This time the Apache tribe was not only to get one more allied tribe, but also to gain Mao Xingjian the biggest gain was to better understand the internal intelligence of these outright nomadic tribes, their strength, living habits, and ideology. How to deal with the remaining southern tribes, Mao Xingjian can be regarded as having such a draft in his chest.

It's just that after returning to Snake City for more than ten days, Mao Xingjian has been standing still, on the one hand, after a quarrel with the chiefs of the Sioux tribes, Mao Xingjian regretted it, he was really afraid that which tribe would not be able to pat his ass and flip through Loki Mountain and leave, on the other hand, the autumn harvest is imminent, as the lord of Snake City, the big chief of the Sioux tribe, he also has to arrange the autumn harvest work to understand.

Fortunately, in Mao Xingjian's apprehension, none of the tribes had their heads caught in the door, and they gave up the crops that were in hand immediately and really ran to the Loki Mountains to eat the wind, and on August 15, messengers were sent by Snake City to all the tribes, and from August 16, all the tribes started together to harvest the first ripe corn and wheat.

The yellow-orange-orange big bud rice cobs and the golden ears of rice fell row after row under the clatter of the sickle, and then they were transported to the threshing floor in the middle of the town.

In the splendid harvest, as Mao Xingjian expected, the negative impact of his insistence on forcibly releasing prisoners of war also quickly recovered, and the people were the best to be satisfied, and the full warehouse of food was enough to make them happy and couldn't close their mouths.

What also left the Sioux tribes speechless was that the Apache tribe, who had been their enemies more than a month ago, had now become their saviors.

According to the prime-age labor force to divide the field, an average of 20 acres of land per person, the entire Snake River north of the Ming immigrants and the Su nationality more than 36,000 people, a total of more than 450,000 acres of land reclaimed, when cultivating, can still be unified with cattle to plough the field, and then rough sowing to save time, only in the fertilization time to spend some effort, but when it is time to receive, you have to really a bunch of crops to harvest, one by one the grain down, this is a big project, more than 30,000 men, women and children together can not take care of it.

Although the two pots of boiling water, Black Hoof, Startling Ox, Red Cloud and other chiefs or tribal wizards were reluctant and couldn't pull their faces, they still had to ask for help from the Apache Department on the other side of the river at the initiative of Mao Xingjian.

There is no way, either the crops have to be thrown into the ground for the birds to peck at and rot in vain!

The Apache tribe, who had been unable to enter on the south bank of the Snake River, were also invited in openly.

Harvesting with a sickle is not much more difficult than hunting mountain deer and wild boars, in order not to owe the Sioux favor, the Apache people of the mountain lion tribe also followed the sickle into the rice field, there is nothing more shocking than watching the harvest with their own eyes, seeing the rice that their tribe helped to bring back fell down in the threshing floor, and then filled one granary after another, the red deer with the Apache tribe leader of the expedition team surprised that the mouth did not close.

Prince's Mansion, 3rd floor.

Another piece of oilskin paper was thrown into the fire and turned into ashes, Mao Xingjian had a headache, and rubbed his forehead a little tiredly, this time the letter was not written by Chen Jiao, but the newly promoted military department Shangshu Xie Kang sent it in the form of a secret text from the military department, Mao Jue's huge New World expeditionary force has been assembled in Tianjin Port, Dengzhou Port, Shandong Lianyungang and other places, this time it will be launched by the empire, beyond the Three Treasure Eunuchs Seven Western scale expeditions, more than two-thirds of the warships of the Royal Navy cooperate with the action, Xie Kang in the name of the Ministry of War, informing him and the Yukon Governor's Mansion Governor Marble to prepare forage for the army.

According to the communication delay between the New World and the Old World for more than three months, it means that for the first time in the history of the empire, the expeditionary army led by the princess should have entered the polar night region of the Arctic Ocean at this time, and I don't know which day, it will arrive at the outpost of the Gem Sea.

The requisitioned grain is not Mao Xingjian's most annoying, if the autumn harvest is all down, it is not a problem to harvest more than 900,000 stone of grain, it is said that it is an unprecedented scale, Mao Jue has no ability to really throw all his 500,000 troops into the New World, and 40,000 or 50,000 people will die in the sky, although it is impossible not to feel distressed, but let these expeditionary troops let go of their bellies and eat, how much more can they eat?

What really bothers him is the current situation! Although I don't have much contact with coach Adriana, according to Mao Xingjian's understanding of his aunt, this woman is definitely a ruthless character like Mao Jue, the type of person who follows me and those who disobey me die!

If she wanted to go on an expedition to Mexico, she would definitely not let go of the instability behind her, and the southern tribes south of the Snake River, on the edge of the Great Salt Ending, were bound to be on the list of her elimination.

This is in direct contradiction with Mao Xingjian's consistent Huairou and indoctrination strategy, and if he wants to save several tribes in the south, there is not much time left for the prince.

In the house, the unpleasant smell of the secret letter of the burning army department had not completely dissipated, and Mao Xingjian had already hurried downstairs and shouted loudly.

"Chen Zao! Chen Zao!"

"Prince!"

These days, the big housekeeper of Snake City is busy and crazy, Mao Xingjian belongs to the kind of typical hand-shaking official master, he will solve the big things, and the trivial things like the autumn harvest are completely piled on his head as a knife and pen master, busy registering the harvest, this guy's face is covered with a piece of ink, but listening to Mao Xingjian's shout, he still put down the pen sadly, and hurried over in small steps.

"The lower official is here, you command!"

"The harvest and the next month's rice harvest are all handed over to you! Two things to remember, the tax grain will be shipped to the gem sea as soon as possible, and in the past few months, maybe one day, the Mexican expeditionary army sent by the imperial court will arrive at the gem sea, and the soldiers and horses will go first before the grain and grass are moved, and the military rations must not be delayed!"

"Xiaguan saved!"

"Also, don't treat the Apache tribe badly, Lone and the Great Chief of Chilu are old friends, and the Apache tribe is also the key to educating the Tu tribe into my Huaxia, understand no!"

At the mention of this, Chen Zao's old guy's face turned strange, and he frowned, he was pointing at the radish brain.

"Don't worry, the prince can save the little one, and he will not dare to treat the princess badly...... cough cough, Lord Chilu."

The muscles at the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and he didn't pay attention to the goods, and Mao Xingjian hurriedly went downstairs again.

At the door, watching the prince leave the house, Dongfang Meng hurriedly waved his hand, and several sailors standing guard carried bayonets and followed behind, listening to the footsteps of heavy leather boots, Han Xiaomo, who was picking vegetables in the yard, also caught up.

"Big nephew, where are you going, I'm going too!"

"It's called the Prince! Prince !!"

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The chieftains of the Indians and the officials of the Ming Dynasty are really two species, Mao Xingjian originally arranged for a few chiefs to accompany the chiefs who came to visit the Apache to sit in the Han tavern and drink and exchange experiences, but the result is a good guy, a threshing floor, at first glance, I saw the big feather crown like the peacock screen of the red deer flickering, taking the lead and shaking the wheat grains.

Under the bright autumn sun, the matriarch's already healthy wheat-colored skin seemed to be a little deeper, and the crystal sweat smeared a layer of good-looking oil paint on her face, and Mao Xingjian, who saw the unique charm, was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly greeted Han Xiaomo's sour hum.

"Why did you get out to work?"

Seeing the arrival of the crown prince, Chilu obviously showed a warm smile, and put down the half-beaten rice ear in her hand, but listening to Mao Xingjian's question, she showed a strange expression, and still replied with stumbling Chinese characters.

"Please, ......, Apache...... Harvest! Tribesmen..., work ......, chief, work too!"

This is the leader who took the lead in going to the ground, tired of the group of bureaucrats who played official tones in Beijing, Mao Xingjian was even more appreciative and shook his head with a helpless smile, and then slapped her on the shoulder.

"Lone wants to go south for a while, go to the Cheyenne people to have a look, these days, the harvest of Snake City will ask you for a lot of help!"

"I'll accompany you!"

As soon as she heard that Mao Xingjian was going to the Cheyenne Ministry, the female patriarch was obviously a little anxious, this sentence was actually said quickly and quickly, but unfortunately, Mao Xingjian shook his head.

"The autumn harvest is very important, you also have to take the Apache chiefs to study hard, and next year to carry out the spring plowing and autumn harvest of the Apache tribes, besides, this trip is not a war, or to send food, if you can't fight, you can rest assured!"

At the mention of the tribe, Chilu's bright eyes dimmed, but the matriarch was a matriarch after all, and she didn't bother much, she nodded happily.

"I'll wait for you!"

"Yes!"

patted her shoulder again, with Han Xiaomo, who could hang an oil bottle with a small mouth, Mao Xingjian briskly entered the tavern on the side of Han Jinlong.

This pickle girl gene should have inherited Mao Jue, and she kept watching him, and she was in a daze for a while, and Chilu suddenly woke up, and a clever person picked up the bundle of wheat and snorted, but the action was obviously stiff a lot.

This kind of feeling of being a leader and holding power is indeed too good, there are people everywhere to greet him, just entered the tavern, Han Jinnong, who was happily wiping the table, also greeted him in a hurry, and bowed heavily with laughter.

"The prince is here to visit the shop, and it is shining! Pengzi, why don't you go and scald the wine, and then roast the geese sent by Chief Taladatta this morning, the prince will take a seat!"

"You don't have to sit! This time I came alone, or what I told me last month, has Uncle Han been ready? ”

Han Jinnong, who heard this, was obviously stunned, but then he nodded and smiled again, and there was a wave of excitement in his words.

"The prince commanded, how dare the contemptible not care? The caravan is ready, just waiting for the prince's order, I don't know when the prince wants to leave? ”

"Now!"

(End of chapter)