Beishan Fort.

In the morning, the chef in charge of the kitchen was still preparing breakfast. Wu Nian had already washed up and asked the slaves to come in, put on heavy armor for himself, picked up a steel knife, and came to the yard to practice knife skills.

The sword technique is very simple and unpretentious.

Just swing the knife, swing the knife, and then swing the knife.

Wu Nian practiced very seriously and tried his best to each knife. In addition, he weighed dozens of kilograms of armor and quickly became sweating profusely.

He just came back yesterday.

He already knew the terrain of the mountainous 50 miles near Beishan Fort. He remembered the remote small roads and rivers very clearly.

I can't remember the mountain, too much.

He was ready for what he needed to do, and he just waited for the Mongols to officially move south before responding according to the situation.

Before breakfast was finished, Wu Nian stopped exercising. He asked his servant to untie the heavy armor for himself and wipe it with it. He was already sweating profusely. The sweat that came out not only made the armor smell bad, but also the cortex could be damaged by insects, so he had to wipe it clean and maintain it.

Wearing such heavy armor training, Wu Nian's aura was also a little disordered and his face turned red.

But it doesn't matter. Take a few deep breaths and you can breathe evenly.

"Brother, breakfast is ready." Liu Xiang, the little girl, appeared in the corridor, and then took an embroidered handkerchief and wiped Wu Nian's sweat with pain.

Her brother was really busy, as if a beast was chasing him behind his back.

Liu Xiang knew what was going on, but she still felt very distressed.

"Um."

Wu Nian nodded, smiled and pinched Liu Xiang's smooth and fleshy little face, which was getting more and more mellow.

There was a maid walking around, and Liu Xiang's face turned slightly red, but she didn't hide.

Wu Nian quickly finished sweating and came to the restaurant with Liu Xiang for dinner. Except for Chen, the whole family sat together to have a meal.

The breakfast was very rich. Chicken, pork, eggs, and several vegetarian dishes. Others, including Liuxiang, didn't eat much. Most of the food was to be eaten by Wu Nian's stomach.

It's human.

If you consume less physical strength, you will eat less.

Liu Xiang hasn't done rough work for a long time and her appetite is getting smaller and smaller.

After dinner, the plates were packed by the maid. Liu Xiang stood up and took Wu Nian's hand and said, "Brother, let's go and see the cotton."

Wang Ruyan looked with a smile and took Xiaohong away.

Wu also took Zhang Zhen and Li Ya left.

"Okay." Wu Nian nodded.

Liu Xiang showed a cheerful smile on his lips. Then, the two of them took some slaves and left Beishan Fort to see their cotton fields.

Just leave the fort.

The entire Beishan Fort has only more than 10,000 acres of land, and 3,500 acres are Wu Nian's cotton land.

The cotton grows very well and it will be harvested in two or three days.

"Brother, I'm ready for the warehouse. There's so much cotton. If it's really a fight, how should we sell it?"

Liu Xiang was still worried while looking at the cotton.

A flash of light flashed in Wu Nian's eyes, and the Mongols went south, slower than he thought.

Now the military households have already collected their food and their cotton is about to be harvested.

Under normal circumstances, there are merchants who come to buy cotton. They can also get the cotton out and sell it to big cities.

This bulk cargo is very popular.

What are food, clothing, housing and transportation?

It is cold in winter in Liaodong, so there are too many places to use cotton.

After the war, the cotton sales were broken. But it didn't matter, Wu Nian already had a plan. He could produce and sell it himself, mobilize women, and improve the loom.

Turn cotton into cotton.

The war is coming. Not only can cotton not be sold, but cotton cloth cannot be in.

Cotton cloth becomes more popular.

If possible, Beishan Fort can also be built into a cotton production base or something.

Used to gather financial resources.

"Don't worry. There will always be a solution at that time. Put the cotton away first and store it in the warehouse." Wu Nian said to Liu Xiang with a smile.

"Yeah." Liu Xiang nodded, and the worry on her face completely dissipated.

She trusts her brother 100%.

My brother said yes, then that's sure.

At this moment, Wu Nian looked up at the north. A team of people who did not look like merchants were coming to Beishan Fort.

There were carriages for women, large supplies, family soldiers, slaves, maids and other entourages, and several strong men were leading the team on high-headed horses.

Everyone had more or less panic on their faces.

It seems to be a runaway.

Wu Nian felt aroused in his heart and stood still to watch. The slaves beside him were very alert and took the initiative to surround the two masters in the middle.

"Brothers. I am Wu Nian, the general flag. Is something happening?" Wu Nian asked after the other party approached.

The convoy immediately stopped, and several strong men showed surprise. Then one of the strong men in blue clothes turned over and dismounted, clasped their fists at Wu Nian and said, "It turns out that it is Wu Qi from Beishan Fort. I am so lucky to meet him. Below is Li Yun from Jiang County, these are my brothers of the same clan."

"So they are brothers Li." Wu Nian nodded and clasped his fists at the men surnamed Li who had been rolling over and dismounted one after another.

After meeting him, Li Yun went straight in and said, "But I got the news. The 200,000 soldiers of the Mongols and Yuan people went south, and now the northeast of Liaodong has fallen. The troops are heading straight to the south. We plan to go south and take a sea boat to go south."

"The matter is urgent, I won't say much. Mr. Wu, you should prepare for it early."

After saying that, Li Yun bowed to Wu Nian, and then he and a few brothers of the same clan turned over and took his family and slaves to the north and rushed into Beishan Fort and headed south.

Wu Nian was surprised.

"The army of 200,000 went south? The Mongolian Yuan people gathered more than half of the troops in the country."

"Is the northeastern Liaodong fallen so quickly? How is General Wei Changqing like? I hope he can defend the city or break out."

Wu Nian originally planned to keep Li Yun and stay in Beishan Fort for a few days, and took the opportunity to gather them as combat power. But after thinking about it, let it go.

Li Yun has a clan, and he seems to be quite knowledgeable and has plans, so he will not stay in a broken place in Liaodong easily.

"Brother." Liu Xiang showed a look of fear on her face, and she stretched out her small hands to grab Wu Nian's arm, and screamed softly.

"Don't be afraid. The soldiers come and the generals are blocking it, and the water comes and the soil is covered." Wu Nian smiled and held her little hands instead. After thinking for a while, Wu Nian said seriously: "Xiang'er. Go and make a banner for me."

"Flat. Flaming red base, yellow embroidered font. Wang Ruyan's words are very good, let her help you."

"What's the word "thorn?" Liu Xiang was confused and puzzled.

Is it "Wu"?

"Yan Han." Wu Nian slapped his forehead, forgot the two most important words, and said quickly.

"Oh." Liu Xiang said.

After all, she has no idea whether it is her daughter's house. She is not very clear about it. These two words are the weight of this banner.

"Zhang Shuai. You go to the military camp and have someone beat the drums and light the soldiers."

"Li Yuan. Go and tell Zhang Jin and let him come back to Beishan Fort."

"Zhang Song. Go from house to house to find an official."

Wu Nian looked around the slaves around and issued orders continuously.
Chapter completed!