Humans kept retreating their space for movement in the midst of killing each other, and wild animals flourished again. Before the Yellow Turban Rebellion began decades ago, even rabbits could not be seen in the suburbs of the county. However, at this time, a wild boar with a total of 200 to 300 kilograms was stalking on the fields where the ice and snow had not disappeared. While walking, they also arched the remaining snow with their noses, and searched from below to find the buds that had just been born with warmth.

However, this fat pig's good life has come to an end, because one beautiful big eyes are squinted excitedly, while the other one is squinted.

Bang~

If you want to say, there is only a mistress who doesn’t work hard, there is no family that cannot be broken up! Cough cough, anyway, the little girl Zhuge Ying has worked hard for more than a year, including appearing next to Wang Hou for nothing, pulling his little hand ambiguously, and knocking on his door at night. Finally, Wang Hou and his beloved old cannon cannon.

She is really talented in shooting. Even if she is a firearm, she will not be able to deal with a wild boar weighing 200 tonnes. The Americans who are good at hunting in later generations have no seriousness, but Barrett has not knocked down this tonnage guy. There are some wild boars that are full of thick skin and are still jumping around and running around the ground. But with one shot, she actually fucked the wild boars accurately. Behind her eyes was a fragile brain flower. Although the brain flower could not be eaten, the heavy guy who was destroyed did not even snort and lay directly on the ground. The dozen soldiers of the Wang family army were seeing sweaty eyes widened in disbelief.

"Call this horse! Drag this fat pig back and add extra meals to the provincial governor!"

With a proud hum, Zhuge Ying was like an old hunter, handsomely slid her old cannon barrel that she had finally fooled her on her back, and the girl turned over and moved her handsomely.

However, they did not come out to hunt, and the most critical task was to catch the strong men!

As soon as the horse turned over and didn't take a few steps, a man suddenly waved his hand in the air excitedly behind him.

"Miss Zhuge! Black Smoke! Alas! Miss slow down!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhuge Ying was already shaking the reins of the horse and ran out excitedly. On the other end, in the pure spring blue sky, straight black smoke soared into the sky. In the wilderness, more cavalrymen were also running wildly. In a dry river valley, a group of three or four hundred refugees was blocked by the cavalrymen of the Wang family. Looking at the sharp long halberds of the cavalry from all directions, these war refugees from the north of Chengyang County held hoes or sticks in their hands in a war, trying to give themselves a sense of security.

"Miss!"

Seeing Zhuge Ying arrive, the cavalry surrounding her in front gave up another way. Now the girl was also damaged by Wang Hou. She was wrapped in a big leather vest and a flowery cotton jacket inside. Zhuge's tall surname was so tall that she looked like a bandit girl in the late Qing Dynasty. However, this style did give her a fierce look. She tucked the leather vest and pinched her waist with her little hands. The girl raised her head fiercely.

"Surrender? Or die?"

In the sound of a clamor, jackals gathered together like that, and the cavalry of the Wang family who surrounded the refugees also raised the steel crossbow with a clamor.

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It was already the end of February. In two months, Rizhao City had a slight change. First, the Qingzhou government yamen that Jia Xu wanted was finally built. The old guy suffered from a winter freeze and could show off at the yamen. The only thing that made him depressed was that Wang Hou, the Qingzhou Governor, now had a desolate beach like Rizhao City.

Even Taishan County was temporarily out of control, leaving only two troops in Longmazhai, asking Wang Congge to monitor the mineral transportation, and then urged the distribution of grain cloths and hoes from the transaction to be fair. He could not reach the internal affairs of the three major villages and sixteen small villages.

So the county government is just a decoration, which is really practical. It is a huge reserve warehouse group built next to the five-story Rizhao Sha County Hotel, and a huge factory building that I don’t know what Wang Hou plans to use for.

Outside, there is the military camp under construction. Now he has mobilized most of his troops from Taishan County.

As soon as the cavalry team came back, they could see a few square arrays like tofu chunks training in the wilderness. Facing the chilly spring wind in spring, they walked naked in the queue with long halberds. When they heard the messy sound of horse hooves, the eyes of one part turned over enviously in the call of one, two, one.

Wang Hou's military management philosophy came from later generations, at least in modern troops. It was too strongly adjusted. Every day, it was either training or training, so that the patrol missions that no one wanted to go out became popular. Every day, each unit broke its head and competed for this place.

During the escort of the cavalry, more than 600 refugees passed by the military camp in awe, and were led to the messy wooden house slums on the east side of the city.

After escaping, he didn't have high expectations for his place to live. However, before entering the door, a fat-faced master of a noble family, who had been crossing the house, lazily directed the workers to come over. One of them sent out a set of clothes first, which surprised the Chengyang refugees who were arrested by the arrested men. While delivering clothes, the fat county officials were still listlessly yelling.

"From the twelve houses in the east, they are empty, but each household has at least five. Regardless of whether you are a couple or a neighbor, five are stuffed into one house! No killing or fighting is allowed! Otherwise, beheading is not allowed to be public! No stealing is allowed. In addition, my Wangzhou Mu still has two important rules: no urination or defecation is allowed anywhere. The larger ones must go to the public toilet, and the smaller ones use jars to pour on the floating soil in the residential area. If someone catches them, the whistleblower will be rewarded with two steamed buns. According to the serious circumstances, the violators will be punished to squat for one hour to one day, just like them!"

The fat official pointed a whip in his hand, and at the door of the slum, a flat cage was built with wood. Inside the cage, men, women, young and old were slapped in the team's head with sad faces. His legs were wide open, and his forehead was squatting in sweat. Looking at this scene, a strong man in the widowed crowd immediately hummed with disdain.

"What kind of punishment is this? I don't have to work. I'll be fine if I'm squatting for a year!"

"Really! Come and take him to try it!"

The prison door was opened with a creaking sound. In the eyes of the new refugees watching the fun, the strong man treated himself as a hero and found a place, with his legs spread apart, and his arms were pillowing, and he also squatted easily.

However, one minute is easy, two minutes is easy, and this guy can't do it in four minutes. He slapped his arm sadly.

"I won't squat anymore!"

The Qingzhou New Army, who was abused in the army, sneered and screamed and cursed.

"You think you can come when you want to lie in prison and leave when you want to! At least you have to squat for an hour and squat back quickly, otherwise you will be served by shackles!"

In the surprised eyes of the refugees, they squatted down sadly again. The strong man's calves trembled, and big beads of sweat flowed down their foreheads, making them feel awe.

However, the awe lasted for a while, and was replaced by joy again. He yawned again, and the fat official shouted weakly again.

"In addition, now the steel mill recruits people. Only a strong man aged 16 to 30 will give him a piece of wheat and a stone cloth for a month. The rest can find some work at the construction site, five steamed buns a day, and do whatever he can withdrew his luggage!"

One stone of food and one piece of cloth a month? The refugees were so stupid that they were all silly, so why did they put their luggage? Even the sixty-year-old men were excitedly squeezed into the fat officials.

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