............ at noon

"Wen Chou, Jiao Touch, the two of you take out half of the grain we have brought over now, cook it and distribute it to the people."

Liu Wenbin said to Wen Chou and Jiao Touch, because if you want to subdue the people, the first step is to soothe the people's hearts, the four villages on the Changshan Mountain are close to the time of famine, and they can only rely on the steamed buns made of the only remaining rice and rice to survive, but now a mouthful of chicken soup and a piece of meat is the life-saving food to subdue the hearts of the people of these hungry and cold people, why not worry about the people?

"My lord, this ...... Food for our brigade? ”

Jiao Touch asked Liu Wenbin with a puzzled expression.

"You don't have to pay for your stay?"

Liu Wenbin just asked Jiao Touch rhetorically, and then turned around and left with his hands behind his back.

"Mr. Yang, ......?"

Jiao Touchtuo didn't know why he wanted to do this, so he turned to Yang Hong and asked.

"The lord naturally has his reasons for doing this, so you can do it, you don't have to ask so much."

Yang Hong also replied to Jiao Touch, and he also turned around and walked in the direction of Liu Wenbin.

"No!"

Wen Chou and Jiao touched Yang Hong and hugged their fists, then turned around to prepare.

"My lord, did you really promise them?"

Yang Hong looked at Liu Wenbin and asked, he didn't have any doubts, if it was Yang Hong, he would do the same.

"Yes, I agreed, I will take the opportunity of tonight's grain relief to let the villagers of this village work together to open up land and agriculture, and then develop business."

Liu Wenbin stood by the dry fish pond with his hands behind his back, looked at the dry and cracked farmland, and said.

"What are you going to do first, my lord?"

Yang Hong asked Liu Wenbin again, wanting to see if Liu Wenbin thought the same as himself.

"What do you think should be done, sir?"

Liu Wenbin also asked Yang Hong rhetorically, he believed that Yang Hong was his confidant, so his thoughts should have been seen through by Yang Hong as early as possible.

"Water source, I think that the growth and nourishment of all things begins with water, and even to build a house must be mixed with water to build it, and then we look at it, the pond is dry, the farmland is dry, and even the well is not much left, how can we grow and cultivate food?"

Yang Hong narrated the situation of the villages on Changshan and the materials needed.

"Sir is really to the point, and I think so, I want to give all the soldiers a day off tomorrow, let the villagers have enough to drink and eat for a day, and then start digging a new well the day after tomorrow. What does the gentleman think? ”

Liu Wenbin looked at Yang Hong with his hands behind his back and asked.

"It's okay, the soldiers have been on the road for days, tired and running for days, it's time to take a break, but how do we know where the water source of Changshan is coming from?"

Yang Hong also had a puzzle and asked Liu Wenbin.

"Tomorrow, I, you, Jiang Yiqu, and I will take another 10 horsemen to find the source of Changshan's water source."

Liu Wenbin replied to Yang Hong that he wanted to go with Yang Hong to find a water source.

"Lord...... Lord, do you want to find water in one day? ”

Yang Hong's eyes widened, and he was obviously stunned by the time given by Liu Wenbin.

"Yes, I have a visual expectation that the Yellow Turbans will attack again in less than ten days, and then we will have to stop work to fight the bandits, so we only have ten days to dig up the water."

Liu Wenbin explained the reason why he was in a hurry to find a water source.

"That's right, the minister also thought that the Yellow Turban Thief Army would definitely not give up, so there would be a lot of war in the future."

Yang Hong also agreed with Liu Wenbin's point of view and said.

"Therefore, we must seize the time to develop, otherwise in the future, let alone begging thieves, it will be difficult to even resist."

Liu Wenbin explained to Yang Hong.

"The minister knows, and the minister will definitely go all out to assist the lord to develop Changshan as soon as possible, so as to resist the Yellow Turban Thieves and crusade against the Yellow Turban Thieves in the future."

Yang Hong bowed his head to Liu Wenbin.

"Lord, the food has been prepared, please go and check it out."

Jiao Touch came to Liu Wenbin and hugged Liu Wenbin.

"No need, just bring me in and prepare food!"

Liu Wenbin ordered very seriously, he obviously wanted to see how convinced the villagers could be of him as soon as possible.

"No!"

Jiao touched Liu Wenbin and hugged his fist, so he obeyed Liu Wenbin's order, turned around and waved his hand to call the soldiers to carry the chicken soup, there were a total of five pots of chicken soup, each pot was as big as a wheel, and each pot required two people to lift.

The villagers smelled the smell of chicken soup and ran in the direction of Liu Wenbin, it was the smell of chicken soup that they had not seen for a long time, but Liu Wenbin had prepared a sergeant in advance to stop these villagers outside, and it was a sword and shield infantry in full armor.

"Folks, please be quiet! Be quiet! ”

Yang Hong stood behind the row of sword and shield infantry, raised his hands and shouted.

The villagers didn't pay attention to Yang Hong, only thinking about the chicken soup in front of them, and the riot scene still did not stop............

"Whoever is not quiet, this knife will be swung at his body!"

I saw Wen Chou stand up, pull out the knife on his waist and shout at the skystorm, and then threw the knife to the ground with his backhand, the tip of the knife was deeply inserted into the soil, and then the whole knife shook violently with an afterimage, and made a "buzzing ......" sound.

The villagers were intimidated by the majesty of the military generals, and the riot scene suddenly quieted down............

Seeing that the riot scene had returned to calm, Wen Chou was willing to retreat to Liu Wenbin's side.

"Listen to me Yang Hong, is these chicken soups fragrant?"

Yang Hong, according to Liu Wenbin's intentions, began to try to persuade the villagers, and began to ask questions to the villagers.

"Incense!"

"Incense!"

"Incense!"

…………

The villagers praised Yang Hong for the long-lost taste of chicken soup and said.

"Then do you want to be like this in the future, where you can have chicken soup to drink every day, be satisfied with food and clothing as before, and have a bumper harvest every year?"

Yang Hong asked the villagers again, as if he wanted to reshape the hope of this village.

"Yes!"

"Of course I want to, that villager doesn't want to do that, right? But now that the Yellow Turban is in turmoil all over the world, and our Changshan is the closest to Julu City, we are the most affected, what can we do? ”

"That's right!"

"That's right!"

"yes, hey!"

…………

One of the villagers spoke everyone's thoughts, causing the surrounding villagers to be echoed, and the village became noisy again............

"What if I can lead everyone to open up the fields and expand the land, so that you can have no worries about food and clothing within half a year?"

Liu Wenbin raised his head and shouted, then looked at the villagers.

"Is it true?"

"That's right, young people can't be trusted!"

"Hmm!"

"Hmm!"

…………

The scene was in an uproar again............

"I, Liu Wenbin, swear to God! If I can't make this village rich and abundant within half a year, there will be five thunderstorms in the sky, and then I will be disposed of by everyone at will! ”

Liu Wenbin raised the three fingers of his right hand and raised his head to the sky and shouted............