The Khan ordered his troops, and the scrolls had his name on them.
King Yu is about to go on an expedition, which may not be of much concern to the people of Xiangyang City.
But for the soldiers of the Qin Army, it is very important.
The entire firearms battalion went north, and half of the guard battalion was also transferred north, leaving several thousand people to guard Xiangyang.
In Xiangyang City, several families live together in a house.
The small but warm house on the east side has a roof made of reeds, with a layer of straw added to prevent even a drop of rain from falling.
In the courtyard, there is a well water shared by several families. A man, wearing a thin brown coat, stained with stains, is constantly sharpening his knife.
Several half-year-old children watched with interest through the window. Even though their family members shouted many times, they ignored them.
The man smiled and ignored him.
"Dad, can you play with the knife for me?"
At this time, a boy of seven or eight years old, with big eyes and pursed mouth, shouted timidly.
Although he was afraid, his love for the knife made his eyes shine.
"No, you're too young."
Jia Yan shook his head. He didn't hate this stepson, he was just afraid that he would mess up.
"Oh!" Ergouzi lowered his head in disappointment.
"Master, are you going to fight again?"
Inside the house, a pot of braised pork was being cooked, and a strong aroma came out, revealing a thin, yellow face.
She is the wife Jia Yan married when he came to Xiangyang last year, and she also brought a son with her.
At that time, he thought that a woman who had given birth could be born again, and if she had a son, she could pass on the incense to him in the future.
After all, he can die in battle at any time, and his stepson is also his son.
The woman's face was full of concern: "Can I not go?"
"It's not that easy to get the salary from King Yu!"
Jia Yan sighed, put away the knife, and then said: "Because I have to go north, I took five days off, otherwise there would be no such good thing."
With that said, he picked up his cheap son and carried him directly into the room: "It's time to eat."
On the table, in addition to a plate of braised pork, there was also a pot of wine, a plate of pickles, and a plate of green vegetables.
In this troubled world, it can be considered extremely rich.
"Eat!" Picking up the basin-sized bowl, Jia Yan started eating quickly.
From time to time he would pick up pieces of meat and his mouth would be bulging.
Even though Er Gouzi had seen too much, he was still surprised.
"Look, you eat it too!"
Jia Yan casually took a piece of fat meat to his son and started eating it again.
After a while, most of the plate of braised pork went into his stomach.
"Why don't you eat?"
Jia Yan looked at the mother and son who were not using their chopsticks and couldn't help but say.
"As the head of the family, the family cannot be without a pillar of support."
The woman covered her mouth and cried.
The man's monthly salary and rewards for his meritorious service have made this family better. Now he is going to war again, and he doesn't know what the future will be like.
"What's the matter? If you are paid by King Yu, war will be inevitable."
Seeing the woman crying, Jia Yan patted the table and took out a stack of paper from his arms.
"This is the land I got in exchange for merit points. Including the previous land, it totals thirty acres, all in Wuchang Mansion. If I lose it, I'll go there!"
Jia Yan sighed, feeling a little out of control.
When the woman saw this, she cried less and less: "You can do a lot if you have land, but if you don't have a man, you can only be bullied."
As he said this, a stack of land deeds was already in his arms.
Er Gouzi also understood that his father, who had been his for a year, might be gone at some point.
"Dad, you must come back."
"Yeah!" Jia Yan smiled, nodded and said, "Your father and I are invulnerable, but your mother's stomach is not up to par!"
"What nonsense are you talking to a child about!" the woman said angrily.
In charge of the leadership of ten people, Jia Yan ate and drank in the military camp, and received a monthly salary of five dollars, which was more than enough to support a family.
A meal of meat every ten days is essential.
What Er Gouzi looks forward to most is that when his father comes home from vacation, he can eat meat.
He is also used to the noise.
"If I don't come back, King Yu said that there will be a pension of thirty acres of land."
"You, mother and son, take the land deed and go to Wuchang Mansion to guard the land. The brothers' land is all together, and no one dares to bully you."
Jia Yan took a sip of wine and said nonchalantly.
The two dogs were concentrating on eating meat, while the women were frowning.
"When I come back, I will probably have more than ten acres of land. You, woman, should be smiling."
Not wanting to waste time, Jia Yan carried the woman straight into the inner room.
Creaking, popping, popping, the symphony kept ringing.
Er Gouzi ate the meat with both hands, his face was covered with oil, and he didn't care about it.
"Brother, it's time to go back to camp."
At this time, the brothers who lived in the courtyard next door came over and shouted.
When I return to camp during the holidays, I always return at night, and it is impossible to return in the morning.
Jia Yan was extremely reluctant to part with her, and finally touched Nazi and said regretfully: "Why don't you have a doll?"
Satisfied, the woman replied: "Just come a few more times. It's only three days off in a month, which is too short."
Hearing this, Jia Yan shivered. This was more tiring than training in the military camp.
"A woman like you has sucked up all the fat and water our army has eaten."
After saying something angrily, Jia Yan walked away with a knife.
"It seems we need to get more land, otherwise we will have to study if we have a son!"
"Even if you are a thief or a slave, you still have to work hard!"
I made up my mind and immediately became energetic.
On November 15th, all armies returned to camp and counted their numbers.
The next day, with the cavalry battalion as the vanguard, they headed towards Nanyang.
The remaining camps moved slowly.
On the other side, in the military camps located in Wuchang Prefecture and Xiangyang Prefecture, they began to draw out prisoners at a ratio of five to one and carry grain, grass and baggage.
To put it bluntly, the people were in poverty and the corvee could not be collected, so prisoners were used instead.
Each military camp carefully selects those who are strong and physically strong.
As a result, nearly 5,000 people were forced to transport supplies.
After months of work and training, almost none of the prisoners were disobedient.
Those who were disobedient were tortured to death.
"Brother Qing, we have been selected."
Wang Chunqing was driving the sheep when someone suddenly said to her ear.
After killing the hatred in his heart, he entered the military camp. He had no desires and demands and was very obedient. He was soon appointed as the leader of the prisoners.
While others were harvesting rice, he only used to herd sheep and feed chickens.
"Yeah?"
Wang Chunqing's heart moved. Although life in the military camp was easy, the food was rough and the life was rough. It was really frustrating for a long time.
"Going to move the baggage, it's an auxiliary force after all."
Wang Chunqing said in surprise: "If there is a chance, we can also make meritorious deeds and leave here!"
"That's right!"
At this time, the camp commander who was lame on one foot came over and said in a deep voice: "If you have merit points, you will be a fighting soldier. If you are not good enough, you will be a defender. You can leave the military camp."
The prisoners were overjoyed.
This special news spread throughout all the military camps, and for a while, people's hearts surged.
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Wuchang Prefecture, Dangyang County.
"The County Lord, the Military and Political Department has issued an order, requiring all counties to cooperate with the garrison, eliminate thieves, stabilize the place, and monitor military settlements..."
Not long after Zhu Yiquan had breakfast, he was disturbed by the hired master, who made him utter a string of words.
"Are we going to fight again?"
Zhu Yiquan was surprised and sighed.
"should be."
The master also sighed: "Prince Yu, he is an old man who almost never goes to war without fighting. He just captured Jiujiang not long ago, and now he is going north to Henan."
"By the way, Master, how much was the bride price for hiring you?"
Zhu Yiquan suddenly asked.
"The student is ashamed. He only remembers that it was sixty taels."
The master was stunned and then said.
"Now that silver taels have been changed to silver coins, let's simply set the bride price as one hundred yuan!"
"Ah? Thank you, sir, for your consideration, sir." Master thanked him hurriedly.
After the currency was changed to salary, the monthly salary of a seventh-grade magistrate was sixty silver coins, and the annual income was seven hundred and twenty yuan.
"I need your help during this period."
Zhu Yiquan said with emotion.
When you become a county magistrate, you naturally want to climb up the ladder. To achieve political success, you need more help from your master and you have to be willing to spend money.