When the disaster comes, each of them flew away, and it is not an exaggeration to describe the remnants of Jianlu.

When retreating into the extreme north, I thought it was pretty good, and I was training in a bitter and cold environment to regain the courage of the Jurchens.

Of course, under the circumstances at that time, this was the best choice. Otherwise, it would have been wiped out by the Ming army a few years ago.

But Daishan, Dorgon and others never expected that the intensification of the Little Ice Age disaster would completely shatter their dreams.

The increasingly colder weather and the significantly shortened planting period make the original lifestyle of combining farming, fishing and hunting almost impossible.

Traditional crops may have no harvest, but poor harvests are good, and most of the seeds cannot be harvested. In a few years, the food they carry has been consumed.

It’s okay to rely on fishing and hunting, raising a few people is OK, such as Oroqen, Hezhe tribe, etc. But the remnants of Jianlu are hundreds of thousands, and survival is already extremely difficult. What should I talk about sleeping on firewood and tasting gall and resurrecting it?

From concentration to dispersion, to gradually dispersing to wider areas, this is an inevitable survival model. It is also the same method adopted by nations that cannot farm.

Planting ten acres of land can support the family; fishing and hunting in a large area, but barely enough to have enough food and clothing for the family, depending on whether the luck is good or bad.

It is impossible to live in urban areas, the population is too concentrated to support it; the scattered small tribe model has become a choice that has to be taken.

In other words, the remnants of Jianlu had been scattered into the former Heilongjiang Province and the vast areas in the northern part of Heilongjiang within a few years.

Faced with the step-by-step advancement of the Ming army, even if they wanted to concentrate on resisting the battle, it was difficult to do so. Dorgon, who inherited the position of Khan, could only summon three to five thousand people.

The spring sunshine is warm and cold, but it still brings some vitality to the struggling remnants of Jianlu.

Heavy snow covers the mountains and has difficulty in food and clothing. The arrival of spring means that they have survived another winter and have greater hope of survival.

Fan Wencheng walked out of the cellar with a wooden stick and wrapped in animal skin. The sun shone on his body, and he narrowed his eyes and looked up at the clear sky.

It was another difficult winter, and finally spring was seen. Fan Wencheng scratched his hair, which was like a grass nest, turned his head and shouted at the cellar: "Old Ma, come out to bask in the sun!"

Time was not long, and Ma Guozhu, who was like a beggar, walked out. He looked around and sat down on the wooden pier beside the wall, basking in the sun lazily, and opening his collar to catch the seeds.

The two traitors were both ill and sympathized with each other. Jianlu himself didn't care about their clan's people, so he didn't care about their lives or death. In this harsh living environment, their knowledge was useless.

If they could grow food or hunt more prey, they might even look up to them. They were like beggars' attachment, which made Jianlu very upset.

After Daishan's death, the traitors' lives were even harder. They had to scatter around and make a living.

Fan Wen was in good health and was able to go hunting together with others in the mountains and fishing in the river. However, during a fight for prey, his legs were broken and he could only live a life of miserable life.

My wife has long been away, and I don’t know who she has followed. As long as she has stutters, she doesn’t care whether she is ugly or handsome or not.

Ma Guozhu was also doing a very bad job, but fortunately, he could only show people a headache and fever, and live half-hungry.

These two traitors got together and were always a companion. Those who were strong didn't want them, so they could only take care of each other and stayed up all day long.

"Old Fan, don't look at it." Ma Guozhu saw that Fan Wencheng was lame and was about to walk into the forest, and said impatiently: "What can I hit if I just put on a condom and don't have bait?"

Fan Wencheng stopped, shook his head, walked back with a wry smile, and sat down next to Ma Guozhu.

"When the sun rises, go dig some wild vegetables to deal with it!" Ma Guozhu said, squeezing the seeds to death with his fingernails, sighed, and said, "I heard that the army has crossed the Songhua River?"

Fan Wencheng nodded and said, "That was last year. The Ming army did not go deeper after crossing the Songhua River, so they built several strongholds."

Ma Guozhu frowned and said, "Where did you get the money, food and materials that can support the army to advance northward? How did Nuergandusi give up? Isn't it more difficult now than then?"

What is more difficult is the environment, the climate is colder and the planting is more difficult. If you cannot feed locally, you can only transport and supply it from the back.

What's more, the Ming army was not a small army, and even Jianlu did not dare to touch them easily, so they could only conduct reconnaissance from a distance.

"The Emperor of Ming Dynasty was determined to plow the courtyard and sweep the caves, leaving no remains." Fan Wencheng wanted to stroke his beard, but his face was full of people, like a savage.

After pausing, Fan Wencheng continued: "This emperor is amazing. He has eliminated the accumulated problems in a few years and created a strong army. Moreover, he can see through the weaknesses of the Jin Kingdom at a glance. He just blocked and cut off supplies, which forced the Jin Kingdom to launch, but it suffered greater losses every time."

Ma Guozhu lowered his eyes and said weakly: "After all, the Ming Dynasty has a strong foundation, which is not comparable to that of Dajin."

Fan Wencheng remained silent. Even though the Ming Empire was a behemoth, it had internal corruption and accumulated corruption, and it was far from the newly-risen Later Jin Dynasty.

But he still misunderstood. In a short period of time, the Emperor of Ming Dynasty used an iron fist to sanction the court and raised the needs of the war, suppressing the development of the Later Jin Dynasty.

One has changed and the other has risen. When the war enters a state of consummation, the defeat of the Later Jin Dynasty is basically confirmed.

Fan Wencheng thought about it when he had nothing to do, and found that even if he could understand everything in advance, it would be difficult to find a solution.

This is a dignified and open plot, just like two arm wrestling, relying on strength and no means of tricks. Whoever has the strength wins, which is the fairest and the most unsolvable.

"Old Fan, how long can Dorgon and the others last?" Ma Guozhu coughed twice and spit out a mouthful of phlegm. The gentle and elegant posture of the scholar was completely gone, as rude as a reckless man.

Fan Wencheng narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "One year, maybe two years. It depends on whether the Ming army will continue to advance and push the knife to their chests."

Dorgon and other senior officials of Jianlu have had a hard time living, they can’t get food, cloth, and if they are hungry, they will be naked, who will still obey your order?

Not only Han people, Mongolians, and Manchus fled one after another. The Ming army also deliberately released a few people to let them spread the news that those who returned south would not be killed, but also gave food to the fields and placed them properly.

But traitors such as Fan Wencheng, Ma Guozhu also knew that they were all on the blacklist and were not included in the list of forgiveness.

The emperor of the Ming Dynasty hated traitors, which was even worse than Jianlu. He could let Dorgon and others go, but Fan Wencheng and others wanted to kill them quickly.

"Live one day is counting as one day!" Ma Guozhu stood up and walked towards the wilderness in the distance. Green had already emerged there, and perhaps wild vegetables that could be edible were dug.

Fan Wencheng looked at Ma Guozhu's thin back, sighed sadly, lowering his eyes and wondering what he was thinking.

Whether it is regret or other emotions, it doesn't matter now. With the advancement of the Ming army, Fan Wencheng already knew that his death was not far away.
Chapter completed!