the corn seeds are planted, a trace of green buds began to be drawn. As for the two fast-growing brothers, sweet potatoes and potatoes, their leaves have turned green.

Mao Jue is a person who does not feel safe enough. According to his ideal, machine gun bunkers should be everywhere on the hills of Yizhou. However, nowadays, his military is in a slow state. After all, it is still a time when God is looking for food. He can't grab farming season. The spring land reclamation occupied most of the population of the two counties. As for the fortress hills chosen by Mao Jue, there are only about twenty young and strong people on the city site with a hoe and desperately digging the foundation for Mao Jue. He was patrolling next to him. Mao Jue is an old-fashioned old man. He stepped into the foundation with his foot. The depth had not even buried half of his boots, which made Mao Jue sigh again sadly.

Su Changmei next to him was scared to him as long as there was no Jiannu cavalry that came to him, he looked like a smiling meat bun. Mao Jue was sighing there, but the guy was smiling like a flower roll, holding his fist in a flattering manner.

"You are so crazy! You are so tough. Once you clean up this Yizhou, you will be much more respectful than the other end of Tieshan!"

No wonder this guy sighed that the big and small hills on the Tieshan end were as big as Tian Tao, Zhao Cheng, and Mao Jue's orders were basically instructing thousands of clans of their families to not move, and half of the fields were occupied by them. Even in those small villages, there were people like village elders and landlords bargaining. However, in this Yizhou, the largest local tyrant Zhenglan Banner, was driven away. Most of the smaller local snakes were slaughtered by Mao Jue, and a small number of them were trembling with their tails. Not to mention jumping out and blowing up the thorns, they would be considered to be fat if they didn't shrink their heads in their crotch.

As for the newly appointed hundreds of households, the general flag and the small flag were selected by Mao Jue in the more respectful villages in the past three months. All the authority comes from Mao Jue. Here, Mao Jue's orders were smoother than those implemented by Tieshan. He said he could dig wherever he was digging, so that he could not plant corn and sweet potatoes that he had never grown before were hesitant. Even Su Changmei, the butler, worked much easier. Half of the compliments and half of the sincere words of this guy.

Unfortunately, this guy's compliment did not make Mao Jue happy at all. His mind is now full of his fortress, and how to recruit new personal soldiers. After all, in June and July last year, before the autumn harvest, Zhenglan Banner launched a large-scale sweep, and the scope of the attack spread throughout the northern part of the peninsula. Who knows whether he will come again this year? With the eight hundred personal soldiers and those friendly troops who don't know whether they are reliable or not, Mao Jue is really unsure.

"Old Su, you can't recruit another group..."

"Jiang Ye, you can set a goal of 120,000 acres!"

This fat man actually had principles. Looking at Su Baozi's spreading hands, he looked at him without any negotiation. Mao Jue's mouth couldn't help but thrust wildly. He really said that oranges grow in Huainan and tangerines grow in Huainan, and this slippery head dared to challenge himself.

But then again, the military order is like a mountain, and it is also the 100,000 acres of land reclamation plan formulated by Mao Jue himself. After all, the food is the boss these days. Now that there are two front teeth castles stuck on the Yalu River, it really doesn't work. At the critical moment, he shouted for help to Mao Wenlong. After all, he has no children yet, so Mao Wenlong shouldn't be sad!

By chance, just as Mao Jue was thinking about Mao Wenlong, there was another rush of horse hooves at the foot of the mountain, and Liu Chong rode a fast horse from the mountain road next to him.

"Jiang Ye, Mao Shuai sent a messenger to recruit you to Peel Island quickly!"

Mao Wenlong usually has nothing good to do when he looks for him. Even if he gave him 20,000 s of military rations last time, he would have scolded him for a long time. Mao Jue seemed to be not a good thing. His face couldn't help but twitch, and his voice lowered a lot, and Mao Jue asked in a low voice.

"What's wrong with the old man!"

His face also became strange, and Liu Chong also answered in a low voice.
Chapter completed!