When the door opened, the woman who delivered the baby walked out, Yang Hao asked, "How is it?" ”

The woman bowed and said, "Chief, mother and child are safe, it is a boy." ”

When Yang Hao heard this, he was overjoyed and hurriedly walked into the house.

Looking at the crumpled baby in the female Jiao's arms, a feeling of blood connection appeared in Yang Hao's heart, and this feeling was amazing.

"Good work!"

Nujiao hugged the baby in her arms and smiled: "Nujiao is not hard, but fortunately it is a boy." ”

"Boys and girls are my children."

Yang Hao said and teased the little guy whose eyes had not yet opened.

It may be that the baby is not used to this world and writhes a few times uneasily.

Looking at Yang Hao's happy smile, Nujiao was also very happy in her heart, although Yang Hao said that men and women are their own children, but looking at his current appearance, it is obvious that he likes boys more.

Yang Hao said: "In the future, this child will be called Zhi!" Yang surname! ”

"Yang Zhi?"

The female muttered.

Yang Hao said: "I hope he will become an ambitious person in the future." ”

The name Yang Zhi has the same name as Yang Zhi in the Water Margin, but Yang Hao doesn't mind, in fact, he is more proud of Yang Jian, Yang Jian, and the names of these cattle in his heart.

Thinking of these bigwigs becoming his sons, Yang Hao felt a little chill in his heart, and he had difficulty choosing a name, so he had to choose a name that sounded good from among his familiar names.

"Chi! You will be called Zhi from now on. ”

Nujiao said softly to the baby in her arms.

It's just that the baby is crying for some reason.

The first-time mother was a little flustered for a while, and she didn't know what to do.

Seeing this, the woman waiting on the side hurriedly said, "Nobleman, I'm afraid the little nobleman is hungry." ”

Only then did Nujiao react, hurriedly undressed herself, and fed the baby in her arms a little awkwardly.

Sure enough, the baby quieted down after taking the first sip of milk.

Yang Hao knew that Nujiao needed rest at this time, so he talked to Nujiao for a while and then exited the door.

And the ministers who were waiting outside the palace gate saw Yang Hao come out and stepped forward to congratulate him.

Yang Hao, who was in a good mood, waved his hand and decided to share this joy with his people, and let the drama class perform publicly in Chang'an City for three days.

In this era of lack of spiritual life, being able to watch a three-day play is definitely a great deal

When the news came out, the people of Chang'an City were immediately excited.

At dusk, bonfires were lit everywhere in Chang'an City, and the light of the fire was like the stars in the sky falling to the mortal world.

In three days, the drama class performed nearly ten plays, and the people of Daqi also knew that the name of the little leader was Yang Zhi.

Recreation is always short-lived, and this year's weather has been good, so the dikes and canals haven't come in handy.

The end of September in the Great Qi calendar is equivalent to about August in the calendar of later generations.

The ears of grain swaying in the wind seem to dye the banks of the Wanli River golden yellow.

After a hard season, it's finally harvest season.

Looking at the ears of grain and straw divided into small piles in the field, everyone had a happy smile on their faces.

Once upon a time, they never thought that one day they would have so much food.

And now this impossible thing is happening in front of their eyes, and they all know in their hearts who brought all this.

At this time, they were really glad for their identity as Daqi people, and they were extremely grateful and admired Yang Hao.

The civilians who didn't have much insight praised Yang Hao as a god in the human world.

To the east of Chang'an City, the threshing floor has already been carved out, and farmers transport the cut grain here for threshing.

Looking at the dust and chaff fluttering in the wind, Yang Hao's eyes were a little moist.

It's been two years, and it's been almost two years since he came into this world, and from a naked slave to a barn full of barns now, only he knows how difficult it is.

He is an all-powerful leader in front of outsiders, and he knows very well how much pressure he has in his heart.

In this barbaric era, there were enemies everywhere, and now, Daqi finally has the power to compete with the world.

Those golden millets are Yang Hao's confidence, and only those who are full of food and drink will know what dignity is and what freedom is.

This Chang'an City, this Great Qi that gave them hope, is what they want to protect, and their future at this time is also their life.

For the civilians, Yang Hao didn't want to say anything big to them, only let them really understand that this tribe is for their good, and that's enough.

Yang Hao can't eliminate the monster of class, but as the biggest monster, as long as he lives, he can restrain other monsters and make this world as fair as possible.

In order to reflect his attitude of sharing weal and woe with the people, Yang Hao took hundreds of officials to personally roll up his arms and sleeves to participate in the autumn harvest with the farmers.

On the threshing floor, Yang Hao wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve.

"Labor is the most glorious, but labor is really tiring."

Thinking of those emperors and generals who are accompanied by big fish and big meat beauties every day, Yang Hao is not only envious.

It's the same leader who is so tired himself, and he doesn't know if it's worth it, maybe in the eyes of those people, his behavior may be classified as a fool.

The harvest season is joyful and hectic at the same time.

After nearly a month of busy work, after the millet with the threshing floor has been dried and insecticidal, the farmers put the threshed millet into bags woven with fine straw rope.

This pocket mesh is large and can easily be exposed by two small grains.

But fortunately, Daqi let them use the ox cart for free, so that even if the grain fell out, it would only fall into the cart, and there would not be much loss.

In addition to millet, other crops are also being harvested in batches.

The cut hemp is made under the organization of the Ministry of Industry, and hundreds of acres of hemp are spun into hemp and made into cloth, and the dilemma of the lack of cloth in Daqi will be alleviated a lot.

While Daqi was busy harvesting, the Xia Dynasty also began to collect this year's taxes, along with the grain and grass escorted from various clans into the granary.

Xia Qi's heart also began to move, and many cavalry who gave orders rushed out of Yangcheng on horseback, scattered in all directions, and in the bleak autumn wind, there was not only a trace of killing.

After collecting this year's taxes, after rough statistics, there are nearly hundreds of thousands of catties of corn alone, if you add those beans and other crops.

The harvest of Daqi this year is almost comparable to the accumulation of several years of a big clan in this era.

But it is a terrible number, such a grain reserve, as long as it is not squandered, can completely provide the current Daqi to live a worry-free life for several years.

How could Yang Hao, who has huge ambitions, be satisfied with the status quo, with these grains as confidence, he now wants people, more people.

And if you want to get more people, the only way to go is war.