At this time, even Shandong, which attaches great importance to business, must put down all activities to make way for a good harvest.
Zuo Mengeng also put aside his leisure and left Qingdao, patrolling various places counterclockwise.
Zheng Zhilong looked around Qingdao, which aroused his curiosity even more, and strongly requested to follow Zuo Mengeng.
Zuo Mengeng was not surprised by his mentality.
It was not the case for Zhang Pu, Lu Shiyi and others back then.
Today Zhang Pu still lives in Qingdao and writes books and talks every day.
Zhang Pu praised and criticized the situation in Shandong, and his debates with Liu Zongzhou, Huang Zongxi and others never stopped.
There was no difficulty for him here, and his articles were published as usual.
In Zuo Mengeng’s words, the truth cannot be discerned.
The opinions of both sides are listed, and then based on the facts, they are submitted to the public for judgment.
Qingzhou, where the Farm Reclamation Group is based.
Looking around, the earth is golden.
The boundless wheat is all covered with heavy ears, swaying gently in the breeze, emitting a sound more sweet than silver bells.
The aroma of wheat filled the air, making everyone smile.
The male end was in the field, with his trouser legs rolled up, and his feet were covered in mud.
But he didn't care at all.
Although he lost the dignity of being an official, he felt very comfortable being able to participate in labor and get together with the common people.
However, the news reported by the public is not very good.
"An experienced farmer said that it will definitely rain within three days at the latest. If the harvest cannot be completed before then, a lot of wheat will suffer."
Zuo Mengeng attached great importance to this statement.
In an era when accurate weather forecasting is impossible, sometimes the experience of farmers is more important.
"What do you do?"
Gong Duan pointed to the wheat field with a worried look on his face.
"I have mobilized all the public officials in the city, county, and township, asking them to go down to the grassroots and participate in the harvesting work. But you also know that this little manpower will not make much difference. The Agricultural Reclamation Group is okay , is highly organized, and everyone works from dawn to dusk, not daring to rest at all, maybe the harvest can be completed. But ordinary people will be sad."
Zuo Mengeng fully agreed with his judgment.
After all, Nongken Group is a highly organized enterprise that can exert its greatest strength no matter what it does.
And the people who suffer the most are ordinary people.
Each family's land received no other assistance except neighbors helping each other during harvesting.
If the weather is fine, it's okay to harvest slowly.
However, once a natural disaster occurs, the harvest of the year will basically be ruined.
Zuo Mengeng did not hesitate and immediately told Fu Yijian: "Order the troops stationed in various places to dispatch immediately to help the people harvest. The only requirement is that one seedling and one grain of rice must be put into the warehouse."
Zheng Zhilong was nearby, already attracted by this rough and heroic harvest scene in the north.
You will never see such endless stretches of farmland in Fujian, and you will never see such a spectacular scene during the harvest.
But when he heard Zuo Mengeng's words, he was really shocked.
"Brother Zuo, the officers and soldiers are vulgar and cruel. If you do this rashly, I'm afraid the people will suffer."
Zuo Mengeng was stunned and realized that he was comparing the new army with the old-style armies of the Ming Dynasty.
"Haha, an official doesn't know something. Our Shandong New Army is an army of the people. No matter what we do, we will serve the people wholeheartedly. There will never be anything that disturbs or harms the people."
Zheng Zhilong said it and then regretted it.
In any case, this is Shandong's family matter, and there is no need for him, an outsider, to intervene and arouse hatred.
After listening to Zuo Mengeng's words, he disapproved in his heart.
All soldiers in the world are like wolves and tigers. As the saying goes, bandits are like combs and soldiers are like grates.
This time the people of Shandong will be in bad luck.
But what happened next gave him an unforgettable impact.
Far away on the horizon, countless soldiers could be seen standing in a neat queue, holding sickles, poles and other tools in their hands. They did not carry any weapons with them, just appearing in the fields.
The bright red flag in front showed their identity.
When they saw the soldiers coming, the farmers who were frowning in the fields all became happy and raised their hands to call, as if they had seen their relatives.
"Report to the Commander-in-Chief, all officers and soldiers of the 39th Regiment of the 8th Division of the Fourth Army are here to report in accordance with your order. Please give me your instructions."
Looking at the energetic soldiers, Zuo Mengeng's smile was extremely bright.
He pointed to the farmland around him that had not changed much and launched an impassioned speech on the spot.
"Our new army can defend the people with weapons in hand. Putting down the weapons and picking up the sickle can also help the people. In three days, the heavy rain will come. It depends on you whether the people can keep their hard work for a year.
This task is very difficult, can you complete it?"
The response from thousands of officers and soldiers was earth-shattering.
"Wherever our army goes, we will be victorious and invincible, and we will ensure we complete our mission!"
Zuo Mengeng was satisfied and ordered: "Assign tasks."
The leader of the regiment immediately divided his men into several groups, and then the soldiers rushed into the fields like howling hungry wolves.
With the addition of so many new forces, the harvest of food immediately became faster.
Zheng Zhilong looked on dumbfounded as the wheat fields turned into flat ground and the harvested wheat piled up like mountains.
What surprised him the most was that among all the soldiers, none of them actually disturbed the people. They were all fighting in the fields.
He even saw ordinary farm women running over to bring food and drink to these soldiers, with eager looks for fear that these soldiers would be hungry and thirsty.
The sight of the soldiers and civilians mingling together in harmony made Zheng Zhilong's heart surge and he could not calm down for a long time.
At the same time, across the land of Shandong, hundreds of thousands of new officers and soldiers, in addition to necessary combat readiness forces, were all dispatched to help farmers harvest grain.
Faced with major disasters in the past, farmers were absolutely unable to cope with the tragedy, but this time it did not happen.
In just three days, all the wheat was harvested and put into storage, and not a single bit was lost in the disaster.
Heavy rain poured down, and the space between heaven and earth soon turned into an endless ocean.
Seeing that the originally gentle river turned into a roaring dragon, Zheng Zhidong's eyes became blurred.
"Tell me, if Zuo Mengeng really conquers the world in the future, how should we deal with ourselves?"
When the Zheng family members around heard this, they all fell silent.
Their expressions were different, and they obviously had their own ideas.
But it is no surprise that Zheng Zhilong was greatly affected, and so were they.
Originally, they were standing on the sea, looking around unrivaled. But now, they have to think about the future.
