For the hungry, a bowl of sweet yellow rice porridge and a bowl of broth mixed with minced meat can defeat all fears and insecurity.

More than 1,000 villagers and homeless people, amid the bright long knives and fierce eyes, obediently lined up in several long lines, taking turns to receive the food, and the steaming yellow rice porridge and broth just arrived, they couldn't wait to pour it into their stomachs, even if their mouths and tongues hurt, they refused to spit out a drop of soup and a grain of rice.

Those who finished eating early gathered not far away to watch, and those who had not yet taken their turn kept stepping on their feet and looking.

No one dared to mess around, and the corpses piled up everywhere outside the village told them that this group of people who appeared out of nowhere were ruthless characters who killed people without blinking.

The water washed out of more than a dozen horses is enough to weigh thousands of catties, plus bones, enough for thousands of people to eat, but Qin Chuan said that giving a bowl is a bowl, and he refuses to give more.

You have to be a person and do things in a proper manner.

After everyone had eaten the yellow rice porridge and broth, it was time to work, and thousands of corpses were piled up outside Mengjiazhuang, and now there were finally people buried them by hand.

As the saying goes, the cannibals have a short mouth, and the villagers didn't complain too much, and obediently moved the corpses to the distant wasteland to dig a pit and bury them.

After burying the corpse, repairing the gate and building the courtyard wall, etc., he was busy until noon, and after another person rubbed a bowl of yellow rice porridge in Qinchuan, the villagers ran home to get sacks and baskets.

They want to borrow grain from the Meng family.

This can make Song Zhiting so busy that he is dizzy, among the thirty-eight old bandits in Jiujishan, he alone can calculate the scriptures and know how to write, and the IOUs of more than 100 tenants are all written by him.

The tenants took the literate man to help them read the IOU, and when they heard that it was written in black and white that they would not receive a single profit, they pressed their handprints excitedly.

On the gatehouse, Meng Guiming's heart was dripping blood.

He thought to himself that in a few years, the Meng family's nearly 10,000 acres of fertile land and huge family property would definitely be ruined by the surnamed Qin.

A thief is a thief, and I don't know how hard it is for ordinary people to save their families.

Of course, Qin Chuan is not as stupid as Meng Guiming.

His abacus had already been laid, he wanted to quietly visit the fields of the Du family and King Ninghua, and get all the more than 18,000 acres of fertile land in the Loufu Valley.

The method that is both simple and clear, and bloodless, is to let no one in Lou Fu Town farm for the Du family and King Ninghua.

The first step is to encircle the tenants and farmers of the two families and ask them to come and help them farm the land.

If they owe the Du family and the king of Ninghua money and grain, they can help them pay it back, of course, not with money and grain, but with knives.

When no one helps them farm, the Du family and King Ninghua can only find people from other places to plant, and when their people come, Lou Fu Town will make a lot of trouble, until no one dares to come.

When the time comes, the Du family and King Ninghua will definitely be in a hurry to sell the land.

Including the more than 9,000 acres of land of the Meng family, Qin Chuan didn't want to hire people to plant, nor did he want to hire long-term and short-term workers to plant, he just wanted to tie those croppers to himself in a boat, and give all of them to the tenants to plant, and only collect rent for himself.

At present, when the cattle and farming tools are not in order, a laborer can plant six or seven acres of land at most, and each tenant can plant about 20 acres of land with an average of two to three laborers, and his more than 9,000 acres of land can only be planted by 500 tenants.

In addition to the villagers of Lou Fu Town, he also has to collect more displaced people, the fertile land can be planted in the mountains, and the mountains can be cultivated after the mountains are planted.

The premise is to solve the problem of irrigation water.

After the villagers happily carried back the grain, Qin Chuan asked those homeless people to be carefully screened again, and then asked Song Zhiting to register them one by one, and settled in many houses in Waizhuang.

Among the more than 400 displaced people, there are more than 200 thin young and strong, many old, weak, sick and disabled died on the way to find something to eat, and those who can survive are not bad except for being thin, and they only need to raise their strength for a short time and will naturally come back.

Qin Chuan was not in a hurry to select the source of troops from them, and raised them for a few days first.

On the day Bashan Tiger attacked the village, there were dozens of nursing homes that were injured but not dead, but only a dozen survived in the end, Qin Chuan did not kill these people, but used bright long knives and fragrant broth to temporarily deal with each other as he dealt with those villagers.

In the future, it is not too late for anyone who wants to jump and slaughter again.

As for a few women who were lucky enough not to die, Qin Chuan planned to use them for laundry and cooking, and asked Song Zhiting to coax them every once in a while, among all the old bandits in Jiuji Mountain, Song Zhiting, a half-hung military division, spoke quite elegantly, and the others picked up knives and scolded their mothers at every turn, which was not suitable for women's pacification work.

Among those women, there was a young lady of the Meng family, who was Meng Guiming's niece, who was quite handsome, but her temper was a little big, and she thought that she was still the daughter of a big family.

In Liu Youzhu's words, the skin stripped is no different from the big-footed woman who goes to the field to farm, and she doesn't play music with Lao Tzu.

Qin Chuan had nothing to do, and when his subordinates were busy, he stood on the top of the gatehouse, looking at the undulating Luliang Mountains all around, and his mood was a little commotional.

Lou Fu is not a good piece of land, too small and too poor.

However, if you add Lan County in the west and Jingle in the north, it should be regarded as a good territory.

This triangular area is the center of the Luliang Mountains, which are generally low and gentle, with the Fen River and its tributaries running through it, and the land suitable for cultivation is not only the Loufu Valley, but also the small plain of the Luliang Mountains, which has a large area of fertile land.

This area is also a good place to raise horses, especially the Yunding Mountain in the east of Lou Fu, there is a large subalpine meadow on the high mountain at an altitude of 2,000 meters, and the Tang Dynasty specially set up a horse herding supervisor here, which is the main source of war horses for the border army in the Tang Dynasty.

The territory of the Ming Dynasty was larger than that of the Tang Dynasty, and the horse market was set up in western Sichuan and western Yunnan, and the military horse farm was set up in the Hexi Corridor, and after trading with Mongolia, the source of the Ming Dynasty's war horses was Tibetan horses and Mongolian horses, and several horse farms in the Luliang Mountains slowly declined.

In these years, there are war horses that can come and go freely, and they have a good taste for the robbery habits of the gang of old bandits in Jiuji Mountain.

Moreover, in the triangle of Lou Fan and Lan County, there are only three roads that can be used by the army, north to Ningwu Pass, east to Taiyuan, and west to Linxian County, all of which are dangerous and difficult to defend and difficult to attack.

Although he is a little poor, he can get rich through his labor, and most importantly, this is a good place to be the king of the mountain.

When he was racking his brains to recall the spring snow in Qinyuan, and wanted to learn from Song Zhiting to pose and chant a poem, a knight suddenly appeared in Qin Chuan's sight, which was the sentry he let out.

"The big boss, a group of people came to the north, it seems to be the gang of officials yesterday, and one of them claims to be the master of Jingle Zhi County, saying that he wants to make a deal with the big boss." The sentinel ran near and shouted.

Qin Chuan couldn't help laughing, he was thinking about whether to send someone to send the two hundred heads to Taiyuan.

Not everyone has the same pig head as Han Mao, there are still smart people.

"Where's the person?" Qin Chuan asked.

"Ten miles to the north, I guess I don't dare to come over, wait for me to reply over there."

"Heh, you go and tell the master, just say that we are all kind and simple people, and invite him to come and talk."

"Okay."