A new day in Majiagang starts with being awakened from being frozen.

On the sixth day of November, dawn.

As soon as the sky was dawn, Ma Gui walked out of the house with a thick white bear coat, held the oil lamp and yawned red with his eyes, and vomited the first white air in the air.

In the past, he thought that only birth, old age, sickness and death were not changed by identity and wealth. North Asia Melica proved that there was still cold and hunger. No matter how thick a fur robe a person is, whether it is a flag army or a general.

If you don’t eat enough, your stomach will roar, and if you fall asleep, you will be awakened by the cold several times.

He counted the number of times he curled up last night and finally gave up the statistics... He seemed to be in peace in conscious or unconscious sleep, which made him confirm that he was half-dream and half-awake like the sleep he had on the night before.

Few people from the Expeditionary Force were wearing breastplate. They generally only wore a piece of mail in their fur coats. Because they were worn too thickly, it made it difficult to move, and their bodies could no longer bear the heavy armor.

The school ground was covered with white space, and the snow seemed to be getting smaller after two days. Ma Gui took a long knife from the weapon stand outside the door, and pierced the hilt of the knife into the snow and poked out the steps. Then he walked deep and shallowly in the snow over the deep, leaving a string of long footprints, leading to the skinned drum hanging in the center of the school ground.

The drum is an old drum, but the skin on it is the third new one after landing in Melica, North Asia. The tone is not as low as the one in the past, but it can be barely used.

After beating the three-way drum, the flag army slowly and dullly walked out of the houses in various places. They picked up tools to shovel snow without ordering the officials. This is their must-do work every day. In order to prevent the schoolyard and the street from ice, they shoveled all morning yesterday, and only started to do logging and transporting work at noon. When they came back in the evening, Majiagang was covered with a thick layer of snow, and they were busy all night.

After enjoying a very poor quality sleep, it was actually a good situation to sweep the snow when I woke up in the morning. The snow was not too heavy this time. One morning last month, it was snowing half a person at night. Many flag soldiers were trapped in the wooden house and finally climbed out of the chimney of the fireplace. After that, the door was changed to open inward by them.

"When Beiyang sends people to me, I will demolish the house. It is too inconvenient for two or three people to live in one house. Just like when I was at Shuihu Peak, more than a dozen people live in a big house. Each room has a corridor built outside the door. The door opens inward, and there must be a fireplace and a flue."

"The house can be scattered a little, and build a few places in fishing grounds, farms, forest farms, stone farms, pastures, ports, mud farms, and tiles, and then plan a few roads to reduce the useless work of the flag army."

Ma Gui did not participate in the snow sweeping and ordered the two clerks under his command that he did not always reflect his privileges in this way. Most of the time, he would work with the flag army because he could not find anything more meaningful except for work and could make the body warm.

As the saying goes, those who practice martial arts should practice in the summer, the three-day and nine-year-olds in winter, but the solar terms of Zhili cannot work here. Although Ma Gui only understands the celestial phenomena, it is obvious that winter will begin in October and winter will come out in April, so maybe the winter will be practiced in the winter for 18 or 19 years.

In fact, this has made the flag army feel very happy. At least it is only six months in winter, and Shuihu Peak has nine months in winter.

The craftsmen of the civil servants re-planned the new Majiagang. Magui went to visit the two flag troops who had stolen bison meat and were sick. The huge buffalo was cut and weighed 1,970 kilograms. The huge meat was extremely beautiful in color. Although Magui ordered the flag troops not to eat it and to eat it for domesticated white bears to eat, several flag troops still competed for food with the big white bears, and fewer people had a stomachache.

He doesn't know how to hunt for his owner, and he will bite people without a bridle. It's uncomfortable to ride. He has to think about how to eat it all day long. He doesn't know whether he is taming the big white bear or the big white bear taming him.

However, Ma Gui did not punish them. For the flag army who had no stable food source during the long migration, it was difficult to accept that the best food was wasted. Not to mention them, even Ma Gui himself made great determination to give up the meat while weighing fullness and safety.

So when Ma Gui went to visit the patient, he sat for a long time without speaking. He just listened to the patient's repeated confession of his mistakes, hoping that the Lord would not punish them for this.

After they finished speaking, General Ma, who was sitting upright, licked his lips and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Sick Flag Army: "Eh?"

"I still have to punish me, but I have always wanted to ask, is that bison meat delicious?" Ma Gui was very serious, with a strong desire and inquiry for meat on his face: "The meat is very red, and looks thin and tender to the touch. Why do you eat it? Did you steal oil and fry it or put it on the stone slab in the fireplace? Could it be boiled in water? Will it taste too bland and boring if there is no spice?"

"No, no, general! Just put some salt and throw two branches into the pot. It tastes so delicious! It's much better than white bear meat!"

The patient, whose face turned pale and wrapped in his coat, mentioned the disease as if he had recovered. He said with a hint of beauty: "It would be better if it was a little oil. General, we should grow some rapeseed on the farm. This cow has too little fat, although... please punish him!"

"Oh! Rapeseed, yes, we need a big saw, hammer, rapeseed, no, the salmon in the sea is very fat!"

Ma Gui ignored the Qi Jun's words and suddenly fell on the couch. It took him a long time to react: "You are also stealing white bear meat!"

But why does this tone sound full of envy?

He frowned and said, "Listen, as a punishment, when you two get sick, follow the fishermen to fish. We will eat the lean fish. The fat fish, you two find a way to turn it into fish oil." Ma Gui took a deep breath with his nose, and somehow had an unfulfilled look on his face, and said, "When the wind and snowy days pass, the hunters will fight the bison back. You must let all brothers eat the fish and fried beef!"

When the two patients heard this, they were not punished. Didn’t he eat fish again?

He hurriedly fell down again and said thank you very much.

Ma Gui stood up with a burly figure. Just looking at the expressions of the two, you will know what they were thinking. He waved his hand gently, and then sighed heavily, and sighed with a deep expression: "It's all hungry, not just you, everyone suffers from cold and hunger. Ma knows very well what it feels like to get hungry, so why don't you allow you to eat? It's just thousands of soldiers, only you, no one can die, whether it's greedy or military law."

"With the best armor and weapons, train the best soldiers, and control the best warships and the best artillery, no one expected that they would encounter this way."

"The court and Ma both thought about this expedition...too simple!"

Magui walked out of the sick room and returned to his room to write books. In fact, it was just a few dozen papers. He roughly introduced the climate, tribes, terrain of the areas they passed through, and the coasts marked with forest farms, fishing grounds, rocks, and edible fruits. The most important thing was that the expeditionary forces used the missing equipment and encountered various problems.

As well as Ma Gui's confession of the failure of this Eastern Expedition, in the book, he tried his best to suggest to Chen Mu and the court to reorganize the Second Expeditionary Force, carrying various daily necessities outside the armor, landing on the southern coast of the Heishui Marinha Islands where spring wheat can be planted, and small towns were built, connecting them with ships to advance eastward.

The cover of this book, bound together with bent iron nails, is a few big words written by Ma Gui with charcoal pen "Zhu Ji Lu"

"Boat!"

The wooden door was suddenly pushed open, and the personal soldiers supported their knees and shouted and poured into the room with the cold wind. His arm pointed at the port behind him, but he couldn't speak. He took a big breath several times and swallowed his saliva and wet his throat. Then he simply bowed: "General, the fleet is here!"
Chapter completed!