Back at Xiyuan Fortress, the first thing Zhao Feng did was to gather all the slaves, he stood on the high platform, took out the slave seal, and said loudly: "Rank brothers and sisters, I once said that if the canal is built, I will set you free, and today, in front of the ranks, I will destroy this slave seal." After speaking, as soon as he rubbed his hands, the slave mark turned into pieces, and he saw that the slave mark on those slaves became lighter and fainter, and finally disappeared completely.

"Everyone, you're free!" Zhao Feng sprinkled the powder in his hand into the sky.

There was cheering among the slaves, and many hid their faces and wept.

After waiting for a long time, the crowd finally settled down, and Zhao Feng said loudly: "Now, you are free, this beacon plain, you come and go freely, if you want to leave, each person will send ten gold coins as travel expenses, and if you don't want to leave, give ten gold coins to settle down." ”

As soon as I exited, the crowd boiled again. Mu Cheng and the others desperately glanced at Zhao Feng, but Zhao Feng still didn't change his words.

When the crowd dispersed, Mu Cheng and the others surrounded him and asked with a sad face: "Young master, if you do this, I'm afraid you will run away at least half of the people!" ”

"I know, Mr. Mu, the twisted melon is not sweet, you look at our land here." After saying that, he grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, the soil of the Beacon Fire Plain was already loose and dry, and after a few days of heavy rain, there was almost only sand left on the surface, and the precipitation from the heavy rain had completely seeped down.

"How many people can be fed by this land that is so barren? If you have ideas, even if I force me to stay, can I keep it? If you don't want to leave, you can follow me to do it steadily, even if you can leave 10,000 people, I think it's enough. After Zhao Feng finished speaking, Mu Cheng and the others were thoughtful, and finally had to admit that this was indeed the case.

Zhao Feng once again convened everyone to discuss, the first thing was disaster relief, fortunately, the two fortresses were very strong, there was no shortage of accommodation, and there was no problem with a few thousand more people, not to mention, Zhao Feng did not lack food in his hands, and there should be no problem in surviving the winter.

The second thing is to solve the problem of drinking water, and Mr. Zhen took the initiative to ask Ying to check the direction of the terrain and re-plan the water diversion channel and reservoir, which is bound to be completed before the arrival of winter.

The third thing is to rebuild the new city, Xiyuan Port has become a ruin, Dongyuan Port is estimated to be no better, the reconstruction can be described as difficult, Zhao Feng did not want to waste any more energy, so he decided to build a new city between the fortress and the port, the original old city was directly demolished, planned into a port area, but now it is almost winter, and it can only be done.

The fourth thing is to rebuild the salt works, which can be done in winter, but fortunately, there are still some stocks, which will be enough to last next year.

After arranging these things, Zhao Feng took people to several villages and Dongyuan Port to inspect, as expected, the damage to Dongyuan Port was also very serious, but fortunately, there were few people here and the loss was small. The Higashihara Canal was built by the Temple Monks, and it is no worse than the Nishihara Canal.

On the return journey, Zhao Feng and his party did not return the same way, but advanced along the edge of the Blood Sand Valley, and due to the thousands of ravines washed by the flood, it took a lot of time for the group to return to the Xiyuan Fortress.

After going back, the statistical results of Xiyuan City have come out, among the 30,000 slaves, only half of them are willing to stay, and the other half are planning to leave Fenghuo Yuan, Zhao Feng did not ask about difficulties, but sent the travel fee as agreed, and helped contact the shipping ship, so that they could leave as soon as possible, as for whether they will become slaves again, it has nothing to do with Zhao Feng.

When I returned from the council hall, I suddenly thought that I hadn't seen Fang Xingyuan in the past few days, and when I went to Fang Xingyuan's residence, I saw that the building was also empty and left a letter. Take a look at it, Fang Xingyuan has returned to the Star Gate, but the letter also mentioned that she may return in the future.

Back at the residence, Zhao Feng was a little lost, but fortunately, Qi Yingying.

After recuperating for a long time, Zhao Feng finally cheered up and began to work hard for the reconstruction of the Beacon Plain. With the help of Mr. Zhen and others, and more than 20,000 people to drive, the water diversion project was completed in the winter, and the salt works began to be excavated and repaired, which is estimated to take some time.

In addition to being busy, Zhao Feng went to Wentian Village from time to time to cultivate, and with the help of beast eggs and hot springs, this cultivation progress was also extremely fast.

A month passed in a hurry, and on this day, heavy snow fell on the goose feathers, which was the first snow in hundreds of years in the Beacon Plain.

Old man Zhen was originally a southerner, and it was the first time he spent the winter in the north, wearing a fur jacket, but he was still a little uncomfortable: "Oh, this heavy snow, as soon as the north wind blows, the cold is in the bones, and this work is about to stop." In fact, Zhao Feng and others are not very accustomed to the weather here.

At this moment, the old priest Lu Su hurried over, and his thin face was full of smiles, which was very rare. Now, the weather is getting colder, this priest is still dressed in a single clothes, the cultivation method of the priests in the western realm is very strange, mixed with spirituality, witchcraft, and divine arts, and they have almost no offensive power, but they have a very strong sense of all things in heaven and earth, and they are the most good at seeking good fortune and avoiding disasters, and they are especially good at stimulating the potential of the clansmen. It can be said that if it were not for the leadership of the priests, the barbarians of the Western Frontier would have been wiped out hundreds of years earlier.

"Priest, what is the joy of this?" Zhao Feng asked.

"Hehe, come and ask the lord for a cup of wine."

"Where does the joy come from?"

"The lord is going to be a father, and my barbarian clan needs two more cubs, of course it is a happy event." The old priest replied.

When everyone heard this, they all came forward to congratulate, Zhao Feng was a little stunned for a while, and only replied there blankly: "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" ”

Immediately, Zhao Feng came to his senses again and asked, "Lord Priest just said, two?" ”

The old priest nodded: "Two, most of them are a man and a woman. ”

After hearing this, Zhao Feng jumped around happily like a monkey, but the old priest didn't care about this, but talked about the precautions. Finally, he said that a group of barbarian young men would come today, and they would arrange a place to stay.

Zhao Feng doesn't care about this: "The priest went to Mr. Mu to discuss." With that, he hurried to his lodgings.

When Zhao Feng was still immersed in the joy of being a father, a sand boat docked in Xiyuan Port, and more than 200 barbarian young people went ashore, most of them were young barbarian women. Barbarian women are different from women in the mainland of Tiantai Kingdom, they also have to practice martial arts, and even go into battle to fight, it can be said that they are tall, fit, and energetic.

The next day, when Zhao Feng saw the woman on this boat, he immediately understood that he was in love with the barbarians in the Western Realm. However, at this juncture.

Ignoring Zhao Feng's murderous eyes, the old priest's reason was very sufficient: "My barbarian clan wants to take root in the Beacon Fire Plain, how can a man do it?" ”

"I've asked in the past few days, some barbarians are already planning to stay, I'm thinking about holding a big gathering in a few days, what does the lord think?"

The barbarians are in the poor mountains and bad waters, this big set is the place where the barbarians exchange things, in fact, it is also the place where the men and women of the tribe communicate with each other, if you look at the right eye, the tribe is generally happy to exchange people with each other.

"The priest is right, this great gathering is going to be done." It is a matter of the overall situation in the western border, and Zhao Feng is not easy to stop.

While the two were talking, Mu Cheng rushed over: "Young Master, something happened to the volcanic island." With that, he handed over a small note. After Beacon Plain started trading with the herdsmen in Northern Xinjiang, he bought back a few letter eagles from the herdsmen and solved the communication problem of Beacon Plain.

Zhao Feng took it away and saw that the woodcutters on the volcanic island were attacked by monsters and injured five people. More than 300 miles from east to west, a red land, only there is a forest on the mountain, but the logging and transportation is very laborious, and the volcanic island where the volcanic ash is collected is densely wooded and suitable for shipping, which is the main source of wood in the Beacon Plain.

"Let's go, let's go to the volcanic island!"

When Zhao Feng came to the port with a group of barbarian monks and warriors, he saw more than a dozen cargo ships docking here. Although a month is a short time, the news of the opening of the canal in Fenghuoyuan has long spread to all continents, and the sea ships of several nearby countries have also begun to gather in Fenghuoyuan and go to the eastern part of Donghong Continent through the canal. The toll set by Zhao Feng is not high, and the cost of sea transportation is much lower than that of land transportation. Nowadays, more than a dozen sea ships are crossing the border every day, and the port of Nishihara is gradually becoming more vibrant, and there are several sea merchants who are already planning to open businesses here.

Zhao Feng took his own fast boat to the sea, and he could reach the volcanic island in an hour. On the boat, Mu Cheng said: "Young master, it looks like the logging thing is going to stop for a while, I heard Hong Jiao say that in half a month, there will be floating ice from the north." ”

"Well, if there is an ice floe, all the ships will go to the Red Sea for shelter."

In the sea area near the Beacon Plain, there are six large and small volcanic islands, all of which are extinct volcanoes that have been extinguished for hundreds of years, and Zhao Feng developed the closest one to the Beacon Plains - Qingshan Island. Boarding the port, the steward Jin He is already waiting here, this Jin He is also a native of Taiyue, a craftsman, and is the one who plans to settle in Fenghuoyuan.

"The monster couldn't see its face clearly, and the injured said that it was bitten when he saw a cloud of black fog rushing in, and now, he didn't dare to enter the mountain."

Ku Dong checked the injuries of the injured and said, "Looking at the wound, this beast is not big, and it is not like a common fierce beast such as tigers and leopards. ”

Following the guidance of the Golden River, Zhao Feng and his entourage came to the mountain forest where the loggers were attacked, and the mountain forest was full of cypresses, covering the sky and the sun, but they could not hear the sound of birds and insects, only the sound of rustling leaves. Zhao Feng urged his yin eyes to look around, only to see that the colorful colors in his field of vision receded, and the entire vision turned into black and white.

"Attention, under the boulder on the right!" I only listened to Ke Mu's voice to everyone. Zhao Feng turned his eyes and saw that under a boulder in the distance, there was a stone crevice, and there was a small beast crouching inside, shrouded in black mist.

"Drake?" Zhao Feng asked.

"It's like a hybrid." Kudong should be reconciled.

"No, it's a redlinmon, but it's a different species." Or Ke Mu's predecessors are well-informed.