Zhou Youcai nodded silently. When he came here, he felt indeed different.
The people here may be quite repulsive to outsiders like them. It cannot be said that they are repulsive, but they are not very adaptable.
But I can feel everyone’s enthusiasm from the bottom of my heart.
"By the way, I also heard that they may not have enough food here. Oh no, it's not enough in the first place.
Now that there are so many more of us, I guess this food won’t last long.
This is what I heard from several people I passed by. Some people complained about us. It’s best not to go out alone if nothing happens recently. "
Old Zhao reminded him kindly, to which Zhou Youcai just nodded silently, but there was a smile on his face.
What he heard before always gave him an unreal feeling, but now it became real and not a dream.
"Well, I believe that the officer will definitely have a solution. Let's not worry so much."
Zhou Youcai said with a smile, and then pointed to a large pile of coal mines in the distance.
"By the way, I saw some people here are mining, how about we help out later? I feel uncomfortable eating other people's food and doing nothing."
"You said that, it was all done by the Outer Mongolian prisoners, and we don't have to do it." Old Zhao curled his lips and said.
He has been wandering around since yesterday and has already inquired about this situation clearly.
"Prisoners from Outer Mongolia? So many of them?"
Hearing this, Zhou Youcai looked at the busy crowd in the distance in astonishment.
These were not dozens or hundreds of people, they were so densely packed that it looked like there were at least thousands of people!
"Yes! They are all there. I heard that there are about five to six thousand people. They are all prisoners of the Outer Mongolia."
After speaking, Lao Zhao immediately lowered his voice and said, "By the way, let me tell you, our officer is in trouble.
I heard that more than a month ago, the Outer Mongols invaded south. They had an army of tens of thousands!
And guess what? "
"how?"
“Our commander, there were hundreds of people at the beginning, but look at it now.
We have fought several battles with the Outer Mongolians, but now there are more and more people fighting. "
At this point, Old Zhao was obviously in a lively conversation.
"Tsk, tsk, that's right. If you don't have any skills, how can you have the courage to lead just a thousand people directly from here, across hundreds of kilometers, to the territory of the foreign devils?
Anyway, when it comes to fighting, I guess this and Mr. Xu are about the same.
At that time, Mr. Xu had 8,000 men and the equipment was very good. If Chief Zhao also has so many people and so many good things, I guess it is not impossible to regain Outer Mongolia again. "
As he spoke, Lao Zhao couldn't help but shake his head and sighed,
"What a pity. I feel like this officer acted without authorization and did not receive orders from his superiors."
Zhou Youcai, who had been listening quietly, was already excited, and he couldn't help but be surprised when he heard the last part.
"Why do you say that?"
"This is not simple. If we get instructions from our superiors, how can we have insufficient food?
such a pity! Sending a team of thousands of people at random can achieve this effect. If the superiors take it seriously and send tens of thousands of people over, they are not allowed to include Outer Mongolia again?
I don’t know what those wine sacks and rice sacks above are for. "
After talking about it, Lao Zhao started to curse, feeling quite indignant.
But Zhou Youcai felt that was not the case. Maybe not just any team of a thousand people could have this kind of strength, but it was limited to this team.
Zhao Ming attaches great importance to the resettlement of returned compatriots. Unfortunately, the current conditions are limited, and Zhao Ming can only provide food, clothing and accommodation for these people to recuperate.
From the news sent back by Ah Fu, we learned that most of these compatriots had scars on their bodies, and some were even emaciated with many signs of torture or overwork.
It was not the group of foreigners who did it, because according to the description, the foreigners were not responsible for supervising the work at all. They were only responsible for maintaining local order and suppressing lawless elements.
The supervisors were locals from Outer Mongolia, and those people were even more unscrupulous than the foreign masters in dealing with their own people.
Sometimes the foreigners saw how pitiful the young men were and wanted to give each other a sip of vodka to ease the pain, but then the supervisor would turn around and beat the young men even more unscrupulously.
"Okay, I understand, let's arrange it this way first, and don't arrange for them to work recently.
If they want to do the work themselves, let them do it, but don't force it.
In terms of food, we should first give them rice and noodles as the main food. Do we have enough rice and noodles reserves? "
Zhao Ming said and looked at Ah Fu.
"This...may not be enough. With the thousands of people eating and drinking, the rice and noodles may be exhausted in five days.
And uncle..."
Ah Fu's face was a little solemn, he looked around, and then whispered, "Our food reserves are seriously insufficient now.
With so many more mouths, if we eat this way... it will be good if our food supply lasts until the end of this month. "
"Yeah! Okay, I understand, don't tell others about this."
Zhao Ming waved his hand, and then he continued to write a manuscript letter without any care until Ah Fu stepped back.
This was what he was going to write to Lao Zhang. Of course, this Lao Zhang was not the other Lao Zhang.
Since there is no food, naturally we need food.
As the saying goes, a baby that can cry has milk to eat. If you don't cry, you will cry when you are poor.
After organizing some wording and polishing it again, I copied the letter onto another brand-new envelope.
Zhao Ming, who has the golden finger ability, has absolutely beautiful handwriting! No matter what kind of writing skills, he can imitate one or two.
When he touched corpses in Guanzhong before, he had never touched the corpses of scholars. He had a lot of these little skills.
What about lighting a fire and cooking, what about being a cook and working with cattle, what about climbing trees to pick out birds, peeking at the crowd...huh?
Putting down the brand new pen in his hand, Zhao Ming blew on the ink on it.
The pens and paper were all brought by Lao Chang from Fengjiazhuang, and Feng Yunyun personally prepared them for him.
Otherwise, the woman was very careful in her work. She had arranged many small items for him, and even had someone buy a Browning pistol and a pair of second-hand military binoculars from the black market in Xi'an Prefecture at a high price.
All I can say is that I really care about it.
Needless to say, the pistol and the telescope are really in urgent need if we don’t have this trip to Mongolia.
But now a full fifty pairs have been seized from the foreign arsenal, which is enough for use.
Putting the letter into the envelope, Zhao Ming called a personal guard in and asked him to give the letter to Lao Suntou and ask him to count the hundreds of brothers and hurry up to send the letter to the Dutong Mansion.
Wang Er will not be allowed to go this time. Zhao Ming has other important uses for him.
After doing this, Zhao Ming continued to bury himself in his desk and write. This time he wanted to write about the appointment of his subordinates and the army expansion plan.
