I am one year older than Chongzhen

From the perspective of modern people, the thinking of ancient people is always absurd.

No matter what, since I have chosen to make a difference in this absurd fate.Huang Yi always has to put in his own efforts.

After entering the customs this time, a large number of people were brought out, and coupled with the tribal population absorbed by the base area, the consumption of people eating horses and feeding horses increased to a big level.

Of course, this is not a particularly difficult problem for the base area. Huang Yi truly knows the huge impact that the Little Ice Age will have in the late Ming Dynasty.

When famine comes, don't worry about the antiques from the golden age of troubled times, they are all not as valuable as food.

Under the impact of the Xinghe Army's huge and enviable wealth, a steady stream of grain-carrying vehicles and horses entered the base area.

Unlike ordinary dignitaries, they are accustomed to hiding treasures in their nests like ghosts in myths, and no one is allowed to touch them.

Except for some gold and silver used for communication with the outside world, the base area kept all the rest in their hands!
The greatest impact of the rationing system adopted in the base areas is reflected here.

What Huang Yi brought to Xinghe Army is a very advanced management model. Managers are not superior, but must be responsible for every resident.

As long as there are living things in the entire base area, there must be a person in charge who is in place to check them and provide supplies in a pragmatic and practical manner according to individual needs.

If it were the post-war peace era, such an approach would sacrifice a lot of things.But now we are in troubled times, and in the pre-industrial structure of the Ming Dynasty, the lives of ordinary people have become extremely miserable.

Therefore, this kind of management can make the most people feel that their lives are protected.

Not only the Han refugees brought from the pass, but also the slaves of the nobles on the prairie.

The nomadic civilization not only enslaved the Han people, they enslaved all the captives they captured, and even enslaved each other.

In short, within the Xinghe Army, where all resources were allocated, most of the gold, silver and jewelry were sent to Huang Yi's father-in-law, who managed the operation and purchased as much food and other resources as possible.

Huang Yi's father-in-law is a rich official, and if he is lucky, he can even transport a considerable amount of ore and even gunpowder.

The currency circulating in the base area is a kind of paper money called meat and grain coupons, which are currently only used within the base area.Although the area is small and there is little need to consider counterfeiting issues, Huang Yi personally supervised the production of watermark anti-counterfeiting.

Relying on the supplies at hand, it will not be a problem to survive this winter.Although from a book perspective, this year is still not a prosperous year.

but……

"Let everyone eat better recently, and there is no need to save on materials." Huang Yi ordered, "Where are you? Cooperate with the grassroots civil officers of our Xinghe Army to notify all tribes to prepare for the New Year."

I was treated respectfully in front of everyone, but as soon as I closed the door, Huang Yi, the water-filled Manjusri Bodhisattva, called me "Na Na Na".

He was not embarrassed at all by being treated roughly. The parallel-imported living Buddha's smile, which did not take pleasure in things or take sorrow in himself, did indeed have some Buddha nature.

"The Great Khan doesn't know. There is no such thing as celebrating the New Year in our prairie."

"It will happen from now on! Go and let them know that people who want to celebrate the New Year will be protected by Manjushri Bodhisattva and can eat a big bowl of pork stewed with vermicelli!"

"Ah, this...this..."

After all, he had recited too many sutras. Even if he got the title of Living Buddha, he would not have the flexibility and intelligence to come up with an excuse to connect the Chinese New Year customs with the Bodhisattvas he worshipped.

"Can't it be done?" Huang Yi's voice was not loud, and he even stopped a little while speaking. He raised his eyelids from his busy schedule and glanced at Na Na.

With one knife and one shot, he went from being a lonely wild ghost to tens of thousands of followers on the ground, and the bloody aura accumulated by his subordinates has long been unable to be washed away.

Huang Yi's glance could be regarded as seeing through the courage of the fake living Buddha. If he hadn't judged how powerful Huang Yi was, he wouldn't have easily come forward to set up his own sect to compete with other sects.

The living Buddha repeatedly promised, "It's definitely not difficult! It's definitely not difficult!" "Next time, I promise to complete the task! Go back and gather the members of your group. The organization will send instructors and security teams to you. Go and get busy. !”

"Yes! Ah... I promise to complete the mission!"

With the big New Year gatherings, the original organizational structure of these tribes is completely unnecessary...

"Teacher... do you want to take a rest?" Huang Yi has been back for a few days and is so busy that he doesn't even have time to go back to his own home.Either he was having a meeting with this group of people or that group of people, or he was lying on the sand table or meeting with a bunch of craftsmen.

"I arrived at the base again in a few days. I heard that my reward has arrived at my father-in-law's place. I have to show up, otherwise it will be difficult for my old comrade to explain... Just go over there and rest."

Having said that, there is no way to dispel Huang Dapeng's heartache.

"Teacher, are you sure you want to celebrate the New Year with great fanfare? In that case, our food will only be able to barely last until spring after the new year. Even if we can buy food, it may not be easy to handle when there is a shortage."

Huang Yi patted him on the shoulder to reassure him, "Don't worry, we have accomplished a lot of big things this time we entered the customs. We have obtained a large number of excellent grain crops. As soon as the Chinese New Year comes, we will occupy the most fertile and most suitable areas for farming." There will be enough land and food to eat.”

"Really? There is such excellent food?" Huang Dapeng couldn't help but wonder.

"Yes, these plants are called earth eggs and yam eggs. Of course, I prefer to call them potatoes!"

……

Regardless of whether it is a successful year or not, the Chinese nation must celebrate the New Year.

And just when the new year was approaching, there was a person in the base area who managed to crawl back to the world from the gate of hell.

Zhu Wannian didn't know how many times he was awakened by nightmares. Fortunately, his movements were not too violent and did not even wake up the dozing doctor next to him.

He cast his gaze out the window and saw a festive red.

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On the other side, equally festive is Sun Huayuan's Sun family mansion.

"Brother Daquan, if you don't go down to play, I will go away~" The person who spoke was the scholar named Han Yong who was tricked into cooperating with Huang Daquan.

Huang Daquan has been so talkative lately. If it weren't for this man with a mind full of books by his side, he really wouldn't be able to cope with those literati.

He nodded slightly, and Han Yong left the pavilion and went to the guest room to find playmates.

As the New Year approaches, there are more and more gatherings in this beautiful garden.

It's just that compared to the usual quarrels between students from various schools, there were many more officials wandering around the garden during this big holiday.

Many female relatives from major aristocratic families also came out.

The girls pretended to have forgotten the marriage contracts that their elders had negotiated for them, and quietly looked at their interactions one by one, dreaming about the future.

Huang Daquan stared at the festive red color and murmured to himself.

"I really don't want to celebrate the New Year..."

A wanderer who has left home can never find the flavor of the New Year no matter how lively the surroundings are.