"Stick to the left, to the left, right, hang upright."

A North Asian long-time worker wearing original color tanned deer leather pants stepped on a wooden ladder and hung a plaque in front of the newly built wooden archway at the entrance of the manor. The three big characters Dingjiazhuang were written in the middle of the plaque.

Ding Hai held the newly engraved stones beside him, held his arms and looked up at the plaque. The handwriting of Fu Yuan, the general of the Eastern Army, was printed on the stones. The cinnabar ink said, "Dingzhuang Post, the second military food supply station of Baiba Road, the East Army's Office," and the dragon and phoenix danced.

"I have been busy digging trenches and setting up a wall in the village before, but finally I put the plaque up. Let's go back to the village quickly. It's so cold that people's ears can freeze."

Ding Hai looked back at the archway with satisfaction, and finally he was willing to look back. He picked up his fists and bowed to the Beiya merchants who were busy with their heads smoking, saying, "Recently, thanks to all the hard work, I have ordered the women in the village to prepare mutton soup dumplings. Remember the sea rice that everyone caught last month? We have eaten all today."

"I really can't catch sea cucumbers, so I can only put some fish in the soles of the shoe, also called the pike. It looks weird but the meat is very fresh... It's time to pack it after a while. After lunch, I will continue to work hard. The trap outside the village will see if there is any wild game for food. The shopkeepers were divided into two batches, one group practiced foot shooting with me, and one group learned to fight with the owner of the second village. Seeing that the battles in the northeast are fighting sooner or later, the French rely on horses and equipment. We veterans can also contribute to the court and take some horses back."

Ding Hai was happy that the military rations of the Dongyang Military Mansion were stored in Dingjiazhuang, but the military rations, no matter how well prepared it is, its purpose is not to be delicious. How good can it be?

Others eat dried biscuits with dai sauce, while Beiyang Qijun eats sour plum appetizer dry biscuits hot rice, sauerkraut and beef. At most, it is just nutritious and tastes no more than a serious meal.

The soldiers in Beiyang were almost vomiting when they ate military food, not to mention the immigrants who couldn't even eat military food. They just ate millet, potato flour, corn flour, steamed buns, and sailed storms. The grain ship lost some food to run away, but no one died. If there were fewer foods, people would have to be nervous on the ship.

It has been nearly two months since Ding Hai still feels choking when he sees sweet potatoes.

Then everyone was hungry, and there was not enough water and food, so everyone figured out a way to resist hunger. Don’t drink water after eating sweet potatoes and potatoes... Everyone thought that drinking water after eating will rinse the things in their stomachs, and then they will be hungry again if they rinse down, right?

However, after arriving in Bordeaux, their food was pretty good. The fresh meat was eaten by Chen Jiujing's troops, and the immigrants lived a life of eating canned beef every day.

However, for the Beiya merchants, what they eat doesn’t matter to them. They can understand the word Gao and Tang, but no one knows what it means together.

The main thing is that I have great expectations, there is no need to know what to eat. The shopkeepers are good at observing today's food from the expression of the owner.

They knew this on the North Asian border that as long as the Ming immigrants said that the rice was not very delicious, it would definitely be very delicious; if the Ming immigrants said that the rice today was delicious, it would definitely be delicious and would make people chew the plate.

Speaking of this, we have to mention the envy of North Asian immigrants for the native people of the Euroi people. They just used that hard bread bowl? They served the Ming Dynasty food and could really chew the bowl after dinner. The porcelain bowls used by the Ming Dynasty immigrants were not very good and could not taste it.

There are only three real veterans in Dingjiazhuang. Ding Hai, Ding Lu, and Wang Yang of Dun Jun. The latter two are the younger brother and wife of the owner Ding Hai, and the thirty-two young farmers. They are all natives in North Asia. In Ding Hai's eyes, they can be archers even if they are trained properly, but now only seven people can go to the enemy camp with him at night.

This scale is just right, and it is the same as before. It is the same as the small camp of Mongolia. It is two or three people in small scale, wearing armor and wearing captains' jackets and hiding calf horn bows. It carries arrows and enters the enemy camp late at night. It finds the horses close to three or five steps to shoot over to cooperate with the army's actions.

Hidden, swift, and brave are their main skills.

Of course, there are also fighting abilities, but they are not outstanding. It is already very powerful to fight two without wearing armor. Moreover, these people often have martial arts skills but have no place to use their skills. Several soldiers use force in the enemy camp, and they are still good at assassinating the thief chief in a desperate manner. Once discovered, they will face the situation of killing ten people.

Relatively speaking, what we pay more attention to is the skill of touching the thief and the courage to keep your eyes at the same time.

Ding Hai knew very well that his shopkeepers were not ready for something more dangerous.

Behind the archway is the low wall of Dingjiazhuang. Outside the manor that originally belonged to which noble family, Ding Hai and everyone built a half-person-high low wall of civil and wooden surrounding the village. He also planned to build two trenches outside the low wall, one to guide the river to protect the village, and the other to set up barbs and pits.

However, the village only has a hundred people, including women and children. The project is too large, and there are still farming in the beginning of spring. They have to wait until next autumn alone to finish this matter, so they just built a low wall, prepared three border posts in the north, and built a ferry to the south. When they found that the enemy's large-scale operations, they retreated to Henan.

In the cold winter, all the shopkeepers wearing leather pants and cotton-padded jackets were reluctant to move. Ding Hai did not think that the French, who were thin and famine, would move troops at this time.

But he was wrong, he was really stupid.

The shopkeepers sat in line with wooden chopsticks and waited for the soup dumplings to be cooked. When the farm immigrated to the north, the small bell brought out from the monastery on the shore was suddenly knocked continuously. They rushed back from a distance, not a tall horse, but a Spanish donkey. On the back was Ding Hai's wife's brother Wang Yang. He couldn't stand the speed of the donkey turning over and jumping down as soon as he rode through the archway.

"Brother-in-law, there are groups of beggars coming from the north!"

It's true that this little donkey was dressed up by Dingjiazhuang. He was wearing a purple floral cotton jacket, and his tail was braided with small braids and a bell hung. As he walked, Ding Ling's beef was ringing.

Everyone in the village was staring at the big pots in the middle of the yard. The women and children were busy waiting for the dumplings to come out of the pot. Ding Hai held the chopsticks and looked at his wife and brother running into the village and said, "Beggar?"

"It's not easy to survive on the border. There's a famine in the north. Can you help me with a little bit and prepare cornmeal for them."

As soon as Ding Hai finished speaking, Wang Yang, who was so angry that he ran out of breath, supported his knees and said, "It's not my brother-in-law. They look like beggars, but they all hold swords, spears and muskets. Perhaps they are thieves who come to grab food. There are more than 60 people, eight miles away from the village. Now, there are probably six or seven miles left, and you can see it."

Bang!
Chapter completed!