Often many things are in a single thought.

Looking at the quiet Apache Town in the dim lights with a look of hesitation, Su Yu's explanation made Mao Xingjian feel as if he had a pot in his heart. He had an impulse to return to the town immediately to find Chilu, but when he really reached out, he was cowardly, fear, disgust, fatigue, pain, and alcohol that had not yet dissipated echoed in his brain, drowsy, in his unknown moment, his head drooped towards the shaft of the car, and he fell asleep in a drowsy manner.

Su Yu, who was sitting at the front of the car, also quieted down again, but his eyes were staring at the prince's bruised and damaged face, staring so trance.

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Pa~pa~

A cold touch appeared on his face. With a cleverness, Mao Xingjian suddenly sat up. With a clattering sound, a cold towel suddenly fell to the ground, and Han Xiaomo's little face covering her little mouth and gloating.

Around me, the wheels of the ox cart were pressing against the mud, and the river could be heard vaguely flowing. Looking up again, the clear snake river was already left behind.

"Cross the river?"

"That's right! It's not what you ordered from my eldest nephew. I delayed all night yesterday. I rushed back today. I woke up in the morning and saw you sleeping soundly in the car. Butler Nangong didn't quarrel at you and rushed back with the sailors! My eldest nephew, did you peek at someone who had a partner last night? He was beaten like this, haha..."

Covering his little mouth, the girl was still smiling heartlessly, but Mao Xingjian's brain was blank and rubbed his forehead. After a moment, he suddenly grabbed Han Xiaomo's little hand impatiently again.

"How is Apache Town? Did you see the Red Deer when you left?"

"Oh, it hurts..."

He frowned and snatched his hand out. Han Xiaomo hugged his arms a little sore again: "I didn't see it! The head of the Chilu clan is only staring at the prince, how could he meet a small character like me!"

"Is there a mess in Apache Town?"

He looked at Mao Xingjian, who was swollen with half of his face but still anxious, and after a moment, Han Xiaomo finally shook his head seriously.

"No! Everyone should eat and drink when they come out. When we left, the tiger-headed wizard came out to send us."

This made Mao Xingjian feel relieved. It seemed that Chi Lu didn't say what happened last night, and it would not affect the stability of the Apache department for the time being. The insider had a Su Yu last night, so he had to remind him not to spread the matter. Thinking about it, Mao Xingjian quickly stretched his neck and looked around.

"Where is Su Yu?"

"I don't know, I'm as nervous as you, and I said I would go back to the tribe to visit his father with two pots of boiling water, so I left by myself."

Since rescuing the second generation of chief back to the tribe, Su Yu has been following him, using the Indians' words to save his life, he regards himself as a brother of the Blood Alliance, and needs to repay this kindness to leave, or simply join his own tribe. But now, after Song Yongzhong, Su Yu suddenly left, making Mao Xingjian's heart empty.

"Hey! My eldest nephew! You haven't told me who beat you like this yet? I'll take revenge on you!"

Han Xiaomo was still waving his little arms angrily, looking very strong as a girl. Unfortunately, the prince suddenly lost his mood and ignored her. He just turned around and looked at the snake river that was getting farther and farther away.

.........

This is the third year after Mao Xingjian arrived in the New World, and it is also the second bumper harvest. This year, he has expanded the cultivation area of ​​the Snake River Plain by more than ten times, reaching 400,000 mu of dry land. It has never been reclaimed here, and the fields full of humus are really not a joke. Although an average labor force is in charge of more than ten mu of land, it is almost a extensive farming, and one mu of land can still harvest more than 200 kilograms of rice or wheat.

Compared with last year, the area of ​​Snake City has also expanded by a large circle. After all, more than 8,000 immigrants have come. The newly arrived southern immigrants have relied on the urban area halfway up the mountain to expand downwards a larger square urban area. The shape is like two words of a large and a small one stacked together. A small capital city looks like a city standing on the land of the New World.

As soon as this spring comes, it is approaching a state of fullness and is put into the land reclamation. In the summer of a slack farm, a war with several tribes going north has been fought. The houses and buildings of new immigrants are obviously much simpler than those of old immigrants. Many people have only built one floor and only the city wall. After Song Yongzhong travels east, no one urges him, and he only builds a hole on both sides of the town. However, it is much more lively than the old urban area. There are more than a dozen taverns and grocery stores, and some people specialize in commerce from Gem Sea to Tsinghaizi Port. A small society is basically sound.

Mao Xingjian was just about to happen when he came back. He had just entered the gate of Snake City. In the fluttering northwest wind, the first snow this year had already fallen. There was no trend of global warming and was still in this small ice age. The snow was affordable. It was more than the fifth day. The falling snow was as deep as the thighs. The thick snow was buried deep under the dry fields and paddy fields that had just been harvested.

However, even the poorest Indians no longer suffer from freezing this year. As the amount of grain imports decreased, all the vacant cabins were replaced with daily necessities. The Indians who defected to Mao Xingjian also changed into thick cotton coats, shrank in the solid wooden house, and warmly enjoyed the heat emitted by the furnace.

On October 18th, the continuous heavy snow from the northern polar regions finally had enough trouble. Finally, the gloomy clouds dispersed. Early in the morning, the long-lost sun appeared lazily above the Snake City, and the pure white snow shining dazzlingly.

The life was too comfortable. Even the Su people in the Dakota department became lazy and wore thick cotton coats. Whether they were immigrants from the Ming Dynasty or the Su people, they were all urging them to the chief of their village. Then they reluctantly took the broom and swept the thick snow out of the street one by one.

On the other side, Chen Zao and the tribesmen from the Chen family got even more busy. They drew more than 200 strong men from each of them and drove dozens of ox carts down the hillside.

It is not as dense as the Ming Dynasty. A heavy snow almost covered the roads to the Gem Sea to death. However, it took more than four months for a long winter, but Snake City could not be disconnected. It also needed to transport all the grain produced here to the Gem Sea port to supply various Ming bases in the north. Therefore, as much snow can be cleaned, it is probably enough for them to work hard.

Prince's Mansion.

A thick leather hat was knocked on his head and a big cotton jacket. Han Xiaomo's nose was cold red. He looked like a village girl. He led the girl sent by the Chen family to serve and the Black Pearl Sailor Guard sent by Mao Jue to the prince. He also motivated to clean up and piled up heavy snow outside the wall.

The girl took off her hat and threw it aside. Her forehead was like she had become an immortal, and she was venting a stream of white breath.

Standing on the second floor corridor, Mao Xingjian, who had been in the winter for several days, looked straight at the south as if he had lost his soul.

These days, he had been feeling restless, so when the snow stopped, Mao Xingjian was impatient to send a messenger to the South Bank, but even so, he still did not relieve his anxiety.

What he was worried about was not just how Chi Lu was doing now, whether the Apache tribe was stable or not, and what bothered him was his relationship with Chi Lu! If you ask yourself, Mao Xingjian did not hate rejection of this self-reliant and self-reliant female matriarch, but under the heavy Confucian ethics, he was secretive about the relationship between men and women, not to mention that he was the prince of the Ming Empire, and his marriage was not only his own business!

Without Mao Jue and Chen Jiao's consent, he really married Chi Lu, a foreign woman? Mao Xingjian could even see the ministers in the court beating their chests and stamping their feet, and they were furious.

Tat~

Just when Mao Xingjian was bleak, a snowball suddenly threw it up, rightly, just making the prince's face confused. He couldn't help but sit on the ground, spitting out a few times, then stood up in anger and looked down, but Han Xiaomo, the girl, smiled happily and bent over.

"Big nephew, come down to have a snowball fight! It's very fun!"

"The stove cannot be poured!"

Shaking his head helplessly, with his hands behind his back, Mao Xingjian returned to the room with a stern face. Looking at his disappearing figure, Han Xiaomo grimaced in disappointment: "Stingy!"

After patting the snow on his body, the grassland wild girl planned to show her majesty as an aunt, and went upstairs to pull her nephew down. However, before she could take two steps, the wind suddenly sounded behind her. She turned around in surprise, and the crackling snowball almost buried Han Xiaomo.

A burst of laughter and hilarious voices came, and the immigrant children who had been on the course for several days slipped into the Prince's Mansion again at some point. A snowball combo just now was undoubtedly their masterpiece. Pointing at Han Xiaomo, a group of naughty children jumped up and down like little monkeys, laughing non-stop!

"Dare to sneak attack on your Miss Han, wow, don't run away!"

He was so angry that he shook the snow on his body, and like a big child, the girl gritted her teeth and grabbed the snowball and pounced on her. While laughing, the whole yard was filled with snowballs, and from time to time, the exaggerated screams of a girl from a grassland could be heard.

Puchi~ Another snowball was stuck on the pillar, and the snow powder fell down again. The prince was sitting cross-legged below and looked at the great witch Han who was holding his face with snow, spreading his teeth and claws, throwing a little baby into the snow pile. Mao Xingjian shook his head helplessly once again.

...........

God is also very powerful. The sunny day lasted for another four or five days. Although the snow on the ground was still so cold, while the sun was clear, the residents of Snake City were already carrying fishing rods and lowering the hills to fly ice on the frozen river surface. While Mao Xingjian was waiting anxiously, the messenger sent to the Apache tribe finally came back.

"How? Have you met the Red Deer Clan leader?"

He was full of impatientness. In the prince's hall on the first floor, Mao Xingjian was already running over quickly, but he quickly knelt on the ground, and the sailor sent to shake his face with difficulty.

"I haven't seen it! I heard from the Apache tribe members that I haven't seen the Red Deer Tribe Chief for several days!"

My heart was obviously stumbled, and Mao Xingjian couldn't help but staggered back half a step, but with his head down, the sailor and messenger reported quickly.

"However, the great wizard of the Tiger Power of the Mountain Lion Tribe asked Bei Zhi to pass the important information to the prince. The fifth tribe of the Black Feet of the Xiayan people has decided to go north to meet the prince. It is said that after the snow stopped, they took the heroes and wizards from the tribe, and they expected to cross the river in the next two days!"

After the loss just now, this news made Mao Xingjian feel shocked again!
Chapter completed!