The days passed bit by bit, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.
In this month, Zhu Bomu built all the buildings that could be built.
Even the road leading to the official road at the foot of the mountain was made into a five-meter-wide dirt road, which was convenient for many people living in the nearby mountains.
These people had received the favor of the road, so they would more or less send people to visit Zhu Bomu and deliberately inquire about Zhu Bomu's tone and ask where he came from.
However, Zhu Bomu just hummed and said that he had come south from Bashu because there were too many tigers in Bashu and Xiangnan. He lived in unrest and often had a village eaten up by tigers, so he went south to southern Yunnan.
Zhu Bomu's words were true. After the famine at the end of the Ming Dynasty, as well as Zhang Xianzhong and the Qing army's wanton destruction.
Even after more than 20 years of recuperation after the San Fan Rebellion, the entire population of Ba Shu was only 400,000 to 500,000.
This was still considered good. Before the migration, for example, in the 24th year of Kangxi, the population of the entire Ba Shu was only 97,000.
Just think about it. There were less than 100,000 people in the vast land of Ba and Shu. It would be strange if animals like tigers were not rampant.
The tiger plague in Ba Shu and Huguang was still used as a story in later generations. It could be seen how tragic the real situation was.
Therefore, when the young people heard Zhu Bomu's description of the tiger plague, they were all frightened. They could not believe what kind of scene it was to have hundreds of tigers besieging the county.
However, when he told these stories, Zhu Bomu could also see the hatred from these people when they heard the word Qing army.
They couldn't be blamed for this. They had thought that they would have a better life after leaving the Ming Dynasty. Who would have thought that an even more ruthless character would come?
If the officials of the Ming Dynasty were at most greedy for money, then the officials of the Qing Dynasty were not only greedy for money, but also trampled on your dignity. This was something that the people could not tolerate.
Therefore, in the history of the Qing Dynasty, it could be said that the word rebellion ran through the entire text, and the people could be said to have rebelled once every three years. It was just that the scale was sometimes large and sometimes small.
Shaomin's visit could be said to have given Zhu Bomu a shot in the arm. In general, the unpopular memory of the Qing Dynasty had not subsided, and he still had some expectations for the Qing Dynasty.
However, compared to restoring the Qing Dynasty, Zhu Bomu had to deal with the sudden situation under his feet first.
"I'm Yang Mubo, the leader of the Black Miao in the river. Call your village leader out to answer!”
Under the three-meter-high wooden wall, a black-headed man riding a Dianxi pony shouted at two farmers on the city wall.
Behind him were ten men from the Black Miao clan who were holding miaodao. They were not tall, only about 1.6 meters tall, but their limbs were quite strong. It was obvious that they were good helpers.
Facing Yang Mubo's loud voice, Mu Yong, who was standing on the wooden wall, frowned and turned to look at Zhu Bomu, who was still in deep thought.
"My lord, Jiang is not a very strong force. We don't have to pay attention to them.”
Mu Yong's words were not without reason. Even though Kaihua Prefecture was a prefecture, its population was only a mere 40 to 50 thousand.
It was divided into seven districts, Yongping District, Lenong District, Annam District, Wangnong District, Jiangna District, Fengchun District, and Dongan District. There was also Peace Hall, the administrative office of Kaihua Prefecture.
Jiang Nai was the weakest of the seven Li of the hall. It had a population of only two thousand people, and the army only had a hundred people. Including the farmers, there were a total of three hundred people, so there was no need to worry about Yang Mubo.
However, this was only Mu Yong's opinion and did not represent Zhu Bomu's opinion.
From Zhu Bomu's point of view, since Yang Mubo dared to bring only ten people to see him, he was most likely not an enemy, but had something to talk to him about.
"I'll exchange for three teams later. You and Li Dao go to the barracks and bring them over to suppress Yang Mubo's momentum."”
"Understood!" Hearing that Zhu Bomu was willing to exchange for an army, Mu Yong, who had been suffering from no war, was overjoyed. He immediately went down the wooden wall and went to look for Li Dao, who was supervising the farmers.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhu Bomu also looked at his own resources and the resources needed to exchange for soldiers.
[Faction Resources: 811 taels of gold, 1571 stones of grain, 107 stones of wood, 152 stones of stone]
Gold and grain increased very quickly. Gold was mainly exchanged for the skins of animals that were hunted. Although the fields had not yet produced grain, animals and wild fruits could be exchanged for grain.
Since there was no need for stones, they had been accumulating them. However, there was not much. Wood was a major source of basic construction, and they were basically unable to make ends meet.
After looking at the resources, Zhu Bomu looked at the exchange list of the infantry barracks, archer workshop, and cavalry stables.
[Infantry Barracks: Redeemable for 10 Southwest Spearmen. Resources required: 10 Gold Coins]
[Archer Workshop: Redeemable for 10 Southwestern Hunters. Resources required: 20 Gold Coins]
[Cavalry Stables: Redeemable for 10 Southwestern scouts. Resources required: 50 Gold Coins. Food: 10 Stones.]
" Hiss..." Zhu Bomu, who had finished reading the contents of the exchange, couldn't help but feel a toothache. He didn't expect soldiers to be so expensive, especially when it cost 50 gold and 10 stones of food to scout a horse. This was simply robbing money.
One had to know that 10 dans of food was enough to feed 100 people for ten days, but they could only exchange for one person here. If this wasn't robbery, what was it?
It was a pity that he still had to exchange for it in the end. Otherwise, he couldn't have used 300 people who were still cutting trees to make up for it.
The corner of Zhu Bomu's eyes twitched when he thought of the 300 farmers with axes standing behind him. People who didn't know better would think that he was the leader of the Axe Gang...
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