The hall was quiet.

Gangdian completely forgot the bleeding whip on his back. He kept kneeling on one knee and turning his head to the right. His eyes were wide open under his thick and black eyebrows. His lips, driven by shock, were not very wide open, but they could not close. You could see the edges of his white teeth.

Liangdong no longer struggled, and occasionally twisted his legs and feet and just wanted to change positions so that his body that was pressed was not so painful. The discomfort of stuffing the wooden block into his mouth was still strong, and he could not control the saliva flowing outward along the corner of his mouth. There seemed to be an invisible eraser in his mind, gradually wiping away his anger, and dullness occupied more and more places.

The hostility in Niu Weibang's eyes disappeared significantly, replaced by thinking, and even showed some appreciation. Of course, he remembered this young man named Tianhao, but he didn't expect that he hadn't seen him for a year, and the other party reappeared in this way.

Wu Peng stared at Tianhao with his old and turbid eyes, as if he wanted to see through him.

After a long time, the national teacher made a plain voice: "You are very smart. At least what you are saying at the moment makes me feel smooth and there are no loopholes. But there is one thing I don't understand: Since you have guessed so much, why didn't you lead troops to seal the gate of the north of Mengxiang Village at that time? At the front and back, no deer people could run away."

"When observing the back mountain of Mengxiang Village, I noticed that the king army sent from Qinglong Village did not use rockets." Tianhao's voice was a little low, sounding like a tone of awe: "This means that in addition to people, we can get more in this battle of victory. But the situation quickly changed. More and more Deer people escaped from the village from the north gate, and they even lit a fire in their own village. If my people join the battle, seal the north gate, and wait until Mengxiang Village is captured, they will definitely have much less harvest than they are now."

"That's equivalent to forcing the Deer people into a dead end. Desperate people can do anything. They are a group of madmen, killing their own people first and then committing suicide." Tianhao is very sure of this: "This is not the result we want."

The hall fell silent again.

Niu Weibang secretly glanced at Wu Peng anxiously. The old national master said nothing, his face as cold and serious as a tree bark. Now, Tianhao has made the whole story very clear and organized. Niu Weibang's anger has long disappeared. He is very glad that he has such a smart subordinate and also appreciates Tianhao's vision. In contrast, Liang Dong, who had previously thought he was a powerful general... was simply useless waste.

During the silence, Tianhao felt that the attitude of the national guru Wu Peng had changed.

The old man wrapped in a fur is actually very thin. His eagle-like eyes no longer show a sharp and intimidating momentum, but instead becomes gentle, with a bit of indescribable warmth.

"Stand up." A smile appeared on his iceberg-like face: "Get closer and let me take a look at you."

Tianhao stood up as he said, walked a few steps forward, and stood under the steps with the essential etiquette.

"Panshi Village..." Wu Peng slowly recited it, searching for the name deep in his mind, and looked at Tianhao with a more careful look: "What position are you now? Five hundred people? Or thousand people?"

This is not a random guess. As a national teacher, Wu Peng knows the situation of most of the cities within the Niu Clan. Compared with what Tian Hao said before, Wu Peng thinks that this young man should be at least 500 people.

"There are hundreds of people below." Tianhao lowered his head and answered respectfully.

"Hundred-person heads?" Even Wu Peng, who was extremely cunning, was surprised by this. He was stunned for a moment: "Are you just a hundred-person heads?"

Niu Weibang came over from the side and whispered, raised his hand and pointed at Tian Haoxu: "Panshi Village is a small village with a population of just over 100. Last winter, their former leader died of illness and the elders in the village recommended him to succeed him."

"...Hundred People Small Village?" Wu Peng sat upright, put away the smile that had just appeared on his face, and asked seriously: "Where do you get so much food?"

Before Tianhao could answer, Wu Peng increased his inquiry: "You have said before that you have exchanged more than 400 people from Qinglong Village. What exchange do you use?"

"We went up the mountain to hunt, and we could catch some fish from the beach." Tianhao thought for a while and decided not to cover it up: "We also raised a lot of hens, and now there is no shortage of food in the village."

" Raise chickens?" This is a new topic, and Wu Peng suddenly became interested in it: "How many chickens have you raised?"

"A few thousand!" Tianhao smiled and gave a general number: "Eight thousand, maybe nine thousand."

Wu Peng and Niu Weibang took a breath at the same time and said in unison: "So many?"

"We have to find something for the elderly and children in the village." Tianhao spread his hands and said helplessly: "They are either too old or too young to do heavy work, and they cannot hunt and fish with the men. If the village wants to develop, everyone must do their part."

The national master looked at Tianhao with deep eyes. He suddenly realized that this was deliberately distracting himself. However, things were so wonderful. Everything the young leader said was full of charm. Whether it was the previous roundup of the deer people or the hens hens he talked about now, Wu Peng became curious about the distant Panshi Village.

"You came to Leijiao City this time not just to offer those deer people, right?" Wu Peng asked seriously.

Tianhao nodded and took out another small animal skin from his pocket: "The number of villagers in Panshizhai exceeds thousands, and the priests and elders publicly recommend me to be the head of a thousand people, and I hope the king will approve it."

"Thousands of people?" When I took the skin, Niu Weibang, the head of the Leiniu tribe, was stunned: "There were only about 200 people in Panshi Village last winter. How could this year increase so much?"

Tianhao's answer is very simple: "We exchanged for food."

Niu Weibang subconsciously glanced at Liang Dong who was held down by the guards under the steps: "Including the more than 400 people from Qinglong Village?"

Tianhao smiled and shook his head: "Not included."

Wu Peng asked bluntly: "To put an accurate number, how many people are there in Panshi Village now?"

"Two thousand three, no counting."

"How is this possible?" Niu Weibang, who was extremely shocked, suddenly stood up from the throne. His breathing became basic, his nostrils widened, and the huge voice of losing his composure echoed in the hall, and he pointed at Tianhao with a trembling finger: "Last year... only a year... two thousand three... wait, you say, tell me honestly, what have you done?"

Everyone's eyes focused on Tianhao. He spread his hands and looked calm: "I just did what a leader should do. Let the people in the village eat and let them have clothes to wear."

"This is impossible!" Niu Weibang took a deep breath, and his broad shoulders fluttered up and down with his body trembling slightly: "It's only been since last year, no...I don't think it's true."

Reason told him that everything was true. But Niu Weibang was really unacceptable to the pride of being a tribal leader.

"If you have any words, even if it is fake, others can't escape here." Wu Peng's eyes were as sharp as a blade. He raised his hand and pressed Niu Weibang's arm, signaling him to sit down.

He could understand Niu Weibang's incompetence.

The population growth rate of northern barbarians is actually not slow. Women's pregnancy period is short, and children are considered adults at the age of ten. Eleven or two-year-old women are busy carrying dolls in all cities. Men bear heavy physical labor, and the burden on women should be lighter. Throughout the year, the biggest goal is to eat enough and wear warm clothes.

Very simple, yet extremely luxurious.

In the eyes of the whites who occupied the southern part of the mainland, the northern barbarians were a whole. In fact, the tribes were intrigue and wars of different scales broke out. They all wanted to obtain technology and exchange cooperation. The leaders of various tribes have been clamoring for hundreds of years, but they are still at the superficial stage. No one is a fool, and everyone wants to get more, using this as the basis for ruling each other.

Take the cattle tribe as an example. There are deer tribes, tiger tribes, lion tribes, and eagles around their residence... The city walls located in the central tribe are in the best condition, and there will be no threat of war. The crops in the fields can ensure harvest. The city walls located in the marginal areas are different. They may be attacked by other tribes at any time. In severe cases, the city will be destroyed and people will die.

The Dragon Lock Pass is a balance point, and all tribes will draw the most elite warriors to guard there to guard against threats from the south of the continent. This is just a superficial cooperation. On the premise of ensuring the safety of the pass, the tribes still fight non-stop privately and disputes continue.

Except for the Lion tribe, all other tribes do not have enough food to eat. The Lion tribe claims that this is because they have mastered superb farming techniques. In fact, they have better crop varieties than other tribes, and there are two crucial things.

Corn, and potatoes.

Wu Peng and the King of the Cow Tribe have always wanted to change this situation. They have tried many methods. However, the Lion King's attitude is very tough: the weapons created by the Cow Tribe can be exchanged for cornmeal and potato flour, no matter how many. But once the seeds of these two crops are mentioned, there is absolutely no negotiation.

Every year, many people of the cattle tribe starve to death.

The barbarians have a large appetite. Even if they are located in the tribal residential areas and are not affected by the war, the annual harvest is only enough. They can barely maintain it. Even the tribal capital Heijiao City, under the painstaking management of the national master Wu Peng for many years, has only had half a year of surplus grain.

Panshi Village is not far from Qinglong Village. Judging from the regional division, it also belongs to the tribal boundary. In such a region, the population growth rate is extremely slow, and it is already very good to maintain a 10% annual growth rate. Last year, more than 200 people suddenly increased by more than 2,000 this year... If this kind of thing is true, it would be a miracle.

Wu Peng questioned Tianhao's instinct. But the young man's identity as a "witch performer" made him hesitate. "Honest" is a necessary quality for a witch, not to mention that he carefully looked at the small animal skin that Tianhao took out before, covered with the priest's unique fire lacquer symbol, which could not be faked.

After a brief thought, Wu Peng quickly made a decision.

He stood up from the chair, glanced around with his majestic gaze, and his eyes settled on Tianhao.

"Let's go, take me to your village to have a look."

The decision of the national teacher surprised everyone. Niu Weibang was unprepared for this, and he subconsciously stopped him: "Great national teacher, this is probably..."

Wu Peng raised his hand and interrupted him: "The snow has stopped. Calculate the time. Winter is almost over. It is not easy for me to come from Heikko City. I just took this opportunity to walk around your territory."

He then looked at Tianhao: "Young man, you'd better not lie. Vanity and identity halos are indeed important, but they often kill people. I can give you a chance: If you were making up just now, as long as you admit it now, I will order your tongue to be cut off and your life will be saved. But if I arrive at your village and see that the status quo is not what you said at all, I will let you bear the cruelest punishment."

Niu Weibang nodded with a serious expression: "It's impossible to cut into pieces if you cut a thousand knives."

Tianhao raised his head and walked sideways to the side, making way for a spacious enough passage: "You will see."

...

A team of fierce cavalry walked out of Leijiao City.

The horse's height is similar to that of the giant-horned deer, and its appearance is not much different from that of the civilization era. There is horse's mane on the back of the neck and hard feet under the feet. The knights are also equipped with saddles, and they turn on the horse in steel stirrups, and line up neatly.

The number of cavalry is not large, about 200 people. The city and villages will provide food and food along the way, and there is no need to worry about supply.

Tianhao did not bring the deer prisoners to Leijiao City. In this cold weather, a long journey with thousands of elderly and weak people would lead to a large number of personnel reductions. He just expressed his attitude within the effective time and offered prisoners. According to the plan, a large number of prisoners of war left Panshi Village and went to Leijiao City. This matter must be carried out in the spring when ice melts and snow melts.

The feeling of riding a horse for the first time was very wonderful. For some reason, Tianhao felt that the variegated horse under his crotch was afraid of himself. It was very quiet and did not have the madness that a wild beast should have.

Gangdian was next to Tianhao. Although he was punished, he was Niu Weibang's guard captain after all. He kept in mind the king's order: he always stared at this kid. If he wanted to escape, he would catch me immediately.

There were too many doubtful and unkind eyes from around him, and Tianhao could only smile at this. He knew that nothing was useful to say now, and only when he arrived at Panshi Village, was his home court.

...

When the sun rose, Wu Peng saw the tall tower standing in the distance.

It is made of stones, filled with mud and dust in the middle. This is a common method for northern barbarians to build cities, but I didn't expect to see it in the remote border areas of the Niu tribe.

People living in small villages usually don’t spend the effort to do this. They care more about food and would rather spend a lot of time out hunting.

Tianhao drove his horse to Wu Peng's car and bowed sideways: "Tell me to go to the front to inform me, otherwise the people in the village will see so many soldiers and the situation is unknown, and they will shoot arrows."
Chapter completed!