(The story of the Korean Han people is about to end. The protagonist will move to Dengzhou next, so I will simply present this chapter together.)

Jin Buhuan, a 35-year-old man from Liaodong, is a true Han citizen.

In the deepest part of the mountain in the northwest of Guicheng, Jin Buhuan lies on the ground of the shack, and his all-out thoughts are gone.

He was still lying beside him, his wife and children who followed him to North Korea.

He no longer had the strength to explore whether his eldest daughter, who had not heard for a long time, was still alive, nor did he have the strength to say goodbye to his wife who married him at the age of thirteen. Even if he had the strength, he didn't know what to say.

Become a family again in the next life? Forget it, you should marry a wealthy and powerful family in the next life.

Then I thought it wasn't right.

In Liaodong, especially Fushun, which was regarded as the second foundation by Lao Nu, the wealthy family was even worse than the poor family. In the year before Lao Nu's death, Jin Buhuan witnessed the biggest landlord in his village, and the Wang family, who had a juren, was harmed by Jiannu.

All the elderly men and women in the family were killed, and the young and strong men were sent to the armored man as slaves. The poor young son of the Wang family, who was originally considered the smartest scholar in Fushun, was easily won, but he was sent to the newly conquered savage Jurchen, who was a shepherd slave in the armored man as a shepherd slave.

The young woman's fate was even worse. The slightly better-looking ones were snatched away by the Jianzhou Banner, and the fewer were sent to the houses of the armor, and the rest were all taken to the gate of Fushun West City for sale.

The poor family is a little better, but it is not much better. The elderly are still killed, saying that "why are you still alive if you don't have much food?" The whole family, who is suspected of hiding Mao Wenlong's wounded soldiers, was killed, and even the entire village was killed. However, at least the family who survived by chance must be fully detained.

Originally, there was an old father and the youngest son. When they crossed Changbai Mountain, their youngest son was taken away by a tiger. When they arrived by the Yalu River, their old father was frozen to death by the sudden cold weather.

Fortunately, I met soldiers on patrolling Dongjiang Town and took their family to North Korea.

Fortunately, the first year was that the crops planted on the mountain were barely enough for a family to eat for a year. However, even when we arrived in North Korea, we were not up to our own decisions. The master of Dongjiang Town took half of them without hesitation.

Half is half, it’s better than not giving Jiannu a way out. There are wild vegetables, fungus, and wild mushrooms on the mountain. If you are lucky, you can even beat wild boars.

The first year passed like this, and a series of bad news appeared in this mountainous area since the second year.

First, Jiannu attacked North Korea in large numbers. Although Jiannu was not interested in the "hardship" on the mountain, the arrival of the scattered soldiers still caused the mountain village to suffer. It was fine in the deep mountains. I heard that the farmers near the Turtle City were either killed or kidnapped.

Fortunately, a leader came, the general of the former Dongjiang Town. Under his leadership, some young and strong organizations organized themselves and used wooden sticks to carry out some exercises in their spare time. Fortunately, these exercises occurred in the first year of drought, and the Koreans were blocked outside the front village when they were preparing to go into the mountains to rob.

The next time is good and bad, and the family barely survives.

However, this year it was a severe drought, and with the rare heavy snow, people in the mountains were in a desperate situation where they could not be called "the ground is not effective every day".

The seeds planted had just emerged from new buds and all died of drought. The wild beasts, wild mushrooms, fungus and other objects on the mountain were almost gone after the crazy capture of the Han people in recent years.

All the food that Jin Buhuan had finally prepared was cut off five days ago. Since they had to go downstairs to carry water, they finally lost the strength to carry water downstairs.

"If I had known this, I would have followed them to the south early in the morning."

Jin Buhuan's remaining consciousness suddenly became active, and the first thought came out.

But perhaps because of a comeback, Jin Budian immediately felt dizzy and then he didn't know the human affairs.

...

When he woke up, he found someone was feeding him something.

He sniffed his nose, it was the fragrance of rice porridge, which he hadn't smelled in five or six years.

The one who supported him was a young man with a good appearance. He looked like a man from the Han family. He was wearing the official uniform of a Ming general. It turned out to be a high-ranking official!

Jin Buhuan was frightened and struggled to get up and kowtow.

The man held him down and showed a smile. In his remaining consciousness, Jin Buhuan, who had experienced the wind and frost, suddenly felt that there was almost no evil thought in this smile, and it was so pure and so warm.

"Luckily, we came early. This is the last and deepest copycat. I originally wanted to feed you some black-faced cakes, but I didn't expect you to lose your energy to eat. So, I have to make porridge for you to eat."

After drinking a large bowl of rice porridge, Jin Buhuan, who was originally covered in darkness, suddenly shone with brilliance.

Looking around, my wife and children are alive one by one!

...

It took Jin Buhuan three days to walk out of the mountains and when he arrived at the bank of the Daning River in Turtle City, he saw a large area of ​​ships waiting there.

The shore was already densely covered with houses like him.

While waiting for the boat, each family had a black-faced cake every day. They got on the big boat. Since Jin Buhuan signed up to participate in the paddleboard, there were two more cakes every day.

When the fleet sailed into the sea, a violent storm made the people on the ship frightened, but Jin Buhuan didn't care.

"I was a person who was about to die, what's this twists and turns?"

The ships were all large ships of North Koreans, and each ship could only carry more than 300 people. Jin Buhuan saw that except for himself, the main sailors and paddlers were all North Koreans, but they all nodded and bowed to some Han soldiers wearing Mongolian hats.

Three hundred large ships moved away almost all the more than 20,000 families under General Qu Chengen's command.

"Nuergandusi"

As a descendant of the hereditary military household in Liaodong, Jin Buhuan vaguely remembered that the older generation said that it seemed to be the territory in the East China Sea before the Ming Dynasty, but he quickly gave up.

According to the young official, the Ming Dynasty is back. Is it true?

"Oh, no matter what, it's not worse than being in North Korea."

But Jin Buhuan didn't care. He could move nearly 90,000 people under General Qu's command at one time, and each person still had food to eat every day. This ability was not something that the Ming Dynasty could do in the past, and even the Jiannu could not do, let alone the Koreans.

When Jin Buhuan was rowing, he looked at the sea outside through the gaps in the paddle position. There were several large ships guarding in the distance. I heard that it was the ship of the commander-in-chief. There were artillery on the ship. These ships defeated the Korean navy and captured the large ships transporting the people.

Five days after the ship sailed, a burst of cheers suddenly broke out on the ship. Jin Buhuan felt a little strange, but at this time he was rowing the long oars with all his concentration and did not dare to inquire at will.

Finally, he learned from the other people why the cheers were cheering.

It is said that the Dusi ships on the offshore "captured" an ocean current heading south from the west coast of North Korea. From now on, the paddlers can rest temporarily.

"Capture? Currents?"

Jin Buhuan was unclear, but he was a little disappointed.

Without my own paddling, there were two black-faced cakes missing at home every day. When I thought of the two children who were less than ten years old and were growing up in their bodies, Jin Buhuan's heart suddenly tightened.

"What's wrong with me? Why did I die not long ago? Now I'm worried about eating more every day?"

A few days later, the fleet turned north, and at this time, there was no need to exchange gold for them. The strong southeast wind was blowing.

But when we dock, we still need paddlers to replenish water, but that is also the job of the North Koreans.

In this way, Jin Buhuan's family finally arrived in Vladivostok in nearly a month, supported by four black-faced pancakes every day.

After arriving in Vladivostok, I only rested for three days and headed north again. Farmers were ordered to stop along the way.

Jin Buhuan saw that there were already a large number of shacks on the flat ground of the big river and the lake. The farmers who were ordered to stop were taken into the shacks.

Because of the soldiers accompanying the team, Jin Buhuan and the others dared not break into a shack to see what was inside, but the cheers that burst out from time to time still made them feel inexplicably longing.

Soon, when the weather was already faintly cool, the soldiers took them to a flat ground. Jin Buhuan took a closer look and saw that the flat ground was like a turtle city, surrounded by mountains on all sides, but there were two rivers winding through the middle of the flat ground.

The flat ground is very large, and you can't see it at first sight.

However, the following words of the accompanying soldiers made his heart jump around.

"The mountain to the west is Changbai Mountain, and about 300 miles is Jiannu's Ninggu Tower."

"Haha", seeing that Jin Buhuan and others showed worries, the soldier couldn't help but smile and said, "What are you afraid of? The only mountain pass that came down from the mountain is Suifenhe. Our army has already built a Muzhai there, and there are a large number of elite troops stationed there. Even if Jiannu fights over, he must pass the Suifenhe City first. You have plenty of time to take shelter."

With an uneasy heart, Jin Buhuan was taken to his shack.

It was a shack made of more than a dozen pine woods. Some people called it Xilangzhu, also called it Cuoluozi.

Pushing open the small door of the shack, the soldier introduced Jin Buhuan what was inside.

"This is a bed with two deer skins, four sheepskin winter clothes, one large and three small, for your family of four. This is your annual grain. Each person is half a pound per day, a total of 800 pounds, 700 pounds of black noodles, and 100 pounds of other miscellaneous grains."

"This is two kilograms of salt, so you have to save some money."

“…”

"This is the seeds to be cultivated next year, mainly rye, and there are also some rice. Well, there are cattle and horses used for farming in the wooden house in the distance. Every five households have one cow and one horse, and they take turns to feed them."

"You have nearly 30,000 households in total, and 30,000 households have almost emptied all the money that General Ningbei has accumulated over the years. This is not only because the herdsmen have to sew leather jackets for you and have also cut taxes for the coming year. It can be said that for you, General Ningbei will face a great crisis at once. If there are natural disasters and man-made disasters at this time, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Speaking of this, the soldier's voice revealed some vague resentment.

"Next year you will hand over 30% of the harvest to Dusi. This will be the case for three consecutive years. By the fourth year, it will drop to 20% and will be a permanent prescribed rule. Dusi will also buy the remaining food that cannot be eaten up."

"Do it well, in winter, you will work together to build a Tuweizi. According to the plan of General Ningbei, every two hundred households is a huweizi. Oh, it is your previous village. There are a total of 2,000 households here, all of which are military families. Considering that they are close to the border, in addition to building a Tuweizi, they also need to practice frequently in winter."

"When the time is ripe, we need to build a city."

The soldier was also from the Han Dynasty in Liaodong. He talked a lot about it, but Jin Buhuan threw himself on the food for a long time without saying a word.

When the soldier left, he walked out of the shack and knelt down to the west.

For a moment, more Liaodong residents were kneeling and crying loudly like Jin Buhuan.

The scene of Nikan talking to him when he left the mountain suddenly appeared in front of Jin Buhuan's eyes.

"Kim Buhuan? This name is good. How did your parents think of this name at that time?"

"Sir, it's nothing. The farmers in Liaodong are not afraid of anything else, just afraid of lack of food. Don't talk about silver when there is shortage of food, even if the gold is in front of you, you won't blink, so..."
Chapter completed!