Ming Zuo

Chapter 375 New clothes [Is everyone's New Year's Eve ready? 】

The Xincheng where the Ming army and the rebels fought was not Xincheng County, but Xincheng.

The new town belongs to Laizhou and is located in Laizhou.

Xincheng County, on the other hand, is in Jinan Prefecture and is not a place at all.

So the malicious literati took the opportunity to fabricate lies, saying that Wang Xiangchun died of depression because the rebels destroyed his home in Xincheng, plus the guilt that triggered the Wuqiao mutiny.

Anyway, most of the people can tell the difference between Xincheng County and Xincheng.

As everyone knows, the Wang family is not in Xincheng at all.

Even Xincheng County is only the ancestral home of the Wang family.

Wang Xiangchun had been living in Licheng, and had nothing to do with the Wuqiao Mutiny from beginning to end.

Zuo Menggeng did not care about the outcome of the battle between the Ming army and the rebel army, but set off back to Yimeng Mountain.

In short, Laizhou had to fight for more than five months before and after the offensive and defensive battle, and it was not yet time for him to take action.

When they returned to Mengshan, the new army had completely wiped out the Murong Ministry of Finance.

"Look at the seat, this is Murong Cai. It's like a chicken, but it's a bit of a jerk."

Hui Shanhui was eating potato flour with a bowl, while pulling Murong Cai's body with his feet.

Looking at Murong Cai's bloody corpse, Zuo Menggeng's head was full of black lines.

"Can you guys stop playing with corpses while you eat?"

Hye Sunhui grinned.

"What's the matter? I'm hungry on the battlefield, and I can survive for a while if I catch human flesh."

Zuo Menggeng crooked his mouth.

"roll!"

They let Murong Cai's body be carried down and buried, and it took a long time for the smell of the corpse in the air to dissipate.

Zhang Keda followed Zuo Menggeng and couldn't help sighing.

"General Zuo has such a strong general under his command, no wonder they are invincible."

Thinking of Hui Shanhui's virtue just now, Zuo Menggeng became angry.

"It's just a matter of cleaning up."

The cooking soldier sent two bowls of potato flour, Zuo Menggeng took it and sat down directly to eat.

Zhang Keda is not used to this method, so it can be seen that the master is like this, so he has no choice but to accept the host.

When the potato powder entered the mouth, Zhang Keda was immediately attracted by the rich and sour fragrance.

"What is this? It's so delicious."

Zuo Menggeng eats science while eating.

"This kind of thing is called potato, and it was brought by Westerners from America, which is thousands of miles to the east. It can be planted no matter how good the land is, and if it is carefully handled, it can yield more than [-] catties per acre. .But it should not be the limit yet, and I can't say that it will exceed a thousand kilograms in the future."

Zhang Keda shuddered on the spot, so he threw the bowl away.

He is not someone who doesn't know five grains, so he naturally understands what it means for a crop to yield thousands of pounds per mu.

Especially since he has just tasted it, this thing is much better than the dry food that the military has been eating.

"I never imagined that General Zuo would be so concerned about farming when he was in the battlefield."

Zuo Menggeng said earnestly: "The people take food as their heaven. Whoever can solve the problem of food and clothing for the people can own the world. Obviously, the one in the Forbidden City is impossible."

Very spicy and straightforward statement, but Zhang Keda has nothing to say.

He was in the army. Over the years, the army's salaries have been paid and broken, not to mention the war, and he can't survive.

He shook off his gloom and asked, "Has this thing been planted in large quantities?"

Zuo Menggeng raised his finger and pointed at the soldiers around him, "Well, look, so many people can eat it."

Only then did Zhang Keda notice that what they ate was exactly the same as that of ordinary soldiers.

And this discovery, there are two things that shocked him.

First, Zuo Menggeng, the general, actually shared weal and woe with his soldiers.

He didn't think that Zuo Menggeng was deliberately putting on a show for him, because the soldiers walking back and forth saw Zuo Menggeng eating, and everyone looked normal.

This shows that Zuo Menggeng is usually like this in the army.

Second, he has eaten potato flour, which is absolutely delicious.Even if it is sold in the market, it will be very popular.

In Zuo Menggeng's army, even the most common soldiers could eat it.

Neither of these two points can be compared by the Ming army.

"Hey, the food of a pawn in your army far exceeds that of a general in Denglai, which is really enviable."

Zuo Menggeng's eyes widened, as if he heard some big joke.

"You don't really think soldiers like this stuff, do you?"

Zhang Keda was puzzled again.

"It's obviously delicious."

Zuo Menggeng burst into laughter.

The man next to him answered for him.

"Not to mention the lieutenants and soldiers of the army, even the old man is tired of eating this potato flour. If it is not a battlefield at this time, I believe no one wants to eat it."

Zhang Keda turned his head to look, and saw a large group of people walking around talking and laughing.There are men and women, old and young, and the lineup is quite peculiar.

Zuo Menggeng just finished eating, handed the bowl to the guard, and said with a smile, "Zongrong Zhang, let me introduce you, this is Duke Hou Xun Hou Ruogu."

When Zhang Ke Da stood up, he jumped up and almost threw his waist to the ground.

"The last general Zhang Keda has met Lord Sima."

Hou Xun was the minister of military affairs, and he was his immediate boss.

"The old man is now idle, not an official, Zhang Zongrong doesn't need to be more polite."

Zhang Ke was very embarrassed.

"The last general is also a defeated general, ashamed to see people."

Hou Xun said sternly: "The matter of Dengzhou, the old man has already learned, it is not the general's fault."

Zhang Ke had tears in his eyes, but he didn't expect that there would be people willing to defend him.

"Also ask the old man to write to the imperial court, tell right and wrong, and give me justice."

Hou Xun soothed him and said in a meaningful way: "Denglai's situation is not a cold one in one day. Does the court really know? Today's disaster, I really need to get to the bottom of it, and Sun Zhongcheng is not the only one to blame."

Zhang Ke was terrified and startled, and when he tasted it carefully, he realized that the meaning of Hou Xun's words actually meant to investigate the past.

But if we really want to investigate it, we have to start from Dongjiang Town being cut off from pay and Mao Wenlong being killed.

So who caused a series of changes in Dongjiang Town?
Zhang Keda knew, but did not dare to say it.

In a trance, he suddenly thought of something.Suddenly looking up, seeing Zuo Menggeng and Hou Xun laughing together in the same place, he was even more panicked.

Zuo Menggeng showed him the opposite, but now Hou Xun is with him, so...

Zuo Menggeng didn't care what Zhang Keda was thinking, he saw Wang Xiuqin.

"Why did our Minister Wang come here?"

Wang Xiuqin was not at all tired, and happily asked her subordinates to bring things over and hand them to Zuo Menggeng.

"Please take a look, these are socks produced by our garment factory. They have been distributed to the troops in Linqing a few days ago, and everyone's general response has been very good."

Zuo Menggeng took it and saw that it was a new blend of summer socks and stockings from Songjiang Prefecture.

One of the great advantages of this new type of cotton socks is that they are elastic and do not need to be tied with ropes, so they are very convenient to wear.

The socks that Wang Xiuqin handed over were different from the pure white socks Zuo Menggeng had seen before, in yellow-green color.

This is a very common dye in Shandong.

And the socks dyed this color is also Zuo Menggeng's request.

This is Zuo Menggeng's preliminary preparation for the future military uniform reform of the new army.

Zuo Menggeng expects that the Ming army's uniforms will not be worn for too long, so he has already begun to consider the issue of the military uniforms of the new army in the future.

The Ming Dynasty was still red, so military uniforms were mostly red, purple and other colors.

In the age of cold weapons, military uniforms of this color are nothing.But entering the age of firearms, too obvious military uniforms are really afraid of dying fast enough.

Combined with the situation in Shandong, Zuo Menggeng decided to set the color of the future military uniform as blue-yellow.

After the printing and dyeing technology has progressed to a certain extent, it will transition to a more reasonable color.

Anyway, this new type of socks has already won the jackpot.

Zuo Menggeng did not shy away, put on new socks in front of everyone, and then walked a few times in his shoes. He was very satisfied with the familiar comfort.

"Minister Wang, let your garment factory produce at full capacity. In the next few months, the whole army will change to these new socks."

The new product was approved and approved by Zuo Menggeng, and Wang Xiuqin was overjoyed.

"This time I came here, I brought [-] pairs of new socks, which can be distributed to the troops here first."

Wang Xiuqin explained.

They've done a wear test on the new socks.

According to the training and combat intensity of the new army, a pair of new cotton socks for ordinary soldiers can only be worn for a maximum of three months before they are damaged.

Therefore, if socks are to be distributed, each person must have a quota of three pairs.In this way, we can catch up with the next wave of socks supply.

In this regard, Zuo Menggeng had nothing to say and agreed to this regulation.

And according to his perception of people in this era, a pair of socks is only worn for three months?
Humph, it would be a waste not to wear you for three years.

At the beginning of the distribution, Zuo Menggeng took three pairs and stuffed them into Zhang Keda's hands.

"this is yours."

Zhang Keda stroked the socks in his hands, feeling the novel touch, and seeing the soldiers receiving them as usual, the fluctuations in his heart can be imagined.

When serving as a soldier for the imperial court, in addition to weapons and armor, all other things must be prepared by yourself.

No matter how much it costs, the court doesn't care.Therefore, many soldiers dress like beggars in order to save money.

Just imagine such a soldier, how could he willingly go to fight for the court?
Unlike here, even the most common and inconspicuous socks are taken care of.

Ask yourself, even he is moved here.

(End of this chapter)