The old priest was in high spirits. He smiled from ear to ear, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed tighter: "It's great, so many people have been added to our village at once. Next spring, the wasteland in the north can be planted with wheat and will not be idle anymore."

Yonggang was also in high spirits: "The snow this year is particularly heavy, and this is also a rare opportunity. We have so much reserved grain in our hands and can't finish it. Otherwise, I will take people to a nearby village tomorrow. They will definitely have food shortages. We can take the opportunity to change more women. At that time, the scale of our Panshi Village may be greater than that of Qinglong Village."

Fusong agreed with this: "Good idea, just do it!"

Tianhao, who was a little far from the three-person conversation circle, interjected: "If you really do this, Panshi Village will be over."

He had shown wisdom that was far beyond ordinary people one after another, so naturally the three leaders of the village would not think that he was making a big fuss. Suddenly, the wooden house was silent, and three pairs of puzzled eyes projected their eyes on Tianhao.

"We don't have enough houses to accommodate too many people." Tianhao explained calmly: "In such a cold day, if there is no fire in the house, staying outside for one night will freeze people to death. Winter is not the season for logging houses, but also firewood. Although we prepared enough fuel before winter, it is based on the population in the village at that time. Of course, there is no problem with a small amount exceeding a part of it, but if the number of new people is too large, it will cause us trouble."

The old priest did not speak. His slightly cloudy and experienced eyes showed a trace of enlightenment, and soon became silent praise.

Yonggang is a stubborn person and will not change his mind easily. He frowned and asked, "Ahao, the problem should not be as serious as you said, right? It is always good to change more people. Even if there are not enough houses, you can send these people to each household for the time being. Wouldn't it be enough to stay until next spring?"

Tianhao asked casually without any emotions, "How many people are you planning to come back?"

Yonggang had no idea about this. He scratched his head and replied uncertainly: "Five hundred...one thousand...or only one thousand! We have so much venison, enough to eat."

Tianhao pointed out his thought loopholes without hesitation: "If you are dispatching people to each household as you said, and even the warehouse in the village can be used, you can only squeeze in at most 700 people. Their food, drink, defecation and sensation are all big problems. Let's not mention the food. There is not much snow around the village. In spring, you can only rely on the spring on the mountain and the river on the south. The biggest problem is the house, including the original people in the village, and they will definitely strongly request that more new houses be built. Who will be responsible for spring plowing? Will everyone go up the mountain to cut trees?"

"The village wall has been erected, and the open space inside the wall is so large. Even if we have enough people to cut trees and build houses, who would be willing to live outside the village wall? This means we must build a new second village wall, which is another major project that consumes manpower and time."

"In addition, everyone can see the situation in the village. We don't have public toilets, and everyone urinates and defecates on the ground. It's winter now, there are few people in the village, and it's still acceptable to endure it. When the weather gets hot in spring, the situation will become very serious. Some people will get sick because of this, and maybe even plague will occur."

The old priest Wu Xing inserted his words: "Ahao is right. I have mentioned the issue of public toilets more than once before. But you never paid attention to Fusong, and you didn't take Yonggang in your heart. You should go out for more walks and take a look. The reason why big cities such as Liuyun City, Heijiao City, and Honghuang City are clean is because they pay attention to public health."

Fusong completely put away the smile on his face, and his facial muscles became cold and hard: "What do you think you should do? Should we do nothing this winter and just wait like that?"

Tianhao responded very quickly: "It can only be exchanged for 300 people at most, which is the limit we can bear at present."

He was not afraid of angering Fusong because of this.

Tianhao is no longer the lonely and silent boy in the past. He has a high prestige in the village, and has gained the respect of everyone with facts, and even received the public allegiance of eleven villagers.

It would be fine if it was eleven women, but they were eleven strong adult men, including all the family members behind them.

Panshi Village is so big. It is no exaggeration to say that when I saw giant strange fish frozen into ice on the beach, many people subconsciously regarded it as the fourth leader of the village.

His "head of a hundred people" is a foregone conclusion and there is no doubt.

Fusong was a little disappointed. There were too few 300 people, so he actually preferred Yonggang's opinion. But it was not enough to only agree with Yonggang. The old priest was highly respected, but he stood on Tianhao's side.

The room became a little cold, and Yonggang was also thinking carefully about what Tianhao had said before, feeling that it was not unreasonable.

"We can wait until next year to change more people back." Tianhao maintained a stable and calm tone as much as possible: "Three hundred newly joined women can help us solve many problems. The land area of ​​cultivated can be expanded, and after planting wheat, a large number of people can be freed up to go up the mountain to cut trees and build more houses. Part of the exterior wall of the village can be built first, and depending on the specific situation, it will take about three years to complete it in stages. At that time, not to mention a single thousand people, even two thousand or even three thousand are possible."

This description caused a huge stimulation to Yonggang. He swallowed his throat hard, feeling a little unbelievable: "A village of three thousand people? This... can we really do it?"

"As long as you make plans in advance, follow the steps, and use our current foundation, there is nothing impossible." Although the old priest was a little suspicious of Tian Hao's words, he had to give him enough support at this time.

The leader Fusong was silent for a long time. He was trapped in intense thinking, chaotic thoughts and reality collisions. No one knew that it was his own inner secret.

After half a minute, he raised his messy head and cast his eyes on Tianhao, which were a little complicated: "Let's do this! Ahao, you go to the clan city tomorrow and apply for your own "100-person head" license."

The new 100-person leader must be recognized by the clan leader of the tribe. All leaders of the village where the candidates are located must sign the application form for velvet paper and send the documents to the clan city for review. This is a standard procedure that has lasted for thousands of years. Whether it is the cattle tribe, the tiger tribe, the eagle tribe, the lion tribe, the deer tribe... they will strictly abide by this regulation without any discount.

Tian Hao nodded silently, supported his hands on both knees sitting cross-legged, and bowed slightly to Fusong to greet him.

"Also, you can bring the grain share that the village will pay next year." Fusong's voice was strange and unquestionable: "Eighty percent, this is the part we pay next year."

The Niu tribe is a big clan, and the Leiniu tribe is just one of the Niu tribes. Panshi Village and Qinglong Village are both affiliated with them. The clan leader will not interfere with the administrative management of each city and village. Villages in various places must report the proportion of the remittance of the farmed grain to the leaders of the tribe at the end of the year to the second year.

The old priest Wu Xing suddenly widened his eyes, and his wrinkled face rose with an abnormal blushing, "Eighty percent? A Song, are you crazy?"

Yonggang was also frightened by this number. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Fusong with incredible eyes: "So much? We only paid 70% this year. The people in the village almost starved to death. Why do you have to do this next year, and the amount you paid is even more than this year?"

The hunger in Panshi Village is not without reasons. On the one hand, it is because of the sudden heavy snow, and on the other hand, the leader Fusong handed over most of the harvest to the tribe in autumn, resulting in the fact that every household in the village had little left to store grain.

Tianhao didn't say anything. He looked at Fusong with a puzzled look, trying to see through his heart.

Fusong had already expected that this decision would be fiercely opposed by Yonggang and the old priest. He sneered unmoved: "We have got a lot of prey this year. There are many giant-horned deer in the mountains. At worst, we can give them another one next winter according to the method this year. Ahao's method works very well. The monsters in the sea have been killed. We can go to the beach to catch fish and cook salt now... Don't worry! No one will starve to death next winter."

He continued to issue an order in a tough tone: "There is also the prey we have got this year. I plan to pay 3,000 deer to the clan leader. I will write this matter into the document and let Ah Hao take it to the clan city together tomorrow."

The old priest was already on the verge of rage. He pointed at Fusong with his trembling fingers and was furious: "How can you do this? That's the food for everyone in the village to spend the winter."

"There is so much meat that I can't finish it in one winter." Fusong's attitude was extremely firm: "This time the tribute is imperative. In fact, the tribute of the three thousand deer is quite small. If I don't care about leaving winter rations for the village, at least one thousand will be added to this number."

Yonggang suddenly stood up and glared at Fusong angrily: "No, I don't agree to do this."

The old priest suppressed his anger. He took a deep breath, puffed up his chest, and spurted out two turbid currents from his nostrils with great anger: "Asong, you will destroy Panshi Village like this."

"Your opposition is useless." A hint of fanaticism and a distinctly fierce toughness appeared on Fusong's face: "I am the leader of Panshi Village, I have the final say in this matter!"

Tianhao, who had been watching for a long time, never interrupted.

He was shocked, his mind filled with unexplained questions.

Why?
Chapter completed!