The wheat here grows very fast, and in a blink of an eye, the ears of wheat are golden, and Yang Fan looks at the harvest of wheat waves, more than joy, but a relief. Just as the rice was almost finished, a new crop of wheat was finally harvested. More than 300,000 mu, more than 1 million stone of wheat, from the account book that came up, Yang Fan felt for the first time how powerful this number was.

Looking at the abundance of granaries, the mood of the farmers is also extraordinarily good. The soil here is very fertile, the wind and rain are smooth, and in the past three or four months, there are basically no particularly major disasters. "Sir, how are you going to distribute this grain?"

"One million stone of grain, ready, in a few days, when this place is stable, you can set off and transport it back." Li Yuhuan's pen paused and asked, "Mr. said he was going back?" ”

"Well, when it's winter here, the wind blows north, and we'll set sail back." It is affected by the monsoon, when Yang Fan and they came, it was summer, the wind blew from the sea to the land, and in winter, the north wind blew here, and the ship sailed fast.

Li Yuhuan laughed and said, "Is this what Mr. said about geography?" ”

Yang Fan said: "These are just scratching the surface. By the way, have the written title deeds been distributed to each account? "The land must have a title deed, and since Yang Fan has promised these farmers to let them own their own land, then they must really divide the land to the households. One million stone is enough to meet the food needs of 300,000 a year. Yang Fan thought that if it was shipped back, maybe this year's natural disasters could be alleviated a little.

According to the calculation of the day, now the Ming Dynasty should be in the late spring, the end of the spring, and hundreds of sons and daughters of Dengke and the first, set up a bold ambition for the country and the people, however, how many can not go with the flow, out of the mud and not stained? Yang Fan didn't know that he was lying on a haystack made of wheat straw, enjoying the warmth brought by the sun.

However, this tranquility was broken by a loud whistling sound from afar. Yang Fan straightened up, the haystack was slightly higher, and he stood on the haystack mountain and looked at the source of the sound. He quickly took out a telescope from his chest and took a closer look, and immediately scolded: "My God, so many natives!" ”

"Assemble! Assemble quickly! ”

The gong sounded quickly, and all the battalions that were still working heard the loud gong, and they quickly moved closer to the direction of the gong under the leadership of the production captain of their own camp. Yang Fan asked Huahua, who rushed over, "When you went back to the tribe a few days ago, did your chief say that you wanted to come over?" ”

Flowey shook her head.

"Come!" Yang Fan pulled a handful of flowers under the haystack, handed her the binoculars in his hand, and said, "Look at where these tribes are from." ”

"Invisible ......"

"It's the other way around!" Yang Fan helped Huahua turn the telescope around, and anxiously urged on the side: "Look." ”

Huahua took the black tube, glanced left and right, and hurriedly said, "Yuori, it's a member of the Hanori tribe!" She slid down the haystack and said to Yang Fan, "Hurry up, let's go find the tribal leaders, these people must have come for the grain that has just been harvested." Damn Munda, they must have sued the Yuori tribe to be so coincidental that they would dare to come and snatch the grain when we have a good harvest. ”

Yang Fan was surprised: "Huahua, can you say that you are so fluent?" ”

Huahua stomped her feet on the ground in a hurry, and said, "It's all this time, you are still joking with me, those tribesmen are coming to grab food!" "Every time the winter is approaching, each tribe will hunt to stock up on the food needed for the winter, many small tribes, due to the sparse population, a dozen wild boars plus some low-level cultivation and harvested grain, can barely survive the winter, and some large tribes, completely rely on robbery, in order to make up for the lack of food.

However, in recent years, the people of the Sanqing tribe have traded the surplus grain harvested from cultivation with other large tribes every year, so they can basically maintain a certain balance between these tribes. At this time, it stands to reason that the people of the Yuori tribe were busy talking about business with the people of the Sanqing tribe, how could they suddenly appear here.

Yang Fan looked at the feather weaving army of nearly 50,000 people, and his heart was also hairy.

"Zhang Yao! Zhang Yao! ”

"Yes, sir!" Zhang Yao's face was full of solemnity, such 50,000 people came over menacingly, although in his eyes they were all chickens and dogs, but the five hundred Jinyi guards could not fight with one enemy and one hundred, and they could be shot to death by random arrows alone.

"Order the whole battalion, the whole team to stand by. Bring out all those Furlong machines, order the gunners, reload and stand by! After Yang Fan finished commanding, he immediately said to Huahua: "You are a member of the Sanqing tribe, do they dare to touch you?" ”

Huahua shook her head and said, "Now that our tribe is strong, they don't dare to touch us, but you ......"

"Well, you go over and tell them, if you have anything to say, send someone to talk three hundred paces away, and if you enter three hundred paces, you will be attacked. Remember, beware of safety. Huahua nodded and said, "Don't worry, I have the token that my grandfather gave me, and they don't dare to do anything to me." ”

Yang Fan nodded. He held the binoculars and stared at the Haori tribe that was already ready to go a thousand kilometers away. He put down the binoculars in his hand and said, "Liu Hui, go and bring the young leader who is still in the tribe." If it's really the wind they let out, then it's time for this group of unfamiliar wolf cubs to be slaughtered. ”

Before Liu Hui could pass, Ah Bang had already escorted the young leader who had been kidnapped. "Sir, I just said that these people are traitors, you see, now they have brought the Haori tribe over."

The man who was tied up struggled a few times, and muttered a lot of words in his mouth. Ah Bang pressed him down and said angrily: "You see that he still quibbled that no, otherwise how would those people from the Feather Weaving tribe come over." ”

"Abang, untie him."

"Sir, I can't. This traitor ......"

"Liu Hui." Yang Fan motioned for Liu Hui to untie the rope.

The man knelt on the ground and muttered a lot of words, looking very excited. Yang Fan asked, "Abang, what did he say?" "He said that they did not betray you, and that the separation from the Haori tribe was also sent by the chief himself. The big chief over there agreed. ”

"I'm going to make it up! Then why do they come at the time of our harvest, not to grab food, but to do something? ”

Yang Fan said: "Guda, let me ask you, are you sure, it wasn't you who lured those people from the Feather Weaving tribe over?" The young man nodded. Yang Fan nodded, patted Guda's shoulder, and said, "I believe in you." He believed Guda's words. There is no why, because he doubted too much before, so now he chooses to believe more.