"Chief, do you mean the Three Senses?"

Yin felt a pang in his heart and hurriedly asked.

The others also looked at Yang Hao nervously.

Yang Hao nodded and said, "It's not just the Three Kingdoms, as long as we are discovered by others, war can't be avoided."

The Three Circles are just a Fang Country, and what I'm most worried about is the Xin Clan!

”

At the mention of the Xin family, several people showed a trace of hatred and fear on their faces.

With the strength of the Xin family, there is no need for Yang Hao to tell them, they are very clear in their hearts.

"Chief, I know my mistakes, and in the future, Yin will definitely treat them as brothers and sisters, and will not be humiliated!"

"We know what we're wrong!"

In the face of the pressure of the Xin clan, they all understood that there was no hope of victory with dozens of people.

If they want to save their lives, whether they want to or not, they can only follow Yang Hao's methods, they have no choice.

Yang Hao nodded and said: "After the grain harvest under the mountain, I plan to expand the army, and I hope that you will encourage me!" ”

"We will die for the leader!"

The crowd shouted in unison.

"Okay, let's put this matter aside for a while, Shaoyan, what's the progress on Wei's side?"

Yang Hao diverted the topic.

Shao Yan said: "Although some copper stones have been found, they are only scarce in number, and they have not progressed yet!" ”

"This matter must be expedited, and if there are not enough people, more people will be sent to search for copper mines."

"Subordinates take orders!"

"What's going on over there!"

Yang Hao asked.

"The savages have already begun to make according to the drawings and samples given by the leader, but the oil is insufficient, and I estimate that the rattan armor made is only enough for the current army equipment, if the number of army expansion is not enough."

Yang Hao pondered for a while and said: "I know about this matter, first make it according to the current number of troops, and order the craftsmen to make shield spears!" ”

Shao Yan nodded and made a note of the matter.

The meeting dispersed in a dull atmosphere, Yang Hao did not punish Shuo Xiang, but Shuo Xiang was very self-blaming in his heart, and his expression was solemn when he left, looking dejected.

The prisoners of war did not know what the results of the discussions were made by the people above, and these were not of concern to them.

A few days after the meeting, Yin went to the POWs to preach the new policy, which was what they were most concerned about at this time.

Although Yang Hao doesn't want the population of the tribe to be reduced due to the cold in winter, he will not be extravagant enough to build a house for everyone, let alone two months, it is already fast to be able to do it in a year.

In Yang Hao's new housing policy, the houses of the prisoners of war were allocated according to the community, and one community built ten large thatched huts, if they were crowded, it would not be a problem for ten people to live in one house.

Of course, these ten houses are only the public property of the tribe, and in Yin's preaching, he has clearly told the prisoners of war that the Daqi tribe does not want them to have nowhere to live in winter, so they are obliged to provide them with shelter, and remind them of Yang Hao's kindness, so as to prevent them from suffering from the cold in winter, and know how to be grateful.

Of course, Yang Hao is also open-minded, if someone wants to build their own house, it is no problem, as long as they have the energy after a busy day's work.

To have their own house, no one wants to be crowded together with others, but the meaning of the tribe has been made very clear, and if they want to live better, they can only do it themselves, which makes them very difficult.

After a tiring day, how to still have the strength to build a house, many people retreat, do not think about those unrealistic things, maybe squeezing can be warmer.

However, there are still people who are unwilling to live with others, and those who have these thoughts are those who already have families.

If you are crowded with others, not only will it be uncomfortable to sleep, but more importantly, how to do the things of men and women.

Song was one such prisoner of war, who already had his own wife and a two-year-old son before coming to the Daqi tribe.

After Jae-in finished talking about the new policy, Song Zai began to think about whether he could build a house in his heart.

His daily task was to build the wall, and he had almost two hours of free time during the day.

Loose scratched his head, his heart was very entangled, at such a time, it was still very difficult to build a house before winter, and the most important thing was that he didn't know how to build a house.

Thinking of his wife, Song became a little restless, if he couldn't have his own house, then he had to live separately from his wife.

Because the single men and women of the Daqi tribe are separated, they must be combined if they want to live together.

Although he already has a wife, in winter, he lives in a tent with a leaky wind, and whether he can survive can only depend on the will of God.

If you don't want to see the will of God, whether there is a separate place to live, separation is already inevitable, and it is impossible to say whether your wife is not your wife after separation.

The more Matsu thought about it, the more scared he became, and in order to prevent this terrible situation from happening, he had to have his own cabin anyway.

At night, Song tiredly returned to his trading tent, looked at his wife and children, who were already asleep, groped in his arms for a while, and took out a black vegetable dumpling.

Loose movements woke his wife.

"It's back!"

"Hmm!"

"Sleep!"

"I left a vegetable dumpling for you to eat today!"

The woman was silent for a moment, and then sat up after a burst of soo sounds.

"Why don't you eat it!"

"Hey! I'm not hungry! ”

The woman was silent again.

"Keep it for the kids!"

Song nodded, "It's okay!" ”

The woman saw that Song looked at herself and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Today, the nobleman told us about the house!"

"I know about this, when I was working today, the lady also mentioned it to us women, why did you talk about this."

The woman was a little confused.

"I want to build a house that belongs to us, I don't want you to sleep with someone else."

Song was a little emotional.

The woman's expression did not change, and she said lightly: "Are you alone?" ”

Song shook his head: "I don't know! ”

The woman nodded, "Well, I know, go to bed early, there's still a lot of work to do tomorrow!" ”

The woman lay down again, but the night was very quiet, and the woman's soft sobbing made Song's heart ache.

Song didn't bother the woman, and squatted outside the tent alone, holding the dirty vegetable dumplings in a daze.

At this time, Yang Hao did not sleep, he was thinking about a philosophical question, what is living, what is alive, and why?

Why do some people live as noble as gods, and some people are as humble as mustard, just like the people of this era, they are busy and fighting for something.

In the past six months, he has seen more suffering than he had ever heard and seen in his previous life, and it was even more cruel, and human life was really worthless here.

He wanted to find the light, but now he was like a tiny firefly in the eternal night, fragile and helpless.