After some repairs, the Liangjiazhuangzi has returned to its former prosperity. The members of the intelligence team have a special liking for horses, and they went to Maxing Street to buy a few more well-bred war horses from the north. The wasteland in the village was also dug up. Most of the refugees from the northwest were children, but they all followed the adults and started to clean crops since they were young. They were no worse than adults in doing farm work. Countless fertile fields were quickly cultivated.
In everyone's opinion, having Liang Chuan's protection is not as reliable as having these lands. They can only rely on themselves to avoid starving to death.
Liang Chuan didn't know how to wait for crops, but he couldn't let this good land remain abandoned.
He returned to Zhuangzi because of Xia Xue's affairs.
Liang Chuan was about to find Yelu Chongguang to inquire about these Xia Xue blind dates, but Yelu Chongguang told Liang Chuan that the members of the intelligence team had finally returned from the south.
Liang Chuan was startled at first, but he had mixed feelings in his heart.
They brought back Lin Yiniang's letter. Since he wandered to the island country, he has been spending less time with Yilin and more away from her. Yilin must have missed him very much. Now that she had the opportunity to contact him, she immediately asked her brother from the intelligence team to send him a letter.
Liang Chuan felt a little regretful. I was far away, leaving Yi Niang alone in the empty room to take care of the housework for me. He had never written a letter home to her, so that she would always worry about him.
The letter paper is yellow and rough jute paper. It can be folded into the shape of an ingot and can even be used on certain ancestor worship occasions such as Qingming Festival or Winter Solstice. This letter was not put in an envelope, but the team members did not dare to delay and put it in the bag. Well kept in pocket.
Silly girl, she doesn't know anything about romance, and she doesn't know how to write good advice when writing letters. How could Liang Chuan not understand that Yi Niang never bothered with these affairs, and in her eyes there was only one word: life.
Spreading the letter open, Liang Chuan looked at the handwriting on the paper and laughed warmly.
The words on the letter were written with a brush, but the handwriting was exactly the same as that of Liang Chuan. They were all crooked calligraphy that had not been practiced before. At first glance, it looked like the handwriting of a beginner, but the size of each character was similar. At first glance, it seemed that he had written it many times before. The result of practice.
"Third brother." There were only two words when he raised his head, no greetings and no unnecessary words.
"I know you must be laughing at me when you see these baby-like words."
Liang Chuan was speechless for a while. The person who knew him best was his wife. She even guessed his reaction after seeing the letter.
"Xiao Chai has to take care of the affairs of Qingyuan Port, Yu Zhen went to Bianjing City to look for you, and Miss Zheng is busy taking care of the children. I can only write this letter by myself. After learning the calligraphy from Mr. Wen for a long time, I still can't I can’t take it out.”
What wonderful calligraphy. Although the words are unstructured, they are full of meticulousness and tenacity. Each word seems to have been carefully crafted. Liang Chuan was busy practicing his strength. Yi Niang's handwriting is already better than her own. How many times.
"Xiaocheng's body is not like yours. He caught a cold a few days ago. The doctor took some medicine and felt much better. Ruoying's child is still waiting for you to come back to name him. You still owe him a name and you can't let him down."
Liang Chuan slapped himself hard.
"I have arranged the funeral arrangements for the families of the villagers who followed you to the northwest but failed to come back. None of the villagers complained to you. I will fulfill my filial piety to the parents, wives and children of these people. I am a man. Die for your family and country, this is what Mr. Wen told me. I don’t understand. I just don’t understand. We can just stay in Fengshan. When we were in trouble, no one cared about whether we would starve to death. We were just ordinary people. , why should we bleed for the sake of our country?"
Yi Niang's handwriting is very awkward, but there are many insights in her words.
The people from the Chengguan Brigade and the brothers from the Shenji Battalion all withdrew to Qingyuan. The speed of sea ships was still faster than that of land, and Liang Chuan felt relieved.
There were so many people, how many followed him out, and how many couldn't go back.
Who is not the son of the family, who is not someone else’s husband, I am worried that if something unexpected happens to Ye Niang Xiaocheng and the others, they will become orphans and widowers. In the past, Yi Niang never considered these issues, but now she is asking herself such a rebuke. It seems that Her situation was not easy either.
I promised my fellow villagers that I would share the wealth and honor with them, but I did not want to live alone in this world. Yi Niang is no longer the silly girl, she also has her own thoughts.
Outside the Xiangjia Gorge, when Liang Chuan watched the bodies of his brothers being cremated, he blamed himself extremely. The fight with Li Yuanhao was not his own personal hatred. His personal hatred was an abyss, and he had led countless people into eternal disaster. Does history change due to oneself, or does history change due to oneself? Yi Niang's words made him think deeply.
"There are countless outsiders in Fengshan now. Hong Bufan and the others are very obedient and hard-working. Many people chose to settle in Helu Village because of you. They also listened to He Baozheng's words. The tops of Fengshan were destroyed one by one. Developed. There are ridges of sweet potato fields on the mountain. This is good food, even better than the wheat harvest. The refugees are all praising your kindness. Helu is no longer what it used to be. When will you come back to see this? Hometown brought by hand.”
Hong Bufan and the others have arrived in Xinghua! This is finally good news. The number of refugees in the Song-Xia War reached hundreds of thousands. If any of these hundreds of thousands of refugees flowed to Xinghua, it would bring immeasurable labor force.
It is undeniable that Xinghua has eight mountains, one water and one farm. With more mountains and less land, everyone can grab these limited resources. However, we must also admit that even if they are about to starve to death, Xinghua still has a lot of dry land. These local people look down upon them and would rather abandon the land than wait for these meager outputs.
Not only are there low-yield dry lands, but there are also mountains that are like treasures. Without destroying the water and soil of the mountains, there are countless hillside areas in Xinghua that can be cultivated. Yi Niang is also aware of the benefits of sweet potatoes, which can take root and multiply when planted. It is an excellent crop second only to corn. With it, Xinghua’s population carrying capacity can be increased by more than ten times!
Duan Peng, Zhijun, is a good and accomplished official. If he can properly arrange for these refugees, Xinghua will have a bright future! The integration of the nation and the great development of the south are inseparable from these refugees who went south. They are creativity and motivation, and they are also the source of endless life!
"Our port now has several times more ships than before, and the handling fees collected every day can pile up into a mountain of gold. Third brother, our Wanda Cargo Store now sells all kinds of goods, and the money earned by the port will not be spent in a few lifetimes. It’s over. Mr. Si said that in the past, he had been begging for food at Jinshan Mountain, and he wished he could follow you to conquer the world. These people from outside are also willing to come to the dock to make a living. They will not complain about the hard work. On the contrary, apart from not being able to swim, they The wages required and the working time are both less and longer than those of the local people in Qingyuan. This is because the foreigners in their ports are happier because they have to pay less."
It seems that these refugees have gone to the right place. The trade at the port has led to countless employment opportunities. Even the most unlucky ones can make a lot of money by moving on the dock. A person with a little bit of savvy can earn a living by doing any trade in clothing, transportation, housing and transportation. If a person with business experience can pick up some goods and run around, he can make a fortune in just a few years!
Their choices are more important than their efforts, and future generations will thank them for their efforts in a few generations.
That old guy Su Wei should have followed the people from the management team back to Qingyuan Port. With him in charge, it would be difficult for Qingyuan Port to make money. There is no reason for Qingyuan Port to become the largest port in the East during the Song Dynasty. It is just that it has a long history. In the future, this port may fall into the hands of someone. In the thirty years of Jiangdong, flowers will not bloom for a hundred days!
Why was he still messing around in Bianjing City? Where did Xia Song take Xin Wubing to him? If I don't hear from him for a day, I won't be able to calm down and return to Xinghua!
It was really impossible to settle the matter between Sun Houpu and Xia Xue and then have a showdown with Xia Song. Anyway, he was Sun Houpu's father-in-law at that time, and he could be considered one of his own, so he should not embarrass himself anymore!
"I heard that Bianjing City is full of wealthy people. You want to do business there and there are various places where money can be used. I asked Xia Dehai to sail a boat with two million yuan for your use. If it is not enough, I will send it there later! The road is not peaceful now, but the sea route is much safer. Why doesn't anyone make money by escorting goods or money?"
Yi Niang's words woke up Liang Chuan, yes, how could he forget this incident! Logistics, escort agency! There wasn’t even a regular restaurant in the Song Dynasty, so why did I forget to eat this big crab?
"Do you want to open a branch of Wanda Commodity Store in Bianjing City? Let everyone know that our Wanda Commodity Store's sugar is in short supply right now, and we can sell as much as we have. Is there any sugar in Bianjing City that is of better quality than ours? Do you want to also transport our mosquito-repellent incense, charcoal baskets, and shredded tobacco and chili peppers to sell?"
Liang Chuan's heart warmed up after seeing this. Xiao Yiniang was also a money addict, especially when she was led astray by her, she became even more obsessed with the feeling of making money. Bianjing is a prosperous and prosperous place. There may still be a market for mosquito coils. If you transport bamboo baskets to Bianjing, you won't be able to make back the money.
"Third brother, I have a lot to say to you, but I can't write a lot of words, and I can't let Mr. Wen directly help me correct it. I wrote this letter for three nights and damaged dozens of pieces of paper. , this one is a bit more refreshing, don’t dislike it... In the future, when Xiaocheng is older and has entered Tsinghua University, I can ask him to write for me..."
Yes, if you don't go home and take a look, your children will be spoiled. I have not fulfilled my responsibilities as a father at all. How can I do it?
"Miss Zheng misses you too. I asked her if she wanted to write you a letter too. She asked me to write two words for her, waiting for you!"
Liang Chuan folded the yellowed letter paper, put it in his arms, looked at the gradually melting snow outside the house, and suddenly thought of a sentence: In the past, carriages and horses were very slow, and letters were far away. .
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