The autumn wind is getting colder and colder, and even a layer of frost can be applied to the ground in the morning, and the time is getting more and more urgent, but for the prince, the situation is getting better and better.

In the paddy fields of Snake City, it is not only the gold diggers in the town who are harvesting with sickles, wearing animal skin jackets, wearing rough but beautifully patterned, brightly colored Indian cloaks, and the Sioux people are also learning to follow the sickle to harvest the rice, and make a bundle and transport it to the central threshing floor of the town.

There, the women of the Tarak tribe also learned to shake the rice in a good way, threshing, and at the other end, in front of the stone mortar of the rice, the stalk neck took off its coat, the green tendons on the neck burst out, and the body was sweaty and smashed the rice with a big wooden pestle, right next to him, Su Yu's old friend, the clan chief who scolded him that day with a blushing face and a thick neck, also panted and desperately smashed the big wooden pestle.

Although he still doesn't understand, this is called that Menzi to join the war?

In the midst of a hot labor scene, a sweet voice suddenly sounded in the threshing floor, wearing a big apron, Han Xiaomo, who was much more competent as a cook than a reporter, wore a white towel on her head, rolled up her sleeves and led the eldest girl in the town to carry a huge rice bucket and came out.

"Gentlemen! It's time to eat! ”

It is estimated that the word "eat" is the first Chinese vocabulary that these Indians learned, almost for the first time, the terrier neck and Amalu put down the big wooden pestle in their hands together, and rushed out with a rolling belt, and the big bowl made of shells was directly shoveled over, and it was not too hot, and the vegetable soup in this big jar squatted on the side and swallowed it, and the Indians who couldn't grab it even hurriedly screamed awkwardly in Chinese.

"Give me a bowl! Give me a bowl of rice! ”

With nearly 1,000 prime-aged laborers joining, the children are liberated again, and they are trapped in the big classroom of the Prince's Mansion, fortunately, now there is no Mr. who shakes his head and recites the texts with a rigid face, Mao Xingjian is ingenious to give the children two tasks, teach the children of the Tarak tribe Chinese, and also learn their Sioux language.

Standing in the courtyard, watching the children of immigrants scratching their ears and cheeks in the classroom and drawing on the sand table, they can't teach, their heads are full of sweat, and Mao Xingjian, who is carrying "Mencius" but is distracted, is dumbfounded, but a huge sense of satisfaction rises in his heart.

This is the lonely city!

On the East Coast, in the colonies established by the British, there were actually many Indians who converted to Christianity and lived with the British, so it was not impossible to change the Indians.

In this regard, the Ming people are even more advantageous, after all, in appearance, Indians and whites are two races of skin color, but the Indians who have experienced the vicissitudes of life and the bearded gold diggers who have also experienced the vicissitudes of life, there is really not much difference, and there is naturally a layer of estrangement.

In particular, the white people in the center of Europe have a sense of arrogance, in the history of the development of the United States, white supremacy occupies the mainstream consciousness of society, and the Indians are only a little higher than the black people who are slaves, and they are also bullied and discriminated against, and in later generations, the American imperialists, who claim to be free and democratic, also drove the Indians into the wild and poor reservations, isolating the Indians from the mainstream society, even before Mao Jue crossed, the Indian reservations were still the poorest and most forgotten part of the developed country in the United States.

But now, the old Han of the Ming people and the old Han of the Sioux nationality sit on the side and talk about the chickens and ducks, smoking the old Han cigarettes together, and the women on the other side are working cross-legged in the house together, and the spiritual tolerance of Confucianism is much stronger than that of Christianity.

At least for the time being.

In the midst of work and eating, the Eastern civilization of the Old World and the civilization of the New World completed the first slow blend.

With the addition of the strong men of the Tarak tribe, before the snow fell, Snake City completed the harvesting work, and only the ridges of the 800 acres of rice fields were left, which were gradually covered by the falling snow.

However, after the end of the "employment period", the Tarak tribe did not leave, but Mao Xingjian also ordered the implementation of a bad policy, and the Ming immigrants who lived on the left side of the threshing floor temporarily lived in the homes of relatives and friends, and made room for these Su people to build a hundred houses.

Although families who vacate their houses can get tax exemption rewards, now the living environment in Snake City is actually super spacious, 3,000 people and 800 houses, each house even has only one population and two people, living in two or three hundred square meters of two-story wooden buildings, it can be said that you can't live in it, you can vacate the house you worked hard to build to outsiders, and you have to move out, in Snake City, it still caused a lot of opinions from residents.

In the streets and alleys, there is a lot of discussion.

For the Indians, this can be regarded as a great benefit, and the cold winter is coming, and the knife wind in northern North America is not necessarily a little weaker than that in Liaodong, and it is obviously stronger to live in a warm house with a burning stove than to live in a valley and eat cold wind.

Not only did they live in, but the Sioux people of the Tarak tribe also set up a totem pillar on the edge of the threshing floor like the valley camp, with a bull's head and bone hanging on it, led by two old witches in the tribe, a total of more than 30 clans, forming six clans, plus the tribal chieftain Dalatda, a total of more than 40 people, happily danced the sun dance around the totem pole to worship.

As the "chief" of the "cattle department", Mao Xingjian was also invited to watch the ceremony, standing next to the stone mill in the threshing floor, watching the sun dance with a lot of northeast charm, pinching the two handfuls of hair that grew out of his chin, the prince watched it with relish.

But Nangong Bingwen and Chen Zao, these East Palace officials, followed him, wanting to stop talking, bowing their heads from time to time and not knowing what to think, they had a lot of concerns, but Han Xiaomo didn't have so many worries, turned her head, and just looked at Geng Geng's neck Jin Lao Liu looked at this with disgust, turned around and spat on the ground, she couldn't help it, she tugged Mao Xingjian's sleeve heavily on the side.

"Big nephew, why did you rob the house of the people in our town? It's not satisfying everyone......"

"Rob?"

Hearing this, the corners of Mao Xingjian's mouth were cold, full of disdain, he sneered and snorted: "These houses are all the land given to them by Lone to let them rest, and the food given to them by Lone keeps them from starving, and they were built under the gift of Lonely, and Lone can give it, why can't they take it back?" ”

Without waiting for Han Xiaomo to open his mouth in disbelief to refute, the prince shook his head heavily.

"Besides, it won't be long before they will be satisfied, and even grateful for taking their house, hum, people's hearts are profitable, and people's hearts are not ancient!"

Inexplicably, Mao Xingjian complained resentfully again, and Han Xiaomo, who listened to it, was full of confusion, but since Mao Xingjian already had a plan, Han Xiaomo had to swallow the words back into his stomach.

…………

It's no wonder that Mao Xingjian confidently squandered his prestige, and sure enough, a month later, the atmosphere in the entire Snake City changed drastically, becoming excited and enthusiastic.

"Wow, really?"

The heavy silver, the yellow, orange and orange gold was placed in front of him, shaking people's eyes and full of disbelief, Geng Geng picked up a big ingot of silver, bit it hard, looked at the big tooth marks on it, and then Geng Geng, who woke up from the surprise, quickly put the heavy silver into his arms.

Not only him, but the people of the entire Snake City were boiling, lining up, going door to door to receive gold and silver at the gate of the prince's mansion, and it was really like Mao Xingjian's urine, some people patted their heads helplessly, and they were not greedy enough to shout there.

"Why is it not our family who is expropriating the house?"

The expropriation of the house reduced the tax income by 30 percent, which is reflected here, one acre of land has two to three stones of grain, a family of twenty acres is more than 50 stones of rice, and some families have only one single person who has entered the New World alone, and it is enough to support five stones of rice in a year, and the tax of fifteen stones handed over to Mao Xingjian, and the rest cannot be eaten and put away with mold, so they naturally have to find a way to sell it.

However, with the immigrants themselves, they definitely don't have the strength to drag the thirty or forty stone rice to the Yukon Governor's Mansion thousands of kilometers away and sell it, and they have to rely on Mao Xing's fitness, which is just full of grievances, and in the entire Rocky Governor's Palace, only the four galleons under the command of Mao Xingjian have such a long-distance transportation capacity, in the expectation of the residents of Snake City, Mao Xingjian organized a large-scale cattle team transportation, transported the surplus grain to the Gem Sea, and then pulled north by the Black Pearl to sell.

One stone of rice was sold to the "densely populated" port of Xihaizi, and now the market price is 11 taels, and grain is a sought-after commodity in the new continent, and it is not worried about selling, and in just a few days, the Black Pearl has returned with more than 600,000 taels of silver.

Each family earned at least three hundred taels of silver, and those townspeople who lost their homes but were exempted from taxes could collect more than one hundred taels of silver.

However, this money was taken out of Mao Jue's pocket by Mao Xingjian! The only one who developed this northern route and directly benefited from it was the Liaodong ocean-going caravan under the royal command, Mao Xingjian took the lead in selling grain, and the next time the ship came, the grain was estimated to be not so easy to sell.

Fortunately, it is estimated that Mao Jue will not care about this loss, even if he cares, Mao Xingjian, the son of a bad man, will only be happier.

Looking at the appearance of each household happily leading the silver home, leaning on the big wooden pillar on the second floor of the prince's mansion, Mao Xingjian, who was holding a telescope, couldn't help but smile with accomplishment on his face again.

This year, they have benefited from this, and next year, it is estimated that they will work harder to farm! And when the news of profit spreads, more immigrants will come over, plus the Indians who have taken refuge, I believe that it will not be long before the jurisdiction of the Rocky Governor's Mansion will also prosper rapidly.

Here! It was created by him Mao Xingjian! Created according to his dreams and ideas of statecraft! Even his father Mao Jue can't deny it!

But just when Mao Xing was thinking about it beautifully, the sound of rapid horses' hooves suddenly sounded in the center of the street, and the cavalry captain of the New World Expedition who gave him a headache appeared in the eyes of the prince next to his darker face.

"Red Feather Alert! Red Feather Alert! The Indians migrated northward on a large scale, paying attention to the defense ......, yes??? ”

Before he finished shouting, the huge Suren ox skull totem in the threshing floor appeared in Song Yongzhong's eyes, and a clever jumper jumped off the horse, and he pulled out the double guns with his hand!

"The Indian Barbarians Are Coming to Town!!"

(End of chapter)