The deputy lieutenant of Tuntian only sounds good, but in fact he is just a false official.
Wang Jing's status and power in the Begging Army is still that of the leader.
After returning to Donghu Village by boat, Chen Yi looked at the more than a thousand people who got off the boat and the various supplies allocated by the begging army, with a smile on his face.
"Deputy Lieutenant of East Lake Tuntian... With this title, my lord can legitimately take charge of the three villages. Congratulations, lord!"
When Wang Jing came down, he took the initiative to greet him and said with a smile.
There are also more than a thousand old, weak, women and children transferred. Although they are not young and strong, they can produce value as long as they are human beings.
At this time, Si Jing, the clerk, hid her face in her collar, took two other literate people, and began to register these people.
"Mr. Shen, our Donghu Village will develop southwards..."
Wang Jing's face was not so pretty. He sighed and told the news he heard at the Riverside Fort.
He looked at the fields that were finally reclaimed outside Donghu Village and felt very regretful.
But there was nothing he could do.
The hundreds of cavalrymen of the Murong clan of Yan State are not something he can compete with now!
When Bailianzhai is breached and the enemy moves south, the beggar army will face a severe test.
To the west of Donghu Village is the battlefield of the Beggar Army and Murong's cavalry, and to the east are the Liangshanshui Bandits. It is a dilemma. It is no longer a place where one can safely farm and raise troops.
Chen Yi's smile faded, and he was shocked in his heart.
As a scholar during the Great Ming Dynasty, how could he not know the name of the Murong family of Yan State?
He thought for a moment and said: "My lord is right. East Lake Village has become a useless place. We are too weak to participate in the war head-on!"
"The East Lake Village can no longer serve as the foundation, but this military village does not have to be given up. It can be built into a real military pier! We still have seven ships in hand. After establishing a foothold on the south bank, we will use the boats to transport grain and grass to the military pier and turn the East Lake Village into a real military pier. Use it as a bridgehead and nail it to the north bank..."
Since ancient times, the place of the Four Wars has hardly become a foundation.
In history, the emperors who conquered the world had a foundation that either had no strong enemies around them or was guarded by dangerous passes, so that they could farm steadily and ensure that there was no shortage of food and grass.
Only with enough food can we have enough soldiers!
The current situation in Donghu Village is that it is attacked from both sides. Even if it grows food, it does not have the strength to protect its fertile land. Rather than doing this, it is better to migrate in time while there is still time.
"This is the only thing we can do now!"
Wang Jing said: "Since we want to move to the south bank, we can't waste time, but...should we move directly to Nanzhai, or find a new place to build a military pier on the south bank? Sir, do you have any suggestions?"
Shen Yi said: "It would be better to move directly to Nanzhai. A lot of Nanzhai was burned down by water thieves, but the foundation is still there. As long as we send people there, it won't take long to repair the walls of the village!"
The two quickly concluded their discussion.
Only then did Wang Jing realize that the other party had unknowingly changed his name to call him his lord!
Also, the team leader is a military official in the beggar army.
If Shen Yi often addresses himself as the team leader, it will easily make people feel that he regards himself as a member of the beggar army. He and Wang Jing were only distinguished by their official positions, and there was no distinction between master and subordinate.
It’s okay to change it.
At this time, the ten ships transporting people and supplies quickly left after the people and supplies were moved off.
After receiving the ships sent by Wang Jingfeng, the Beggar Army quickly organized a team of men who were good at boating and water warfare.
The beggar army seems to have only a few hundred people at its core, but there is no shortage of people at the bottom. Especially water battles, foot battles, and horse battles all have certain foundations.
After the ships disappeared, Jiang Zhixiong stepped forward.
"Team leader, my subordinates just discovered that there seemed to be water pirate spies peeping in the distance, but after seeing the ten ships, they quickly disappeared..."
Wang Jing suddenly smiled.
"The Liangshan water thieves know that we have a naval force, and coupled with the recent losses, if they don't get the information clearly, they will definitely not come ashore in a short time!"
"Jiang Zhixiong!"
"My subordinate is here!"
"Go and pick twenty men who know water skills, start to get familiar with the hidden ships, and practice water warfare as much as possible!"
Wang Jing looked at the other party deeply and said: "From now on, you will be the leader of our navy. Whether you can hold on to this position depends on yourself!"
Jiang Zhixiong's breathing was a little heavy.
Before the raid on the water thieves, Wang Jing told him that he would be promoted as long as he made meritorious service. Now there are twenty men under his command, doubling the number of troops at hand.
The strength in his hands is power. He suddenly surpassed the two veterans of the beggar army and became the most powerful person in Donghu Village after Wang Jing and Shen Yi.
Seeing the other party resigning a little excitedly.
Wang Jing sighed secretly.
He is just an elite member of the Hunan Army. He is an ordinary person in the long history. His ability is mediocre and he is only of some use in water battles.
But there was nothing he could do. At this time, except Jiang Zhixiong, who could barely use it, no one was available!
the next day.
The sky is clear, the sun is shining brightly, and the warm sunshine shines on the earth. In the two hundred acres of farmland cultivated outside Donghu Village, there are heavy layers of mature rice.
and lush jicama, the wild greens.
At this time, many people from Donghu Village, regardless of age or sex, came to the fields to help with the harvest.
It turns out that there are more than 300 people in the East Lake Village, and with the addition of more than 200 people in the North Village, plus the more than 1,000 people transferred yesterday, Wang Jing now has more than 2,000 people under his command.
In terms of population, Wang Jing accounted for less than half of the population of the Beggar Army.
However, most of the more than 2,000 people were old, weak, sick and disabled, and half of them, young and strong, were selected by the beggar army to form civilian husbands and auxiliary soldiers.
Therefore, the population under Wang Jing increased, but the potential was limited.
It was time for the grain harvest, and Wang Jing asked everyone to come out and participate in the harvest.
Let the old, weak, women and children who come later see the harvest of grain and grass with their own eyes, and dispel their fear and anxiety.
Wang Jing stood next to the field, followed by Shen Yi, Jiang Zhixiong and others, watching the people harvesting grain with smiles on their faces.
His method is effective.
The fearful and worried people on the ship yesterday quickly dissipated as they participated in the harvesting process.
I have food in my hands and don’t panic in my heart!
In today's chaotic time, with food that can survive, everyone has some confidence in their hearts.
No matter what happens next.
Now that they see the harvest, they are filled with joy.
“With two hundred acres of farmland, I don’t know how much grain and grass I can harvest!”
Wang Jing looked at the scene in front of him, filled with anticipation.
The animals and plants in the New World reproduce five times faster. No matter what they are, they can grow very well. However, there are not many rice seeds in his hands, and the rice in the farmland is mixed with other edible things.
He was a little unsure of how much food he could harvest.
Two thousand people took action together, and the grain in the two hundred acres of land was quickly harvested.
"Sir, I'm so happy! This time, the rice yield is 150 kilograms per mu, and the other miscellaneous grains are 135 kilograms per mu... The total harvest is 370 shi!"
Tian Liangyun was in charge of the grain harvest, and he was seen running quickly, his face full of joy.
