On the morning of going down the mountain, the weather was good, and there were white clouds floating in the cloudless sky.

Regulus carefully avoided the snow on the dirt road so as not to stain his freshly knitted straw sandals.

Because of the novel style of straw sandals and the addition of a tapestry logo at the ankle, it helps to enhance the temperament of looking up at the sky at 45 degrees in a bright and sad manner, so once you wear it, it is well received by all walks of life.

So after Xuanyuan Guang ran away from home, he returned to the position of being envied by thousands of people in the tribe.

Although it had snowed lately, and his toes could be frozen in straw sandals, it still did not stop him from walking through the countryside, because the young man was in good health, and he was not cold at all when he exercised.

"You...... Need boots? Yang Li saw Xuanyuan Guang trembling like a plucked quail in front of him, and he was very concerned.

Xuanyuan Guang hurriedly stomped his feet: "No, I like to let all parts of my body interact with nature intimately, but then again, big chief, it's really a little cold these days, well, don't get me wrong, I mean that food is easy to get cold, not that I want to wear more clothes." ”

Well, Yang Li started chatting with Yulia, mainly asking how they spent the winter there.

Mao Mei said that the heating must not be missing, before the heating bureau stopped the heating of their barracks building, so the officers and soldiers went out together, surrounded the heating bureau, violently entered, and connected the heating themselves.

Yang Li was shocked, this heating bureau bullied his own army, wouldn't it be a misleading country and a misunderstanding of the people.

Of course not, Mao Mei's unit is relatively poor, and she hasn't paid the heating bill for several years, so it's reasonable for people to stop the heating.

Thinking that the Red Empire fell into such a field back then, Yang Li was also very embarrassed, but what Mao Mei talked about next was more expensive.

She said that we don't have heating, although the temperature is okay with the fact that you have a lot of firewood and the fireplace is burning, but the walls of Luohe Castle may need to be reworked.

As soon as Yulia said this, she didn't need to mention Yang Jiao to understand that she had to thicken the wall a little more.

Luohe Castle is built of logs, and some modern tourist attractions flaunt the cabins, which are completely two kinds of buildings, the former is built with a large and coarse whole log, and those slender and unqualified logs are all abandoned, and a castle is essentially a forest.

Most modern wooden houses, for cost reasons, will be built with wooden planks, which are far inferior to log construction in terms of thermal insulation and strength.

Yulia said that on her side, the insulation of the house mainly depends on thickening the walls, and now our castle is already built of logs, so you can add a layer of bricks to the outside, and there are fewer business trips in winter, and your pottery can't be sold, and you don't get a brick kiln to burn bricks.

Yang Li said that laying bricks directly outside will destroy the original castle structure, but it doesn't matter, you can use wooden boards in the inner layer of the room to create thermal insulation, in short, you will not be frozen.

Xuanyuan Guang heard Yang Jiao and the two discussing heat preservation in front, his body trembled, and he yearned for it in his heart, and said when he would go to Los Angeles for friendly exchanges and live for a few days.

But Yang Li didn't answer his words, just praised Xuanyuan's straw sandals on his bare feet for their novel style and unique shape.

Most of the ordinary people of the Xuanyuan clan live at the foot of the mountain, if it weren't for Yang Jiao crossing over, I'm afraid they would be the largest ethnic group in Henan, if they want to have a population, they want to cultivate land, and pottery can also produce a part of it themselves, although the quality is not as good as that of Luocheng.

The shacks are about thirty or forty meters apart, each of them controls the farmland of different families, due to the concentration and reproduction of the population, the Xuanyuan clan has been completely unable to rely on hunting to feed most people, can only rely on farming, but they have not succeeded in domesticating bison like Yang Li, only scattered chickens and ducks, which are considered to be a few poultry.

Yang Jiao's family looked at the past, if they were in the future life, they would be caught as voyeurs and hung up street lamps, but in the barbarian era, everyone still looked at family and personal privacy very lightly, and they didn't care which underwear was looked at by others.

Well, some people have dishes in their faces...... The main reason is that there are not enough children and there is a lack of labor in the family.

Los Angeles has plenty of food and meat this year, and the population is estimated to grow by 80 percent next year, and the number of young children and children will increase greatly, but it will take more than ten years for them to grow up, so Yang Li's current plan is still to absorb displaced people and assimilate other races.

Suddenly, someone said, all the cavalry stopped together, Yang Jiao looked at Xuanyuan Guang's position, and found that his expression was not very good-looking.

This guy was losing his temper, and scolded the clansmen who came to greet him: "Look at what you planted, don't plant a good millet and let the ground grow with weeds, can you eat this thing, pay tribute to the patriarch in the coming year, can you pay tribute!" ”

There is no concept of land rent in tribal society, and it is still mainly based on paying tribute to the patriarch, although it is a land rent in a different direction, but from the perspective of system and legal theory, the constraints are not strict enough.

The old farmer trembled, was very scared, and made an apology to the young master Xuanyuan.

Yang Jiao was quite curious, it turned out that looking down from the mountain, he thought that they had planted other crops, didn't he? Just weeds growing on the head?

If you look closely, no, how can there be weeds that grow so neatly, this is clearly something that people plant.

Yang Li dismounted and went into the field to take a closer look, and found that there was a shallow layer of water under the ground, and those crops looked like weeds, some of them were covered with thin snow, and they were clearly different from other weeds.

It was really a bold idea, Yang Li pulled up one of them, and his hands were covered with brown and black mud.

This root system can't be wrong.

It's rice, the kind that hasn't been improved, it looks sick, and it's understandable that Xuanyuan Guang thinks it's a weed.

Over there, Xuanyuan Guang reprimanded the clansmen and was happy, but Yang Li walked straight over and patted the old farmer on the shoulder: "Uncle, where did you find this crop?" ”

Uncle didn't know Yang Jiao, but seeing that he was dressed in a military uniform, with a sharp sword at his waist, and more than 20 tall cavalrymen behind him were murderous, he couldn't help but weaken his knees and almost knelt down.

Yang Jiao hurriedly helped him to be strong, we are a harmonious society, don't kneel down and worship this set, persuade Uncle Dao, you just have to say, even if Xuanyuan Decheng comes, he won't do anything to you.

Uncle was shocked in his heart, looked left and right, and felt that Yang Jiao and Chief Xuanyuan were not similar in appearance, and said in his heart that he didn't look like the chief's cousin or something, how could he be so confident, you must know that within a radius of a hundred miles, the Xuanyuan clan can be regarded as the most powerful existence, if it weren't for the fact that Young Master Xuanyuan Guang sold most of his weapons, he would now have more ......

Looking at Xuanyuan Guang again, it seemed that he didn't dare to look at the warrior who suddenly appeared in front of him, presumably he was the boss of a few clans.

Xuanyuan Guang was a little embarrassed: "This is Yang Li, the leader of Los Angeles, our cattle are all domesticated by him, but it's amazing, you can say whatever he asks!" ”

Yang Jiao began to inquire about the origin and cultivation of rice.

Uncle only said that there was a caravan from the south, and he was curious, so he exchanged a small cart for a bag of seeds, and now he is just trying to plant it, and it turns out that it is this thing.

Not only is the yield lower than that of millet, but it also costs a lot of water, and when winter comes, the paddy fields freeze and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are weeds.

Uncle sighed and said, "Grand Leader Yang, Young Master Guangguang, I was blinded by lard, and I was curious for a moment to trade this kind of thing. ”

The uncle is ready to pay tribute in the coming year, and his family will live a hard life with simple clothes and food.

Yang Jiao didn't plan to pit the old farmers, he said sincerely: "Uncle, don't hide it, your crops are very valuable to me, so I plan to buy all the output of this land next year, and please take good care of these plants." ”

Mao Mei was very surprised, this guy almost saw a pit, and even he was pitted by him to become a wife of the village sooner or later, why did he suddenly change sex today.

The reason for this is only Yang Jiao himself, dignified China, building the country with farming, no matter how poor the peasants are, agriculture is the foundation, farmers are the foundation, let this group of people be fed and clothed, the whole society will move forward steadily.

Yang Li took the old farmer's hand and continued: "Uncle, I contracted this land, you say, what do you want to use in exchange for the next year's output, I, the big leader of Los Angeles, will definitely find a way for you to get it!" ”

Uncle didn't have the opportunity to say a few words to a leader-level figure on weekdays, but this time he communicated with Yang Jiao seriously, his thoughts were sluggish, and he thought for a while before he said: "Where, where can I use the exchange of the big chief......"

"No, I, Yang Li, am a kind person, I have never been in the black blood clan, the white stone tribe, the gray wood settlement, etc., it can be described as upright and fair, although the sky is thundering, but you are not afraid, it is the gods of the heavens praising me," Yang Li swore to the sky, "Say, what do you want to exchange these crops for?" ”

The uncle was very worried: "Can I, can I exchange a piece of pottery, plus three buckets of millet rice, so that I can pay the tribute of the chief in the coming year." ”

Yang Li laughed and said, "That's it? No, you are a good farmer, a good farmer is a priceless treasure of a nation, not only will I give you something, but I will also hand over the ploughing ox and the bronze plough to you, don't roll your eyes, uncle, listen to me......"

When he heard about the ploughing ox, the uncle was so excited that he almost collapsed.

Everyone plucked people and poured chicken soup, and the uncle finally woke up and said leisurely: "I'm sorry, I just dreamed that someone was going to send me a ploughing cow." ”

Yang Li quickly cleared his throat: "That's right...... I'll also send someone to teach you how to use a bronze plow, and in short, tomorrow all the output of this rice field will be mine, understand! ”

"It wasn't a dream!" The uncle glared at Yang Li and fainted again.

At the end of the Ice Age, the Yellow River was lush with vegetation and a humid climate, just like the modern Yangtze River Basin, and there was no problem growing rice here.

Yang Jiao was very excited, with rice, he could at least feed more than three times the population!