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By this time, the French envoy had arrived in Rotterdam.
Not only that, the Spanish messenger has also arrived.
The fighting in the entire northern province suddenly stopped, and all the troops and horses faded away like a tide.
Peace is what people long for, but this sudden peace obviously made all the Dutch people feel extreme discomfort first.
The rationing system began to be gradually abolished.
The former market has begun to be rebuilt again.
Those who have experienced the long-term war stand blankly on the streets full of ruins, looking at everything in front of them, as if they are in a dream, feeling very unreal.
After six years of brutal war, people seem to have become unfamiliar with peace.
Even the slightest noise still makes them nervous.
But soon, soldiers from the First Army appeared on the streets and began to maintain new order.
Immediately afterwards Wang Xizuo issued many decrees and began to restore calm to the streets.
All existing militias were disbanded.
And began to issue severance currency to them.
Of course, this currency is still the Ming Dynasty treasure banknote.
People look at the piece of paper in their hands and feel it is real but also funny.
Is this thing still useful?
Fortunatelythe first batch of cans have already begun to appear on the market.
This is the supply for the fleet, if it is the first batch of supplies to land.
And only treasure money is allowed to be purchased.
So these are worthless pieces of paper, and suddenly people realize it seems it is not without value!
"Canned food is actually not wonderful in the minds of sailors. It can even be said to be like pig food.
You must know that for more than half a year at sea, the main food they ate was canned food. Now they would rather eat black bread like sawdust than take a bite of this canned food.
Thereforea large number of cans began to be supplied directly to the Northern Province.
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When little Joseph was born, the war in the Northern Province was about to begin.
In the past six years, he has ignorantly experienced the war that swept through the entire northern province, and every day of starvation due to the war!
Since childhood his father rarely went home. In the Northern Province, his father followed the infantry regiment in the lowlands to deal with the Spaniards. They had long since been separated from the regular army, so he would travel from time to time along the French border. Ambush the nearby Spaniards, and once the Spaniards launch a massive attack, they immediately retreat into the dense forests of France.
When his father came home, little Joseph looked at his father. He was a thin man with a sallow face, his cheeks were deeply sunken, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was an old sheepskin scabbard on his waist. The clothes were like strips of cloth, and there was no trace of military uniforms.
What caught his attention was that his father was carrying a bag on his thin body. There was a pile of banknotes in the bag, which was twenty taels of silver. In addition, there were some coals that he had picked up.
He put the coal into the basin, lit the fire starter first, and then ignited the coal, and a slight warmth rose!
Winter in the Northern Province is really cold.
My father¡¯s face was cold, like all veterans, he looked like he would avoid strangers.
It seemshe has forgotten how to laugh.
At this time, my mother talked about the difficulties in the family over the years. Everything that could be sold was sold. In order to supply cannons for the army, there was almost no iron in the family. A former horse in the family was also requisitioned. So far, the Governor's Mansion has no intention of returning it.
Father just kept listening silently and said nothing.
Little Joseph leaned on the coals of the fire, feeling drowsy and hungry.
The mother found some vegetable soup and let him eat it.
There is no food at home
Winter has also arrived.
It seems that whether the war is over or not, it makes no difference to little Joseph!
Early the next morning, his father left, still indifferent and silent. With his dry lips, he only touched little Joseph¡¯s forehead, then packed up his things and went out.
As usualmy mother grimaced again at this time and began to complain.
No matter how difficult life is, men neverMy mother ate less and only liked to dip her fingers into the meat sauce. The large pieces of beef in the can were naturally delivered to little Joseph's mouth.
Halfway through the meal, little Joseph felt that the more he ate, the more hungry he became.
Suddenly, the spoon in my father's hand became a little unstable, and a few drops of meat sauce fell to the ground.
The mother wants to speak and blame her husband.
But in an instant, the man who had always had a cold face suddenly burst into tears. Tears fell from his bloodshot eyes and dripped into the charcoal fire, making a crackling sound.
The man sobbed, choked with sobs, and the spoon in his hand trembled.
"Wang Xizuo Governor Wang Xizuo said" The man choked and said: "There will never be another war or starvation again. This is this is what His Majesty the Emperor has done to the Northern Province. Guarantee no one will die in the ravine again we we"
Tears are like a flood that seems to flow forever.
Little Joseph looked up. He probably only understood that the emperor had promised that he would have canned food like this in the future.
It was the most ordinary night in Rotterdam Port. It was so ordinary that even the moon was no different from the normal day. At this moment stars appeared and fell on this most ordinary firewood hut.
For the people in the firewood house, this is destined to be the most extraordinary day.
Little Joseph slept very soundly that night. Even in his dreams, he pouted, and the smell of meat still lingered in his mouth. This was the taste of happiness.
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