Tian Kuang stood at the door, watching Haoping drag his two pockets onto the slide, and quickly left with dozens of men who were escorting women. He left countless messy footprints on the snow, and there were also deep crushing marks.

Tianhao walked out of the house, looked up at the group of guests who were about to disappear from the direction of Xinjianzhaimen in the distance, and asked lightly: "All the women sent from Qinglong Village have been arranged?"

"It's arranged." Tian Kuang withdrew his gaze and turned around: "Three, I'm here to tell you about this. This business is a loss! You didn't see what those women were hungry. The broth we prepared was snatched away by them in just a few minutes. They all shouted that they didn't eat enough and opened their mouths to ask for it."

Tianhao nodded calmly: "I guess it's the same. Liangdong won't let them eat."

"They haven't eaten for three days." The magnificent Tiankuang sighed rarely: "I used to think it's natural to kill the elderly and children when I had no food. Now think about it... If this kind of thing falls on myself, I really can't accept it."

"Tell Ayan and Amei that they will bring people to cook some noodle soup for the new woman, chop the dried fish and mix it in." Tianhao maintained a cold tone: "Don't be too many, give each person a bowl, otherwise they will be suffocated to death. Let's exchange them for food. If they die, it will be worth it."

Tian Kuang nodded and clenched his huge fist hard. He leaned close to Tianhao and asked in a low voice: "Lao San, when will Qinglong Village and Mengxiang Village fight?"

"It's not now anyway." Tianhao looked at the rolling ridgeline in the north with his hands behind his back: "Before the food Haoping exchanged from us was transported back, Liangdong would not send troops. He is a person with a small vision and structure. Even if he can get support from other places, he will not give up even a little benefit."

Tian Kuang was a little strange: "Have you met Liangdong?"

Tianhao turned his head and his eyes fell on Tian Kuang: "How is that possible? I have never been to Qinglong Village."

"Then why did you say..."

Tianhao directly interrupted Tiankuang's question: "If it were me, I would have a few good meals for the sold women and then give each of them a new clothes. The short-term difficulty does not mean that this will always be like this. If a village wants to develop, the key is the population. Let them remember the benefits of the original village, so that they will never forget the original village even if they are sold. One day, when they feel desperate about life in the new village, they will sneak back."

Tian Kuang suddenly realized, and he touched his bare head: "Is this why you asked those women to bring food to their respective villages to visit relatives?"

Tianhao looked at him calmly: "We are living better now than before, this is the advantage of Panshi Village. Who will know when you close the door? No one believes it when you say it verbally. Others must see the real benefits and let them know that all this is true. Only in this way can we attract more people to join us."

When Tian Kuang laughs, he always grins, revealing almost the entire upper and lower teeth: "This is what you usually say "envious, jealous and hatred"? I can understand envy, jealousy is normal, but hate... Third brother, what you mean, is he going to fight with the surrounding villages?"

Tianhao laughed, his whole shoulder trembling in the flaunting laughter: "What should come, it will always come."

...

Trouble and chaos are like an old friend, and they always appear in the same place at the same time.

Hundreds of hungry and cold women and children were just resettled. When Tianhao issued orders, the guards on the alert tower sent a message: On the road east of Panshi Village to the direction of the royal city, a large group of fully armed strangers appeared.

Tianhao hurried to the east of the village with the guards, standing on the tall village wall, not too far away, he recognized a familiar face.

The leader of the Wanche Village, Xiongkui.

He was wearing a thick bearskin robe, covered with all-steel chest-protecting armor, and placed the long-handled battle axe on the ground, holding the handle of the axe with both hands, staring at this side with cold eyes.

Tian Kuang's eyes were burning with bloodthirsty flames. He held the battle axe tightly and kept moving his shoulders and neck joints, making a "crackling" sound of joints, and shouting with indescribable excitement: "These guys seem to be here to fight. Very good. I want to cut off their heads and make the skull into a bowl for drinking."

Tianhao glanced at his second brother, whose warfare was filled with all over his body, and ordered his confidant Changlin, who was standing behind him: "Tell me my order and the whole village is on guard. In addition, send someone out and ask what they want to do?"

Xiongkui brought not many people, about 300. Although they were all strong men with helmets and armor, the number was too small. If the other party wanted to rely on this little force to capture Panshi Village, it could only be said that Xiongkui was a brainless idiot.

The last time the heavy crossbows were set up at the commanding heights around the Huanche Village, the situation of comprehensive suppression of heavy crossbows would never happen in Panshi Village. There is no nearby hill above the towers in the village. Tianhao's construction plan for the village is completely based on the prism. The towers rely on each other, and the civilian residential areas are far away from the outer combat area. With the current technological means of the barbarians in the north, it is impossible to create siege weapons that exceed this range.

The sent out people came back soon and brought unexpected news: "The leaders of the three villages, Huanchezhai, Qingyuanzhai and Zhangpuzhai, were all outside. They asked to come in and said there was something important to discuss."

It is impossible to come in, otherwise Tianhao would not have set up a spacious reception room outside the village wall.

Since we are going to talk, let’s talk!

Everyone belongs to the Leiniu tribe. If it weren't for the overwhelming hatred of killing his father and destroying the family, there would be no reason to fight with a single disagreement.

A few minutes later, Tianhao walked into the reception room with his entourage and saw three village leaders sitting next to the fire pit.

Yifeng, the leader of Qingyuan Village, is a middle-aged man in his forties. Although he is tall, he is very thin. His narrow face looks quite gentle. He is a little curious about Tianhao with his short hair. He stares at him for nearly five seconds before smiling and stretches out his hand: "It is said that the new leader of Panshi Village is very young, but he didn't expect it to be beyond my expectations."

Tianhao politely held the other person's hand, and a faint smile on his face that was the same as the other person's skin level as the other person: "Hello."

He then turned to the burly middle-aged man sitting on Xiongkui's left: "Are you the leader of Jianping in Zhangpu Village?"

They have the same identities as each other, so there is no need to use honorific words.

Jianping stood up slowly, looked at Tianhao up and down with a picky look, slowly stretched out his hand, snatched it lightly, and then let it go.

Tianhao turned around and ordered Changlin: "Supply tea to the guests."
Chapter completed!