Do you want to promise these natives enough food to be provided to them before they starve to death?

On the city wall in the early morning, Zhang Wei held an old knife brand cigarette that had not been lit for a long time in his mouth, and his heart fell into a long thought.

Xiao An also followed Zhang Wei's example, squatting more than ten meters away, full of unspeakable interest in what was happening in front of him.

Zhang Wei maintained such a somewhat sand sculpture posture, and has been squatting here for some time.

From 5:20 just after landing, I have been thinking about it until almost half past six now, and I still have not made up my mind to agree.

It's not that this thing is hard-hearted, and he doesn't want to save people at all.

But just think of it: so many people in the future, they will count on him to be in charge of life, need to eat him, and use him.

Suddenly, this young man, who had just turned eighteen, was very inexplicably apprehensive in his heart.

In other words, even he himself has just reached the standard of living that can fill his stomach.

According to the statistics reported by Xi Xiong not long ago: as of yesterday, a total of six villages have come to Mangshan Village to help the old and the young.

With the addition of the original population of the village, the number of temporary residents in the village has now reached 1,362.

This is still the result of these newcomers to the village, after losing a considerable number of people in the previous attacks of the Demon Beasts and Demon Demons.

Otherwise, the number would have exceeded two thousand.

That's more than 1,300 people, that is, more than 1,300 mouths that can be eaten.

God knows, with such a population that has suddenly expanded several times over, how much food is needed to feed them every day, and how long can I last with my little energy balance......

Just when Zhang Wei was squatting at the head of the city and worried, the natives below were already busy.

The adult man gathered all the monsters and demons he had slain, and planned to pile up firewood and burn them all in one fell swoop.

As indigenous people, they naturally do not have any modern knowledge and concepts of health and epidemic prevention.

However, the survival experience handed down over the years let them know that these corpses possessed by the demon are best disposed of in this way as soon as possible.

Otherwise, it will be a great disaster for everyone.

The women, on the other hand, began to busily prepare their morning food, and as they were doing so, they were clearly divided into seven distinct areas.

It seems that they are all organized by their respective villages before, and they are instinctively divided.

Zhang Wei, who was squatting on the city wall, accidentally glanced at the food they were preparing, and immediately attracted his strong attention.

The area he saw the most was naturally the food being prepared in Mangshan Village.

As they had been a little over a month before, the food they had prepared was nothing new: horse sausages and canned lunches, some broth stewed with wild vegetables, and a little sawdust brown bread were all the answer.

If anything, there is less of a variety of ingredients in the soup.

In addition, the black bread that had been left for more than a month, and even Zhang Wei didn't know if it had become rancid, was cut into pieces by the women and roasted a little on the charcoal fire.

But even so, I don't know how many foreign natives are salivating when they look at the food.

The main reason is that the food they prepare is worse.

Zhang Wei could see that they were using some large and small clay pots to stew a little mess on the fire, even if it was all their food in the morning.

The clay pot was filled with some strangely colored jerky, some plants that looked like plant stems, and some wild vegetables and grass roots that were not so fresh.

The problem is that the amount of these things in the soup in large and small clay pots is really very limited.

More of what was put into the soup was all sorts of mashed bark.

When he saw this, Zhang Wei instinctively glanced at the mountains and forests in the distance, and saw that in the early morning sun, his eyes were full of trees that had been stripped of their bark.

It seems that there is no prey nearby, and it is estimated that even the wild vegetables are almost eaten.

Even if you don't think about whether people will die after eating the bark for a long time, if it takes another half a year, these natives will not even be able to eat the bark......

Seeing this, the hesitation in Zhang Wei's heart was gone.

Indeed, he did not know how long this plague would last, and the need for the survival of so many natives was indeed a huge burden for him.

But no matter what, these are all living lives.

A life with black hair and black eyes, just like his yellow-skinned life.

No matter how difficult it is, it is necessary to keep them from starving to death in such a pitiful way, and even for the other natives in the ruins, save one if they can.

Standing up suddenly, Zhang Wei stood on the city wall and shouted loudly:

"Bear bear, take out all the food in stock, let everyone have a full meal first, and the other villages will come over immediately, and I will talk to you first." ”

Such a sound fell on the ears of the natives, and it was undoubtedly a moving sound from heaven.

At this time, the golden morning sun sprinkled on the high city wall, shining the tall figure of Zhang Dixian on the city wall.

It felt as divine as a god looking down on them and saving them from the Infernal Hell.

This scene was deeply reflected in their hearts, and it is still very fresh in their memories when they look back many years later......

While these people were eating the oily broth and eating the black bread that was absolutely full, Zhang Wei reached a consensus with the village chiefs and elders of each village.

Actually, that's not true!

Because these people who are lucky to survive are simply what Zhang Wei says, and there is no objection to Zhang Wei's request at all.

In the end, in the effort of a meal, the following agreement was reached:

First, all these people joined Mangshan Village and became his employees of Zhang Dixian, and since then they have received various arrangements from Zhang Dixian unconditionally.

For example, he went out to help fight the war, helped grow vegetables at home, and so on, even if he did not bring in the seeds of various crops in Zhang Wei's plan so far.

Second, select the strongest 200 men from all the male fighters, and transport them one by one to Diwozi by the transport plane piloted by Xiao An.

With the delivery capacity of JU52, it is no problem to load 20 people at a time.

Two hundred people, that is, a few days of work back and forth, can all be transported in place, and when Zhang Wei goes back this time, he can also bring a little more people over!

Zhang Wei will be there for a period of special training for these people.

Then, they were armed to the teeth and went to the third brother's house together, so that they knew what was called a group fight, and what was called Zhang Dixian, and there was not an inch of grass left.

Regarding the scale of 200 people, Zhang Wei also considered it.

Even after the two hundred people are dispatched, the defensive strength here in Mangshan Village is still enough to face all kinds of threats in the demonic disaster.

Third, pass on the news, Mangshan Village recruits a large number of employees.

Well, it doesn't matter if you don't know what it means to recruit employees, anyway, if there are natives who can't survive, as long as they come here to join him Zhang Dixian, they will always survive this fateful disaster.

After basically determining these three points, Zhang Wei once again left a large amount of food and ammunition for the village.

For a while, looking at so many tangible materials, everyone's respect for Zhang Dixian reached the highest point.

And Zhang Wei himself didn't even have time to eat breakfast, so he hurriedly exchanged for a new transport plane, loaded Xiao An and nineteen indigenous soldiers, and flew back towards the edge of the Great Gobi......

It's seven o'clock.

If the delay is too long, and you don't get back to lunchtime, things will get into trouble again.

It's just that on the way back, Zhang Wei, who guided Xiao An to pilot the plane, took stock of his energy point balance by the way.

As of now, the balance of his system is more than 163,000.

After spending 21,000 points just now, the food they exchanged for was enough to eat for at least a month, and it seemed that things were not as bad as they imagined.

And at such a price, at least two hundred strong men who are at least comparable to the second grade have been obtained.

On the contrary, he himself seems to have inadvertently made a big profit, of course, all this is to pin all his hopes on the premise that the demon disaster can be ended as soon as possible.