Chapter 277: Happy to hear the battle! (More than five thousand chapters!) Xue Tian, ​​the guard battalion commander of the Sichuan Army, can be said to be the most senior person in the entire Sichuan Army. Because he is the son of the Cun family, and he is also the earliest person to follow Cun Yunsheng. If he was responsible for logging in, no one would have any objections. Unexpectedly, Cun Yunsheng shook his head and said. "Lao Xue's military command ability is average. Putting him in charge of landing operations may harm him. Letting him be in charge of security work is enough." "What do you mean?" Meng Fan asked with a puzzled look. Although Xue Tian had not commanded a few decent battles, other members of the Sichuan Army had not commanded many battles independently. In other words, everyone is only half as good as the other. What's more, there are not many Japanese troops on the island.

As long as the landing is successful, it should be a matter of time to capture the entire Hainan Island. "I have a fourth uncle named Cun Xingxing who wrote me a letter some time ago." Cun Yunsheng did not answer his question immediately, but talked about another thing. Hearing this, Meng Fan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what it meant. "He followed Du Yuming's expedition to Tianzhu. He had nothing to do recently, so he wrote me a letter home. It was nothing more than a chat about home affairs." Cun Yunsheng's expression was so indifferent that Meng Fanglia didn't even know about his family. What do you mean, sir? "I sent him a telegram and wanted him to come to me. It just so happened that the newly formed Second Regiment needed an officer with outstanding command capabilities. It happened that his military rank was lieutenant colonel, and he was very suitable for this position." "Do you want your fourth uncle to be the commander of the landing operation?" Meng Fanxia immediately understood what the other party meant. All seven sons of the Cun family served in the military, mainly the Yunnan Army. If Cun Yunsheng's fourth uncle was responsible for commanding the landing operations, he wouldn't have any objections. "Yes, the expeditionary force has been busy recently, and the environment there is really harsh. It just so happens that we lack excellent military commanders here." Cun Yunsheng said. "Since you have already made up your mind, why are you still hesitant?" Meng Fanlian asked doubtfully. He clearly felt that Cun Yunsheng was hesitant. Normally, he was not such a hesitant person. "Because based on my understanding of Fourth Uncle, he is definitely not willing to come over. After all, my nephew has a bigger official position than him. He has 10,000 or 20,000 people, and he is only a lieutenant colonel. With his self-esteem, he will definitely not be able to accept it. ." Cun Yunsheng said with a wry smile. Hearing this, Meng Fanlai opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while. Do all the men in the Cun family have backbone? Bloody? Still stupid? "So, you didn't want to go to your uncle's army at that time? That's why you went to the Sichuan Army?" Meng Fangliao asked curiously. "Well, I was thinking that if I went to the Yunnan Army, those people would definitely know my identity, and it would definitely cause some unnecessary trouble. So I thought about running to the Sichuan Army, and no one would know about me. "Identity." These words are really not nonsense, the original person really thinks so. After all, his surname is Cun, and he is from Tengchong. Needless to say, he must belong to the Cun family of Tengchong.

Plus General Cun Xingqi, a big shot in the Yunnan Army. As long as Cun Yunsheng enters the Yunnan Army, he will definitely attract the attention of others. That's why I wanted to join the Sichuan Army. "Your ideas are really different." Meng Fangliao couldn't help but said with a wry smile. Everyone wished that they were from a general family, and they were always cheered and supported when they came in and out. For example, Yu Xiaoqing. The result? He actually went out alone to explore. Are there such people? There really is! Aren’t those pilots? All of them came from rich families, but they still decided to become pilots, fought with the Japanese army in the blue sky, and finally died heroically for their country. "So this is what worries me." Cun Yunsheng said with a wry smile. If his fourth uncle really wanted to take advantage of the Cun family's power, at least he would be a colonel at this time, instead of just a lieutenant colonel. I can only say that Mr. Cun’s education is great. "How about you send a telegram to General Du Yuming and ask him to advise your fourth uncle? After all, there is no war there now. Why don't you come over and help us first? After the war is over, go back?" Meng Fan glanced at Gulu turned around and immediately came up with an idea. Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng's eyes lit up, this was indeed a good idea. "That's right. I will write a letter to General Du Yuming right now. I believe that with his persuasion, it will definitely succeed." Cun Yunsheng nodded, and then immediately took out his pen and started writing the letter. … Letters written by officers and soldiers of the Sichuan Army Corps were sent to the mailing address as quickly as possible. Along with the letters were some ocean and other items. "Dad, Song Ergou from the east end of the village sent a letter back, telling his family to immigrate to the south." In Yushu Village, Idiot ran back panting and said to his father who was smoking a dry cigarette at the door. Hearing this, the idiot's father took two puffs of his cigarette. Then he looked at his silly son in confusion and asked, "Is he the second son of the old Song family?" "He actually asked someone to send a letter back? I thought he died on the battlefield?" "I didn't expect he was still alive. This guy has a long life." Seeing his father talking to himself, Idiot was speechless, and then he repeated it again. "Dad, what I'm saying is that Song Ergou asked his family to go south."

"I know, you don't have to repeat it twice, don't you just want all the family members to go south?" The idiot's father glared at his idiot son angrily. "I just sighed, this kid is really alive. Didn't he write a letter some time ago saying that he was going to fight somewhere in Myanmar? I heard that tens of thousands of people died. I thought he was dead, but I didn't expect that this kid was still alive. Survived." "Dad, what does this have to do with it? Maybe he is lucky. Now that he is said to be prosperous, he asked his family members to go south to divide their fields or something." The idiot thinks that his father is just out of his mind. Yes, this is nothing. "Divide the fields? Which fields should be divided? Don't listen to the wind. Maybe they are bragging." The idiot's father felt that his son had no self-judgment at all, and he would just take whatever others said. "Dad, this time is different. It is said that Song Ergou performed very well. He made great contributions to the Sichuan Army and made some fields." "And this time the messenger brought back fifty yuan." Idiot said. "From what I heard from the Song family, this is only two or three months' military pay. Now he can get more than ten yuan a month, which is much higher than the security team in the county." "Not only that, my family can also share the land for free. As long as they pay 10% of the tax, the grain collected will be theirs." The fool told all the information he had inquired about in one breath. Fifty dollars, even silly dad wasn't too excited. It was the money that people worked hard for, so there was no need to envy or envy. As for the high military salary, I can only say that he met a good commander. But the land was allocated free of charge, and only 10% of the tax was paid, which made his expression change drastically, and he couldn't care about the dry tobacco. Stand up suddenly. This is a policy that no dynasty or generation has. The 10% tax means that if you collect a thousand catties a year, you only need to pay one hundred catties. This is really too low. "Really? Just pay 10% of the tax? The rest is yours," Silly Dad asked, staring at Silly Dan. "Really, it is said that a person can be allocated five acres of land, and it is all good land. It is harvested three times a year. One acre of land can produce four to five hundred kilograms of grain. If it is harvested three times a year, that is more than a thousand kilograms. , This is not comparable to our barren land." Silly Man was panicked by his father's gaze, but he still said bravely. You must know that the yield of good farmland these days is about six to seven hundred catties per mu. After paying the rent, there are still two to three hundred catties left, which is only enough for one person to barely eat and drink. This is just the best farmland, and the barren farmland. An acre of land only has two to three hundred kilograms, and it is impossible to have enough to eat after paying the rent. Therefore, rural areas basically eat two meals a day, and those who work must ensure that the strong laborers eat first. Women and children can only drink water to ensure that they do not starve to death. Want to save some money? That's basically impossible. Now it is amazing to hear that fertile land can produce thousands of kilograms per acre in a year and only pay 10% tax. What's more important is that each person is allocated five acres. If there are more people, they can get more. This is simply a proper small landowner. People in this era are so easily satisfied. They only care about having a full stomach, not how good the food is. "Really?" Silly Dad looked at his son and asked in disbelief. "Of course it's true. Can I still lie to you? But it seems that only Song Ergou's family can enjoy the 10% tax. I heard that if you become a soldier, the soldier himself can also share the land, and then he only needs to pay half of the tax. Taxes." Idiot scratched his head and said again.

Hearing this, Silly Dad instantly lost interest. He knew, how could such a good person only need 10% of the tax? Do you want your son to be a soldier? No! Even if you are killed, you will not become a soldier. "What about people like us?" Silly Dad, who had lost all interest, asked feebly. "It seems that you only need to pay 20% of the tax, and you only need to pay 200 jins for 1,000 jins." Idiot didn't know why his father had changed so much, but he still answered honestly. Hearing this, Silly Dad's breathing quickened a lot. 20% is not much. After paying the taxes, there will be one thousand kilograms of grain a year, enough for a family of three to drink. And one person gets five acres of land. That's five thousand kilograms of grain. After deducting food and drink, there is still money left in hand. Then maybe I can find a wife for my stupid son. Thinking of this silly father, he suddenly became interested, finally made up his mind, and said domineeringly. "Let's go, idiot. We will follow the Song family to the south. We will work for a few years and get you a wife." "Ah..." Idiot was confused. Scenes like this are staged in many places. After all, the treatment given by the Sichuan Army is too generous. They also want their relatives to come with them and live a good life. After all, allotment of land is free and taxes are very low. He was given a house upon arrival and even helped introduce his wife. Isn't this enough? If you are willing to serve as a soldier, you will get more benefits. Such generous conditions are indeed very attractive to many people. Especially people in mountainous and hilly areas. When these people heard about such generous conditions, they couldn't bear it for a long time. After all, many people face taxes with compound interest and rents oppressed by landlords. They are like cows and horses and cannot afford to pay back, no, in other words, they will not be able to pay back for generations to come. Now, the chance to escape this predicament is at hand. They certainly won't give up. A field that yields one or two hundred catties per mu is completely incomparable to a fertile farmland that yields a thousand catties per mu.

As long as you are not a fool, you can definitely make a decision. In the entire Yushu Village, those who finally followed the Song family to Hanoi accounted for 60%. The rest are quite wealthy, or in other words, they can barely get by. There is also a part where it is difficult to leave the homeland. After all, not everyone can be cruel. The people heading south to Hanoi are also worried. Fortunately, the soldiers of the Sichuan Army who were responsible for the reception did not disappoint them. "Wow, Dad, this is our new house. It's all made of wood. It's much better than our original thatched house." Looking at the wooden house in front of him, Idiot looked excited. You know, in their hometown they all built their houses with straw mixed with yellow mud and adobe bricks. A house made of pure wood like this is simply not affordable for poor people like them. In fact, there are still some blue brick houses, but these are all arranged for the families of the Sichuan Army. The treatment of both parties is naturally different. Even though his father was such a fool, he was still happy. After living for most of his life, he finally got rid of the thatched house. This is much more comfortable than living in a thatched house. "Silly man, if you work for two years, dad will replace you with a brick house, the kind of house that the landlord in our village owns. Then you will have more children for me." Silly dad said with a proud look on his face said. He believes that with his diligence, he will definitely make a fortune. "Dad, these are rice seeds and vegetable seeds. Wow, there are also farm tools. Are the beds, tables, etc. all ready?" Fleeing into the new house, Idiot was shocked by everything in front of him and felt dizzy. of. He doesn't care much about these silly dads. He cares about the quality of the land and whether it is really good farmland. Soon, the officer in charge of the immigration work led them to allocate the land. When he saw the large piece of land in front of him, Silly Dad was dumbfounded. I grabbed a handful of land, squeezed it hard, and took a whiff. The fragrant smell was indeed high-quality land. Even the landowners in the village did not have such good land. What's more, these are prime rice fields. "There are four members of your family, one of whom is underage. According to the regulations, you can also enjoy the land allocation. A total of twenty acres of land. According to the agreement, you will receive 20% tax per year. This is your certificate." The officer in charge of immigration work will He handed over a voucher and continued. "Master Jun, how do you collect this 20% tax?" Silly Dad asked cautiously. "We will levy taxes based on the average yield per mu. Don't worry, you will never suffer a loss." After the officer finished speaking, he added. "There will be some silt in the river. When the time comes, the silt can be spread into the farmland and used as fertilizer. You are all old farmers. I believe you should all know this." Hearing this, Silly Dad nodded quickly and patted his chest to show that he had been farming for decades. After the other party left, Silly Dan's father looked at the land in front of him and said to Silly Dan. "Silly man, this field is much more fertile than what we planted before. We must take care of it carefully. According to my estimation, the harvest can be increased by at least 30%."

"Yeah." Idiot nodded desperately. … "In other words, if the river silt is used, the production capacity will increase by at least 30%?" Lin Yi looked at the agriculturist in front of him and asked doubtfully. "Almost 30%. The silt here is very fertile. I'm curious as to why people here didn't know how to use silt for irrigation?" The old farmer's name is Wan Dingguo, an agriculturist. With wars soaring these days, they can only live on some subsidies allocated by the mountain city. But it was just to support himself. After Cun Yunsheng invested in Southwest Associated University, he asked the other party to introduce several agriculturists, with the purpose of improving rice seeds and finding ways to increase production. If you want to increase production these days, you can only rely on chemical fertilizers. But at present, Cun Yunsheng's explosives factory cannot produce enough explosives for his own use. How come there is no spare capacity to produce fertilizer? So I turned my attention to the mud in those rivers. This thing is used to grow food, and the yield that year will be very high. "Thirty percent, so much land means hundreds of thousands of kilograms of grain, or even more. It will be able to feed more people." Lin Yi's face showed a hint of excitement. He didn't expect the silt to have such a big effect. "There is a limit to silt. It is estimated that the nutrients brought by the silt will disappear in three to five years at most. It is best to get chemical fertilizers." Wan Guoding shook his head and said. "Three to five years is enough." Lin Yi didn't think that far ahead. For him, three to five years was completely enough. "I'll leave it to you to improve rice seeds." Lin Yi said respectfully. "No problem. If rice seeds can really be improved, it will really be a blessing to the people of the world." Wan Guoding did not shirk and nodded in agreement. … In a military camp outside Hanoi, newly recruited soldiers are training. They have been training for ten days. After ten days of rigorous training, the team was much better than before, at least it didn't look like a ragtag group of people. Especially with the supply of meat, the tendons of these people began to show up, looking much brighter and brighter than before. The officer in charge of the drill was very satisfied. Although these honest rural children were a little stupid, they were very obedient and did whatever they were asked to do. The simplest thing is, if you don't train well, don't eat. Everyone is training very hard now. Because the food of the Sichuan Army was very good, and basically every meal had meat, which made people like them, who had not seen meat for a long time, salivate when they saw it. So in order to eat meat every day, they train hard and hard. "Gouzi, I heard that the assessment will be conducted in ten days. If you pass it, you will be promoted to military rank and get an extra acre of land?" A strong young man said enviously to the man beside him.

"Yes, so I plan to train more at night. If I can be promoted by then, I will have one more acre of land and can harvest more than a thousand kilograms of grain a year." Gouzi showed an honest smile. He was originally from a small mountain village in the north. He was demobilized after the Great War in the Central Plains, and then moved to Shanghai to work as a coolie on the dock. Relying on his brute strength, he could barely get enough food and clothing. Originally, he thought he would spend his life in such a muddle-headed way. Unexpectedly, he knew that the Sichuan Army was recruiting immigrants. After getting the news, he came as soon as possible with the mentality of giving it a try. After coming to this strange land and thinking for a few days, he decided to continue serving as a soldier. Fortunately, when he was in Shanghai, he took literacy classes for a few days and knew a little bit about the characters. So when he joined the Sichuan Army, he naturally became the leader of the recruit class, also called the deputy squad leader. There is no way, what the Sichuan Army lacks most is literate people. A literate person like him must be promoted first. "Gouzi, if you are promoted to a first-class soldier, wouldn't you have three acres of land?" Other soldiers also asked. "Yes, but I still want to make meritorious service and become an officer. That's ten acres of land." Gouzi scratched his head. He felt that this was too little. The emergence of the military merit system has indeed boosted the morale of the troops. Everyone can't wait to rush to the front line immediately to fight with the enemy. Because they know that only in this way can they be promoted quickly. "Don't worry, it is said that there will be a war soon, and we will definitely make great achievements by then." A well-informed soldier said in a low voice. "Really?" Gouzi asked quickly. "It must be true. There is a veteran in the cooking class. He has a comrade from some kind of guard camp. He secretly told him that we may be the first batch of troops to go to the front line." Hearing this, more soldiers gathered around. Since understanding the military merit system of the Sichuan Army, they are now very eager to go to the battlefield and perform meritorious service. Whether it was the division of land while alive or the generous pension after death, they were happy to hear the war. "Why are we all gathering together? Hurry up and train. If you don't pass the assessment and don't get promoted, don't even think about dividing the fields." The scolding from the officer in the distance made them disperse immediately and start training quickly. Originally I wanted to write a big chapter in one go, but after thinking about it I decided to divide it into two chapters, and there is one more chapter! ​ ​ (End of chapter)