For Tian Yu, although he lost more than 100,000 people in Youzhou, these people were originally snatched back from Wu Huan, and it was not too much of a loss if he couldn't get it back, and his fire was openly picked out by Wang Hou's Liangzi, and everyone in the court knew in the future that Yiyang Taishou and Qingzhou Mu would not deal with each other, so as long as Wang Hou was still squatting outside the pass in the future, his position in Youzhou would not be shaken.

But for Wang Hou, it really hurts, 100,000 households, one household is almost ten acres of land, although there are no tools on the grassland, the wheat is not fertilized, the harvest is not too much, and even a part of the war horses of Cao's army like locusts are gnawed, but how can you make hundreds of thousands of stone grain, and the autumn harvest is enough, to feed the 100,000 people.

Now it's all gone, either cut or burned!

What especially makes Wang Hou uncomfortable is that even if he rushes back, he can only watch Tian Yu cut and burn it, now this is still Liucheng, the old land of Wuhuan, and it is not his Wang Hou's black port, people are justifiably guarding against the comeback of Wuhuan, the same rules of the game, Wang Hou can only stare dryly.

Along with him, there were more than 100,000 foreign Hanmin who came back with him, seeing that the fruits of his hard work for more than half a year were clicked by a knife, and that feeling was no less than being stabbed in the heart by a small knife.

There were even impulsive young people, with red eyes, who wanted to rush forward and fight with those Youzhou soldiers and horses, so panicked that the soldiers of the Liaodong Brigade guarding the periphery hurriedly took their guns in front of them, forming a human wall and blocking the irritable sergeants back.

Spring planting and summer are long, a drop of sweat falls to the ground and falls eight petals, and it takes 100,000 manpower, but it is destroyed, eight thousand people and horses, not even in the evening, it is all ruined, looking at the wheat seedlings that have been cut down and crooked, and the angry old face is trembling, Wang Hou who rushed over, Tian Yu also gently shook his sleeves, and politely hugged his fist.

"Tian confessed to Wang Zhoumu, there were many offenses the day before yesterday, and the household registration of Youzhou in the hometown of Wuhuan is used by Yu Jun to make amends!"

Wang Hou pulled away all the strong guys who could run and jump, and this time he didn't give him one if he was not lame and blind, there were only 1,000 people left in Liucheng, Tian Yu was dashing and abandoned, and by the way, he was angry Wang Hou, sure enough, an old face was blue with anger, and the corners of his mouth were trembling, and Wang Hou responded with a fist in a sad response.

"Thank you Mr. Tian for ......!"

"In the bitter cold land outside the Saiwai, please ask the state pastor! Tian said goodbye! ”

"Congratulations to ......, congratulations to ...... Tian Taishou! ”

I really admire Tian Yu for taking it and putting it down, behind the land of Liucheng, which is still emitting black smoke, in the thin smoke screen, the people who lost the household registration last night are thickly piled there, looking at it with their eyes open, but if they lose it, they will lose it, and he will no longer be angry about it. With a smile on his face, he turned over the horse with his sleeves up, side by side with Xian Yuyin, and the war horse stepped on the soft land, and flowed into the Youzhou infantry team.

However, Wang Hou's qi cultivation kung fu was obviously not at home, and seeing that Tian Yu finally went away, he picked up a piece of mud from the ground in annoyance, and threw it out with a click, roaring with fire in his mouth.

"This puppet, a loser! Play with fire urine! Pee tonight! ”

"Eh......, state pastor, what now?"

Li Fu, who looked at each other and had no idea when he looked at a wheat field, couldn't help but have a sad urge written on his bearded face, followed Wang Hou with a heavy fist behind him, and asked cautiously.

After venting this stone, the rice field poles that had to be cut down on the ground fluttered a broken leaf, and he gasped violently, Wang Hou seemed to have regained some of his senses, but listening to Li Fu's question, he still snorted in annoyance.

"What else can I do? Cold! ”

"Forehead ......, cold salad ???"

…………

In order to realize his ambitions, Wang Hou could not let the 100,000 border people outside the Saiwai starve to death.

Fortunately, in order to chase Cao Cao's army, Tian Yu left in a hurry, in addition to destroying the wheat field, the felt bag of the Wuhuan Han people was still there, although there was nothing left, but at least it was not that there was nothing left in the open air.

In the evening, with Li Fu tossing around, thinking that there was no need to be plundered back to the Guannei, the Wuhuan Han people who escaped the tragic fate of becoming serfs turned back step by step, and the cattle were all taken away by Cao Cao's army, and they could only use people to pull the heavy Lele cart, and there was no choice to help the old and the young follow Wang Hou's army all the way east.

Although the food was lost, if you think about it, it is not a completely bad thing for Wang Hou.

First of all, in the words of the Wangqi people at that time, Liucheng has the spirit of a king, and it is indeed easy to defend and difficult to attack, but the goal of this development is not Wang Hou, but a semi-nomadic fishing and hunting people like Wuhuan and the Jurchens in later generations.

With Liucheng as its capital, the Han people used to produce food, weapons and armor, and their own people grazed in the core area of the Liaohe Plain, and hid in Liucheng in winter, relying on the grain produced by cultivation and wheat straw to feed people and animals for the winter.

In the grassland, the cold winter is called the white plague, every winter, the herd without grass to eat has to freeze and starve to death more than half, the livestock die, people also have to starve to death, other tribes are weakened every year, only Badun becomes stronger every year, which is also the reason why he can dominate the entire Wuhuan and plunder Hebei.

But Wang Hou is not nomadic! Liucheng only attracted him to the half-developed wheat field, but this geographical location is really not good, next to the Dahei Mountain Range, close to the evil neighbor of the Xianbei people, and facing the threat of the Gongsun family to the east, if you want to defend here, you have to involve a lot of manpower and material resources.

But now, Tian Yu burned the wheat field, and his heart ached, but Wang Hou was also relieved, and he could abandon Liucheng in a chic way, and the land could be redeveloped, but the population could not grow in a year or two, relying on natural reproduction, at least it would take sixteen years to have a generation, even if he was a traverser, how many sixteen years?

"Governor Mu, where are we going! Go back to Linkhorn City? ”

Sit in the Lele car and shake and shake! Li Fu still couldn't help the fault of the literati, curious, looking at the dim butter lamp, Wang Hou was squatting there and didn't know what he was busy with, and Zhuge Ying on the other side yawned at a discount, covering the fur quilt and dozing off, cautiously, Li Fu put his head on the edge of the map and asked curiously.

"Castleside? Of course not going back! ”

After comparing the terrain for a long time, searching and confirming the location of future generations, Wang Hou suddenly lifted the brush happily, and dropped two heavy ink spots on the map, and immediately drew a black line at the entrance of western Liaoning.

"Go here!"

"Off! Peaceful! Brocade! ”