One after another, large fortune ships docked in Tianjin Wei's harbor.
The porters and batons who had been prepared swarmed forward to unload the goods.
The green battalion soldiers in charge of supervision put their hands on the handles of their knives, looking very nervous.
They had long known that there would be a large number of ships transporting food to Tianjin, but they did not expect that there would be so many ships.
Dozens of large fortune ships lined up, occupying the already small crescent-shaped port.
Looking at this posture, Zheng Zhilong is really sincere.
With these dozens of ships of food, the Qing army in North Zhili will be relieved of their urgent needs.
Otherwise, if we run out of food and people starve to death, the army may mutiny at any time, and it will be out of control.
And as the saying goes, if there is one, there will be two, and then there will be three.
Now that Zheng Zhilong has already established a close relationship with Daqing, subsequent cooperation will be much easier.
Of course, Zheng Zhilong did not transport grain to help the Qing court in vain.
He sold grain to the Qing court at a price three times higher than the market price.
Although he did not make a huge profit, he could still make some money.
In fact, Zheng Zhilong wanted to express a friendly signal to the Qing court.
In this way, if the Qing government really takes over the world in the future, Zheng Zhilong will also be able to gain wealth.
Of course, it would be impossible for Zheng Zhilong to betray him directly.
The current situation is unclear.
Either the Qing Dynasty or the Ming Dynasty may win the world.
Zheng Zhilong will not make a clear stance until the last moment.
Sitting on the fence is Zheng Zhilong's way of survival.
Although the Qing court was well aware of this, there was nothing they could do about it.
Who said that the Zheng family had a navy that was invincible in the world?
At this time, the Qing court could only win over Zheng Zhilong.
Even if Zheng Zhilong made many unreasonable demands, he could only hold his nose and accept them.
Everyone in the Qing court attached great importance to this cooperation with Zheng Zhilong, and the regent Dorgon even ordered Bolo to go to Tianjin to personally be responsible for receiving grain.
In order to run his errands well, Bolo was also cautious.
Not only did he bring some strong flag soldiers, but he also gathered all the green battalion soldiers in Tianjin to the port to supervise the porters carrying food.
This is a batch of life-saving food.
There is absolutely no room for loss.
These porters are untouchables at the lowest level, and they will inevitably have some crooked ideas when they see so much food.
The green battalion soldiers are used to monitor them.
If anyone dares to steal food or even make trouble, the Green Camp soldiers will step forward and kill them without hesitation.
The flag soldiers are used to monitor the green camp soldiers.
Although these Green Camp soldiers defected to the Qing court, they were all Han after all and should not be trusted.
Those who are not of my race must have different minds.
This is a saying that the Han people like to say very much.
It makes sense if you think about it carefully.
Although the regent Dorgon reused some Han ministers and generals in the court, he was not really at ease with the Han people.
Before Bolo left Beijing this time, Dorgon called him to his side and told him earnestly that he must be careful of the local Green Camp soldiers to prevent them from gathering in crowds to cause trouble.
Bolo was convinced.
Naturally, true Manchu warriors cannot be compared with the lowly Han people.
Han soldiers are only worthy of being driven as foot soldiers to fill trenches and as cannon fodder.
Of course, some specific chores still have to be done by the green battalion soldiers, and the flag soldiers only need to be responsible for supervision.
If the flag soldiers had to do everything themselves, they would be exhausted.
But the porters said that they were carrying sacks weighing dozens of kilograms and moving unsteadily.
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Most of them are skinny, and years of starvation have made their body proportions somewhat imbalanced.
A porter in his thirties walked a little slower, and a green battalion soldier whipped his whip: "What the hell are you dawdling about, haven't you eaten?"
The porter cried out in pain, turned around with difficulty and said, "Master Jun, I really haven't eaten." "" The green soldier was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "If you can do it, do it.
If you can't, get out.
Don't be embarrassed here."
After that, he was whipped again.
He used so much force that two bloody gashes appeared on the porter's back.
"Master, don't smoke.
I'll walk faster.
I'll walk faster now."
The porter tried his best to speed up his pace, trying to escape from the green battalion soldiers' whip range, but accidentally tripped on a big rock and fell into the mud.
The sacks filled with grain were naturally thrown out, and the sacks were torn, and the white rice poured out and scattered on the ground.
The porters and force sticks nearby stopped and looked here.
Silence, deathly silence.
Most of them don't know what they are carrying.
But you can guess a lot from the texture on the shoulders.
But after actually confirming all this with my own eyes, the impact on my heart is difficult to recover from.
"Rice, it's rice" I don't know who shouted first, and the whole group started to get excited.
They are the lowest class of people, and they earn a living by selling out their energy.
When there is life, there is food to eat; when there is no life, there is nothing but hunger.
But no matter when there was work or when there was no work, they had never seen so much rice.
The most primitive thing in human nature burst out at this moment.
A baton carrying a grain bag took the lead and rushed towards the Green Camp soldiers, followed closely by many batons and porters.
"Brothers fought hard with them and robbed us of the food, so we can eat it ourselves."
The resentment that had been pent up for a long time completely exploded at this moment, and the porters, as docile as sheep's sticks, desperately attacked the green camp's blockade.
"If you rebel, if you rebel, damn if you rebel, kill them all, kill them all."
Bolo couldn't believe his eyes.
Are these the dogs that want to rebel?
The pressure must be pressed hard If this example were taken, the prestige of the Qing court would be gone in the future.
The Green Camp soldiers naturally did not dare to disobey orders.
They drew their swords out of their scabbards one after another, and mercilessly slashed at the sticks and porters rushing towards them.
Yes, these people are all their compatriots, all Han Chinese. but so what If you want to survive in this troubled world, you have to become more cruel and ruthless than others Kill kill kill As the swords slashed down, many of the laborers screamed and fell to the ground.
Blood flowed all over the ground, dyeing the scattered rice bright red.
But more baton bearers rushed past their corpses, swung their sacks and threw them at the Green Camp soldiers with anger.
At this moment, the grain bags in their hands are no longer a life-saving straw for the whole family, but a weapon for them to rise up and resist.
"You stupid Tatars know how to bully their own people.
I will fight with you."
A force baton just raised the sack and quickly threw it towards a green camp soldier in front of him.
The green soldier subconsciously raised his sword to block it, but how could a single sword withstand the force of a sack weighing dozens of kilograms?
The blade in his hand was instantly smashed away, and then the sack hit the green soldier in the face.
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