A few days after the policy was promulgated, construction of houses in the outer city began.

One by one, the shantytowns were ordered to move to other places, and the workers in charge of the construction, after all this time working in the inner city, were already very familiar with how to build such a simple house.

Stone shovels flew, and shallow foundations appeared on the ground of the outer city like ravines.

The prisoners of war, who shared the same idea as Kamatsu, were very concerned about the construction process of the house, and whenever it was time to rest, they would go to the construction site to observe.

The thatched house is not complicated, and the construction of the house originally required digging a trench first, which was similar to the steps of building a wall, and Song wrote down this in his heart.

Yang cheng.

Xia Qi knelt on his high seat and listened to the report of a young man below.

"You mean that the Three Provinces have the intention of causing chaos?"

Xia Qi said coldly.

The young man bowed and said: "Later, I see that the monarch of the three kingdoms does have two hearts, if it is not for me to threaten the monarch, I am afraid that this year's tribute will be less than half, and it should be crusaded against to punish the ministers!" ”

As soon as the young man finished speaking, a middle-aged man's face changed and he said busily.

"Later, the Sanshu country suffered from floods this year, and it is common sense that the harvest is insufficient, if you want to raise an army to fight, I am afraid that the rest of the tribes will be cold, please be careful."

"Jiang Xiang, what do you mean by this, the latter is the destiny of heaven, the whole world, all the people of the future, the tribe pays tribute is the duty, how can you use the flood as an excuse, or do you think that you have conspired with the three kingdoms?"

The youth retorted.

"Young priest, you are so bloody that you are spurting blood, Jiang is loyal to the sun and the moon, please Mingjian!"

After Jiang Xiang finished speaking, he bowed to Xia Qi.

"Jiang Xiang is loyal to me, I naturally know, don't be rash!"

Xia Qi said in a deep voice.

"After Jiang Xiang thanked him!"

The young young secretary's eyes were a little cold when he saw this, but this emotion disappeared in a flash.

"Shaosi is reckless, I hope Jiang Xiang will not blame anyone!"

Jiang Xiang sneered: "Don't dare! Can't! ”

Xia Qi opened his mouth at this time: "Whether the Sanshu Kingdom is not a minister, I will find out, a few days ago, Xirong invaded the border and has seized a large amount of land from the Youhu clan, who is willing to lead the troops to destroy the invading enemy?" ”

"A certain wish!"

At this time, a big man said in a loud voice.

Xia Qi looked over and laughed loudly: "With Bofeng to fight, Xirong is worry-free!" ”

"After don't worry, it is decided that the head of Ti Xirong will come to see him."

Xia Qi said with a smile: "Okay, in three days, Feng will lead the three armies to face Xirong, and I will personally see you off!" ”

"Thank you!"

"You still have something to do, if there is nothing to do, retreat!"

Xia Qi glanced at everyone.

"After I go back, there is something!"

Xia Qi was a little displeased, and when he saw that the person who spoke was the uncle of the Xin family, he said in a deep voice: "What's the matter with Boxin!" ”

"After the crusade of Youhu, our slaves made a rebellion, the clansmen did not catch up, let them escape into the mountains, the direction of escape is the left of the three countries, our people are inconvenient to send troops to, a certain please order the three countries to arrest the rebellion, handed over to our people, in order to deter the slaves!"

"If you know about this, the slave should be severely punished for his disorder, and if he is caught, he will be flayed!"

"Thank you!"

Yang Hao didn't know that the skin on his body had been remembered by people at this time, and as winter approached, the weather became more and more cold.

In order to prevent colds, Yang Hao could only learn the way of the Tibetans, half-dressed in animal skins.

The crops under the mountain are growing gratifyingly, and now they have all been headed, Yang Hao knows that this time is the most critical period.

As the seeds mature, birds come uninvited and destroy the food they have worked so hard to plant.

Yang Hao naturally would not allow this kind of thing to happen, so Yang Hao sent additional people near the farmland to monitor these pesky thieves at all times.

The rammed earth city wall is more than three meters high, and it looks quite majestic from afar.

Yang Hao couldn't believe that such an ancient city would be born in his own hands.

The tall city wall gave him a great sense of security, and he felt quite emotional when he walked around the city wall.

After worrying for so long, now he can be regarded as truly relying on it, this city is all his hard work, and it is his root in this world.

Yang Hao decided to choose a name for this new city, and asked the craftsman to make a template one meter wide and three meters long, and then neatly wrote the two big characters of Qicheng with charcoal.

After appreciating his masterpiece, I was very satisfied.

"Maybe I'm the first person to hang a plaque on the wall! I don't know who was the first to do this in previous history, but if we can exchange ideas, it might be interesting. ”

Yang Hao thought about these boring questions in his heart.

After confirming that the plaque was correct, it was sent to the craftsman and ordered to carve it according to the shape of the text.

Yang Hao, who was free, inspected his territory with nothing to do, and at noon was the time for everyone to rest.

But he saw a busy figure in the outer city.

A male prisoner of war, struggling to drag a log cut from the outside, walked back.

Yang Hao was a little curious, he wanted to know what this man was doing without resting and carrying wood.

He didn't let the guards stop the man, but slowly followed the man.

The man stopped every time he walked for a while to wipe the sweat on his head, and it took him more than twenty minutes to walk a distance of hundreds of meters.

The man is immersed in his own world, not noticing in the slightest that someone is watching him.

Yang Hao saw the man put the wood in front of the dug foundation, looked at the wood that had been erected, his lips moved slightly, and he didn't know what he was saying.

Yuan, who was enjoying the cool under the tree, saw Yang Hao's figure at this time, hurriedly tidied up his clothes and ran over.

"Chief, what do you command?"

Hara asked.

"Who's that man?"

Yang Hao pointed at the man.

Yuan looked over there and said, "That man's name is Song, and he is a prisoner of war who built a wall. ”

"Tell me about him!"

Yuan was a little puzzled, not knowing why Yang Hao suddenly noticed a prisoner of war.

"This man has a wife and a newly-weaned child, and I don't know the rest."

Yang Hao nodded: "I see!" ”

"What did you say, Chief?"

"Oh! It's nothing? How much did the tribe build a house for him alone? ”

Yang Hao asked.

Yuan thought for a while and said, "It's not much, there are only about a dozen people in the area under my jurisdiction!" ”

"Chief, do you want me to stop this?"

"No need, okay, you can go with your business, I'll go casually!"

After Yang Hao finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Yuan looked confused, he didn't know what kind of wind Yang Hao's head was pumping, since he had nothing to do with himself, he didn't think about it anymore, glanced at Chao Song's side, then ignored it, returned to a cool place, and continued his dream just now.