1635 Han style rises again

Chapter 97
That morning, Chang Chunsheng's body was also found, the entire throat was cut, and his eyes were wide open, as if filled with endless regret and reluctance.Ding Chuangen was stabbed twice, one of which pierced the lobe of his lung. In addition, he bled profusely and was in a near-death state.Peng Laogui had no choice but to stop the bleeding, and for the internal injuries, he could only resign himself to fate.

And Qi Tian jumped into the sea, of course he couldn't catch up with the fleet, and was caught up by everyone in the end.

Dong Fengshan blamed himself very much, if he ran faster, maybe he could keep the cruel He Laoliu behind.Two and a half children, how can they do it!

That morning, Qi Tian was very annoyed, he watched the murderer swaggering away in the boat with the crowd, while he and a group of people went to the pier to see him off.He knew that it was impossible to catch He Laoliu.Since he dared to kill people to vent his anger, he must go far away.After arriving in Batavia, they will definitely find an excuse to leave Cao Xiong and the others.Therefore, the enmity between Ding Chuangen and Chang Chunsheng probably cannot be avenged.

In the next few days, all the teenagers seemed a little dull and depressed.The partners who have been with each other for several months, one died and the other was seriously injured, which makes people resentful and depressed, but they can't do anything to help their partners.

After this incident, Yu Fukun and Qi Tian announced that no one in the camp was allowed to go out alone with less than five people, and they had to carry swords or muskets with them.Qi Tian asked the carpentry workshop to make hundreds of wooden whistles, and hung a rope around his neck.Once encountering any danger, the whistle must be blown immediately, and nearby personnel will immediately rush to support.

Taking into account the integration of more than [-] people in the camp, and at the same time avoiding incidents of guards oppressing immigrants.Qi Tian suggested to Yu Fukun that, according to the arrangement of industrial and agricultural production and construction, the more than [-] people in the camp should be divided into dozens of teams. In addition to the leader of the immigrant team leader and the youth assigned to guide the work, many guards should also be scattered among them to be responsible for their security. Daily security as well as training them in self-defense.

In this way, not only the immigrants have a certain sense of security, but also the duty of guards can be improved, and the communication and integration between each other can be strengthened.

Sad things happened, experienced, and sad, but life still needs to go on day by day.Immigrants from Ming Dynasty seem to accept this kind of thing very quickly and try hard to forget it.Because, in the entire northern part of Daming, the death of a person is the most common thing.Hundreds of people died at once, they all experienced it.In this troubled world, every day we live seems to be a gift from God.

In this remote Hanzhou, I can eat enough food, sleep soundly, have clothes to cover my body, and shelter from the wind and rain. Every day I live is a blessing from my previous life.

Qi Tian quickly cleared up his mood, because there were too many affairs that required him to plan and arrange.He must work hard to achieve the good life that everyone in Jianye City expects.Not just for them, but for yourself.

The construction progress of the road from Jianye City to Heishan Valley is unsatisfactory.It has been more than ten days, and the bushes and weeds along the road, the soil slopes and the water are swaying, and many of them have not been cleared.This road is just a dirt road. According to the original plan, it should be able to be repaired in a month.But looking at it on the ground, it is estimated that it will not work out in two months.

"How many people come out of the Black Valley tribe every day?" Qi Tian turned to ask Niu Hu.

"Probably more than 500 people." Niu Hu is now an expert in communication between Jianye City and the indigenous tribes of the Black Valley.

"More than 500 people? Can you count the number? After all, they are going to eat two of our meals!"

"...I'll count how many of them there are in a while." Niu Hu was a little embarrassed, maybe those aborigines were really making a living.

"In this way, we will set a distance for them to complete in the future. Yuanshan, you will calculate how much work they can do alone later, and then set how many meals for them according to the distance. After finishing, there will be meals Eat, if you can't finish it, you will be hungry!"

Qi Tian was a little ruthless, the sooner the road was repaired, the sooner he could smelt iron and steel.As for the more than 30 tons of iron purchased, it is estimated that it will not take long.

Qi Yuanshan and Niu Hu nodded in agreement, and immediately split up.

The preliminary design of this road is four meters wide and will be able to accommodate two horse-drawn carriages.Part of the soft soil layer and water swing road surface is paved with waste bricks and cinders, and then compacted hard.Dig drainage ditches on the side of the road, so as to avoid potholes caused by the softening of the road surface in rainy days.Similarly, Qitian will definitely transform this road into a cement road after the material pressure is relieved.

Walking slowly on the planned highway, I imagined that in the future this road must be full of traffic, and countless materials and people will come and go on this road.

Chen Dalang followed quietly, observing the surrounding situation from time to time.As they approached the Jianye City camp, they encountered a noisy group of Ming settlers.

It turned out that someone accidentally fell to the ground because he was working with his upper body bare. The bushes and gravel left several deep bloodstains on his back. Everyone was frantically bandaging him to stop the bleeding.

Qi Tian glanced at it casually, and turned his head to leave as it was only a skin injury.

"Brother Chen, do those immigrants... work with their upper body bare?" Qi Tian asked.

"Most of them are like this!" Chen Dalang said, "It's very inconvenient to put two pieces of homemade cloth on your body like this. Moreover, immigrants are frugal, so they are not willing to wear them to work."

"Are there many immigrants who know how to sew and make clothes?"

"...Think about it more."

"After we go back, we will draw all these women out, and not do other things, just focus on making clothes for everyone....Two sets for each person tentatively." Qi Tian thought for a while, and then said.

Chen Dalang looked at Qi Tian in surprise, each of them had two sets of clothes, but they would consume most of the purchased cloth.

"In three months' time, uncle and the others will probably buy some homemade cloth. It's useless to keep it anyway, so why not make clothes for backup." Qi Tian said.

"Just... don't keep some stocks?" Chen Dalang believes that even small households will store some cloth for emergencies.

"Why keep it?" Qi Tian smiled, "I also plan to exchange all the silver in that treasury for the supplies and population we urgently need within a year or two!"

"Ah?" Chen Dalang was shocked, "Don't you want to save some money?"

"The most useless things here are the silver and the treasures taken from the mud. The most lacking things are population, food, cloth, ironware, etc., and even more livestock!"

"Brother Chen, we must remember that the most precious thing in this world is not gold and silver, but people. As long as there are people, everything can be created. Just like our Jianye City, which is gradually expanding!" Qi Tian pointed Looking at the small town in front of me that is changing and growing every day.

Chen Dalang looked up and saw that beside the reservoir, a tall waterwheel was being slowly erected by dozens of people dragging ropes.On the south side of the camp, rows of brick kilns, cement kilns, and pottery kilns are constantly spewing out thick smoke.A city of miracles is rising.

The leader of the indigenous tribe of the Black Valley was sitting on the side of the road in a daze, watching the tribe dragging bushes, weeds and some boulders, without saying a word.He felt that his prestige in the tribe was getting worse day by day.The high-spirited people who once defeated the hostile tribes, as the population continued to increase, the tribesmen and slaves gradually began to find not enough food, and the situation began to deteriorate.

I thought I could exchange some black stones with the people on the beach for some food, but was rejected.In retaliation, he told his clansmen and slaves to stop carrying black stones to the people by the sea.

But as they ate less and less, those slaves began to run away because they were starving.He also thought about taking all the soldiers and slaves to the beach to grab some food.But he never made up his mind, mainly because there was not enough food in the tribe.A hungry fighter has no strength to defeat the enemy.

Just when he and his tribe were trying their best to find food, the people from the sea came here, and there were as many fighters as their tribe's population.They killed the lone clansmen and slaves, and killed a dozen soldiers guarding the gate of the camp with long poles (guns) that could make loud noises.

He thought that the entire tribe might be killed by the seaside people, or driven away from the tribe's location.But the person who had come to help their tribe told him to continue carrying black stones in exchange for food.

He knew that the other party didn't want to kill them anymore.He and his people were frightened, obediently obeying the orders of the people by the sea.

Now, the people by the sea let them level a long road, and the clansmen are very happy because they can have enough food.Only he, the leader of the tribe, no one seemed to care about him anymore.

To be honest, he also likes to eat the food of the seaside people, as well as the spices that can make all kinds of delicious food, and his living standard is much better than before.

But he always felt that he was not at ease, and the way of life of the tribal people seemed to have changed too much from before.Faintly, he thought, not all meant good things.

But what do all these changes mean?

(End of this chapter)