Chapter 51 Entering Linguan Fort
The next morning, Zhao Yuan took Yang Zhengshan and others to report to the Dusi Yamen. In just half an hour, Yang Zhengshan and others became soldiers of the left camp of Chongshan Pass garrison.

That’s right, it was the Zhenbiao Zuoying, not the garrison soldiers in the garrison.

Afterwards, Zhao Yuan took Yang Zhengshan to change the title deed of the house.

But before Yang Zhengshan could fully experience the joy of owning a house, Zhao Yuan took them to Linguan Fort on the third day.

Also traveling with them were more than fifty soldiers under Zhao Yuan's command, who were escorting ten carts of food.

Linguan Fort is located on the west side of Chongshan Pass. The territory of Linguan Fort is located by passing the two hills on the west side of the pass.

Linguan Fort is located on a small hill. It is more accurate to say that it is on a mound of earth.

The gentle hillsides are covered with yellow-brown fields. From afar, you can see many ragged figures working in the fields.

Yang Zhengshan walked and looked at the figures working in the fields, his brows slightly furrowed.

He squatted down on the side of the road and grabbed a handful of soil, his brows furrowed even deeper.

Such soil is too poor and not suitable for farming at all. No wonder Linguan Fort was abandoned.

He looked up at the figures working in the fields and sighed slightly.

"Dad!" Yang Mingzhi shouted worriedly.

He is also a genuine farmer's son, so he can naturally tell the quality of the fields.

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

Yang Zhengshan stood up and walked forward slowly, "Captain Zhao must be from an extraordinary family!"

"I can't say that I have an extraordinary background. Although I was born in the Suiyang Marquis's Mansion, I am just a bastard's son!" Zhao Yuan said.

It is no wonder that the sons of noble families are indifferent when seeing such fields.

So what if he's a bastard?
He was also a bastard of the Sui Yang Marquis's Mansion. How could he be compared to these poor military households?
Yang Zhengshan nodded calmly without saying anything more.

Talking about farming to a nobleman like Zhao Yuan is like playing the lute to a cow.

I guess even Zhou Lan isn't clear about the situation here.

They moved a bunch of refugees here, which is simply a rip-off.

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

From the outside, the wall of this garrison is a brand new stone wall, about ten feet high, with the gate facing south and three large characters "Linguanbao" written on the side of the gate.

There is a hanging tower on the gate, which controls a suspension bridge. Under the suspension bridge is a trench more than three meters wide, and there is no water in the trench.

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

"Old Li! Old Li!"

Zhao Yuan walked into the gate first and shouted loudly.

Then a lame old man came over.

"Master Centurion! You are here!"

Zhao Yuan nodded at him, then took Yang Zhengshan and introduced him, "This is Lao Li. He was in charge of the reconstruction of Linguan Fort and the recruitment of refugees. Captain Yang can ask him if you have any questions."

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

"Old man Li Sanshi greets you, sir!" Old Li quickly bowed to Yang Zhengshan.

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly as a response.

"Old Li, take Captain Yang around first! By the way, there are these grains. See where to put them." Zhao Yuan said.

"Food!" Old Li looked at the carriage behind him, his eyes suddenly brightened, "Captain, please follow me!"

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

Then Yang Zhengshan saw a dirty and dilapidated scene.

The ground was full of messy things, in lumps and puddles.

Along the wall are rows of dilapidated and shapeless houses.

Yang Zhengshan took a quick glance and frowned.

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

Although the houses inside have been renovated, it can be seen that the renovation was very casual. It should be built by the refugees living here themselves.

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

Yang Zhengshan still didn't say anything, just nodded.

Mansion?

Damn, it’s not as good as the farmyard he lives in in Yangjia Village.

"Sir, this is a cowshed!"

“This is a warehouse!”

“This is the granary!”

Soon, Lao Li took Yang Zhengshan on a tour of Linguan Fort.

In fact, the interior of Linguan Fort is still very spacious, and it is no problem for a hundred families to live there.

It's just that because they have been abandoned for too long, the houses have become dilapidated.

"How long have they been here?" Yang Zhengshan asked, looking at the group of ragged soldiers.

"It's been more than a month. They have been busy farming this month, so they haven't had time to clean up the houses in the fort." Old Li also knew that the environment in the fort was too bad, and said embarrassedly.

"Is the farming finished now?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

"It's almost done. Now every household can spare some manpower!" said Lao Li.

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly, and without paying any attention to those skinny soldiers, he quickly walked to the door of the granary.

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

Although the residential houses are dilapidated, the granaries, warehouses, cattle pens and other facilities are still intact and should have been carefully repaired.

In addition, there were several swords, guns, bows and arrows, and cotton armor in the warehouse, and there were ten horses and three oxen in the cowshed.

"Sir Zhao, I am busy today, so I won't keep you any longer!" Yang Zhengshan ordered him to leave.

This will be his territory from now on. He has a lot of things to do and has no time to entertain Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan didn't say much and just said goodbye and left.

After Yang Zhengshan saw them off, he said to Lao Li, "Call the troops from all households!"

"Yes!" Old Li responded with his head down, then limped into the castle.

About a quarter of an hour later, a hundred young men with sallow complexions and skinny bodies gathered in the open space in the center of the garrison.

These one hundred young men are the soldiers under Yang Zhengshan’s command.

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

Training?

He feels that poverty alleviation is more important than military training.

These people in front of us are people who lost their homes because of the invasion of the Hu cavalry. Their homes were burned down by the Hu cavalry, and all their savings were stolen.

With no other options, they had to bring their families to Guancheng.

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

The one hundred households that Zhou Lan intercepted all had young and strong people and were arranged in Linguan Fort.

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

"Assign people! You can choose for yourselves!" Yang Zhengshan turned his head and said to Yang Chengze and others.

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

Before this, Yang Zhengshan had assigned ten small flags including Yang Chengze to Yang Mingzhi and Yang Mingwu. Now it was the turn of Yang Chengze and other small flag officers to select their subordinates.

In fact, there is nothing to choose from. 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 cannot start for a while.

(End of this chapter)