In mid-March of 1789, just as Xu Dayong was thinking about how to transport more trackers out of Sichuan, spring arrived early in the outer Northeast.
The surging snowwater surged out of the valley and merged into the Xila River at the foot of the mountain. The ice gradually opened up and the river began to flow slowly again. The ice sheets made a huge noise and surged in the middle of the river. Waiting for these ice sheets to be When it rushed into the sea to the south, it had turned into countless undulating pieces of ice.
The large smoke cannons that were randomly raging in the wilderness have disappeared. The icicles like candied haws under the eaves are slowly melting under the warm sunlight. Drops of rosin-colored water droplets are dripping in front of and behind the house.
The days of cat winter in Beihai Town are over, and the whole city seems to have come alive. In the fields, the snow began to melt, and with the roar of the large combined land preparation machine, the midday sun shone hotly on the black soil rolled out by the plows. The remaining snow on the hills, riddled with holes like fish scales, is eagerly shining its last light.
At dawn, from Beihai Town to Fuldan City, hundreds of tractors of various sizes from the agricultural machinery units under the Civil Affairs Bureau roared out one after another, starting another year of spring plowing.
As Zhao Xin bought more tractors in the past few years, more than 300,000 acres of farmland have been newly reclaimed north of Fuldan City from the year before last to now. When many new farmers see the vast expanse of cultivated land, they will be surprised and sit down on the ground. Then they greedily grab a handful of soil and bring it to their noses to smell it deeply. This is something that many farmers will never be able to do in their lifetimes. What a big deal!
Outside the town of Khabarovsk, which is located at the confluence of the Heilongjiang and Ussuri rivers, the wasteland in the wilderness has not yet thawed. Several giant tractors with land preparation machines drove in. The huge plows were separated by a finger's thickness. of ice, and then dug out the still-frozen mud underneath.
Zhu Dagui, the new director of Boli Farm in Beihai Town, stood on the ground, his dark cheeks turned red by the chilly spring breeze. He introduced to several new farmers from Shandong around him: "Look, this kind of land has to be plowed when it's freezing. Otherwise, when it gets civilized, it will sway when people step on it, just like stepping on a jar." It's like miso, so it's even harder to get. I think back when we were opening up land in Fuldan City, the land was even busier than here, and everywhere was filled with what the Hezhe people call 'red rusty water'."
Several farmers from Wendeng sat slumped on the ground, dumbfounded. They watched in astonishment as the green crawler monster easily dug out the hard ground up to a foot deep with its long rows of plows. deep groove, feeling happy and scared at the same time.
"Come on, my mother! With this animal, I'm afraid I won't be able to plant dozens of acres of land in one day."
“Brother Dagui, do you know how to fertilize this animal?”
"Yes, I can do everything. If you put on a plow, you can plow the ground, and if you put on a harvester, you can harvest crops. To tell you the truth, this is called mechanization!"
"What? Chicken blood? What does leasing a big green animal have to do with chickens?"
Zhu Dagui smiled slightly after hearing this. This joke was made by almost everyone new to Beihai Town, including him. Newly arrived refugees like to call machines "cattle", including red animals, green animals, animals with wheels, animals with tracks, giant animals, and big animals.
As they were talking, they saw a tractor a few hundred meters away suddenly stopped. Several new young refugees were talking quietly on the other side of the field.
"Why are you lying down?"
"I guess the people who took care of the livestock in the morning didn't give them enough food, right?"
After hearing this, Xu Sanshui on the side rolled his eyes and looked at the bundle of hay sitting under his butt.
"Hey~ Sanshui, what are you doing?"
"Wait a minute, Sanshui, I'll help you feed him."
Zhu Dagui, who was explaining to a few old farmers what "machinery" was, suddenly looked up and saw two young men in the distance holding two bundles of hay and running towards the stopped tractor.
"What are you two doing?! Stay right here! It's dangerous!"
Unexpectedly, the two young men seemed not to have heard it. When they ran to the giant tractor and circled around it, they quickly became overwhelmed.
"Sanshui, where is this guy's mouth?"
Xu Sanshui looked up at the track wheels that were taller than himself, and felt more and more that this thing was not a living thing. But how can it be so powerful? The frozen soil that even a pickaxe could not dig out was easily dug into a foot-thick trench.
"Why don't you go to the front and try?" My companion tentatively gave me an idea.
Xu Sanshui, who was holding the grass in his arms, was about to walk in front of the tractor when suddenly he heard a loud "beep" sound above his head. He and his companion fell into the ditch, and the hay was scattered all over the ground.
"Hahahahaha~~" A hearty laughter came from above his head. Xu Sanshui looked up in shock, and then noticed that there was a large window as bright as glass above the "giant animal". Across the window, a handsome girl wearing a brown fox fur hat was laughing.
The reason why Xu Sanshui could tell it was a girl was because there were two big shiny black braids hanging on the other person's shoulders.
"Female? Why is this a woman?!"
Xu Sanshui's face turned red immediately. He was a stubborn person. He stood up quickly, jumped on his feet and shouted: "Whose girl, get down here! Ouch~"
At this time, Zhu Dagui had already walked over. He raised his foot and kicked Xu Sanshui's knee. He cursed loudly: "What a fucking bastard! What are you looking at? Get out of here. That hay is for you to feed the cows." Horse feeder, who told you that you can feed the machine! Get away!"
"I know, Uncle Dagui."
When Zhu Dagui walked back to the field laughing and cursing, an old farmer asked: "Uncle Zhu, tell me, the big animals have taken away all our farming work, what can we do in the future?"
Zhu Dagui said with a smile: "What are you doing? Weeding crops, raising cattle and pigs, building a greenhouse, what are you talking about? You will be busy all year round!"
The old farmer also laughed. Farmers are not afraid of being busy, they are only afraid if they are not busy. But in a blink of an eye, he said suspiciously: "But this big animal, oh, no, the machine has taken care of all the farming. What can the cow do? No matter how strong the cow is, there is no machine that can do it, right?"
Zhu Dagui said: "You Xu Laoshuan, you are fighting with your son! How could you forget what I said earlier? What are you doing raising cows? Raising cows for meat!"
Xu Laoshuan rubbed the back of his head where his braids had just been shaved off and smiled.
At this time, in the horse farm far to the northwest of Beihai Town, the horses were in full bloom and were making a lot of noise. The hair balls flying off their bodies were flying off, and the pungent smell of horse sweat could be smelled from a distance.
Zhao Xin sat hunched over on the wooden fence, looking at his white horse that was circling happily, while chatting with Yalha beside him.
No one can manage horses better than Yarha. He has gradually become the director of the Beihai Town Military Horse Farm from an unspectacular stable boy. Before that, he studied veterinary medicine from Liu Zheng. Every spring when wild flowers bloom, Yalha collects various medicinal herbs and digs medicinal roots in the wasteland, dry caves and wet caves.
On the wall of the stable not far away, bundles of hay with different leaf shapes were hung high. Spring grass sprouts for burns, snake eye medicine for snake bites, black leaf grass for leg wounds, a very inconspicuous white grass that grows next to the roots of willow trees in the woods, which can cure internal injuries, and many more unknown ones. Herbs that can cure various horse ailments and seasonal illnesses.
"My lord, your horse is fat."
"Lao Ya, how can a horse be called fat? That's called gaining weight."
Yarha slapped his forehead and laughed: "There are so many ways to learn Chinese that I can't remember them all."
Zhao Xin didn't laugh at him, and changed the subject: "I say, after so many years, it's time for you to find a woman."
Yarha held a dry tobacco bag in his mouth, heheheihehe, and said vaguely: "Forget it, who would want to find a cripple like me."
"You can't say that. You are not a miserable person like Chun Lai. You have to leave a wife, right?"
"Haha, let's talk about it later. Now I have thousands of horses in charge, so I don't have that spare time."
The army horses in Beihai Town started with a dozen horses, and today the number of military horses has reached more than 5,000. In addition to the Soviet heavy-duty draft horses that Zhao Xin bought in the early days, the largest number of Mongolian horses in the horse farm now are captured from the Qing army. As for the Don hippos captured from the Rakshasa side, they are now kept in captivity outside the city of Yaksa.
Due to the traffic conditions in the outer Northeast, all kinds of military horses are still a must for the Northern Navy when traveling. Among them are riding horses that are fast and easy to ride, draft horses used to pull artillery, baggage vehicles, etc., and pack horses used to carry supplies.
Historically, until the Second World War, except for a few countries such as the United Kingdom and the United States, the main means of pulling field artillery and transporting mountain artillery in other countries still relied on horse power.
Now in the whole Beihai Town, Serdan and Zhao Xin are the only ones who can deal with Yalhati in finding a wife. They ignore everyone else's opinions and might end up choking. The former saved his life in the ice and snow, and the latter used poor medical skills to bring him back from the brink of death.
Yalha clumsily struck the match with his remaining fingers, lit the cigarette, then turned to Zhao Xin and said, "I heard you are leaving again? Where are you going back?"
"Leave early tomorrow morning. News came back from Irkutsk that the Rakshasa people are still evil. I feel uneasy unless I go and take a look."
"Are we going to fight again?"
"Yeah. I guess after this fight, the Rakshasa people will stop." Zhao Xin jumped to the ground holding on to the railing, with a few drops of mud splashing on his shiny black boots. He patted Yalha on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Go back and ask Wan Zao's wife to tell you about your relationship. Hey, I say, don't drag her away this time! Wait until I come back after the war to drink you Wedding wine.”
After watching Zhao Xinyuan disappear, Yalha limped towards his office with his hands behind his back. Before he could enter, a scholar-looking guy in his early thirties came over with a few books under his arm.
"Director, this is the record of the horses taken by the cavalry battalion leader in the past few days and the feed list allocated by the civil affairs department. You need to check and sign."
This man's name was Lu Zigao, and he was responsible for keeping accounts at the military horse farm. He boarded a ship from Sheyang Lake in northern Jiangsu Province in the 51st year of Qianlong's reign. Because he had previously engaged in horse business outside the country, he was arranged by the Civil Affairs Bureau.
"Well, tell me before you sign." After saying that, Yalha walked in and sat down. Lu Zigao flipped through the account book and explained to him the horse allocation records one by one. Yarha worked with Liu Zheng for two years, and now he can understand some numbers and Chinese characters. As for signing, Yalha’s hands are not convenient, so he usually stamps.
When he was done talking, Lu Zigao handed over the transfer slips one after another for the other party to stamp, and asked seemingly casually: "Director, is Mr. Zhao planning to travel far away?"
"Yeah." As soon as Ya'erha finished speaking, he felt something was wrong and immediately raised his head to look at the other party. Unexpectedly, Lu Zigao continued to ask: "Where is King Zhao going?"
Yalha frowned immediately. He put down his seal, stared into the other person's eyes and asked, "What exactly do you want to ask? Is this something you can know?"
Lu Zigao's expression became a little flustered, and he shook his hands and explained quickly: "No, don't get me wrong, I just asked casually."
After Lu Zigao left with the stamped slip and account book, the more Yalha thought about it, the more something was wrong. This man has been keeping quiet since he came to the military horse farm, never asks questions, and is very serious about his work. But what happened today?
Moreover, Zhao Xin's whereabouts are top secret in Beihai Town. Except for a few people closest to him, others never dare to ask. In the eyes of many old residents of Beihai Town, Zhao Xin is a god, and Yalha is no exception.
In his opinion, only gods can use such means to turn the originally desolate Beihai Town into so rich.
Thinking of this, Yalha picked up the magnet phone on the table, grasped the rocker with the remaining three fingers of his right hand and shook it hard a few times. After getting through, he said: "Junma Chang, this is Yalha. I'll take..."
Before he finished speaking, the door opened quietly, and a black figure rushed in like a whirlwind. He reached out and put his hand on Yalha's wrist. Yalha suddenly felt weak in his wrist, and the phone receiver Get out. Just as he was about to call out, a hint of coldness stuck to his throat. Then I heard someone beside me say coldly: "If you want to live, don't speak! Otherwise I'll cut your throat with a knife!"
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