People who are not afraid of death these days are really not afraid. People from a craftsman family like Lao Pan have been suffering since childhood. When they were young, they lacked milk and water. Adults were busy with work and struggled to grow up. The memories from childhood are rarely happy and warm. Adults are not full or warm in clothing or being bullied. How can they take care of their children's feelings? They have been soaked in bitter water since childhood. There are not many good memories of eating and eating after memories. In the past, there were at least a stable home, but now they escaped, living in the snow and wind, living in the straw shed and nest in the nest. There are still endless work every day, and they are still the same as wearing or not warm, and living is suffering. It is better to die early to see if reincarnation in the next life is better...

There are still many Chinese people in this era who believe in Buddhism. Even if they do not believe in the cycle of reincarnation, they still have a little thought in their hearts...

There were not many people around, but some craftsmen's families rushed over. Some women or elderly people were holding a roll of straw mat in their hands, their faces were full of tears, but the faces of a somewhat numb woman stared at their husbands. I wonder how they would survive on this deserted island after the man who was standing in the house died... Many women left their children at home. If it weren't for the sake of the children, they would probably want to die with their husbands.

Some half-old children followed, half-feared on their faces.

Young people of this age have not yet learned to respect authority, and at the same time they are not full of gratitude to Mao Long like adults. At this time, their hearts should be full of hatred.

A general wearing thin scales and iron armor rushed over and cursed as he walked, "It's so interesting. I've been back and forth from Pi Island for several months. Before I could sleep at home, my wife had to come and kill people. I just had a murderous face?"

When others heard this, they held back their laughter and didn't dare to speak. The one who came was Mao Youjun, Mao Long's Yisun, and a famous general. His face was indeed full of fierceness. Ordinary people dared not look at him at all. He didn't think so.

Mao Youjun approached and said impatiently: "Are you all in this place?"

A thousand general went forward and half-kneeled and replied, "God of General Gang, everyone is already there."

"If you are together, start the operation!" Mao Youjun glared and said, "Wait for lunch?"

"Yes, sir!"

Of course, it was not until noon, but the marching law operation was completely different from the law enforcement of prefectures and counties. There was no fixed time, nor was there the so-called rules for the operation at noon. Of course, some generals like to stick to the rules, but Mao Youjun is obviously not such a person.

All the prisoners were tightened, and some timids were already scared. The critical moment of life and death was the most difficult thing for people to face. Even the open-minded and ordinary Lao Pan and others couldn't help but become nervous.

"Everyone bows his head. Those who are disobedient will have to untie their hair and pull it. If you cause trouble, be careful to cut you a few more times."

The soldiers also curled their smiles at this time and were full of murderous aura. This was not the first time they did this job. As long as the people who were killed cooperated a little, they could finish it in a while. They were afraid that a few people who didn't want to die would jump around and disturb people's hearts. The entire killing scene would be in chaos and not be able to calm down for less than half an hour... Everyone was waiting to go back and rest and wait for dinner.

At this moment, Huang Yucheng arrived.

As soon as he arrived at the place, Huang Yucheng shouted, "Don't kill him first."

Turning back, he saw Mao Youjun again, and Huang Yucheng said: "General Mao, can I make love?"

Hundreds of people turned to Huang Yucheng and Mao Youjun.

Mao Youjun's face was originally showing a violent look, and his hand was already pressed on his waist. When he saw that it was Huang Yucheng, his face turned and showed an ecstasy look.

"Old God Tang!" Mao Youjun's tall body came over in a few steps, and took Huang Yucheng's hand and said happily: "My mistress has been crying every day recently. She has a fever every day. The doctors on the island can't get rid of the fever. It has been three days since I thought I wouldn't be able to save this son. It happened that you are here, so I still have to ask the old God to take action."

Huang Yucheng was originally from a pediatric department, and his pediatric disease was his specialty. He immediately blocked Mao Youjun and asked a few questions in detail. He now had a clear idea in his heart. It seemed that herpes was in his mouth. This disease is common in children and is indeed quite troublesome. The key is that he cannot eat or even drink water. In addition, he will have a high fever all the time. If one is not good, it is really fatal.

However, as a pediatrician expert, a child has just been ill for three days and is still in a strong state. If this cannot be cured, this is a nonsense.

Huang Yucheng was convinced and said to Mao Youjun: "In two days, your mistress will reduce the fever and recover within four or five days. However, I want to ask General Mao for love. I recognize Lao Pan and the others. They are all honest and dedicated people, and they are also useful people. I want to ask for love. Dongjiang doesn't want them. We want to... "

"If you kill someone, you will be killed. It's another matter to give you it." Mao Youjun said: "You have also brought a lot of people away in a year. Last year, more than 10,000 people went to Taiwan and 3,000 to Kuandian. If you continue like this, you will not be asked to take away more than 100,000 or 200,000 in a few years? It doesn't matter to our generals, but the people below have a lot of opinions."

Mao Long is proud and is not afraid of the generals' rebellion, so he all divides the generals outside. He controls the overall situation in the central Pi Island. Each general is stationed in various islands and Yizhou, Xuanchuan Tieshan, to Kuandian. From the territory of the border between the Ming and North Korea at the mouth of the Yalu River, to the Jinzhou area of ​​Lushun, they are all considered as the defense zone of Dongjiang Town. From Zhangpan to Shen Jisheng, to Mao Chenglu, Mao Youjun and Sanshun King, many Pi Island generals are divided in this way. They each have war zones and subordinates, and a considerable population belongs to them.

Their command is that whether it is digging ginseng hunting, farming, or having craftsmen do various tasks, the population is sometimes a burden and sometimes an indispensable help. This is somewhat difficult to grasp. Some people have too many people on the territory, and the burden is too heavy. Some people want fewer people, while others have some shortages of manpower and hope that their subordinates will have more. Recruiting personnel in Pidao area means that the number of people assigned to their subordinates will be reduced. Some people are happy, and of course some are dissatisfied.

"We may be able to receive people in the future." Huang Yucheng is a battalion-level military doctor, and a battalion-level military doctor is also a military officer. At least he knew some news from the upper class. He smiled and said, "But in the future, we have a better hand and may increase subsidies, such as taking one away and giving silver five taels..."

"Fuck!" Mao Youjun's eyes were as big as a cow, and he said, "All the old, weak, women and children will give money?"

"You also know that we will take the whole family as soon as we take away. How can we take the strong men away and leave them to you with a burden? Since we are leaving a family, of course, according to the head, there are ones. As long as you take General Mao, you will be considered one. But it is probably not possible now. Although we have plans for large-scale immigration, we need to keep up with the construction of Taiwan, and the financial resources are more abundant."

"You are not rich yet?" Mao Youjun's eyes were almost glaring out. Hutchison was a monster that he could not imagine. Mao Long tried his best to do anything on Pi Island, and even used the method of relying on merchants' accounts. He only earned hundreds of thousands of taels a year, and had to have a lot of expenses waiting for Dongjiang Town. Life was still difficult. Even the Emperor of Ming Dynasty did not use as much as he wanted. Unlike the people's imagination, the country was the emperor's fault, but the wealth of the world was not what the emperor wanted. Emperor Tianqi gave Dongjiang every year was limited, but He Yusheng's wealth was like the water of a river rolling in, without any restrictions at all. How did Zhang Han accumulate so much wealth in his hands?

Of course, with Mao Youjun's insight and experience, he could not understand that Hutchison is indeed experiencing an extremely painful financial crisis...

No one could imagine that there was already a very mature training system, as well as a logistics and ordnance system. As long as there was enough money, the merchant army could explode hundreds of thousands of troops in a year. It could easily push to Liaodong or the Ming Dynasty. Unfortunately, this assumption does not exist. This is a curve of historical development, and no one can easily succeed.

"Come on!" Mao Youjun said, "I'm in charge of this matter. Please ask someone to take these craftsmen away, but you'll be exempted from the death penalty. It's hard to spare the life. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to the general. Each person will be beaten forty military sticks. After the beating, you will be handed over to you."

"So, I'll ask our people stationed in Pi Island to come and prepare now."

"Okay." Mao Youjun looked at the dazed soldiers and scolded: "What are you doing while standing? Why don't you hurry up and take the military stick!"

"Yes, Lord Gang!"

Mr. Qian agreed happily. No one was born to like to chop people's heads. Besides, Lao Pan and the others were the most miserable craftsmen. The armor and weapons on each of them were also made by these people. This time, it was a complete injustice. It was really unwilling to kill him. Now it was changed to a military stick. Everyone was very happy. Several soldiers rushed to get the military stick. Since they were asked to continue to implement the military law, these people probably mean it. The numbers must be fully beaten, but they will never kill or seriously injured.

Of course, the happiest one is the family of the craftsmen. While waiting for the time to beat the military sticks, the women rushed over, and the calmest one just now couldn't help but burst into tears.

This is how people are. When they are truly desperate, their emotions are suppressed, and when they hope to come back, they will definitely burst out with stronger emotions.

"Thank you, the old god for saving your life!"

"Old god is a good person..."

"I kowtow to the old god."

"In the future, my family will definitely offer the old god's tablet to the gods, and incense will be kept all year round."

All the craftsmen and their relatives knelt down and kowtowed.

They are all the poorest people, knowing that they can't give a decent thank-you gift at all, thanking Huang Yucheng. The only thing they have is their own body. At this moment, they can only be desperate to beg for their heads. Only in this way can they express their gratitude and gratitude-

I was confused yesterday, and there were a lot of typos, sorry...
Chapter completed!