C1004 mercurial purgatory

The truth was more eloquent than words. When the shining Dragon-striated Silver Coin slammed onto the tables of each family, the female hostesses excitedly grabbed it and started looking it over and over like a pair of cherished eyeballs.

The commoners in the poor mountain trenches would usually trade copper coins for money, and there were even situations where people traded items in the bazaar. I used a pheasant to trade for half a bag of corn seeds, and you used a kitchen knife to trade for two large vats of pickled vegetables.

Furthermore, even local Retention s would often use physical objects to pay taxes to the county. Of course, the value of physical objects would definitely be underestimated, because the tax collected by the yamen would also count as a fire consumption.

To be honest, some people in the Big Mountain Ditch had never seen the entire silver ingot in their entire lives. The little silver horn and the silver dregs could be seen a few times, but he was not qualified to spend money on it.

Women were fated to be born with shiny things. The beauty of the Dragon-striated Silver Coin they created made them suffocate, so these women decided that they definitely wouldn't spend this money to be a family heirloom.

"It's hot when I get on the brick bed. I'll burn the wine and cook the vegetables …" "Boss, why don't you take out the frozen elbow meat from the back room mountain and we'll celebrate New Year earlier today …"

The same scene repeated itself in everyone's houses. Retention and veteran's head had even brought people to climb ploughs through the snow and wind towards the town 30 miles away to purchase large scale items. They pulled two ploughs out of the wine and were tired to the point of breathing in and out of breath as steam rose from their noses.

When the purchased plow returned to the village, the sky was already dark and the snow was still falling non-stop. At this time, snoring could be heard coming from every house, and the exhausted soldiers still had not woken up yet.

It was only when the sky was completely dark that the banquet at the small mountain village officially started. The villagers, brimming with joy, brought out basins of chicken stewed with mushrooms, pickled vegetables stewed with white meat, deer jerky, salmon, and various other mountain treasures … Where the natural environment did not destroy, there was plenty of them. The people here never had a problem eating, and their poverty was more of a matter of policy and economic structure.

Ye Qiu, Zhu Shanchou and Qian Tianyongerlang were on the same team as Zhu Shanchou this time. The three of them stayed at Retention's house, so this dinner was naturally of a much higher standard compared to other families.

veteran's head and Retention, who had become bolder, dared to ask about the details of the three-way groove's battle. Ye Qiu and the others introduced a few things that they could talk about, so these mountain people's blood boiled with excitement.

When the troops split up, Ye Qiu couldn't understand why the Dragon Lord would require every team to bring a few old setae's heads. This thing couldn't be eaten as food, but now he knew it was of use. The men outside believed their eyes but not their ears.

When they died at the entrance of the Little Tuen Mun Village's village, all the doubts disappeared like smoke into thin air. But when the entire loyal army infiltrated the hundreds of villages along the Wusuli River's coast like mercury flowing through the ground, one could imagine just how big of an impact this place was.

Fighting for the hearts of the people was a clever thing. Being both soft and hard was the way of civil and martial arts. Even if you showed your side of the people, you still had to remember your status as a soldier, because the people were naturally willing to follow the strong.

If he didn't personally contact the natives here, Ye Qiu wouldn't have thought that fighting in this land of white mountains and black water required so much attention.

The bold townspeople began to blame the Boxers for their negligence, which was problematic in many ways in this frigid area.

When it was snowing and sealing the mountain, climbing the plow was definitely better than using a war horse. However, a dog pulling the plow was much better than a horse using a mule horse.

The antifreeze ointment that the Ryukyu spent a huge amount of money to buy was just a joke. The antifreeze effect of the fat made by the locals using stupid deer meat was a hundred times better than those expensive products.

Not even a layer of fur was added to the inside of the cotton coat. It could not block the cold and wet air. Wasn't this courting death? Even if he relied on his youth to survive for the time being, he would be crippled when he grew old in the future.

With thousands of years of experience of living in harmony with nature, the natives took out their notebooks one by one and began to jot down notes. When the local citizens saw that these things were useful to the military lord, they immediately felt that they had a lot of face, and sold whatever they had.

If we had a pair of God's perspective, we would be able to look down from the sky at the two sides of the Wusuli River, which are more than 400,000 square kilometers. If we have a pair of God's perspective, we would be able to look down at the two sides of the Wusuli River, which are more than 400,000 square kilometers of land.

Countless of Ye Qiu knew how to distinguish directions in the old forest. They also knew how to hunt a bear blind person, where wolves frequently ran about, and where to find a path to ambush in the dense mountain forest.

This land belongs to the Chinese, and this is not something that can be changed with a mere treaty. The Chinese people have lived here for thousands of years, and their spirit souls have long integrated into this land.

If the invaders thought that the lines drawn on the map would cut off the blood ties between the Chinese and their ancestors, then the Boxers would sober them up with bayonets and bullets in their hands.

It was still too late. The people's blood on the Far East still boiled, their feelings for the Home Country had not faded, and the cruel massacre of the invaders had only just begun. The people's hearts still belonged to China on this land of the Far East.

Just how many hunters had become guides and how many young people had been accepted as recruits that night was already an incalculable number.

However, everyone was very clear that after the endless winter passed, when these brave soldiers once again charged towards the enemy, they were destined to fall into the vast ocean of the people's war.

Xiao Letian's loyal army had created a legend that could not be replicated in that era. The benefits of a refined army policy were undoubtedly evident now, in the entire nineteenth century, there was not a single country that had such a high quality low level military officer group.

Take Ye Qiu for example. With his level of higher education, even if he were in Europe, he would definitely qualify for the position of Battalion Commander. But in the army, he could only lead a platoon of troops.

Ye Qiu was not an isolated case, but a common phenomenon among the volunteer troops. It was also because of the high quality of the low-level army officers that Xiao Letian and Dragon Lord were able to relax their hearts and break the army into pieces, becoming one with the people.

They were not afraid of the mutiny or independence of these soldiers, not to mention the fact that the lower level officers could not understand their strategy. In fact, these soldiers also knew a lot of methods to get close to the common people.

This was already considered an elite group that was under the command of the horse and people. With so many talents, this was the foundation of Xiao Letian's career.