Facts are better than words. When the silver silver coins with silver patterns were slapped on the kang tables in various houses, the hostess grabbed them excitedly and looked over and over again like Aiqing's eyes.

Silver is such a good thing. People in poor mountain valleys usually trade copper coins, and even barter is still there. I use a pheasant to exchange for half a bag of corn stalks, and you use a kitchen knife to exchange for two big sauerkraut jars. This is very common.

Moreover, when the local security chief and the village chief pay taxes to the county, they often use physical goods to pay silver. Of course, the value of physical goods must be underestimated, because the yamen's tax collection also has to be considered a waste of money, and there are also handling fees to help you discount silver.

To be honest, some people in the big mountain valley have never seen what the entire silver ingot looks like in their lifetime. They have seen the small silver trunks and silver slags several times, but they are not qualified to spend the money directly.

Women are born with shiny things, and the beautiful dragon-patterned silver coins made by stamping are simply suffocating them, so these women are determined not to spend this money, they must be kept as a family heirloom.

"Mr. Jun is hot when he goes to the kang, I boil wine and cook... You can lift the frozen elbow meat in Houfangshan. Today we will celebrate the New Year in advance..."

The same scene was repeated at everyone's homes. The chief of security and veterans even led people to drive the sledge thirty miles away to buy a large-scale purchase, especially the drinks were pulled by two large sledges, and the mule was so tired that they whimpered and smoked from their mouths and noses.

When the purchasing sledge returned to the village, it was already dark and the heavy snow still did not stop. At this time, there was a snoring sound on the kang of every household, and the tired soldiers had not yet woken up.

It was not until the sky was completely dark that the dinner in the small mountain village officially began. The happy villagers brought out pots of chickens stewed with mushrooms, sauerkraut stewed with white meat, venison jerky, salmon and other various mountain delicacies... The natural environment has not been damaged and the resources are abundant. It is never a problem for the people here to eat. Their poverty is actually more about policies and economic structure.

Ye Qiu teamed up with Zhu Shanchou and Maeda Yujiro. The three of them lived at the guard's house. The dinner was naturally much higher than that of other families. Liu Guanchang even took out a pair of black bear paws he had collected for everyone to try.

After drinking three bowls of wine, the distance between people was naturally narrowed. The courageous veteran head and the security chief dared to ask the details of the Battle of Sandaogou. Ye Qiu and his friends picked some words to introduce them, which made these people in the mountains feel excited.

When the large army was split, Ye Qiu couldn't understand why Long Ye asked each team to take a few Russian heads, and this thing could not be used as a food. Now he knew the use. The men outside the pass believed in their eyes rather than ears. It would be better for them to take a look if you said it ten thousand times.

The head of the volunteers is the most effective way for the volunteers to show their military power to the people. When they were hung at the entrance of Xiaotumen Village, all the doubts disappeared, and the entire volunteers penetrated into hundreds of villages along the Ussuri River like mercury. You can imagine how big the impact will be.

Fighting for the hearts of the people is a clever job, and using both soft and hard is the way of civil and military. Don’t forget the identity of the army when you show your kindness to the people, because people’s hearts are naturally willing to follow the strong.

Without personally contacting the indigenous people here, Ye Qiu could not have thought that there were so many things to pay attention to in combat in this white mountain and black water.

The bold villagers began to accuse the Volunteers of all kinds of omissions, and many of their practices were problematic in this cold area.

When the mountain is closed with heavy snow, sledding is definitely better than war horses, and dogs pulling sledding is far better than mules and horses. The war horses used by the Volunteers now are actually a burden.

The antifreeze ointment purchased by Ryukyu at a high price is a joke. The oil made from silly roe deer meat is a hundred times better than those high-priced goods.

There is no layer of fur in the cotton coat, which cannot stop the dampness and cold air. Isn’t this asking for death? Even if you can survive by relying on youth for the time being, you will be disabled when you get old in the future.

The indigenous people who have lived here for thousands of years have rich experience in living in harmony with nature. These young men from the south took out their notebooks and started shorthand. When the local people saw that these things were useful to the military, they immediately felt that they were very proud of themselves, and the goods at the bottom of the box were sold out in full.

If we have a pair of God's perspective, we can overlook the land of more than 400,000 square kilometers from the sky on both sides of the Ussuri River. In the snow on the cold night, the earth is full of lights of the village houses. Countless villages are feasting their distant relatives. The fusion of the volunteers and the locals is perfect between this bowl of soju and piece of white meat.

Countless Ye Qiu knew how to distinguish the direction in the old forest, and how to hunt when encountering blind bears, where wolves often appear, and where can there be paths in the mountains and dense forests to attack.

This land belongs to the Chinese, and it cannot be changed by a treaty. For thousands of years, the Chinese nation has lived here, and their souls have long been integrated into this land.

If the invaders believe that the lines drawn on the map can separate the bloodlines between the Chinese and their ancestors, the Volunteers will use bayonets and bullets in their hands to wake them up.

It is still time to do everything, the blood in the hearts of the remains of the Far East is still boiling, their feelings for their motherland have not faded, and the cruel massacre of the invaders has just begun, and the people's hearts in this land of the Far East still belong to China.

There are countless numbers of old hunters that night when the Volunteers absorbed as guides and how many young people they accepted as new recruits.

But everyone knew very well that when the long winter passed, and when these brave soldiers fought against the enemy again, they were destined to fall into the vast ocean of people's war.

Xiao Letian's volunteer army created a myth that could not be replicated in that era. The benefits of elite military policies are undoubtedly highlighted at this moment. In the mid-19th century, no country in the world could have such a high-quality lower-level officer group.

Take Ye Qiu as an example. With his higher education level, he can definitely be competent for the position of battalion commander even in Europe, but in the Volunteer Army, he can only lead a platoon of troops.

Ye Qiu is not an isolated case, but a common phenomenon in the Volunteer Army. It is precisely because of such a high-quality low-level officer group that Xiao Letian and Long Ye were relieved and boldly broken the army into pieces and integrated into the people.

They are not afraid of mutiny or independence of these troops, nor are they worried that low-level officers will not be able to understand their strategic intentions, and even these soldiers know a lot of people-friendly means.
Chapter completed!