The severe pain tortured the nerves, and all kinds of messy scenes appeared in his mind. Wu Yuan didn't know how to describe it, so he could only scream in pain. At this moment, his hatred for everyone disappeared, only Tianhao's face was so clear.

Why did you break my teeth?

I just want to die soon, but you deprived me of my last chance.

There is not much blood flow. Every time the executioner cuts a knife, the stop next to him will sprinkle the bleeding-resisting powder on the surface of the wound.

The great master ordered that the entire execution process must last for five days until the last evening before it could end under his personal supervision.

It is really not easy to survive if someone who is half dead under strict control.

There are many drugs with unique effects in the witchcraft. Without considering the health of the recipient, there are many ways to snatch the soul of the living from the God of Death.

Of course, doing this is temporary, and it can be understood as taking the soul from the God of Death and stewarding it for a few days.

When he poured the strong medicinal broth into Wu Yuan's mouth, he suddenly became excited, struggled and twisted his body desperately, and pushed out with his tongue, trying to spit out the sticky liquid.

He is a wizard and has used similar medicines for his disobedient subordinates. Simply put, it will hang your life and prevent you from dying early at the specified time.

The executioner hooked Wu Yuan's tongue with an iron hook and straightened it. Another person carefully poured the soup into his forced open mouth. This process must be slow, otherwise the liquid flowed into the trachea and would cause suffocation on the spot. If an accident occurs, all executioners will die.

No one dares to offend the majesty of the great master.

In the afternoon, the executioner cut off Wu Yuan's male symbol. He threw the meat hard into the crowd watching the audience, which immediately triggered a fierce fight. Almost all the women present stretched out their hands to chase each other wildly, and the meat strips were quickly torn into more than a dozen pieces.

Wizards are the spokespersons of gods. Their male symbols are extremely precious. They can be made into soup, dried and made into powder, or marinated with salt and cut into slices, so that they can be preserved for a long time... As for the effect, of course, it is for the sake of childbirth. I don’t know when this magical and absurd practice was passed down, and women believe it deeply.

"Ah...howled..."

“…Hao…”

"No....good...ho..."

Wu Yuan kept moaning in a vague way, and he had already lost the strength to scream. The vague sound was difficult to distinguish, and he would never know that Tianhao was not present.

It was getting dark and people gradually dissipated.

The executioners set up tents in the square, and a group of soldiers surrounded the great master and walked slowly from the direction of the palace. They held torches and illuminated the surroundings as bright as day.

Wu Peng raised his head and stared at Wu Yuan with his cold and fierce eyes. He was tortured to the point of being human and trembled in pain.

"Look at him." Wu Peng lowered his head and ordered the executioner leader who was kneeling in front of him respectfully, and made a majestic voice: "Five days, one day less, you must cut enough swords, otherwise... I will use you as a substitute."

All the people present couldn't help but shiver.

This is the first time they have seen a great master so cruel.

Wu Peng turned around and left.

His pace was slow, listening to the groans of pain coming from behind, the hatred in his heart was also easing.

"Son, I've avenged you."

...

The territory of the Cow Tribe, Leijiao City.

The long journey was exhausting. Looking at the extremely tired guards behind him, Tianhao turned over and dismounted and ordered the guard captain Chibi who helped him hold the horse's head: "Take them down and have a good rest, and come here to change shifts at this time tomorrow."

The tall and mighty figure of the red nose is much taller than Tianhao, but he looked down and said: "Sir, you have worked hard all the way from Heijiao City, otherwise..."

"I have a lot to deal with." Tianhao smiled gently: "The same goes for you, take them down, eat something, and have a good sleep."

After saying that, he turned around and climbed up the steps and walked towards the open door of the city lord's mansion.

The hall is very spacious. It was originally the main hall where Niu Weibang summoned his ministers to discuss matters, but now it has become Tianhao's temporary office.

There is too much information to be sorted out.

Leijiao City has a huge ethnic archive, which also stores an astonishing number of mud templates. Tianhao has drawn hundreds of relevant personnel from Panshi City and asked that the information recorded on the mud plate be copied as soon as possible.

In addition, there are animal skin files, which are also huge in number, filling more than a dozen rooms. Many of the information is said to have been preserved since hundreds of years ago, and it lists a large number of people and place names, as well as the actual situation of each village under its jurisdiction.

In the civilized era, these materials can be handled with just one computer.

Wu Qi brought a thick stack of text to Tianhao. He was ordered to come to Leijiao City two weeks ago to serve as a civil affairs officer here. All matters were complicated and he had not been able to rest well since he started working. His eyes were covered with bloodshot and his swollen eyelids were covered with darkness.

"The preliminary work has been completed. The current population of Leijiao City is 18322. Of which 74,06 are Niu tribe members, and the rest are pig people. In addition, there are more than 78,000 people in the entire Leiniu tribe scattered in various villages, the largest of which is more than 6,000, and the smallest is less than 200."

Speaking of this, Wu Qi smiled and looked a little emotional: "This is the same as the Panshi Village in the past. Sometimes when I think about it, I feel like I am dreaming. It is really unimaginable that we have developed from a village to the current scale!"

Tianhao smiled faintly: "People live for a better life. Everything will change. Even without me, others will change the world."

Wu Qi nodded in agreement. He had heard similar words from his father before. He was still young and could not understand them at that time. Now he is in it, he can truly understand them.

Tianhao flipped through the information that was bound into a book on the table, and suddenly saw a young woman following Wu Qie and standing behind him, and couldn't help but ask, "Who is she?"

Wu Qi quickly gave in and introduced sideways: "Her name is Arong, she is fourteen years old this year, and she is a disciple my father accepted a few years ago."

Tianhao has always attached importance to education. The old priest has been respected and respected since the time of Panshi Village. He naturally became the highest witch in the Panshi Territory. He has always refused to be promoted to a wizard, saying that he wanted to give this position to young people. Tianhao could guess some of the old people's ideas—————The reason for doing this is to give way to the witch and the witch. When people get old, they will consider more for their future generations. Anyway, the old priest is at the top of the Panshi Territory, both in the human and in the Panshi Territory. There is no doubt that instead of getting too much waste by himself, it is better to leave it to later generations.

The old priest accepted many disciples. He always agreed with Tianhao's educational philosophy. In addition to basic sacrifices, the knowledge he taught was mainly medicine and medical skills, including superficial mathematical geometry concepts, as well as the "natural discipline" that Tianhao asked to add later, which was actually a comprehensive knowledge of experience in hunting, animals, plants, etc.

Arong has a round face, fair skin, and a plump figure like most barbarian women. She respectfully saluted Tianhao because it was her first time meeting a big man, and she looked a little shy.

Fourteen years old is not young. According to the concept of the northern barbarians, ten years old is an adult. Especially the disciples selected by the old priests, they follow and learn from all year round, and their abilities in all aspects should be greater than those of their peers.

"Arong..." Tianhao repeated the name and asked: "Are you a witch?"

"Yes." Her voice was crisp and pleasant.

"Can't you call it Wu Rong now?" Tian Hao suddenly became interested. "Wu" was not a formal surname at first, but a synonym for the witch performer, and later gradually evolved into a special surname. And not all witch performer can use it. Only by being recognized by the elders of the clan, having the same clan and the same origin, and having at least the priest or above, can the surname "Wu" be used.

Wu Qi smiled beside him and said, "Arong is now a preparatory priest. She has a good understanding and learns very quickly."

Tianhao couldn't help laughing.

He could see through the other party's little thoughts at a glance... Although Wu Qi married and had children, he gave special care to this woman named Arong. You should know that not everyone can get this opportunity to introduce her. Of course, it may also be because Arong is a witch practitioner, helping him manage the city during this period. Wu Qi regarded this introduction as a reward for her... In short, this woman should have outstanding abilities in administrative management, and as for the rest, she could only repay her "hehe".

"How is the grain storage situation in the city?" Tianhao wanted to take the exam for her.

"It can be maintained until next autumn." Arong walked up, picked up a book from the table, opened it, and talked happily: "Last month, this year's tax grain had been sent to Heijiao City. At present, the food supply in the city is good and can be distributed regularly according to the basic proportion. However, the situation in other villages is not optimistic. According to the current statistics, there are 34 small villages in total shortage of food, and the total affected population exceeds 20,000."

"So many?" Tianhao was a little surprised and reached out to Arong to hand over the document book. While looking through it, he asked casually: "What is the reason why these villages are short of food?"

"They paid too much tax grain that exceeded the fixed quota." Arong whispered: "Master... I mean the previous king. The specified tax grain quota was only 30% of the harvest that year, but the amount paid by these villages exceeded 50%, and some even reached 70%.

Tianhao didn't ask again, he fell into silence.

After a long time, Tianhao looked at Wu Qi standing opposite him and smiled bitterly: "...Do you still remember Fusong?"

Wu Qi nodded slowly: "I knew you would say this. What they are doing now is the same as what Fusong did at the time."

After pausing, Wu Guai made a careful voice: "Actually, they are not bad people, and they have no malice."

Tianhao nodded in a dull state, "Hmm" and asked, "So you keep this matter until now and let me deal with it?"

Wu Qi stood in his original position with his hands down: "You are the lord and the new king of the entire Lei Niu tribe. No matter any order, we will firmly execute your will without any discount."

Tianhao shook his head: "I have too many things, so you should take responsibility! Summon the leaders of these villages and go to Panshi City for training. Those who are qualified will stay and continue to be appointed, and those who are not qualified will be replaced directly. Let them understand that if they want a surname, they can only exchange their merits, rather than digging food from the mouths of the people below... I can't eat that much."

The last sentence was cursed, and only in this way could the anger in Tianhao's heart be relieved.

He immediately added: "If there is still someone who dares to disobey orders, then kill them without any hesitation, as a warning to others."

Wu Qi bowed respectfully: "I will go down and send people to pass the orders."

Tianhao nodded slightly: "Go and call me the broken teeth by the way."

...

A few minutes later, Shakutane walked into the hall with three young guards and stood two meters in front of Tianhao's desk.

Tianhao, who was reviewing the official document, raised his head, looked over his broken teeth that were holding his fists to him, and fell on the three young pig men standing behind him, and asked with interest: "Who are they?"

He knew that Broken Teeth was loyal to him and that spore implants would never violate the orders from the subject. Broken Teeth brought these people over, which should have a deeper meaning.

"Master, they are my newly selected personal guards, all of them are very good young men." Shuya smiled and moved aside, introducing one by one: "This is the flame teeth, this is the fierce teeth, and this kid, who is the largest and the best, is the best. His name is the violent teeth."

Tianhao stood up from the chair and walked slowly to Zhuoqi.

This is a young pig man about fourteen years old. He is very strong, with a hideous face and a very evil appearance. These adjectives do not have a derogatory meaning in the dictionary of pig man, but a correct description of his appearance. The three young men recommended by the broken teeth are all wearing sleeveless vests, and their teeth are more burly than their flames and evil teeth. His fangs are thick and long, and they are particularly polished into sharp weapons, which gives him a slight advantage over his opponents when fighting face to face, using this as a dagger.

The evil teeth were the shortest among the three, but his muscles were extremely developed, with his broad shoulders connected to his back muscles, as if he had to arch his back slightly because of his excessive weight. No one could ignore the muscles full of explosive power on his body, which were wrapped in brown-black oily skin and tightly stretched. When the flame teeth walked, their arms drooped, looking a little orangutan, and their fierceness and restrained power were frightening.

Yantiao is tall and slightly shorter than the storm. He has long iron-red hair, tied tightly with a hairband, and loosely spreading behind his head. After he saluted Tianhao, he kept his head high. This was not arrogance, but a long-term standing habit.

Tianhao smiled and shook hands with them one by one.

Choosing young people with potential to train them is the order he gave to Shattered Teeth. The premise is that he must have knowledge beyond ordinary people, at least reaching the level of a preparatory priest.

The war with the whites in the south has long proved that brute force alone cannot rule the world, and science and technology are still an extremely important part of human society.
Chapter completed!