After crossing the Baima River and walking east for another six days, Ding Hai and his party could no longer walk along the official road.

The road to the east was not as lonely as people imagined. The team was behind the army. As they walked, there were people who arrived earlier who had logged wood and carved stones. They used local materials to build their new villages, and also allowed him to see his colleagues in Asia.

Although he knew in Changsheng County that he would get a thousand acres of land, Xu Jin, the hundred households he led, did not know where their land was. The closer the immigrants were to their destination, the more nervous they became.

I am afraid of getting lost and I am afraid of being in trouble.

However, Lin Hu'er thought it was quite comprehensive. Qianhu, who arrived here early, ordered them to deviate from the official road, and the troops leading the way had more guerrilla soldiers under the Dongyang Military Palace.

"Where do you come from? Jizhen? I am from Pingyuan and have never been to Beizhi. I have only heard of it."

The young guerrilla flag army was born to the younger generation of the hometown of Youshuai Lin Manjue. There were few beards on his face and looked young. They were so talkative and friendly that Ding Hai expected. Without waiting for them to ask, he said: "The imperial court sent a lot of immigrants, and it was very lively here. Don't worry, the place you got is very good. In the past, it was a Western plantation."

Ding Hai and several immigrant household heads didn't understand it very well, so in the end he, the deputy lieutenant, asked on behalf of everyone: "Planting?"

The guerrilla flag army was wearing dirty green cloaks, carrying long and heavy killer guns on their shoulders, and walked in front with a light footsteps, smiling: "Well, they sometimes circle the ground, sometimes not, just like the piece of land you divided, with low hills on all sides, and a few whistles on the mountain can encircle the local people in it and cannot escape."

"Their army first went to capture the people to work for these plantation owners. Later, they used the law to make everyone around them work for them four months a year. Two months ago, there were more than 400 people in the sugarcane and squeezing sugar. They walked forward so much that they could sleep there tonight."

The guerrilla army had two mud marks on its face and sniffed, saying, "The things over there are ready-made ones, there is a village, there are more than 40 houses, stables and birdhouses. There is a garden behind the village, a sugar-pinching workshop next to it, and a short stone wall outside the village, which are all beautifully decorated."

After hearing the description of the guerrilla army, Ding Hai didn't know what to say for a moment. This was completely different from the wilderness he imagined. It sounded like all of them were prepared by Westerners, which was easier than buying a shop in China.

"Why do they want it?"

The guerrilla army waved their axe to cut off the branches of the shrubs that blocked the road. Hearing this, he paused in his hand and said with a smile: "I want to do it, but this matter is a long story."

"The former general and the Western Army met in the canyon. General Lin raided the Western Army's retreat. General Zeng led us to take the city of Mexico. The local people responded to the rebellion, but they were so angry that they saw that everyone wanted to kill him, so we retreated."

"As the war, the people of Western countries only care about escape, who can still care about this garden? This book owner is a nobleman who is not popular in the country, a nobleman. Look at him in his early thirties and is quite young, maybe his ancestors have become high-ranking officials?"

"The Western Army was repelled by Shuai Chen after only three days of fighting in the canyon. Shuai Lin was afraid that we would bump into thousands of defeated troops, so we dispersed. On the day when our general flag came, we were about to catch the park owner's escape. More than 40 servants and maids from a family of old and small families fled to the east. As it rained a few times, we moved in."

The little guerrilla army looked like a pity when talking about this. It was really impossible for them to catch up with the infantrymen who were riding horses and rushing cars. They were still fighting at that time. If they were cut off, they could make a fortune.

"Later, they were surrounded by Western Army scouts in the garden for half a month. They dared not attack us and didn't want to leave. They waited until peace talks. The border line has not been settled yet. The owner of the garden has come twice. For the first time, it was the first time that a team of Western Army wanted to take it back, but he was beaten away."

"The second time I came here to send someone to deliver a letter, saying that his wife, who had smallpox, was buried in the backyard of the village. It happened six or seven years ago, so we let a few people in and asked them to move the graves away. Later, it seemed like they had returned to China. Anyway, the border between the two countries is that."

Ding Hai looked back at his wife, and then said to the guerrilla army: "This kind of story about the planter is quite pitiful. You said that he is only in his thirties now. Six or seven years ago, the woman in her family was in her twenties and died of smallpox? What a pity."

"Don't pity him!"

The guerrilla army put down the killing gun and spat at the ground, and said indignantly: "You don't know how to pickle it. You will know when you go there. More than 200 households in the village of that plantation have him twenty-three children!"

"After crossing the Zhuangyuan Bridge, it is not easy to find a village with no mixed race to the south."

To be honest, Ding Hai didn't know much about Western countries and Asia. He only knew that the Ming Dynasty was fighting on and offshore with Western countries overseas, and he didn't know why. He only knew that most of the merchants who went overseas made money, and there were many novel gadgets in Northern Zhili.

Asia means mystery and wealth, so much so that the orders of the four provinces of the imperial court were not among the wanderers, but he brought his family here.

Only when you arrive in Asia will you know that many of these things are different from what you imagined.

Who has ever seen the fact that birds are used to destroy human seeds?

Get off the boat and send a thousand acres of land to the manor. Who has ever seen it?

The guerrilla army was thinking about something else but didn't tell Ding Hai, and suddenly said as if he had thought of something: "By the way, there are two more things. One is that there is a hole in the low wall of the village where the Western Army fired guns. The roofs of two houses were smashed by tigers and cannons. Remember to repair it. If there is no leakage, sometimes it can rain several times a day."

"The second thing is to guard against enemy attacks. I heard that you are from Jiubiandun Army and should know what the border is. This place is chaotic, and only one mile away is the Western Country Plantation. Be careful."

Ding Hai blinked: "How far?"

There are more than ten miles outside the Great Wall, and he thought the so-called border was like that. Now, tell me that the "border" is just a mile away?

The guerrillas looked very serious and said, "Yes, one mile, there is a short hill. To the east of the short hill is another plantation for the Westerners. It mainly grows cotton. Before the peace talks, we young people dare not fight eastward, and their garrisons dare not come westward, so the border was settled."

He said, curling his lips slightly and waved his hand, "But our Grand Marshal and the Western Commander Alva have not discussed exactly where the border is. Our General Lin said that there is no border in this world that has been negotiated, and even if the army ceases to cease to fight, there will be no less conflicts on the border. In the end, it depends on the skill in hand."

"You are right in front of you, they can hit the cannon on the top of the mountain...what is that?"

When they said this, they had passed through the land between the two villages. In the middle of this adjacent village, the immigrants used wooden pillars and boards to cover their bodies and shelter from the rain. Several young and strong men were busy digging wells in the middle of the village. A cavalry with bright armor led a war horse to the village.
Chapter completed!