"The Qing army in Chongqing is the most vicious enemy of our Sichuan army..." Geng Yunlin seriously introduced the situation to these Southeast immigrants who entered Sichuan for the first time.

After the Imperial Army won a great victory in Zhejiang at the beginning of the year, he was sent by the prefect of the State Council and was sent by the prefect of Yuan Xiang to get involved with the immigrants. Over the past six months, Geng Yunlin was very familiar with a large number of Zhejiang immigrants, and the other party also learned through him that there were foreign immigrants everywhere in western Sichuan, including this guide Geng. Less than three years ago, Geng Yunlin was still farming in Jiangxi.

"Compared with the Qing army in Huguang and Liangjiang, the Ganzhou Green Camp is very vicious. Even when it is in desperate situation, it often fights to death and often causes significant losses to our army." Deng Ming was seriously injured and fought with the Qing army in Chongqing. And that was the only time that the Qing army took the initiative to pursue and try to wipe out the western Sichuan army of Commander Deng Ming. Geng Yunlin saw that many immigrants showed nervous expressions on their faces, and hurriedly comforted them: "But don't worry, we finally won. Moreover, the navy of the Qing army in Chongqing was not good, and we were pressed into the Jialing River and did not dare to come out. Last year, they ran out of the Jialing River and made a big fuss. After a few days, we were asked to fight back."

Geng Yunlin's comfort did not have the effect he expected. After hearing these words, Huang Feigang not only did not feel relieved, but became even more nervous. He heard that the Qing army in Chongqing had a navy, and he also dared to come out to confront the Ming army on the water - at least there was this possibility.

Huang Feigang looked around and noticed that the other companions looked worried. Although many of these immigrants from the southeast had water, the Yangtze River was different from the sea in their hometown, and this place was completely unfamiliar to them. What if they encountered a reef and a torrent? Moreover, the Ming army used a strict family separation policy. Once the march began, the husband and wife were not allowed to meet - it was said that this was not necessary for these immigrants, but the lessons learned by Zheng Chenggong and Zhang Huangyan were too painful. Ren Tang and Mu Tan were based on the principle of being prepared for any incidents and did not allow their families to get together.

If the fleet was attacked and the ship was sunk by the Qing army, he had no idea where his wife and children were, so Huang Feigang would not be able to rescue his family. The fleet sailed out of Tongluo Gorge, and the guide pointed ahead and told everyone: "Look, there is Chongqing."

After hearing this introduction, Huang Fei's breathing became heavier as soon as he arrived, and sweat began to seep from his palms - my family and I traveled all the way through mountains and rivers, wouldn't we fall in front of the gate of Chengdu, right?

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Standing at the head of Chongqing, Sichuan Governor Gao Mingzhan looked into the distance. The Ming army's momentum was unprecedented. The ships almost filled the Yangtze River channel, and the camps on the shore were even connected to the sky and the earth covered the entire earth.

"This is definitely not here to hit us." Gao Mingzhan came to this conclusion early in the morning: "If we come to hit us, will it take so many people?"

The Ming army was getting closer and closer. Gao Mingzhan noticed that many people were people, and those who were inquiring about the news came back one after another. They all reported that these were sailors, craftsmen and people who moved back from the southeast of the Ming army.

"It's all gone, it's gone." Sun Sike shouted: "Didn't you hear it clearly? These are all passing by, it has nothing to do with us."

"It can't be said that it doesn't matter at all." Gao Mingzhan said in contemplation.

"What are the opinions of the governor?" Sun Sike asked back. Now the green camp in Chongqing has processed jewelry all day long. Since they promised to distribute the profits to Manchu and part of the Han Eight Banners, and the Eight Banners have also accused them of the eight banners, then the eight banners of Han will naturally not object but will make a fortune. Now the most important thing for the Eight Banners is to strictly prevent thieves. The theft activities in Chongqing are extremely rampant. Many of the horses and weapons and equipment of the Eight Banners were stolen and treated as waste by merchants in western Sichuan.

Bought it - Sun Sike knew that some of them were sold by the Eight Banners soldiers themselves, and claimed that they were stolen. Because he saw with his own eyes that some soldiers from the Eight Banners smoked Huguang tobacco, some ate salted fish and bacon, some people used salt duck eggs to lay porridge, and even had the IOU issued in western Sichuan in their arms - if their equipment was stolen by the thief, how did these things come from? Could it be that the thief was found out and stuffed into their beds in the dark?

With the current morale of Chongqing, if he fights with the Western Sichuan Army, he will definitely be beaten to herd sheep all over the mountain. Sun Sike feels that he is about to return to Baoning anyway, so let him go. It is not too late to clean up the morale of the army when he returns to Baoning. But he will listen to Gao Mingzhan's meaning... Could it be that when he sees many ordinary people on the other side, Governor Gao will swell and want to go out of the city to grab a fight? If Gao Mingzhan forgets how many taels of food he can eat, Sun Sike will stop him even if he fights his life.

"The price of selling waste is really cheap, the men are suffering." Gao Mingzhan sighed. He saw many green camp soldiers picking out the iron lining under the cotton armor and selling it. The price of Chengdu merchants collecting waste has not increased. Even if they take out all the iron sheets in the cotton armor, how much money can they sell? Seeing that the end of the year is coming, the sales of jade are not as smooth as possible. How can we make tens of thousands of Chongqing soldiers have a good New Year? This is really a difficult problem before Gao Mingzhan.

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That night, the camp where Huang Feigang was located was on the other side of Chongqing City. He and his friends looked at the gloomy castle in the night and knew that the most vicious enemy of the Western Sichuan Army was stationed inside. After a sleepless night, Huang Feigang and the others saw the cruel and fierce Ganzhou Green Camp in the mouth of the guide.

"All kinds of wooden barrels are of high quality, buy big and get small!"

As the sky was dawn, green camp soldiers holding green flags and wearing titular clothes set up stalls next to the Mingjun camp to sell their wooden barrels. Because the merchants who collected waste products refused to ask for this thing, Chengdu and Xuzhou could produce their own products. The Qing army felt that these immigrants might not know, so they washed all the wooden barrels and transported them across the Yangtze River early, hoping to deal with them at a low price: "My fellow villager, take a bucket, you can't see such a cheap good barrel, even if you travel around the world!"

The Qing army who came to do business were all servants of various generals or confidants wearing armor, and there were no ordinary soldiers.

After getting in touch with merchants in western Sichuan, many Green Camp soldiers were determined to escape, but the merchants in western Sichuan had an agreement with Chongqing generals to promise not to assist Qing soldiers in absconding. There was still a large area of ​​no-man's land between Chongqing and Xuzhou, so although the Green Camp soldiers had this idea, it was difficult to take action.

Seeing hundreds of thousands of people passing by was a good opportunity for the Green Camp soldiers to take a ride and escape. However, their generals immediately realized this. Now the city of Chongqing is under high security, and every military camp is strictly prohibited from going out without authorization. All the soldiers are locked in and work. The things they produce can only be transported by reliable soldiers, and even transporting things to the riverside will not be handed over to the suspicious unarmed soldiers to do.

"Selling kitchen knives!" Another stall in the distance was filled with brand new kitchen knives. Last night, Li Defu collected all the last iron sheets and remaining steel knives from the soldier's cotton armor. He stopped all jade processing in his military camp and produced civilian kitchen knives at full speed overnight. If he couldn't catch up with this group, these things would only be sold as scrap iron. Anyway, when he returned to Baoning, the equipment would still be delivered.

"Good knife, good knife!" Whenever someone looked over, the Qing soldiers selling the knife would shout loudly. If an immigrant stopped in front of his stall, the soldier would desperately use the knife to chop the wooden stakes on his stall to show how amazingly sharp these newly-built kitchen knives are.

The kitchen knives made by these blacksmiths in the army are indeed of good quality. From time to time, someone bought one or two IOUs. When he passed by Wuchang, the Ming army sent a little IOU to each of the immigrants, telling them that they could try to use them in Wuchang, or save them and return to western Sichuan before using them. However, because they said that this was to be paid, and Wuchang's IOUs were not circulated blatantly, most people did not have the chance to use them. Chongqing currently accepts IOUs unscrupulously and quickly earned a lot of money from the immigrants' pockets.

"Thank you, patrons, welcome to come again next time." Learning the etiquette of western Sichuan, the Qing soldiers at another stall bowed to the customer, and waited for the people to walk away before straightening their chests again, and continued to shout at the crowd: "Look, take a look, the fine whetstone, the producer of the imperial work department - the name of the craftsman is engraved behind it!"

When leaving Chongqing, Huang Fei, who had eaten a bowl of authentic Shanxi knife-cut noodles, had an old blanket on his back and was holding a brand new crutch in his hand. The riverside was full of Qing soldiers selling crutches, most of them were made of bamboo, vines, and pine wood. They all said that the road to Xuzhou was difficult to walk, and the crutch was not very expensive, and many immigrants took out one yuan to buy one for themselves.

Immigration passed by the stalls continuously, and Song Liang tried hard to sell his goods. The sales in the first two days met the requirements of the superiors, and the remaining profits were his own.

When night fell to Chongqing again, the companions from several stalls next to him came over to ask about Song Liang's achievements today - just look at the empty stall, and there was no bow or arrow - Song Liang must have made a lot of money.

Song Liang lifted up the cloth that was pressing down on the stall and picked out all the IOUs pressed down. It was a thick stack, and it looked at least a thousand yuan, which was equivalent to silver.

"Stop saying anything, stop saying anything!" Song Liang was excited and said unspeakable: "I'll go to Sichuan merchants to cut their flesh and buy wine. Brothers, please follow me."

After another trek, Geng Yunlin told him that the immigrants around him were Xuzhou ahead and they were about to enter the stable controlled area of ​​the Ming army. He had just received accurate news that Deng Ming, the highest commander in this area, would come to greet them in person tomorrow, and a large number of officials from Chengdu and Xuzhou would also appear together, and do their best to solve the problems of immigrants' life and work.

Geng Yunlin shouted loudly: "Tomorrow, our prefect Yuan of Xuzhou will also be here. I said, don't go forward, just stay in our prefecture. You will have a job and a wage immediately. Prefect Yuan will help you build a house. If you can't find a job for the moment, you don't have to worry. The prefect of Xuzhou can lend you money to eat, dress, and you don't have interest at the first few hundred yuan."
Chapter completed!