Chapter 51 Entering Linguan Fort

Early the next morning, Zhao Yuan took Yang Zhengshan and others to Dusi Yamen to report. Within half an hour, Yang Zhengshan and others became soldiers of Biaozuoying in Chongshanguan Town.

That's right, it's Zhenbiao Zuoying, not the garrison soldiers in the fort.

After that, Zhao Yuan took Yang Zhengshan to change the deed of the house.

But before Yang Zhengshan could fully experience the fun of being a homeowner, Zhao Yuan took them to Linguan Fort on the third day.

Accompanying him were more than fifty soldiers under Zhao Yuan's command, escorting ten carts of grain.

Linguan Fort is located on the west side of Chongshan Pass. The two hills on the west side of Guancheng are the boundaries of Linguan Fort.

Linguan Fort is located on a hilltop. It is said to be a hilltop, but in fact, it should be more accurate to say it is a mound.

There are yellow-brown fields on the gentle hillside. From a distance, you can see many ragged figures working in the fields.

Yang Zhengshan looked at the cultivating figures as he walked, frowning slightly.

He knelt down on the side of the road and grabbed a handful of loess, and his frown deepened.

Such soil is too barren and not suitable for farming. It is no wonder that Linguan Fort was abandoned.

He looked up at the figures plowing and sighed slightly.

"Dad!" Yang Mingzhi shouted worriedly.

He is also an out-and-out farmer, so he can naturally tell the quality of the fields.

"Yang Baihu, it's getting late, let's leave quickly!" At this time, Zhao Yuan came over and said.

Yang Zhengshan stood up and walked forward slowly, "Zhao Baihu must have an extraordinary background!"

"It's not that I'm of extraordinary origin. Although I was born in Suiyang's house, I'm just a bastard!" Zhao Yuandao said.

It’s no wonder that you, noble sons, are indifferent when you see such a field.

What about the concubine?

He was also a concubine from the Suiyang residence, so how could he be compared to these miserable military households?

Yang Zhengshan nodded calmly and didn't say much.

Talking about farming to a distinguished disciple like Zhao Yuan is equivalent to playing the piano to an ox.

It is estimated that even Zhou Lan does not know the situation here.

They moved a group of refugees here and it was a scam.

Going up the gentle mountain road, they soon arrived at the gate of Linguan Fort.

From the outside, the wall of this Tunbao is a brand new stone wall, about one foot high. The gate faces south, and the three characters "Linguanbao" are written on the edge of the door.

There is a hanging building on the door and controls a suspension bridge. Under the suspension bridge is a trench more than three meters wide, with no water in the trench.

The people in the fort noticed their arrival, and many people huddled in the fort, looking at the group of them in fear.

"Old Li! Old Li!"

Zhao Yuan walked into the door first and shouted loudly.

Then a lame old man came over.

"Master Baihu! You are here!"

Zhao Yuan nodded at him, then took Yang Zhengshan and introduced: "This is Lao Li. He was previously responsible for the reconstruction of Linguan Fort and the recruitment of refugees. If Yang Baihu has any questions, you can ask him."

"Old Li, this is Yang Baihu, the official of Linguan Fort. You must obey his orders from now on!"

"Old man Li Sanshi pays homage to your lord!" Old Li quickly bowed to Yang Zhengshan.

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly, which was considered a response.

"Old Li, take Yang Baihu around first! By the way, there are still these grains, let's see where they are suitable." Zhao Yuan said.

"Food!" Lao Li looked at the carriage behind him, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Master Baihu, please follow me!"

As soon as he entered the fort, Yang Zhengshan smelled an unpleasant sour smell.

Then Yang Zhengshan saw a dirty and dilapidated scene.

The ground is full of messy things, lumps and pools.

Along the wall are dilapidated and shapeless houses.

Yang Zhengshan glanced at it and frowned.

Linguan Fort was rebuilt, but why was only the outer wall rebuilt?

Although the houses inside have been repaired, it can be seen that the repairs were done casually.

It should have been built by the refugees living here themselves.

"Sir, this is your mansion!" Lao Li said, pointing to a decent house.

Yang Zhengshan still didn't speak, just nodded.

Mansion?

Damn it, it's not as good as his farmhouse in Yangjiacun.

"Sir, this is a cattle pen!"

"This is a warehouse!"

"This is the granary!"

Soon, Lao Li led Yang Zhengshan around Linguan Fort.

In fact, the interior of Linguan Fort is very spacious, and there is no problem in housing a hundred families there.

Just because they have been abandoned for too long, the houses have become dilapidated.

"How long have they been here?" Yang Zhengshan looked at the group of ragged military households and asked.

"It's been more than a month. This month they were busy farming, so they didn't have time to clean up the houses in the fort." Lao Li also knew that the environment in the fort was too bad, so he said a little embarrassed.

"Is farming over now?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

"It's almost done, and now every household can spare some help!" Lao Li said.

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly, and walked quickly to the door of the granary regardless of the scrawny military households.

At this time, Yang Mingzhi had already led everyone to move the food in the car into the granary.

Although the house they lived in was dilapidated, the granaries, warehouses, cattle pens and other facilities were still intact and should have been carefully repaired.

In addition, there are swords, guns, bows and arrows, and some cotton armor in the warehouse. There are ten horses and three cattle in the cattle pen.

"Master Zhao, I am busy today, I will not keep you any longer!" Yang Zhengshan ordered to expel the guests.

This place will be his territory in the future, and he still has a lot of things to do next, so he has no time to entertain Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan did not say much, and left directly.

After watching them leave, Yang Zhengshan said to Lao Li: "Call the regular troops of each household!"

"Yes!" Lao Li bowed his head and responded, then limped into the fort.

About two quarters of an hour later, a hundred young men with sallow faces and skinny bodies gathered in the open space in the center of the fort.

These hundred young men were the soldiers under Yang Zhengshan's command.

Looking at this group of refugees, Yang Zhengshan shook his head helplessly.

Training soldiers?

He felt that poverty alleviation was more important than training soldiers.

These people in front of him were people who lost their homes because of the entry of the Hu cavalry. Their homes were burned down by the Hu cavalry, and all their savings were robbed by the Hu cavalry.

With nowhere else to go, they could only come to the Guancheng with their families.

The governor's office and the military commissioner's office in the city discussed it and directly classified them all as military households and distributed them to various garrisons.

The 100 households intercepted by Zhou Lan were all young and strong families and were arranged in Linguan Fort.

It's just that they first fled, and then suffered more than two months of poverty and hunger, and now they have become like this.

"Assign people! You choose them yourself!" Yang Zhengshan said to Yang Chengze and others.

Yang Mingzhi and Yang Mingwu are the general flags, while Yang Chengze, Yang Chengxu, Yang Chengche, Yang Qinwu and others are small flags.

Before, Yang Zhengshan had already assigned Yang Chengze and other ten small flags to Yang Mingzhi and Yang Mingwu. Now it's the turn of Yang Chengze and other small flag officers to choose their subordinates.

In fact, there is nothing to choose. The main thing is to recognize people, let him know who his subordinates are, and let these soldiers know who their flag officers are.

As for training, it can't start for a while.