The Heicheng Post-War Reconstruction Committee is located in the "Committee Tower" newly built in Heicheng. The Committee Tower directly utilizes abandoned Great Wall lift components to smash batches of obsidian and steel through deep processing of the depraved hammer to break out of the foundation and build the tower layer. Within two days, Zhang Hu'en was as tired as a dog, and finally tossed out the tower that looked rough but looked terrifyingly powerful...

In addition to the stairs, the tower has copied the design of the Great Wall lift. Two Supu giants acted as the power to transport the people on the high floors. Now there are people on each floor to decorate and improve the facilities. There are busy figures outside the tower. The committee meeting room is located on the top floor of the tower. They can see far away through the windows on the tower, and even see the smoke rising from the northern farmers on the edge of the forest.

Today is the committee's daily meeting. The gray-robed sects and barbarian sects who were sitting on both sides of the long table were quarreled for a whole morning without a result. Zhang Hu'en was originally sitting in the main seat and closed his eyes to rest. Suddenly, he stood up and grabbed the fallen hammer by the table and walked to the window. The two factions, who were still making noise, immediately shut up and watched Zhang Hu'en throw out the black hammer. After counting breaths, the black hammer returned to his hand. He didn't know that the unlucky rioter was in trouble again.

Zhang Hu'en walked back to the main seat of the long table and sat down, put the black hammer on the table, and then said:

"You guys continue, a group of guests, Benny, you bring the guards to greet them?"

"yes!"

Benny, who was sitting behind him, got up and left, asked curiously:

"Is it the person sent by the Duke of Northern Xinjiang to investigate?"

"Who knows, by the way, where did you just talk about it?"

When the barbarian elder Sanjin saw that Zhang Hu'en was finally energetic, he quickly stood up and said:

"We barbarians..."

"Note your words, the Sanjin Committee member, I have emphasized it many times. There is no distinction between barbarians and gray robes here."

"...Okay, I'll note next time that we have collected meat that can supply 50,000 people per week, but the Nine-toed Committee member's plan to raise food has not improved. He always has to divide 30% of the meat out of the committee. If this continues, our food cannot be served for a week, and it is very difficult for four days!"

"Yes, the main workers are giants, and they should give priority to the giants. Otherwise, once these big guys passively slacken in work, our reconstruction work will be delayed for a long time, and the cold winter is coming soon, and our houses and defense projects have only been completed by less than 30%, and they cannot withstand the severe cold and attacks from outsiders at all."

Nine-toed look at Zhang Hu'en. He found that he had returned to his half-dream and half-awake state. He immediately slapped the table and stood up, saying:

"Sanjin Member, Rosa, we have reclaimed no less than 1,400 acres of land in the past few days, and we are still reclaiming at a rate of about 100 acres every day. If we calculate based on the minimum yield of 400 kilograms of wheat per mu, we will be able to fully meet the mass production supply of 50,000 people by this time next year. If we are lucky, we can get some two-season food cookers from farmers in the northern Xinjiang. We can double the amount of grain storage next year."

"Don't explain to me the year. We will all starve to death next year. How can you solve the problem of food and fodder this year!"

"I have already sent a letter to the Duke of Northern Xinjiang for help, hoping that he can provide us with our winter food, and my people have already gone to the nearby area to purchase winter wheat. Maybe we can eat new food at the end of the year."

"I don't believe that the northern border jackals will provide us with 50,000 food and fodder."

Queen Hill said:

"Even if the jackal can be taken out, it will not be given to us. Since the threat from northern border has been lifted, there is no need for you or us to exist. Perhaps he is more willing to see an uninhabited far north than a potential threat like us."

The new member Baibei also agreed with this point. He had an eye mask on his face. Although he was still so gentle, there was obviously a bit of cruelty in his single eyes, and he said:

"Our situation is worrying. Since there is no threat, no one wants to have an additional unstable factor in the north. I think the messenger sent by the Duke of Northern Xinjiang may bring an ultimatum. Those with better luck, such as members of the Nine-toed members, members of the Steel-legged members, members of the Iron Skull, and members of the Dingqiao to seek a free and vacant position for retirement. It is hard to say that those of us will become slaves if we are not lucky."

Zhang Hu'en's half-closed eyes opened, and he knocked on the table and said:

"There is no need to discuss this. The committee will not surrender to the Duke of Northern Xinjiang, nor will it surrender to Ou Langjie III. We will manage the land we have built ourselves and do business. We welcome you to grab things and kill them all!"

"Yes, kill them all!"

Sanjin and Rosa immediately raised their hands to agree. Anyway, we are now strong and we can rob his grandmother of the horse if we really don’t have food. Jiuzhi and Brinita looked at each other and saw the ambitions in each other's eyes. So the real power figures in the two factions expressed their attitudes:

"Since that's the case, we will be polite first and then soldiers. If we don't give food and grass, our army will go south to grab money, grab food, and grab women!"

"Get money, grab food, grab women!"

All the members of the entire conference table (except Hill and Zhang Hu'en) raised their arms high and issued a slogan of declaring war. Norris, who came to sit behind Zhang Hu'en, also howled. The Donghai people have always been very enthusiastic about stealing things, especially the things from the Xihai people.

Zhang Hu'en felt that this was the only way to get through the difficulties for the sake of the present plan. So he was about to make an agreement to go south when a knock on the door came to an outside.

"Come in!"

The heroic Benny led Sir William with an ugly face in. Behind Sir William, Ace's face was also gray. Only Tirien, the little slut, nodded to everyone with a smile, as if the slogan they had just heard had nothing to do with him.

"I am Sir William, the commander of the Imperial Guards of the October Dynasty. Who are you in charge here?"

Sir William was too lazy to be polite to these savages. He raised his nose and proudly hung the members with his eyes. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

Zhang Hu'en looked at William with his head tilted, thinking that how could this golden robe dare to be stupid here? Is the officials of Dengqiao so ignorant?

"No one answered, why, there is no one in charge..."

A dark war hammer suddenly stood in front of his face, and a breath of death came from the hammer head. William was so scared that he swallowed the rest of the words back into his stomach. The black hammer slowly floated back to Zhang Hu'en's hand, and he smiled and said:

"We are having a meeting. Can we meet you noble people after we finish the meeting?"

The members around all burst into laughter, making Sir William's pretty face so shameless. Tirien walked to Zhang Hu'en with a smile and said in a low voice:

"He is too young and doesn't know the importance of it. Please continue, I apologize for him. I am here to express my condolences to the brave men on the Great Wall."

Zhang Hu'en looked at Tiruan's condition and found that the dwarf's acting skills included an institution expert, a city-building expert, a fortune-making maniac, an army-based expert, and other necessary qualifications that a prime minister or general should have. Moreover, his subconscious mind is agile thinking, perseverance, and his characteristics also include erudition and talent, and extremely strong curiosity. This is a completely mobile supercomputer with flesh and blood!

"It's okay, Mr. Tirion, right? Norris brought a chair for Mr., right. Just next to me, Mr. can attend our meeting, even if he wants to speak."

"I object that he is from the October dynasty and does not have the qualifications of a commissioner."

Brinita was the first to object. He had a bad impression of the little demon. And from his short figure, he could see a familiar and threatening aura, so he became restless, and his eyes that stared at the little demon began to turn red. Tirien was a little surprised and looked at the chair that Norris brought. He didn't know whether to go up or not.

In his heart, there was always a grief that a hero was useless. He always thought that no one appreciated him and no one dared to use him, otherwise the weak Xihai would definitely not be like this now. Zhang Hu'en was the first person in power to show kindness to him. Well, he was just a person in power who had real power in the desolate extreme north. However, he had never felt this feeling of respect for him when he first arrived.

Zhang Hu'en glared at Brinita and thought to himself, you are a sinister villain who is waiting to die but refuses to give advice to me, now you are anxious, and you speak:

"I agree to list Mr. Tiruyan as the tenth committee member, whoever is dissatisfied..."

The black hammer suddenly hit the corner of the table, and a piece of wood chips exploded, making Brinita's face even more ugly. Zhang Hu'en left his seat, walked to the little demon himself, stretched out his right hand and said:

"Sir, please sit down!"

The little demon climbed up to the seat and found that the position was short. The committee members around him looked at the little demon who only showed half his head in the seat, and burst into laughter. However, Tirian was indeed worthy of being a smart person. He smiled and said:

"It's worthy of being the northern style. Even the table is so big, I can just stand and listen."

Seeing Tiruian standing on the chair, Zhang Hu'en originally wanted to bring him a wine barrel and let him sit on the chair, but to avoid hitting him, it would be fine.

"Okay, repeat the topic just now. Our food and grass need to be solved first. The question is, will the Duke of Northern Xinjiang agree?"

Everyone didn't respond and looked at the little demon, thinking about what answer could this little slut with a bad appearance. Seeing that everyone was looking at him and knew that they had discussed it many times, Tiruan cleared his throat and said:

"As an outsider, I will talk about my opinions for your reference... First of all, northern Xinjiang is not a grain-producing land. Duke Milder needs to buy 30% to 40% of the grain from several large families in the valley every year, so it is impossible for you to get 50,000 winter rations from him, because the minimum daily rations for 50,000 people are about 3,000 pounds. There are still six months left to the end of winter, and at least 540,000 pounds of grain."

The prophecy of 540,000 kilograms of food was like a mountain pressing on everyone's hearts. Seeing that everyone's faces turned blue, Tiruan was afraid that they would go crazy and rob the northern border again. He was not wary and did not want to see the country fall into war, so he continued to explain:

"The seven major families in the valley produce more than 10 million kilograms of grain annually. Weikeley and Egan each collected eight million kilograms of grain last year. Even the Ailin family, the worst terrain, produced about 4.5 million kilograms of grain annually, and they couldn't finish it. Just take it out and trade it. In fact, you have a lot of supplies they need, obsidian, iron ore, fur and cattle and sheep, and even the mountain of wood outside, they need them, and these resources are very expensive in the valley. Basically, a truck of iron ore can exchange for about 8,000 kilograms of grain for ten trucks."

When everyone heard this, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that it would not be that difficult. A few old guys who were careful in calculations quickly began to calculate, and the Sanjin Elder who had calculated the first one spoke:

"70-car iron ore is enough. It's so good. Now our iron ore farm can produce about ten iron ore every day. So when will we set off?"

"If only the iron ore is pulled over, the price will be lowered by the middlemen. The contractors are very low, so I suggest pulling the iron ore, fur, cattle, sheep, and wood in batches, so that it can not only meet the needs of the valley, but also maintain a reasonable price."

"... Will the Duke of Jackal let our convoy go? These are strategic materials, and no Duke will allow it to flow out."

Brinita raised a sharp question, which Zhang Huen wanted to ask. He nodded at Brinita with satisfaction. How great it would be if this scheming guy was willing to put his mind on the right path!

"I can be responsible for this trade as your middleman, and I forgot to introduce myself. My full name is Tirien Lannister, who is the wife of His Majesty Orange III, the younger brother of Queen Annis Lannister. I believe that in my capacity, the Duke will not be out of the net, and I have tax-free privileges. I can save a lot of money."

Everyone looked at the little demon with admiration again, but a strange feeling surged in Zhang Hu'en's heart. The little demon said this, is he trying to escape? So Zhang Hu'en decided:

"It's settled, Lord Tiruan rarely comes to the far north. Norris, Benny, you two should accompany you around the Great Wall. Remember, accompany him throughout the whole process, and even someone must take care of him when sleeping and going to the toilet!"

The little devil looked at Zhang Hu'en with a look of surprise. He was not a fool. Zhang Hu'en said so plainly that he clearly wanted to put himself under house arrest!

"Chairman, I can actually..."

"It's decided that anyone dares to talk about it again? My hammer doesn't know him!"

After glanced at the black hammer on Zhang Hu'en's corner of the table, Tirien could only shake his head and accept his fate. Benny and Norris besieged the little devil down to rest, Zhang Hu'en looked at the two people standing in the corner of the wall and said to the golden robe first:

"That jazz, go back and report your life. Just say that peace has been restored to the extreme north. The gray robe and the barbarians are as close as a family. Such a great contribution is worth a million kilograms of food and grass, right? Ask your Majesty to send it here quickly, the hungry people are very crazy."

"You... OK, I'll go back and report now!"

Seeing that the situation was stronger than others, Sir William did not dare to ask for the little demon back, so he could only be escorted back along the way by the barbarian warriors. He was so sad that he had gone to the golden robe before, and he was served with good wine and meat everywhere. Only when he came this shit committee, he didn't even give him a sip of water, and he ordered the guests to be driven away. Sir William stood on the lift, thinking that he would complain if he went back and asked His Majesty to eliminate all these rebels. As for the little demon, no one liked it, and he threw it here to fend for himself, perhaps taking advantage of the Queen's wish.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Hu'en looked at the restrained Ace, and Ace hurriedly said:

"I'm here to be a gray robe."

"oh......"

Zhang Hu'en looked at his condition and knew that he was Mild's illegitimate son, and said with a smile:

"Then follow me, I'm in gray robe too."

After Ace ordered him to settle down, the room began to discuss how to trade, how many guards to send or what goods to bring. Zhang Hu'en buckled the desktop with his fingernails to signal quiet. After everyone saw it, he said:
Chapter completed!