The second batch of grain from Xijing was not transported into the city, but was directly transported to the ferry port that Xiao Jinxing had just repaired on the south bank of the Yellow Water under the instruction of Xiao Jinxing.

There, Siu Kam Hong hired hundreds of people to build a simple wharf in just half a month.

And in order to guard against the "strongman" in Xiao Jinxing's mouth, the perimeter of this pier is also blocked by a wooden wall.

If you pass by this pier with soldiers and horses, you will definitely find that the ubiquitous watchtowers and female walls of this pier make this place look like a simple military camp.

After the county magistrate, county lieutenant and others came here to inspect it, although they also felt that it was not appropriate to repair the wharf like a military camp,

But who asked Xiao Jinxing to send a lot of filial piety.

So these adults feel that the money for repairing the wharf is made by Xiao Jinxing himself anyway, so what does it matter what it looks like.

In the confusion of everyone turning a blind eye,

The pier was quickly put into use.

Not long after, the river in the wharf was filled with boatloads of grain as high as a mountain.

......

In the north, outside the Yu Clan's Golden Tribe, Lao Zhemu took Xiao Ning to the high slope again and looked south.

It's just that today he seems to be a little desperate, and he is in shape,

The look in his eyes was no longer anxiety, but a trace of sadness that could not be explained.

Just yesterday, news came from the tribes in the far west, where all the cattle and sheep had starved to death.

With tears in their eyes, the people made the cattle and sheep into food, but begged the immortal heaven not to abandon themselves.

Old Zhemu understood that if this disaster did not pass again, I am afraid that all the people of that tribe would starve to death next year.

"Xiao Jinxing, where are you?"

Old Zhemu and Xiao Ning stood on the low hillside and looked at the withered yellow grassland in the south,

It is said that in this hot summer, this place should be green, full of cattle and sheep.

The great river in the south seemed to be only half the water of last year, and the water was flowing slowly and listlessly like an old man in the twilight.

There should be countless waterfowl playing and chasing on the water,

But from spring to summer, those waterfowl seemed to disappear out of thin air, and never flew back from the south.

The sun was setting in the distance.

Old Zhemu sighed, and slowly paced heavy steps to leave.

At this time, he had already made up his mind, even if he knelt outside the witch's tent tonight, he would ask him to come out and beg for rain.

Thinking of Wu, Zhemu's heart suddenly had some indescribable emotions, although he didn't dare to be dissatisfied with Wu, but Wu's way of not saving him from death still made him quite puzzled.

Zhemu slowly walked down the hill with his head down, but for some reason, he suddenly wanted to turn his head to the south to take another look.

In his heart, he still hopes for a miracle to happen.

It's just that when he slowly turned his head to look into the distance behind him, the lonely and withered yellow grassland was still like a hard spine of grass.

It was deeply rooted in the heart of old Zhemu.

"Alas".

Zhemu sighed bitterly, lowered his head and slowly walked back in the direction of the tribe.

Suddenly, a gust of north wind blew towards Zhemu, causing him to blur his eyes and mess up his silver hair.

He stopped, covered his face with his hands, and couldn't help but be surprised.

Why is the north wind blowing in this great summer?

It seems that this year has been a series of miracles, first a great drought, then a locust plague, and now an inexplicable north wind.

Could it be that the immortal is really going to abandon his people?

Old Zhemu was thinking about it, but suddenly found out

This north wind comes and goes as fast as it comes.

After a while, it stopped, as if it had never been there.

As the north wind suddenly stopped, Xiao Ning's scream suddenly sounded in Zhemu's ears.

Old Zhemu wiped his dim eyes, raised his head and looked north with the afterglow of the setting sun,

I saw a dark procession of men and horses slowly marching towards the tribe from the north.

There were a lot of carriages in that rather large procession.

Old Zhemu immediately felt that something was wrong, and he quickened his pace and walked towards the tribe, while he pondered carefully in his mind.

Now that the tribes are facing drought and famine, there is simply no energy for conflict between the tribes.

And I don't remember that I ever sent soldiers and horses, or asked people from surrounding tribes to help, so where did this soldiers and horses come from?

Thinking of this, Lao Zhemu's heart sank to the bottom,

He kept speeding up his pace, and layers of fine sweat oozed from his forehead.

Since it is not his own person, he must be an enemy.

Zhemu came to the tribe, and happened to meet the tribe warriors who also saw the northerners coming and quickly rushed to Zhemu's yurt.

The leaders of these people are the young people cultivated by Xiao Jinxing.

As early as after they found out about the group of soldiers, they waited for Zhemu to arrive, and at the same time quickly gathered all the warriors in the tribe, just waiting for Zhemu's order.

When Zhemu met these young men, he didn't talk nonsense, and immediately asked them to lead his troops outside the tribe to meet the invading enemy.

"Zhetuo, Zhe'er, Jochi, Ye'erwen, the four of you will lead the warriors to intercept the enemy.

This group came suddenly, and I think there are about 2,000 of them, so you must be careful.

Now there are less than five hundred people in the tribe, young and old, and you take them all.

My women, children, and children and I stayed in the tribe to pray for your blessings.

Children of the Immortal Heaven, go.

Tear your enemies apart like wolves on the steppe.

Remember, if you can't kill the enemy, then die under their clubs and axes.

The men of the Golden Tribe will always die, but it is always more glorious to die in battle than to die of starvation.

It seems that Changshengtian still hasn't abandoned his people. ”

Old Zhemu said his final order desolately, while the teenagers, led by the four named by Zhemu, silently mounted their war horses and led the five hundred old and young soldiers of the Golden Tribe out of the tribe and headed north.

I don't know who played the horse-head fiddle in the haze of the first night, and I don't know who sang the melodious hoo in the hot and dry air.

Five hundred warriors discharged the conical charge array they had practiced day and night towards the enemy in the darkness, waiting for the enemy to enter the best distance they had predetermined.

The dry grass was dusty, and the restless horses were kicking the grass beneath their feet and raising even more dust.

Everyone's mouth was panting, and these rough breaths seemed to show everyone's determination and courage to face death as home.

Finally, the horses that approached the tribe also saw the tribal warriors waiting for them in array.

Because after a moment of confusion, those who came on to it slowly stopped moving forward.

In the nervous waiting of five hundred warriors, a torch on the opposite side was hastily lit,

A man on a horse with a torch held high slowly walked towards the warriors of the tribe who looked at death as if they were at home.

"Shaw Man."

"It's the head man, it's the big head man."

Among the five hundred warriors, the four people who were at the forefront saw clearly, Zhetuo, Jochi, and Ye Erwen,

The one who came with the torch was not the leader of the Golden Tribe,

is not the only big-headed person after Mo'er,

Isn't it all down, who will Xiao Jinxing, the big head who is second only to the patriarch of Wu He?

The big man has been away for more than a year, and today he is finally back.

The joyful shouts of the four quickly reached the ears of each of the five hundred warriors,

Immediately they cheered excitedly, and shouted loudly,

At the moment, nothing is more exciting than the return of one's leader to the tribe.

And they don't have to die.

Although they don't want to admit it in their hearts, this is the biggest source of their happiness.

Xiao Jinxing came back, and Zhemu, who hurried to hear the news, walked out of the tribe tremblingly.

He pulled up Xiao Jinxing's not very thick arm that hurried forward to support him, and muttered in his mouth but didn't know how to say it.

In the past year, he has no way to vent his own hardships and suffering, and watching the famine and disasters in the tribe everywhere, he has only been deeply helpless from beginning to end.

So when Xiao Jinxing was not there, as the patriarch, he had to pretend to be strong, at least to make a strong appearance, so that the clansmen in the tribe gritted their teeth and persisted.

There was no rain for almost a year, and then there was a plague of locusts that had never been seen before, how terrible it was for the fragile grasslands.

But under the leadership of this old man, there are 300,000 tribes, but none of the tribes defected or plundered each other.

I have to say that Lao Zhemu has done well enough.

Xiao Jinxing supported the trembling old man in front of him, and for the first time, he felt that there was softness in the heart of this lonely old man.

He is not as ruthless, as arrogant, and as tough as people seem.

"Patriarch, I've brought food."

Xiao Jinxing whispered in Zhemu's ear, and Zhemu immediately raised his head to look at Xiao Jinxing's face, patted his arm and said:

"Let's go, go back.

The area affected by this disaster is very large, and there are many tribes, and no food can take care of all the tribes.

We still have to think of a way to do it again, otherwise we won't be able to clean up the situation in winter. ”

At this point, Lao Zhemu raised his head, glanced at the red-haired Di people brought by Xiao Jinxing again, and sighed secretly.

Although he was a little disappointed that Xiao Jinxing returned with Di Ren, he was finally no longer alone.

Xiao Jinxing smiled, he understood Zhemu's worries, and even more understood the reason why Zhemu had just seen those Di people sighing.

He must have guessed that these Di people were Xiao Jinxing's helpers used to escort him back to the tribe.

Because in the famine steppe, raiding is only a means of survival.

And it is extremely common for one's own people to attack their own people.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jinxing pulled hard to leave this place and enter the tribe Zhemu,

Under the surprised eyes that he turned his head, Xiao Jinxing shook his head, smiled, and led him in the direction where those Di people were.

Zhemu opened his heavy legs and followed Xiao Jinxing suspiciously towards the ranks of those Di people,

At this time, the torches have already been lit,

The 2,000-strong team lit torches at the same time, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daylight.

Zhemu followed Xiao Jinxing to the Di people, and when he saw Ayi'er and Xin'er among the Di people, he deliberately avoided looking at them.

Seeing the arrival of the patriarch of the Youyu clan, the Di people flashed to both sides, leaving a passage where people could pass.

Xiao Jinxing pulled Zhemu and slowly walked in from this passage.