Chapter 2442 This Is the Place of Daming

"Are there still oxen?"

A group of oxen were standing obediently in the pen, looking strong.

A clerk stood in front of the pen and said, "These oxen were collected from the old port. At present, cattle, sheep and pigs are raised everywhere there, and there are countless poultry, so what are you still worried about?"

"The bedding and pots and pans here, you have to sign up yourself, the whole family must come, don't think about getting more if there are fewer."

"Here, here, don't lift it yourself, there are carts and ox carts, the soldiers will help you pull it home."

The warehouse where the supplies were stored was busy for a while, and the new immigrants could hardly believe that there were so many benefits.

An old man brought his two sons, his daughter-in-law and five grandchildren, and the things the family received filled an ox cart.

His two sons were already laughing silly, and his daughter-in-law was also very happy. As soon as she received the candy, she stuffed one into each child's pocket.

"Dad, have a sweet one too."

The eldest daughter-in-law asked her son to bring candy to the old man, and the old man habitually scolded: "Squandering things, save them for the New Year."

The sergeant who drove the car for their family sighed: "Uncle, there is no shortage of this here, we have it every month."

The old man couldn't believe it and said: "Soldier, are you kidding me?"

The sergeant said impatiently: "In front of us is Nanyang, where sugarcane has been planted for a long time. Every year, there are countless sugars, most of which are shipped to the Central Plains. We have so few people here, how much can we consume? Eat as much as you want."

The old man realized that he had arrived in an area with extremely rich supplies.

No, when he saw the strings of peppers hanging at the door of the old immigrant's house, he realized that all this was not in vain.

"Grandfather, have candy."

The youngest granddaughter came over hopping, and when she came to the old man, she raised her hand, but in her palm was a gray-black candy.

The old man usually dotes on this little granddaughter the most. Seeing her calling grandpa with her eyes narrowed, it was obvious that she was really happy. He happily bent down and opened his mouth to bite the candy from the granddaughter's palm.

The little granddaughter saw that her grandfather's face was wrinkled like he had eaten too much vinegar last time, so she asked: "Grandpa, is it sweet?"

The old man touched her head and smiled.

"Sweet!"

The old man felt that the candy was sweet from his mouth to his heart. He looked up and saw his two sons who were loading the car and his two daughters-in-law were looking at him. His old face blushed and said: "Let's see if there is anything good. Tonight is the first meal. Go buy some wine and meat and have a good meal."

When the old man decided to immigrate with his family, he was regarded as a fool by the villagers, and his sons and daughters-in-law at home also had some concerns.

Now looking at the situation here, the old man feels that his original decision couldn't be more correct, and his family will definitely be able to flourish here in the future.

The old man immediately remembered the ancestral tablets that were previously placed in the house. Worried that they would be stolen, he urged to go home quickly.

He didn't care about anything along the way, just holding the bag containing the ancestral tablets tightly, as if it was his life and roots...

Several grandsons cheered, and the eldest son said: "Dad, just now an adult said that every household will have wine and meat tonight, and everyone should come out to eat."

"Come out to eat?"

The old man felt that eating was a very private matter, especially when there was wine and meat, it should be kept secret, so as not to mess up the relationship between neighbors because your family had more meat and my family had less meat.

The second son saw many new things today, and his heart was excited, so he said: "Dad, it is said that everyone is gathering together, one is to get to know each other, and the other is to celebrate our coming here."

The old man frowned when he heard it and said: "Eat up all the food, keep the wine and meat, and drink the wine during festivals, and marinate the meat and eat it slowly."

At this time, their family had received all the things, and the sergeant shouted: "Come and help, we are leaving."

The two sons went over to talk to the sergeant politely, and finally could only help push the cart on the side with thousands of thanks.

The old man led his granddaughter and chatted with the soldiers who pushed the cart all the way. When he got home, he had already understood the situation here.

His family had ten people, and there were two brothers, so they were allocated two houses. The old man lived with the eldest son's family, but the second son had to give some food every month.

The two families cleaned up separately, and the old man took his grandchildren to fetch water. The family was in full swing. The adults scolded the children, and the old man protected the children and scolded them back. This is what it means to be happy.

For lunch, the family just made some dead dough cakes and continued to clean up.

"Every household comes out, take out your own pots and bowls, and make a fire."

When the cleanup was almost done, someone outside started shouting with a loudspeaker.

When the old man and his family came out, there were already densely packed people outside.

There were carts of firewood for everyone to use, and someone helped to set up the pot.

Finally, there was wine and meat.

"What kind of meat is this?"

The old man saw many kinds of meat, but no pork.

"Alligator meat, bison meat, mutton, fish, take whatever you want, but don't waste it. What you can't finish must be collected."

The sergeant's words made the old man feel like his world was about to collapse.

"Oh my God! From ancient times to the present, in which dynasty can you eat meat as much as you want?"

The old man's panic made the sergeant laugh, and then said: "There is a lot of meat here, and we also raise a lot of livestock and poultry, and we also fish and hunt, so we don't lack meat."

The old man was scared, and he thanked everyone from Guanyin Bodhisattva to Daozun.

"The wine and water are not bad either, buy them yourself in the future."

"What? There is no shortage of wine and water?"

The old man found it even more incredible.

The Ming Dynasty did not ban alcohol. Since the success of potato wine making, the official did not care about folk wine making at all.

"There is a big island over there, and our people are watching the natives farm the land. It is not cost-effective to transport the food back to the Ming Dynasty, so most of it is sent here."

The sergeant's tone was casual, as if he was talking about the distance between his village and the next village.

The old man felt dizzy and went back with his two sons after receiving the wine and meat.

Set up a large pot, add water to the pot, then put the mutton and dragon meat in, add some ginger and spices and it's all ready.

"So much smoke!"

Some children pointed to the sky and shouted.

The old man looked up and saw the smoke extending from here, like a dark cloud in his sight.

People from the entire settlement came out, and countless families gathered around campfires. The density was so dense that if you looked down from the air, it would be like seeing a swarm of ants.

"Toast!"

"For Ming Dynasty, for His Majesty!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

The cheers dispersed the smoke, and countless immigrants below raised their bowls to drink the wine in their bowls.

"Long live your Majesty!"

The old man drank too much, and with his face flushed, he took a piece of dragon meat to his little granddaughter, and then said to his eldest son: "Tomorrow, I will go to our fields to take a look. It's time to get moving."

The eldest son was not drunk and said: "Dad, the adults said that there are often lightning and thunder here, and there are strong winds, which makes it difficult to farm. That is to say, grow some potatoes."

The old man asked in confusion: "Then what are we doing?"

“We’ll have to wait until spring to see.”

The old man became even more depressed, "Then why do we give our farm cattle? It's so hard to grow potatoes."

The second son drank a little too much, so he laughed and said, "Dad, there are too many cows and no one will raise them. Let's keep them."

The old man was really speechless.

"When did Ming Dynasty become so wealthy?"

…

“Every immigrant’s supplies must be approved and distributed, and nothing less will be enough.”

Chen Rujing's campfire was at the very edge, and no one dared to disturb it.

He said with murderous intent: "Last year, I killed more than ten people. Tomorrow I will go to each house to investigate. If there are any corrupt ones, I won't kill them and throw them away to feed the dragons and sharks!"

As he spoke, he stared at Wu Wen. Wu Wen said unequivocally: "This is what His Majesty promised to the immigrants. You have to give it to the immigrants even if it is useless. Otherwise, if these people write back, who will dare to come again? If there is corruption, If caught, he will be executed."

"good!"

Chen Rujing said: "Without the sour smell, this is a group. We will start surveying tomorrow. There are officials from the Ministry of Industry accompanying us. I will ask them later and let them rest for a few more days."

Liu Ercai said: "Sir, after the city is built..."

He pointed to his head and Chen Rujing said: "Don't think about getting promoted. I estimate that our work in the past five years will be to build the city and continue to explore forward. In the end, we will have to build a second city a few hundred miles away from here." "

Wu Wen took a sip of wine and said melancholy: "Now we can only grow potatoes and vegetables. Let's try again this year and grow some wheat."

"Also, we need to raise more livestock and poultry. At least, we should give more to those ships when they return, so that they don't have to work so hard to bring immigrants and food. If we don't get a cent, will we still be human beings in Wugui Town if the news spreads?"

Wu Wen was tipsy, and after burping, he said: "Wugui Town, Wugui Town, the name is evil, the thunder and wind in this ghost place is like hell. Fortunately, the weather today doesn't look like thunder, good!" Otherwise, the new immigrants won’t be able to sleep.”

"Boom!"

Before he finished speaking, there were dark clouds in the sky, and then thunder roared.

Jiang Xian looked up and said firmly: "It must be the heavy rain, Mr. Wu, you have a crow's mouth!"

"grass!"

Wu Wen drained the wine, then smashed the earthen bowl hard and shouted: "The vegetables are too salty, please add water!"

Chen Rujing nodded appreciatively, and Liu Ercai stood up and shouted: "God has added soup!"

The new immigrants were still ignorant and felt that God was not giving them face, but the old immigrants all laughed, then stood up one by one, took out most of the meat from the pot, and let their children, women, and old people go back.

"For God's sake, add more soup!"

"Take a bath!"

Some people began to take off their clothes and then drank while waiting for the rain to take a shower.

The heavy rain came immediately, and the raindrops dripped on the bonfire, and the white ash flew up and was hit again.

The broth in the pot was like the surface of a lake in heavy rain, but everyone continued to eat with a smile.

In the heavy rain, Wu Wen picked up the wine jar and started drinking.

"This is Ming Dynasty's place!"

Wu Wen's body shook a little, and he said with a smile: "Whoever dares to rob, beat him! Beat him down!"

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