Chapter 435 Great Harvest

Author: The beggar

Chapter 435 Great Harvest

If you can't live anymore, why don't you rebel?

Will An An starve to death?

In fact, both Chongzhen in the past and Zhu Youjian now understand this.

But as the Ming Emperor.

Whether it was Chongzhen in the past or Zhu Youjian now, without the ability to provide relief and appeasement, the only option was to suppress and exterminate.

At most, Zhu Youjian today will be a little gentler in the ending.

At the same time, there are more ways to clean up the environment.

Unfortunately, once it became clear, the old crooked neck tree was in front of us, so we had to find another way.

With a wry smile and eloquent handwriting, Zhu Youjian, who was forced under the old crooked neck tree by the rebellious peasant army, is now going to send people to revolt.

The former great pirate Kim Yoobu robbed official ships and gathered a large number of pirates. He was then recruited as a navy general by the North Korean official. He was corrupt and authoritarian, indulged in drinking and sex, but he was also working hard to raise soldiers. At a time when North Korea was experiencing internal famine.

, it would be a pity that such a good rebel like him should not rebel.

If he hadn't been able to continue to obtain intelligence in the North Korean Navy, then the rebellion mission would have fallen on him immediately, rather than supporting him.

A piece of paper was sent to North Korea.

The main thing before Zhu Youjian is the autumn harvest.

The use of harvesters effectively solves the problem of lack of manpower. By switching to different harvesting devices, crops on government farms can be harvested quickly.

At the same time, small harvesters that were easy to make and low-cost were widely promoted locally.

More or less speeding up the harvest of local crops.

It also caused food prices in Shengjing to continue to fall.

At this time, Tongzhou grain merchants began to travel between Liaodong, Shuntianfu, Hebei, and Shanxi.

A grain transport trade route from Gaizhou to Tongzhou and then to Tianjin merged into the original Cao Canal was utilized.

Soon the grain from Liaodong will be transported to the pass, and the grain prices in the capital that have been high for several years will finally come down, and the devastated places of Hebei and Shanxi will also be much better off.

But the first people to benefit from agricultural production are definitely the residents of Liaodong.

The first people to be affected by the terrifying output of large farms were the residents of Liaodong.

Wearing fur coats and silk sabers, the bannermen, who are strong, strong and full of martial virtues, are gathering in a small pavilion on the edge of the field, each with a sad look on his face.

One of them took a puff of a dry cigarette and sighed: "It's not worth the price. He also said that he wanted to build a small courtyard for the family. Now he can only build a side house."

"Bao rice is a new thing, it's a bit more expensive, but only the prince grows more of it."

"It's true, collecting too much is a bad thing."

Han Qi Ding was the most emotional.

"It's not that we can't sell at a high price. Wheat has been growing well in the past two months, but grain prices have already dropped. This is a good year, so it's definitely not possible to think about grain prices in a disaster year."

"No matter what happens, it won't be like this!"

A banner man on the side slapped his thigh: "Our rice is so good that oil is leaking out! The best polished rice! One stone is sold for one, two, eight, and five cents! It's still falling!"

Another Han man who had some knowledge was stunned: "It's the same price as the old rice in the Ming Dynasty warehouse in the south."

"We still have to surrender! The government farm has not finished harvesting yet! There is still a lot of food in our fields! The endless grains from Changchun Road and Heiqi Old Town have to be transported to us!"

The flag men under each cow, as well as the subordinate citizens, and even the first-class slaves with land were all complaining.

The harvest will definitely be pleasant.

But it’s too rich.

More than a million people in Liaodong find it difficult to bear.

There will definitely be a turnaround if it is shipped overseas, but the return on local farming will definitely not be high.

Complaints are for the sake of complaining. Everyone knows that this is a prosperous scene. Even if the money received is not as much as expected, they will happily drink two cups after complaining.

But the Japanese are different.

The Japanese people, especially the bannermen who were originally ronin warriors, were somewhat unable to accept it.

"Asshole! A mere slave eats better than a samurai!"

Even shouting angrily could not eliminate the aggrieved feeling in the hearts of the Black Flag warriors.

This feeling of frustration has actually been there for a long time.

Japan's products were poor and there was not enough food, so the upper class could only rely on the Zen Buddhist precept "Don't eat recklessly" to constrain all citizens, including the upper class nobility, to eat less so that they would have enough food.

Therefore, eating three meals of white rice a day can make even the slightly wealthier daimyo feel guilty.

Toyotomi Hideyoshi's daily meals were only three dishes and one soup, which was quite small.

When a group of Black Flag warriors arrived, the food inside Black Flag was already extremely sumptuous for them. A small gathering for a meal and a drink would be a waste of food and drink.

But this is what they eat after all.

They are all regarded as the lord of the Black Flag Kingdom, and the general's kindness to his subordinates can barely make him feel less guilty.

Not anymore.

The servants, slaves and untouchables all have rice to eat.

The warriors looked at it with eyes split open.

Thinking of the days when I was a prowler on the streets of Japan, and the same kind of people who were prowlers on the streets of Japan at this time, I felt very unhappy.

"Gentlemen, the Black Banner General's command is so rich that even the untouchables can eat rice, and Ming people, Koreans, Mongols, and Jurchens can all board the general's mansion. When can we and others fight for it?

What about a place?

Admiral Borego invited me to watch the ceremony a few days ago, so I saw that 'harvester', which can harvest five towns of fields in one day. If we and I can obtain more land through military exploits and build a 'farm', then it will be considered a true success.

Under the black flag, establish a foothold in Liaodong!"

Aikawa Ichiki, who had already arrived at Kalajokyo, looked seriously at the black flag warriors under his command, raised his arms and shouted: "This time there is food and rice! There is gold and silver! The general has already ordered me to recruit warriors to the country! Yes!

It’s time to return to the motherland! Let more people with lofty ideals not give up for a few bowls of rice!”

These words made all the Black Flag warriors blush! They all roared in response!

Among the military training and concepts received by warriors, fighting in a united formation is the most basic.

Survival in a group is also the most basic.

The ronin samurai group can exist for hundreds of years. In fact, they have formed a group and transformed into an evil gang. They collect some protection fees in the castle town and do some small business to make money.

The Black Flag warriors have become rich and need more stepping stones to help them rise to the top within Black Flag. Naturally, they want to recruit fellow warriors to join forces and highlight the value of their own group.

After all, other races in this world don't like them very much, and there are only a few of them.

There is no other way but fellow villagers.

Although many Japanese immigrants and ronin samurai came across the sea one after another, Aikawa Kazuki wanted to make a big wave this time.

Meanwhile in North Korea.

In the past, Ding Youbu, who was as timid as a pheasant, had been leading troops for several years with the help of Sticky Post. His whole body had become a lot bloated, and he really looked like a general with a mustache and a helmet on his head.

But when he saw the handwriting handed over from the imperial guard Zhu Tianxing, who had quickly transferred to the sea from the capital, Ding Youbu still trembled violently.
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