In mid-March of the Gregorian calendar in 1789, just when Xu Dayong was thinking about how to transport more boatmen out of Sichuan, spring in the northeast arrived early.

The surging snow water flowed out from the valley and flowed into the Sila River at the foot of the mountain. The ice-like water slowly flowed again, and the ice rows made a huge sound, rushing in the middle of the river. When these ice rows were washed into the sea in the south, they had already turned into countless ups and downs.

The smoke cannons that were rampant in the fields had disappeared. The icicles like candied haws under the eaves slowly melted under the warm sunlight, and drops of water with rosin-colored colored sagged in front of and behind the house.

The day of Maodong in Beihai Town is over, and the whole city is like coming alive. In the fields, the snow began to melt. With the roar of the large-scale joint floor preparation machine, the noon sun shone on the black soil rolled out by the coulter. The remaining snow on the hills, which was as riddled with holes as fish scales, was shining with the last light impatiently.

When it was just dawn, hundreds of tractors of various sizes and large types of agricultural machinery units under the Civil Affairs Bureau roared out, and another year of spring plowing began.

As Zhao Xin bought more tractors in recent years, from the beginning of the previous year to now, more than 300,000 acres of arable land have been reclaimed north of Furdan City. Many new farmers will be surprised to see the endless tract of arable land, and then greedily grab a handful of soil and put it in front of their noses and smell it deeply. This is a big thing that many farmers can never do in their lifetimes!

Outside Boli Town, located at the intersection of Heilongjiang and Ussuri River, the wasteland on the field had not yet been thawed, several giant tractors with floor preparation machines drove in. The huge porch separated the ice layer more than one finger, and then turned out the frozen mud below.

Zhu Dagui, the new director of Boli Farm in Beihai Town, stood on the ground, his dark cheeks were blew with the chilling spring breeze. He introduced to several new Shandong farmers around him: "Look, this kind of land must be turned when it is frozen. If you don't wait until it is opened, people will sway on it, just like a jar of big sauce, it will be even more impossible to make it. When we were in the open space in Furdan City, the land was even more pleasant than here, and the 'red rust water' was everywhere as Hezhe said."

Several farmers who came from Wendeng sat on the ground, one by one, were stunned. They looked at the green tracked monster with a long row of porchs with a long row of porchs, turning the hard ground out of a deep ditch of one foot deep. They were both happy and scared.

"My mother is here! With this animal, I'm afraid I can't plant dozens of acres of land a day."

"Brother Dagui, will this animal be fertilized?"

"You can do it, you can do anything. Hanging a plow with a plow, and hanging a harvester can harvest crops. To tell the truth, this is called mechanization!"

"What? Chicken bloody? What does it have to do with a big green animal? Is it still bloody?"

Zhu Dagui smiled slightly after hearing this. Almost every newcomer who came to Beihai Town, including him, had made trouble. New refugees like to call machines "farm animals", including red animals and green animals; wheeled animals, crawler animals; giant animals and large animals.

As the few people were talking, they saw a tractor hundreds of meters away suddenly stop. Several new young refugees were whispering on the other side of the field.

"Why are you lying down?"

"I guess it was because the animals came out in the morning and didn't give them enough food?"

Xu Sanshui, who was beside him, turned his eyes and looked at the bundle of hay sitting under his butt.

"Hey~Sanshui, what are you doing?"

"Wait for me, Sanshui, I'll feed you together."

Zhu Dagui, who was explaining to several old farmers what "mechanical" was, suddenly looked up and saw two young young men in the distance holding two bundles of hay, running towards the stop tractor.

"What are you two doing?! Let me stand! Danger!"

Unexpectedly, the two young men ran to the giant tractor and circled around them, and soon became at a loss.

"Sanshui, where is this guy's mouth?"

Xu Sanshui looked up at the crawler wheels taller than him, and felt more and more that this thing was not a living thing. But how could it have such great strength? The frozen soil that could not even be digged with iron pickaxes easily made a deep groove as thick as a ruler.

"Why don't you try it in front?" the companion gave his idea tentatively.

Xu Sanshui, holding the grass, was about to walk towards the tractor when suddenly he heard a loud "beep" sound coming from his head, which made him and his companions fall into the ditch, and the hay falls all over the ground.

"Hahahahaha~~" A hearty laugh came from above the top of his head. Xu Sanshui looked up in shock and noticed that there was a large window as bright as glass above the "giant animal". Through the window, a handsome girl wearing a brown fox-skin hat was smiling and leaning back and forth.

The reason why Xu Sanshui saw that it was a girl was because the other party had two big black and shiny braids hanging on his shoulders.

"Female? Why is this a woman?"

Xu Sanshui's face suddenly turned red. He was straight. He stood up, jumped and shouted, "Whose girl, come down for me! Ouch~"

At this time, Zhu Dagui had already come over. He raised his foot and kicked Xu Sanshui's knees, shouting: "What a fucking stuff! Look at it, get out of here, that hay is for you to feed the cows and horses. Who told you that you can feed the machine! Get out of here!"

"I understand, Uncle Dagui."

When Zhu Dagui laughed and cursed, an old farmer asked, "Uncle Zhu, say that the big beasts have robbed all our farming tasks, what can we do in the future?"

Zhu Dagui smiled and said, "What are you doing? Weeding the crops, raising cattle, pigs and greenhouses. What do you think you are going to be busy all year round!"

The old farmer also smiled. The farmer was not afraid of being busy. He was afraid of not being busy. But he said suspiciously again in a blink of an eye: "But this big beast, oh, no, it is the machine that makes farming all the things. What can raising cattle do? No matter how strong the cow is, it is not that machine that can do it, right?"

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Xu Laoshuan rubbed the back of his head that had just shaved off his braid and smiled haha.

At this time, in the horse farm far away on the northwest side of Beihai Town, the horses were in love with each other and were joking. The hair balls that fell off their bodies could smell a spicy and pungent smell of horse sweat from afar.

Zhao Xin sat on a wooden fence with his back on the hunched back, looking at his white war horse that was roaming around him, while chatting with Yarha beside him.

No one can manage horses better than Yarha. He became the director of the Beihai Town Military Horse Farm step by step from a groom who is not amazing. He studied veterinary medicine with Liu Zheng before. Every spring, when wild flowers bloom, Yarha collects various herbs, digs medicinal grassroots in dry caves and wet caves on the wasteland.

On the wall of the horse shed not far away, there are bundles of different leaves-shaped hay hanging high. The scalded spring grass buds, snake eye drops for snake bites, black leaf clovers for leg injuries, and a very inconspicuous white grass growing next to the roots of willow trees in the woods. It can cure internal injuries, and there are many unknown herbs that can cure various diseases and seasonal diseases of horses.

"Sir, 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 too many Chinese language skills, and I can't remember it."

Zhao Xin didn't laugh at him, and said, "I said, so many years have passed, and you should find a woman."

Yarha was holding a pipe in her mouth, laughed and said vaguely: "Forget it, who would like to find me such a disabled person?"

"You can't say that, you are not a miserable person like Chunlai. You have to stay for a while, right?"

"Haha, let's talk about it later. Now I have thousands of horses in charge, so I don't have that free time."

The number of military horses in Beihai Town has been as high as more than 5,000 today. In addition to the Soviet heavy-duty horses that Zhao Xin bought in the early days, the most numerous horses in the horse farm are Mongolian horses seized from the Qing army. As for the Don hippos captured from Rakshasa, they are now kept outside the city of Yaquesa.

Due to the restrictions on traffic conditions outside the Northeast, various types of military horses are still necessary for the North Navy to travel. Among them are horses that are light and easy to ride, horses that are used to pull artillery, baggage trucks, etc., and pack horses that are used to carry supplies.

Until World War II, except for a very small number of countries such as Britain and the United States, other countries used to pull wild cannons and transport mountain cannons to rely on horsepower.

Now, in the entire Beihai Town, only Seldan and Zhao Xin can find a wife with Yarhati. No one else can pay attention to it, and maybe they will have to choke. The former saved his life in the snow and ice, while the latter used bad medical skills to pull him back from the brink of death.

Yarha clumsily wiped the matches with his remaining fingers, lit a cigarette, then turned to Zhao Xin and said, "I heard you are leaving again? Where are you going back?"

"Leaving tomorrow morning, Irkutsk sent back news, the Rakshasa people are unsatisfied, and I always feel uneasy if I don't go and see it."

"Want to fight again?"

"Well. I guess after this game, the Rakshasa people stopped." Zhao Xin jumped to the ground with the railing, and a few drops of mud were splashed on his shiny boots. He patted Yarha on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Go back and let Wanzao's wife tell you the kiss. Alas, I said, don't drag it away this time! When I come back from the war, I'll drink your wedding wine."

Watching Zhao Xin's back disappear as he watched Zhao Xin go away, Yarha limped towards his office with his hands behind his back. Before he entered the door, a guy who looked like a scholar in his early thirties came over with a few booklets.

"The field leader, this is the record of the horses taken by the cavalry battalion in the past few days and the feed list allocated by the civil affairs department. You need to sign it through the exam."

This man's name is Lu Zigao, who is responsible for bookkeeping at the military horse farm. He boarded a ship from Sheyang Lake, northern Jiangsu in the 51st year of Qianlong's reign. Because he had a history of going to work in horse business outside the door before, he was arranged by the Civil Affairs Bureau.

"Well, tell me and sign again." After that, Yarha entered the door and sat down. Lu Zigao flipped through the account book while explaining the horse allocation records to him. Yarha had worked with Liu Zheng for two years before, and now he can understand some numbers and Chinese characters. As for signing, Yarha's hands are inconvenient, and usually stamps them.

After he was almost done, Lu Zigao handed over the transfer orders to the other party for stamping, and asked casually: "Chief, is the old man Zhao planning to go on a long trip?"

"Yeah." As soon as Yarha said, she felt something was wrong, and then looked up at the other party. Unexpectedly, Lu Zigao continued to ask, "Where is King Zhao going?"

Yarha suddenly frowned. He put down the seal, stared at the other person's eyes and asked, "What do you want to ask? Can you know this?"

Lu Zigao's expression became a little panicked, and he shook his hand and quickly explained: "No, don't get me wrong, I just asked casually."

After Lu Zigao left with the stamped form and account book, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. This man had been calling the military horse farm, and he had been silent, never inquiring randomly, and was very serious in doing things, but what happened today?

Moreover, Zhao Xin's whereabouts are the highest secret in Beihai Town. Except for the few people closest to him, others never dare to ask about it. In the eyes of many old residents of Beihai Town, Zhao Xin is a god, and Yarha is no exception.

In his opinion, only the gods can use such means to make the originally desolate Beihai Town so rich.

Thinking of this, Yarha picked up the magnet phone on the table, grabbed the shaking handle with the only three fingers left in his right hand and shook it a few times. After connecting, he said, "Military Horse Farm, I'm Yarha, pick it up..."

Before he could finish his words, the door of the room opened quietly, and a black shadow pounced in like a whirlwind, reaching out and grabbing Yarha's wrist. Yarha suddenly felt weak in his wrist, and the telephone receiver came out. He was about to shout loudly, but a trace of coldness had been pressed on his throat. Then he heard a person beside him say coldly: "If you want to survive, don't talk! Otherwise, you will cut your throat with one knife!"

At this time, the operator's voice was faintly heard from the magnet phone receiver hanging by the table.

"Hey? Hey? Military horse farm, where are you going? Hey?"

The blade was pressed tightly against Yarha's throat. He knew that he would be left with his head and head whenever he had any abnormal movement. At this time, the man behind him whispered: "What's going on? Who is talking about this thing?"

Immediately afterwards, a figure flashed at the door, and Lu Zigao walked in quickly. He leaned over and picked up the phone receiver and said to the operator: "I'm sorry, the manager suddenly had an urgent matter and went to the horse shed. It seemed that something was wrong with the adult horse, so let's hang up first."

After saying that, he put the phone down and explained to the person behind Yarha: "This is called a phone. It can be connected to each other dozens of miles away, but the operator must help you connect."

"Barring! There are monsters everywhere in Beihai Town! These days, it looks even more evil than his mother Hunyuan Sect!"
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