On a cold winter night, a cup of warm and hot drink is the best enjoyment. Taking a sip of bitter liquid, Tianhao said seriously: "In fact, the more people there are in the village, the better. Regarding this issue, I discussed with the high priest, Yonggang, and the leader. Given the current situation in our village, the number of new people that can be exchanged from outside cannot exceed 300. No matter how many, it will cause us trouble."

Guoji was deeply moved by this. He nodded slowly: "Yes! There are too many people who have been exchanged for this period. All the empty houses in the village were living in, and even the warehouse for the meat was vacant for them. Fortunately, it is winter now, and venison will not break even if it is placed outside. But there are so many people coming in all of a sudden, there are more people than the original ones in our village. If something really happens, they won't listen to us when we talk!"

Changmin is about the same age as Guoji, both in his thirties. He has short beards on both sides of his cheeks, and a dark blue color of hand-punching appeared on his chin. His face was filled with anger, and he has never changed since he came in. Listening to Tianhao and Guoji finishing up, he picked up the cup and put a mouthful of black needle pine tea on his neck like drinking. The bitter liquid echoed in his mouth, and the anger that had been suppressed for a long time seemed to be poured with gasoline and suddenly rose up.

"Fusong, that damn dog bastard, he stole my woman." He felt a little tinnitus, but he didn't know that it was caused by the large amount of adrenaline secretion in a short period of time.

Last time, he used the valley to hunt a large number of giant-horned deer, which made every household in Panshi Village have enough meat. Changmin took a fancy to a woman who had been replaced by Qinglong Village. He looked like a good man who worked in the field. His hair was combed very cleanly, not as dirty as other women, and exuded a bad smell. Although Changmin already had a wife, it did not prevent him from becoming interested in other opposite sexes. He found the hunting captain Yonggang and said it. According to the customs in the village, he pressed his handprints on the mud template. Changmin happily took the woman home.

The people who have been exchanged from outside are "public goods". If you want to get it, you must pay the corresponding price. Build walls for the village, reclaim more wasteland, boil more salt, and cut down more trees as firewood... These are public affairs in the village. Work can make you rich and you can also get women who are more beautiful than your current wife.

The wife did not show any disgust for the woman Changmin brought back. She was even happy to have a new sister to help her share more housework and farm work. It is a good thing to have more family members, which means that all kinds of things that were originally heavy on her shoulders could be divided into half. Moreover, there is no shortage of food at home now, and the bride is very diligent. She can calm down and get pregnant in the next few months, and then have a comfortable baby, and give all the housework to her.

The leader Fusong's sacrificial behavior was not predicted. Pingjun led a group of people to choose from door to door. They picked out young and beautiful women from the exchange. There were not enough numbers, and they made up for six vacancies from the women in the village and worshipped them to the great Winter God together.

Sacrifice is a sacred act. Respecting with bad melons and bad dates will only anger the gods and cause greater disasters to the village.

The cruel and cold smile spread in Tianhao's heart, and his face was calm with no signs. He picked up the kettle and filled Changmin's empty cup. He patiently advised: "Look at it, there is a lot of food in our village, and more women can be exchanged for it from outside. Fusong is the leader after all, so let's forget about this matter, there is no need to argue with him because of this."

"...No, you don't understand...you...none of you will understand..." Chang Min's face was full of pain. He lowered his head, his knees were spread apart, his head was lowered and buried deep in the middle of two knees like mountains, making a faint sob cry.

"Love" happened to an old man in his thirties, which was indeed a bit incredible. But God could testify, Changmin swore: When he first saw that woman, an indescribable thought took root in his mind... In short, this is a beautiful girl who is very consistent with the aesthetic views of the barbarians.

She was killed. Her head was inserted into a wooden pole and stood outside the leader Fusong's house on a cold winter night, dying with her eyes open.

"Fusong will kill more women." The fierce Tiankuang said in a sentence: "For a while, the weather will become warmer. There must be spring sacrifices before the cultivated land, and the scale of sacrifices to the Spring God will be even larger. At that time, there will be more deaths than now. One hundred, or even two hundred."

These words were not original by Tian Kuang himself. Before Changmin and others came, Tian Hao said the same words at home. He was sighing and looked worried. Anyway, they were all family members, so they just complained. However, in front of outsiders, especially adults older than him, Tian Kuang felt that he had to show a more mature side. He needed to show his ability and actively participate in more public affairs.

Boys have impulse stages that try their best to prove their own voice ability. Tianhao needs someone to act as his helper at this time. Tiankuang is very suitable for this role. He never thought that this was part of Tianhao's plan. Just like a little boy heard his father talk with his guests, he repeated the conversation in front of his friends as a show-off capital, so he showed that he was smarter and visionary than his peers.

Everyone was silent.

Tianshuang, who was sitting in the corner playing with joints, was affected. She stopped her hand and looked here with her dark eyes wide open, trying to see from her serious and indifferent faces what was going on.

After a long time, Tong Biao picked up the cup and drank a big sip of bitter black leaf tea. He stared at Tianhao with deep questions: "Ahao, when Fusong asked you to bring the document to the patriarch, he really wrote on it that our village would pay 80% of the grain share next year?"

A mature man would not believe rumors. Although Tong Biao was loyal to Tianhao in public, he had lived in the village with Fusong for many years. He had to find out the real answers to some things by himself.

Tianhao nodded seriously: "When he said this, Yonggang and the high priest were also present."

As he said that, he turned his body sideways, took out the small animal skin used as a document from the leather robe next to him, and handed it to Tong Biao: "You can see it yourself."

The swaying fire illuminated every word on the skin. Tong Biao stared at the skin, his hands trembling slightly. This movement quickly spread along his arms to his whole body, and even his eyes were infected, and he exuded uncontrollable anger in disbelief.

"So much food, and three thousand deer... I'm crazy, Fusong must be crazy!" This is the only reasonable explanation that Tong Biao could find for this terrible behavior.

Guoji is a calm man. He frowned: "This is to hand over all the food in our village. What will we eat in the future?"

"Fu Song, that damn bastard, is for himself!" Chang Min's eyes were irritated by anger and his voice was hoarse: "You all heard it during the sacrifice today. Fu Song did not pray to the Winter God for the peace of the village. He only thought that he had obtained his surname himself, and did not mention us a word."

These words instantly inspired Tong Biao. He immediately turned to Tianhao: "So, Fusong asked you to go to the clan city to deliver documents, promising that you would pay so much food to the next year, just to get a surname from the clan leader?"

Tianhao was very satisfied with the development of the situation. He nodded calmly: "Yes."

Tong Biao still retained a little humble expectation deep in his heart: "Did the patriarch agree?"

Tianhao shook his last glimmer of hope with a slow shake of his head: "The patriarch said, this is impossible."

Although it is not the original words of Niu Weibang, the leader of the Leiniu clan, it means similar. However, if you use different words to change the arrangement order, it will often produce special effects at critical moments.

Tianfeng, who was lying on the sickbed, sighed deeply and made a thoughtful voice: "I can't pay so much food to Fusong to get his surname. He will become more severe in the future, 90% or even all the harvests of that year... He will definitely do this."

The animal skin essay is real, and the words are placed in front of you in black and white.

There is no need for Tianhao to lie on such things. Moreover, it is very simple to confirm what he said just now. He dares to falsely pass on the command of the patriarch unless he is impatient.

Tong Biao's eyes were filled with unprecedented disappointment. He stared at the animal skin document held in his hand and groaned like a dying person who fell into the water: "Three thousand deer, we will have to pay so much food next year... What should we do?"

No one noticed Tianhao's eyes showing a scrutiny. He was quietly observing the changes on each person's face.

Tianhao holds a heavy card with decisive lethality in his hand.

The patriarch Niu Weibang has already said that he would not want the tribute from Panshi Village, and he would not be interested in the high amount of grain being handed over next year.

Tianhao did not make these things public. This will become the biggest bargaining chip for him to firmly gain a firm foothold in Panshi Village and firmly grasp the control of the village.

Sitting by the fire pit and feeling the heat released by the flames, Guoji felt that some terrible thoughts buried deep in his mind were instantly ignited.
Chapter completed!