Yang Fan and his two insidious wives set up a plot and felt a little complacent for a while.
At this time, Chen Xi and Mei Xiang were cleaning the fireplace. They discovered that they actually liked playing with fire. The fireplace had burned out. They needed to dig out the ashes, replace them with new firewood, and then ignite them with a gasoline blowtorch.
They especially like the roar of the gasoline blowtorch and the feeling of spitting out flames. It is really exciting. Under the flame of the gasoline blowtorch, the firewood will quickly ignite, and then just close the glass door of the fireplace. They especially enjoy it.
The glowing red fire lights up the living room.
As the old man said, flames can bring people warmth and a sense of security. It feels so good when a family talks around the fire at night, drinking drinks, eating local nuts from the Northeast, and chatting.
When the firewood in the fireplace burned, the ashes still contained a lot of dark red charcoal. Chen Xi buried a lot of sweet potatoes and waited for them to be cooked and delicious. Now, Yang Fan's territory has begun to grow sweet potatoes. The sweet potatoes that are most suitable for roasting are:
Two varieties.
One is tobacco potatoes from Shandong, and the other is sweet potatoes from Yunnan.
After it's baked, gently open it and the sugar water inside is as thick as amber and flowing everywhere. At this time, dig it in with a small spoon and eat it. It's simply delicious. The wives eat one every night.
The moment when the ashes are pulled out every day is the moment when the roasted sweet potatoes are harvested. Mei Xiang picks out the roasted sweet potatoes from the ashes, just one for each person. Carefully wipe the skin clean with a wet towel. Put it into a stainless steel plate and insert a stainless steel plate into each one.
small spoon.
"Wow! The roasted sweet potatoes are ready." When the little girl saw the roasted sweet potatoes coming, she immediately stopped the discussion.
From my point of view, the world is big and the food is the biggest. Nothing can stop her from enjoying the delicious food.
The family gathered around the newly lit fireplace, eating roasted sweet potatoes, enjoying the warmth, and chatting at the same time.
"By the way, Yueru, how's it going in Zunhua?" Yang Fan put down the spoon and wiped his mouth with a tissue and asked.
"Now that Zunhua has fallen, many people in the factories, mines and workshops outside the city do not listen to us, especially the businessmen who are backed by civil servants. As a result, they were all captured by the slaves. They deserved it." Lin Yueru cursed.
"We are not gods. We can save as many as we can." Yang Fan didn't care. These Donglin and the dependent businessmen under the civil service system were basically not good people. They all used their power to bully others, bully the market, monopolize all walks of life, and give Ming Dynasty
caused endless suffering to the people.
The common people can't afford rice, salt, or cloth to make clothes. In every aspect of daily life, there are people who monopolize various businesses, making things very expensive and making life difficult for the people. In fact, Zunhua is pretty good. After all, here
Everyone in the country has a job, and the salary is generally much higher than in other places.
This time, they were captured by Jiannu, which was their retribution. They were robbed completely, and they were also taken to Liaodong to work until they died of exhaustion. Jiannu was not a kind master.
Their slaves have a very high mortality rate. Most people can't live more than four years. So they have to come out frequently to plunder the population. Otherwise, their Eight Banners' economy will collapse.
"How is the industrial zone going?" Yang Fan asked.
This is what Yang Fan is concerned about. Yaoguang in Zunhua City is in charge of the affairs of the industrial zone, which mainly houses Xinghe Academy and one of the earliest steel plants. But Yang Fan is not actually worried. The defense of the industrial zone is very strong.
The siege technology of Jiannu's era was useless.
Even if they gnawed at the reinforced concrete walls made of high-grade cement in later generations, they couldn't gnaw at them. Moreover, the city wall was designed in a very bad way. Not only was it high, but there was no horse track on it at all. Only when the slaves climbed to the top of the wall did they find out.
Got cheated.
The top of the wall is only a ten centimeter round shape. The cement mortar is very smooth. It is so slippery that there is nowhere to stand or scratch. The wall is fifteen meters high, and there is a moat inside and outside. It is very slippery.
It will definitely turn into a pile of meat sauce when it goes down.
All the defensive forces are on the turrets. Every fifty meters there is a rectangular turret spanning the inside and outside of the wall. Like the horse face, it can shoot at the outside of the city wall.
If the Jiannu managed to climb up the wall despite the artillery fire, they would become stupid and have to ride on the wall. Otherwise, they would fall to their death. At this time, the lateral fire from the turrets on both sides would kill them.
"The fight against the industrial zone is far better than we imagined. For three days, they can't even control the shantytowns. Now they have fought in more than a dozen times, and they have been driven out again. They are all self-built buildings with three or four floors.
, there were muskets hitting them from above, below, left and right, and the Eight Banners suffered heavy losses." Lin Yueru said.
"The shantytowns are all filled with militiamen and young men, especially the young men who were captured temporarily and have not received a day's training. I didn't expect it to be really useful." Yang Fan was a little surprised.
In fact, Yang Fan knew very well that it was extremely irresponsible to drive untrained people to the battlefield. But Yang Fan's ideas were different from most people. Their family members were protected by the industrial zone, and they were also responsible for food and drink.
As the head of the family, a man must have the obligation to protect his family.
Yang Fan is not their master and has no obligation to rescue them. Since the emperor cannot be relied upon, they should rely on themselves to resist the invasion of the slaves. They cannot accept it. Yang Fan will force out their martial spirit and the natural talent in their blood no matter how hard he forces it.
Inherited from the blood of ancestors.
"Haha, sir, look at this telegram. The ones who fought best were not the militiamen, but the strong men battalion composed of opera singers from the same battalion. They fought with the red-toothed soldiers of Zhenghuang Banner for a day and a night, and hacked three people to death.
There are more than a hundred people, and I have only killed more than 200 people. Master, you must reward them heavily." Xiao Niangpi held up a battle report and said with a smile.
"What, opera singers, are they so good at fighting?" Yang Fan was a little confused.
"Master, you don't like to listen to operas, so you don't know anything." Lin Yueru explained. "As the saying goes, good skills will not destroy an actor. Don't think they are low-class people. They are all people who have no property and are running around in the rivers and lakes. They are not.
They really have real skills. Ordinary martial arts masters and bodyguards really don’t dare to conflict with them."
"Why? People who practice martial arts are actually afraid of those in Liyuan. This is unscientific." Yang Fan said curiously.
"Haha, sir, please don't underestimate these opera singers. A quarter of an hour on stage and ten years of kungfu offstage. They sing martial arts and swordsmanship, but they practice every day. Kung fu is something that they are afraid of practicing every day. They are afraid of hard work.
Martial arts training for opera singers is much harder than that for warriors. Those who are bodyguards, performers, street performers, and even martial arts practitioners are really no match for opera singers. Their swords, guns, and sticks are all real skills," Xiao Niangpi said.
When Yang Fan thought about it, it seemed that he was the same. It was said that the famous eldest brother who acted in movies in later generations had learned martial arts when he was young. He was said to have real kung fu. When Yang Fan checked it on his mobile phone, he was really dumbfounded. This is actually true in the imperial capital of later generations. He said it was true.
Those who practice Sanda don’t dare to provoke those who practice gymnastics. Those who practice gymnastics don’t dare to provoke those who sing Peking Opera.
I heard that they are afraid of being beaten if they are provoking troubles. It is a good practice not to mess with the actors, it is a true Beijing dialect.
This chapter has been completed!