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When he was at the mouth of the pine tree, Tabunang and Li Mingli had a good relationship. Now he will come to Li Mingli to exchange for some fresh fish. When he was on duty together, Li Mingli's grilled fish was quite good, which was a very fresh experience for the Mongolians.

After a while, the friendship became deeper.

"We're a coincidence." A Mongolian man like Tabunang was not polite. He sat down, first held a chicken leg, took a few sips of it, and then took a big sip of soju. Then he smiled and said, "This is his life, it's so beautiful."

Li Mingli laughed and scolded: "Laota, you are Zhang Jing at least. Why do you look like a hungry ghost every time you come to me?"

Zhao Gui smiled and said, "He asked our family to plant thirty acres of land, saying that they had some food at least, and then they squeezed the sheep's milk every day and ate the dried cheese. They ate the meat for ten days and half a month. They were so greedy that they came to get some fish to roast... How could they not be greedy?"

"Don't talk nonsense, eat your meal."

Zhao Gui didn't dare to drink, he was just a coat, and he did not keep the identity of the account holder like Li Mingli. Although Tabun did not put on airs and the Mongolians were easier to talk to than the Jurchens, Zhao Gui had to remind himself of his identity at all times and dare not cross the rules.

Taking advantage of the chaos and noisyness in the room, Zhao Gui walked out quietly.

The middle-aged man in his forties wandered for a while, finally walked to the little woman who was less than 20 years old and whispered: "Miss Li's wife, I'm here to fight you again."

"Well, Uncle Zhao, please wait."

The Li family's life is not only the first-class in the clothes, but even the regular households and account holders have a good life. Compared with the serious regular households, there is no coat. Li Mingli is actually qualified to obtain the clothes. Erya's family was Li Mingli's clothes at the beginning, but now he has no intention of asking for clothes. One is related to confidentiality. Li Mingli is now doing a beheading. The fewer people in the family, the better. The second is that it is too eye-catching. Many Jurchens have disliked Li Mingli. If they get a few more coats at home, there will probably be many Jurchens who will be thinking about it.

This is a good thing now, and life is very good. Everyone knows that it is supported by good brothers from Liaoyang City. In addition, we have a good relationship with Niulu Ezhentabai, so we should be able to keep the family safe in this Niulu.

Zhao Gui was different. He fled some land for the Mongolians and usually had to grazle. The master of Tabu Nang did not squeeze them. However, Niu Lu had to collect the food stocks in the flag and check the grain storage at Zhao Gui's family. He had been hiding many times. In fact, he had been struggling to survive in hunger. Even Tabu Nang was sometimes hungry and full. The sheep had just been grazing for a while and it was impossible to slaughter the sheep. The milk source provided was quite limited. If you want to live a good life, you had to put the sheep to a scale of hundreds of heads, which would take time.

Tabuban shook his cheek and ate it hard. Zhao Gui stood quietly outside the stove and waited. After a while, Erya brought a small bag of grains over, which weighed about ten pounds. Erya said sorry: "Uncle Zhao, I can only give you so much."

Because I was considering that I was going to harvest wheat, Cao Zhenyan brought not much food this time, and both small bags were half a bag, and I put them on the horse. When I unloaded it, Erya felt that there were fifty or sixty kilograms. Originally, he had about twenty kilograms of grain storage at home, and it was easy to eat it for two months. Moreover, there were fish and meat at home, so it was not nervous. It would be easier to have the food sent by Cao Zhenyan. But Erya was used to hard life and knew that the more grain the better. At this time, the Jurchens did not have a few kilograms of grain storage at home. Everyone was hungry. The grain was usually locked in the cabinet, and it was usually a few kilograms of grain and beans. Even so, they had to put the key in the hands of the head and hide it carefully.

This time, I borrowed about ten kilograms of grain, mainly because the summer harvest is approaching, and Zhao Gui's family should be able to pay it back. In addition, when Zhao Gui came with Tabu Nang, he would help Li Mingli with some farm work, or help fishing by the river. This person is very good. Li Mingli has a good impression of this person and plans to observe for a while to see if he can develop Zhao Gui into a downline.

"This is too much." Zhao Gui looked at this small bag of grain, which is worth several taels of silver now. He suppressed his excitement, otherwise it would make him feel too embarrassed because of the small bag of grain. Although he had been suffering for many years, Zhao Gui still didn't want to seem too miserable and helpless.

"If it's not enough after a while, if there is one in our family, Uncle Zhao will come and get it again."

"No, it's accurate." Zhao Gui said in a good mood: "This time, your second brother was sick and asked to eat well, otherwise he could just keep it until the time of harvesting wheat. The thirty acres of paddy fields we planted have about ten acres of paddy fields, and the harvest should be over."

The so-called past, the yield per mu was about one and a half stone, which was the result of Zhao Gui's observation and calculation every day.

There was a burst of laughter from the room, and Zhao Gui smiled at Erya and said, "I'm in, thank you for your wife of the Li family."

"Uncle Zhao, don't be polite. Now there are not many Han people in all villages. We should help more. If my family is in trouble, would you say no if you can help?"

“That’s true.”

Zhao Gui felt much better. The couple of Li family were both righteous and friendly. Zhao Gui knew that he owed him a lot, so he could only think about repaying this favor if he had the chance in the future.

"Then I'll go in."

Zhao Gui nodded, went in and sat down in the kitchen.

Erya had enough fried and cooked dishes. When Li Mingli saw Zhao Gui coming in, he didn't ask what he was going out to cook. He stuffed a pair of chopsticks and asked Zhao Gui to have dinner together. Zhao Gui carefully picked up a piece of chicken. He felt that saliva was about to flow out when he got in his mouth. It was really a long time since he tasted the meat. Somehow he felt sad, so he quickly turned his head and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves with his sleeves.

Li Mingli said casually: "After a while, Lao Zhao brought a chicken leg back. I heard that the waiter was sick and the child was sick, so he was greedy!"

Zhao Gui agreed and quickly lowered his head, afraid that someone would see him would cry.

"Go to go to bed early tonight." Tabuban's voice was loud. In fact, he didn't drink two glasses of wine. He said to Li Mingli: "The superior has already sent an order. Tomorrow morning, we Niulu will produce ten vests and ten followers with horses. You Niulu must have someone out. Xiao Li, go to bed earlier, and it will be a bad thing if you miss it tomorrow morning."

"Are you going to accompany the two masters to tour?"

"Of course." Tabunn said: "It's almost dark today. A Jurchen official rode a horse to us to declare an order. The nearby Niulu probably has assigned it."

"The Four Beile is not our master." Li Mingli said in confusion: "Can you also take the kids away from us Niulu?"

"Are you stupid?" Tabunang said: "Ask Xiao Cao, why can the Four Beile recruit people from each Niulu?"

Cao Zhenyan laughed and said, "The first four Beile was released on the order of the Khan. This is the matter among the Eight Banners Dukes. Of course, the remaining Niulu people in each flag can be temporarily transferred. Of course, the time cannot be long. Over time, the main owners of each flag have to appoint generals to lead the troops instead of giving them to the Four Beile commanders. In addition, they also protect the 14th prince, and each flag will not have any objections, so this matter is nothing, and each Niulu will send people as ordered."

"There are not many people who have drawn their hands." Li Mingli smiled and said, "I may not be able to take my turn."

"It's always right to go to bed early." Tabunang stood up and said goodbye. The robe legs under the robe were very obvious. He bit his cheeks and said, "If I meet the Shang regiment soldiers who came across the river this time, I must teach them a lesson."

Everyone here knows the experience of Tabu Nang, and Tabu Nang insists that the one who has frequently crossed the river recently was not the Dongjiang soldiers, but the Hutchison Shang regiment soldiers who had fought bloody battles with him on the grassland. I don’t know how this guy reported it. At least now, the upper class of the Later Jin Dynasty still believes that the Dongjiang soldiers crossed the river, and did not take Tabu Nang’s judgment seriously.

No matter what everyone thought, they smiled.

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The next day at dawn, Li Mingli was indeed called out by the master Niu Lu. There were more than 280 account openings in this Niu Lu. It was a very large Niu Lu. There were probably more than 1,000 people in Baoyi. Most of these Baoyi were later incorporated into the Han military flag during the Tiancong period and became the source of armored soldiers for the four Dings to draw one. However, the first premise was to survive the last two years.

The entire Niulu is divided into more than a dozen Guanzhuangs, each of which is not big. There are at most ten households with a registered account opening, and they plant one or two thousand acres of land. Whenever people see the wheat fields on one side of the village, they will feel very bad. There are half-gray and non-yellow wheat seedlings in a weed. Even the masters are desperate about such wheat fields and no longer force those who coat them to take care of weeds every day. If they don’t care for a few days, the weeds will grow wildly. It’s really strange that under such bad times, the wheat will not grow, but the weeds are growing wildly.

Including the Niulu, this big Niulu dispatched five white armors, fifteen vests and fifteen flag lords to serve as followers. Li Mingli was also a follower. Originally, he was a vest, but now he doesn't even have to pay attention to the arch armor, and can only be regarded as a flag lord.

Niu Luezhen was wearing silver iron armor, and the same was true for the white armor. When they gathered together, the silver iron armor exuded a thick metallic luster. Most of the white armors were long weapons made of fine iron, swords, tiger-tooth guns made of fine iron, with swords or sickles on their waists. On one side of the horse's belly were hung with throwing weapons such as throwing guns or flying axes and razors, on the other side were bags filled with light arrows and heavy arrows, and their long stride bows.

Each white armor is a strong man in his thirties, most of whom are injured and have cold eyes. When he sees Li Mingli and others coming over, he looks like he is looking at a group of dead people.

The vests were mostly young and strong in the past, mostly wearing cotton armor or mail. A few of them had iron armor, mostly in the style of the Ming army. The Eight Banners had to unify the armor, with red and red, white and white, yellow and yellow. Such uniformly divided double-breasted cotton armor or mailed iron armor at least happened before and after entering the pass.

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