Zalantun Office.

Wu Liji stood in front of the bronze mirror, looking at himself wearing a straight military uniform, and still felt like he was in a dream. He was just a shepherd slave who was not lost to Korqin. Because he was smart, he learned some Chinese with the Han smuggling merchants. By chance, he became an adjutant of the imperial officer and persuaded two compatriots who yearned for peace to join the empire. During the Western Expedition, the two compatriots worked desperately to make contributions, but he took the opportunity to learn all Chinese, and learned hundreds of commonly used Chinese characters and simple arithmetics, so he was able to enter the Guihua Hall after the war ended.

In the year and a half, the Guihua Hall allowed the smart Wuliji to learn more. When all seven subjects such as riding and shooting and arithmetic met the excellent standards, he was able to graduate early and came to the Qiqihar Appeasement Zone that needed him, and became a deputy Zhang Jing, the third party leader of Zalantun Banner. Here, he found another goal in his life. He removed the word "Agent" and became the real leader of Zhang Jing!

At this time, Wu Liji encountered a small trouble, that was, in April when the frozen thawed, a group of immigrants came, and they were North Korean immigrants. He knew very well that this was from the connections of the Zhasak Caosong, Guanqi. Generally, immigrants would arrive in July and August to assist in the autumn harvest and winter storage, and to take care of everything after the busy farming period, so that they could settle down. Every bannerman in the Qiqihar Appeasement Zone was short of people, so this was also a worry of happiness. Happiness was because of a boss with a deep background, and he didn't have to worry about the shortage of people. The worry was that Zhalantun Banner did not prepare supplies for these hundreds of immigrants.

After browsing the basic information of these immigrants again, Uliji felt very satisfied. Unlike the large number of immigrants who came last year, these immigrants are not difficult to control thieves and robbers, nor are they the Jurchen tribes who have mastered the skills of farming. They are at least real farmers, and many of them are technical talents, such as barefoot doctors, blacksmiths, grooms, masons, and carpenters. These are a group of immigrants of high quality and real wealth.

Wu Liji actually knew very well that Zalantun was not just a simple settlement point, but a frontier base selected by the Imperial Command. Wu Liji had an extremely persistent superstition about the emperor of the empire and the Mongol Tiankhan. Although the existence of the half-human and half-god had never been to the black soil east of the Great Xing'an Mountains, since he said that Zalantun was the most convenient passage to cross the Great Xing'an Mountains and enter the northern part of the desert, then it must be. Wu Liji did not know that Li Mingxun from later generations simply knew that Zalantun was the first stop for crossing the Great Xing'an Mountains in modern Middle East Road.

In the large yard of the official office, Park Tae sat cross-legged on the ground with a somewhat uneasy expression, because after more than 70 household heads came in, they were quickly divided into two parts, partly a craftsman with skill like Quanye, while most of them were ordinary farmers like Park Tae. Without the protection of Quanye, Park Tae was a little nervous, afraid that he would be bullied if he would divide the land and cattle later.

Just when he was nervous, he suddenly heard someone sing: "Sir, the leader, is here..."

Park Tae saw a young man in a well-equipped military uniform walking in. Looking at his thin eyebrows and tall cheekbones, Park Tae felt that he was a Mongolian. As expected, when Zuoling Zhang Jing introduced, the genital leader was Uliji. Park Tae couldn't help but take a look. He never thought that the person in charge was so young, as big as a power businessman, which greatly impacted his worldview. He originally thought that there were too many blacksmiths who wanted to become disciples, and he never thought that he could still be such a big official at this age!

When Wu Liji saw that there were thirteen craftsmen, he also knew that the craftsmen's sons, nephews and brothers were at least apprentices. He was much happier. He said, "Register these craftsmen first."

Quanye and others were taken to the corridor next to it. The three clerks had already set up tables. First, they had registered the household registration for Quanye and divided the land. Each family had twenty acres of mature land. The wasteland was not the 50 acres of publicity, but was cultivated casually. The seeds and farm tools were also allocated. Then they registered the things needed for each household to open the shop, the blacksmith's stove, bellows, anvils, hammers, carpenters' saws, planes, drills, etc., and the government office sent people to Qiqihar to purchase them. The buildings needed for opening the shop were also handled by the government office. In short, the shop should be opened as soon as possible to serve Zalantun.

It was Quanye's turn, Quanye told what he needed according to the secretary's question. He looked at the land deed to him and asked, "Sir, we blacksmiths make iron all day long, so how can we have time to cultivate these twenty acres of land? You just said that you are not allowed to abandon it. What if my family can't plant it?"

The clerk looked up and explained: "Does your women also make irons? Let them plant the same thing. You can't plant twenty acres, but you can plant three or five acres of ration and vegetable fields. If you can't plant, you can rent them to ordinary grain households, and you can rent them to them. There are land in Zalantun now, but there are not many mature fields, and some people want them."

The Quanye did not know the desire for food in Zalantun. Zalantun is located in the east of Xing'anling Mountains, too far from the three provinces outside the empire's densely populated Liaodong, Haixi and Yongning. It is also a military center. It is necessary to store military supplies, especially grain, for the future pacification of the northern desert. The population of Zalantun is limited, so it is necessary to increase the planting area as much as possible. The first thing to solve is the full-scale population. Not to mention a blacksmith in Quanye, even the person who participated in the official office has a production index of two acres of land. If you don't plant it yourself, you have to hire people to plant it. You must also ensure the grain output. Even the merchants in Zalantun are the same. After all, this is not a big city. Shops open half a day in one day, or even one day in three days.

"Those who do not work in farmers are not allowed to eat!" This is the slogan proposed by Wuliji in charge of Zalantun Banner.

All craftsmen received preferential treatment from the Zhalantunshankan official office, and all supplies were given priority. The official office supported them as much as possible to open business as soon as possible. However, ordinary farmers like Park Tae would not be treated so well.

"Do you recognize these things?" Several soldiers carried in three jingling baskets containing corn cobs, potatoes and sweet potatoes. These are crops that can be produced by Zalatun and are also something that Wuliji wants to promote. So when relocating these ordinary farmers, Wuliji asked immediately.

However, no one among the North Korean immigrants responded. People looked at Uliji who was standing up hunchedly. Uliji muttered: "It's impossible, how could North Koreans not recognize Bangzi."

"Sir, they still don't understand Chinese." Quanye saw the trick and reminded carefully.

Wu Liji nodded: "You translate it."

Quanye quickly asked Uliji, but all the North Koreans nodded.

"Okay, just recognize it. Those who have had planting experience stand up!" Wu Liji asked again.

Park Tae watched the people around him stand out one by one, and he was sitting alone on the ground in the yard, which was really abrupt. In fact, it was no wonder Park Tae. Although they were all immigrants from North Korea, immigration was different from immigrants. Most of the immigrants came from the mountainous areas of North Korea. In the past twenty years, the empire's experience in growing these grains into North Korea through multiple channels such as Haixi, Ningguta, Jeju and Juehua Island. Potatoes, sweet potatoes and corn were also partially promoted, but they were not the staple food of the North Koreans. These landless tenants planted rice or wheat on the landlord's land because rent and tax grain only had these things, and only planted these three crops on some hillsides or lands that were privately reclaimed as supplementary food, ensuring that their families would not starve to death in the years of famine and war.

Park Tae is different. He comes from the rural areas around Seoul. The two sides of Seoul are full of endless plain rice fields. The main crops they usually plant are rice, the hard currency of North Korea. Even in the fields, they also plant some crops such as cassava taro to fill their stomachs. They have never planted these three crops before. There was nothing at first, but at this time, Park Tae from the "big city" became an alien.

A large group of people went to divide the land. Wu Liji looked at Park Tae. Seeing that he had thick hands and feet and rough face, he looked like a material for farm work. He didn't look like the kind of second-rate boy sent to him. Wu Liji asked, "What did you plant in the field before?"

"Rice." Park Tae said.

Wu Liji shook his head helplessly. It was impossible for Zalantun to grow rice. He just heard that some places in Liaoning Province planted dry rice, but it was for food for officials and officials. The empire had never promoted rice outside the pass. Zalantun was even more impossible to try it. Not to mention rice, even wheat would not try it. What Zalantun wanted was crops that could definitely be produced. The most preferred ones were crops that could be used as food rations and feed, followed by high-yield crops such as potatoes and sweet potatoes, allowing limited land to produce more food rations. Finally, sorghum, barley, millet, oats, soybeans, and black beans, which have been proven by local natives to produce crops, but the yield is low as food rations or high-end feed.

Wu Liji asked about a series of mixed grains such as sorghum. Pu Tai shook his head. Pu Tai, a farmer from the fertile and rainy Han River Plain, was not good at growing dryland crops.

"If this is the case, I can only arrange for you to work in a kiln factory, a stone factory, or a land reclamation team." Wu Liji said.

Park Tae was extremely nervous after listening to Quanye's translation. Yesterday when they entered Zhalantun, they saw many men tied with iron chains. They were all labor camps or prisoners of war, and they worked in kilns and other places. Park Tae didn't want to be a good citizen and stay with that group of people, so he could only turn to Quanye's attention for help.

"Sir, he can grow vegetables and make kimchi. In the past, he also made kimchi for the landlords who are the official. He could make many kinds of kimchi......" Quanye introduced, especially when Park Tae-hyun's wife could use wild leeks, mountain celery and toon sprouts to make pickles and kimchi on the road.

"You can grow vegetables and make kimchi, is that true?" Wu Liji asked.

Park Tae seemed to have caught a life-saving straw and hurriedly said, "Of course, my mother was born next to the kimchi jar. In order to please several landlords, my wife and I had to plant vegetables to supply them, cabbage, cucumber, eggplant, and chili... We can grow more than a dozen kinds of vegetables. Every year after the autumn harvest, our family will make kimchi, provide it to the landlord, and sell it to shops in Seoul... Not only kimchi, we can also make pickles and pickles, my wife can also make soy sauce and soy sauce...."

Wu Liji looked at the man in front of him and said loudly in a language he couldn't understand. Quanye's translation obviously could not keep up with his words. Even if there was a translator, Wu Liji, who was not from a high-level background, was a little difficult to understand. Wu Liji lived in the grassland, and only after he went to the capital to return to the Chemistry Hall, he lived a life without lacking salt. He ate pickles there casually, so he was not unfamiliar with pickles. At first, when Park Tae said he could make kimchi, he thought kimchi was pickles (essentially), but when it came to pickles, Wu Liji remembered that when he was returning to the Chemistry Hall, he heard that the emperor loved to eat Liubiju pickles. When he graduated, he ate a kind of pickles when he passed by Chenyang. He didn't understand that it was also a mixture of salt and vegetables, and there would be so many names, but the more he didn't understand, the more he felt that Park Tae was extraordinary.

Moreover, Wu Liji couldn't help but think a little deeper, because he heard what Park Tae said, the pickles and kimchi he made were used to entertain North Korean officials, so he must know what the superiors like, and this is exactly what U Liji doesn't understand. Although this young Mongolian man is honest, he is not stupid. He has seen the world of flowers in the capital and he knows very well that adults from noble births like his immediate boss, Zhalantun Banner Zhasak Caosong, who are not suitable for the cutting-edge life of shortage of supplies. Although Park Tae can't do a variety of tricks, at least he can make his boss live a better life. If his boss lives a better life, wouldn't he be able to live a better life?

"Okay, I understand, you need not say anything." Wu Liji slapped the table before stopping Park Tae who was spitting everywhere. Wu Liji coughed lightly and ordered the secretary: "Card him a quota for a vegetable, and the treatment is still the same."

Park Tae understood the news from Quanye, and was very happy and hurried to register. Park Tae got the unlimited cultivation rights of twenty acres of mature fields and wasteland as he wished. There was no shortage of grain and vegetable seeds, and there was obviously not enough farm tools, which was not a problem. After all, Quanye is a blacksmith, which can be solved in the short term. When the means of production are allocated to the ox, the shortage of quantity is obvious. There are more than 60 farmers who need to plow ox, and only eighteen ox, and five of them are just calves.

Immigrants argued endlessly about this. No one wanted a farmer without cattle, nor did they want a calf. Park Tai relied on his ability to speak some Chinese and squeezed in front of the debate. The immigrants almost fought each other. Wu Liji originally planned to distribute the cattle to the immigrant households of the young man in his family first, and waited for the cattle to be supported by the appeasement zone to arrive and then distributed to other immigrant households, but everyone disagreed.
Chapter completed!