The northern barbarians did not develop the art of papermaking. It is said that the Leons are exploring this technology, and they have already developed a rough base paper, but there are still various complex problems to be solved before it can be fully put into practice.

Leaving a contract on a clay tablet is a barbarian practice. The exact retention period depends on the transaction process. Such an exchange of grain and cloth is usually kept for three years and then destroyed in the presence of the legislators of both sides. If one of the parties indicates that the tablet needs to be retained, the other party must agree and cannot object.

Fuquan left happily.

Including the men he brought with him, they all left with smiles on their faces.

After so long in a half-starved state, there's nothing quite like a hot broth with a decent amount of roast.

If you come to the door as a guest, you must be well entertained.

Not long after the guests of Zuo Suozhai left, Tong Biao and Guoji walked into Tianhao's village together.

"Ah Hao, your method works very well!" Tong Biao's eyes flashed with admiration, and his face was full of joy: "When you asked me to take the pickled bear meat to Zuosuozhai, I thought that this matter might not be as simple as you thought, but I didn't expect it to be done by you today." ”

Guoji, who has always been steady, was also full of excitement: "Yes! How can you be sure that the people of Zuo Suozhai will not accept the terms of me and Guoji, and exchange cloth for food from us? ”

Some words can't be said too clearly, and the evolution of the brain requires more autonomous thinking. Tianhao smiled, raised his hand and patted Tong Biao's shoulder: "Only when there is a comparison can the judgment of good and bad be produced." The price of five kilograms of dried fish is actually not low, but compared to the grain spent on exchanging cloth in winter, Fuquan will definitely not accept it. I have to make him understand what season it is, and more importantly, if he doesn't change some food and go back, the people in Zuosuozhai will starve to death. ”

As he spoke, there was a knock on the door. Tianhao glanced in the direction of the door: "Come in." ”

A man carrying bricks in a cart outside the stockade walked in. He saluted respectfully to Tianhao, and described what had happened before in a low voice: "Chief, according to what you have explained, I told them that the tower is a conservatory. And they believed. ”

Tianhao's voice was full of the unique strength and majesty of the superior, and he smiled and nodded: "Well done!" Go and ask the warehouse steward to get an extra day's meat. Here's a reward for you. ”

The function and distribution of the new buildings in Panshizhai is a secret that must be concealed from outsiders as much as possible.

Fuquan is an anxious man, driven by hunger, and he wants to complete the deal as soon as possible. The next day, the fully loaded convoys of the two sides met at the designated place, and after inspecting the goods, the two leaders completed the final delivery.

When the wooden carts loaded with cloth were pulled into the gate of the village, the Panshi Village fell into a boiling again.

"Cloth, do you see it, the car is full of cloth."

"It's linen, and cotton. Oh my God, I've never seen so much cloth! ”

"Hahahaha, we'll have clothes to wear in the future."

"This is all Tianhao exchanged from the Deer Clan, and he helped us change it."

Tianhao climbed into a cart in the middle of the square, stood on a pile of cloth wrapped in hay, and said in a loud and infectious voice: "Last winter, when I took over as the head of the stockade, I promised you that all the people here would be fed and clothed. ”

"Now, I did!" This sentence burst out at Tianhao's loudest volume, and even the birds standing on the branches outside the wall were frightened, and hurriedly flapped their wings and flew away.

Tong Biao's eldest son, Yuan Kai, released a frenzy in his eyes, looked at Tianhao standing in the car and muttered: "He is right, he did it." ”

The slender Ayi stood in front of the crowd, firmly locked on Tianhao's gaze full of heat and adoration: "No one can do better than you, you are a real leader." ”

Xuhui bent his right knee in silence and knelt respectfully in front of Tianhao.

He seemed to be a silent signal, alongside, around, nearby...... More people did the same thing, kneeling down to Tianhao almost in unison.

Fu Song ruled Panshi Village for decades, and there were not many people who were truly loyal to him. Tianhao succeeded him as the new leader for only half a year, and he has fundamentally grasped the hearts of the people.

In fact, the people in Panshizhai are not demanding. As long as you are well fed and warmly dressed, it is enough.

There was no full-time tailor in the village, so Tianhao followed the old method and distributed the fabric directly to everyone. The number is unprecedentedly rich: adult men and women can each get one piece of cotton cloth, and the number of children is halved.

Pallet carts loaded with cloth gathered in the center of the village square, and dozens of young men with selected and sturdy physiques waiting around Tianhao with weapons in hand. They are members of the law enforcement team of the village, which is a new thing that Tianhao has recently made, which is equivalent to the police who are responsible for maintaining order in the era of civilization.

Many barbarians don't know what "queuing" is, and the people in Panshizhai have no idea about it. The majesty of the law enforcement team needs to be accumulated little by little in daily life. Since killing Fu Song last winter, taking full control of the village, and openly distributing food to everyone, Tianhao has consciously cultivated the discipline of the villagers.

Ayi and a few women took a piece of fabric from the car, opened it and measured it with a meter ruler, folded it in half and cut it in half from the middle. The villagers lined up in a not neat but orderly line, and received their own share from Tianhao in turn.

It's hard to get them to learn to follow order, and the law enforcement team doesn't suck the ass of those who don't follow the rules. Whenever this happens, Tianhao stands aside and watches coldly, and when he is almost beaten, he will come over and dissuade him with a pleasant face. The punished person knew that it was powerful, and also felt the love and warmth from the young leader. He would take it all to heart, the pain in his flesh would keep him the lesson for a long time or even forever, and the experience of being saved from the pain would make him grateful to Tianhao.

Today's "carrot" is cloth.

Last year, Fu Song was desperate to exchange grain for people from other villages. During the winter festival, he killed a batch, but was later stopped by Tianhao and did not continue to replace people. Although the population of the village has been on the verge of danger, thanks to the abundant food reserves, a large number of outsiders have not caused any trouble, but the living rooms are crowded.

Seven hundred and two people, this is the current population of Panshi Village.

A smile is a lethal weapon. Tianhao was a handsome man, and he had grown well due to the abundance of food for several months, and his height suddenly jumped a lot. The lumpy pectoral muscles emerge from below the open Pikan shoulders and connect with the tall shoulders to accentuate strength and toning.

Hand the fabric to a man of his own age, and he will raise his hand and pat the other person on the shoulder and say something encouraging.

If it was an old man, Tianhao would show a bit of respect.

His attitude towards women was equally gentle, without the slightest arrogance of men in this era. The Panshi Village is not big, the population is not large at present, and the affairs of each family inside and outside are not secrets, and Tianhao can always find some topics that women are interested in. For example, children, such as men, such as food at home, and so on...... This is a special skill from the age of civilization, and he learned to impromptu for a while. It's not that at that time, I had an idea about a profession like a show host, it was purely a personal hobby, and the necessary skills training after being promoted from an ordinary soldier to an officer.

A good leader in the eyes of the people is not just a matter of giving more benefits to ordinary people in his policies. It is also necessary to publicize it, to show more pro-people postures on different occasions, to be more in tune with the people, and to be more in tune with the people, without the slightest obstacle of consciousness of class estrangement.

There are more and more women gathered around Tianhao. More than a dozen, all of them are young and "pretty" kinds. The weather is hot, and the leather robes of the whole body can't be worn at all, and they are half-exposed, and their thick arms are even inferior to the lightweight bodybuilding champions of the civilized era. A thick waist means strength, and it is a good hand for both farming and hunting. There were not many young girls in the village, and most of them were exchanged for food from outside. Every time they saw them, the men in the village couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh: these women can only be regarded as average. The really beautiful ones have already been killed by the Fusong Action Sacrifice during the Winter Festival. Now, for such a thing as a "partner", you can only find a tall one among the short.

Tianhao has never accepted any woman's show of love. Their gaze is unabashed, and their movements are bold. He believed that as long as he looked at him, these stout and black girls would take the initiative to burrow into his cabin, take off their leather robes and wait quietly for the night to fall...... It took a lot of effort for Tianhao to get out of the pile of women, and the strong smell of sweat almost suffocated him, parrying and wandering between the slippery and fat bodies almost didn't make him collapse. Especially when he dragged his tired steps into the room where the old priest lived, he was very nostalgic for the era of civilization that had passed.

We have to find a way to get the women in the village to bathe.

Also, which damn bastard changed his former aesthetic and regarded a group of strong and powerful black fat women as stunning girls?

Holding a soft cotton cloth, he respectfully served in front of the old priest.

This is the best product carefully selected by Fuquan from the exchange goods according to Tianhao's requirements. There are also fine and defective textiles. Compared with ordinary cotton, the superior quality is softer, more breathable, and more comfortable to wear.

The old priest was satisfied. Compared with the dead Fu Song, Tianhao, the young leader, liked him more. Not to mention the food, all kinds of things are high-quality. Many times the old priest felt emotional: After living in Panshi Village for so many years, only Tianhao served as the leader for half a year, and he had the most worry-free and happy life.