The middle of June is the first harvest season of the year.

There were golden wheat fields outside the Imperial City, and Old Tom was cutting wheat in the fields as he estimated how this year's harvest would be. It wasn't until the whole ox cart was filled with cut wheat that he realized that his son didn't know where to go.

"You lazy bone, where did you die! Hurry up and get to work, or I'll break your legs!" Old Tom roared as he looked at the full ox cart that had not yet departed, and brandished his scythe.

But no one answered such a roar, and old Tom gasped and muttered a word, wiped his sweat with a towel on his shoulder, and walked with a black face like an ox cart parked on the side of the road.

The old ox carried a cart of cut wheat and lowered his head to eat the grass on the side of the road. Old Tom came to the ox cart with a black face and searched for a while, but after repeated rounds he could not find where his son was hiding.

"Moo"

The scalper swept the cowflies with his tail as old Tom arrived, and then ignored the old Tom beside him, and only looked firmly ahead with his two big eyes, as if there was something good in front of him.

Old Tom looked up at the unusual behavior of the ox, and saw in the distance a man riding three tall horses, who were slowly approaching at this moment.

After just one glance at Old Tom, he immediately lowered his head, in Old Tom's heart, the person who could ride a horse, no matter what, was not something that a little person like him could offend, and it was better that there was no intersection between them.

"Ding-bell, ding-bell"

The horse's bell rang from far to near, and old Tom pretended not to hear it, and lowered his head to tie the rope for the ox cart.

"Old man, how is this year's harvest?"

Just as old Tom thought the three men were passing by, a pair of broad palms suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and then several of the wheat that had been bundled on the ox cart were suddenly taken away by these hands.

Old Tom looked up at the wheat that had been pulled out, and saw that the young man who was walking in the middle was dressed very carefully, and was now crushing the wheat husks and observing the wheat grains inside.

"The rise of wheat this year is good, except for the forty percent handed over to the king, there is still a lot left!" Old Tom pretended to be busy when he had finished speaking, and went towards the wheat field with his sickle on his shoulder.

The three people riding tall horses glanced at each other, it was Zhang Yao, Dracula, and Pudu Cihang.

Conscription, ordnance, grain and grass, these things Zhang Yao did not deal with personally, but pushed them to the two generals Yan and Jiang, and he took Dracula and the others out of the city for a walk.

Zhang Yao's current social relations are similar to those of the city-state, where each city is like a signal tower, with the city as the center and radiating outward, gathering the vast majority of people in the city or attached to the periphery of the city.

This world is rich in products and the production of food is extremely high. Therefore, except for the hunters who rely on hunting for a living or the rangers who wander around, in fact, the vast majority of people live not far away, and many people do not know what the scenery is hundreds of miles away in their lives, let alone have the idea of leaving their hometown.

It's not numbness, it's enjoying a life of abundance. In the past, there were only two questions that everyone cared about, that is, whether they ate bread with butter at noon today, and whether they had beer to drink after eating.

Of course, if you have a barbecue with a beer, it's a perfect day.

Looking at Old Tom's perfunctory attitude, Zhang Yao chose to move on.

Along the way, looking at the farmers who were still happy in their work, and the carriage that was fully loaded, Zhang Yao knew that there was a good harvest this year without asking.

Wheat fields, vegetable plantations, fruit groves, and dairy farms Zhang Yao didn't do anything in the afternoon, and walked around the city in a few hours, stopping and hearing many interesting folk stories along the way, and also left a preliminary impression of his kingdom in his mind.

The recovered wheat is ground into flour to make bread.

Vegetables are brought to the table and mixed with butter to become a delicacy.

Many fruits are purchased by the flocking townspeople, and they will be an ideal companion for salads.

The green hops are reprocessed, and the all-night pub has fond memories of countless people.

Hunters who go out hunting will trade their game for good wine, and the next day the cycle will start again.

Zhang Yao watched all this quietly along the way, and loved all this deeply.

When the king does not sit in the castle, the king in the castle only knows the data in other people's mouths, just like the system reports to his own subjects 370,000 and the people's hearts 60.

In fact, Zhang Yao himself didn't see it at all, he didn't see where the people were, and he only knew how everyone was doing in the 60th of the people's hearts.

Zhang Yao spent an afternoon in stop-and-go, but he didn't have the physical fitness of Pudu Cihang and Dracula as an ordinary person, and the whole person was about to fall apart after half a day.

But Zhang Yao was happy in his heart, because he saw all this with his own eyes, and he didn't know it from the system or other people's mouths.

At this moment, Zhang Yao felt that he was a king, his words and deeds could make countless people laugh or cry, and his every decision could change the fate of a kingdom.

Watch the sunset that is about to set, and the entire imperial city bathed in the sunset.

Zhang Yao gently opened his arms, as if embracing the whole world.

"Boom"

"Hurry up and keep up, don't be left behind!"

There was a dull sound from the ground, and the whispers of countless people were in my ears.

Zhang Yao and Dracula glanced at each other, rode their horses forward, and ran to a high ground.

Ten miles away, herds of cattle and sheep looked boundless, and there were no less than tens of thousands of them at a glance, and even the earth trembled when they ran.

These cattle and sheep were spurred by hundreds of knights in leather armor to come from afar, and a bright red banner was planted on the backs of several horsemen and fluttered in the wind, looking like a red tiger from a distance.

"Your Majesty, it's the Tiger Banner, the banner of the Bulg people in the kingdom of Rohan. These Bulgers were nomadic and did not build towns all their lives, apparently exchanging cattle and sheep for food. ”

Dracula, who was standing beside Zhang Yao, whispered, the distance of ten miles was close in his eyes. The closer to darkness gets, the better Dracula's vision becomes, and he is not affected by darkness at all.

Listening to Dracula's words, Zhang Yao nodded silently, this Bulg people are the closest tribe in the Rohan Kingdom to the Rising Sun Empire, and they are only nomadic outside the border line four hundred miles to the east. Even the distance from the tribes of the Bulgs to the Imperial City of the Rising Sun was closer than their return to the capital of the Rohan Kingdom, so the two sides have always had a certain intimacy in their interests, and bartering transactions are carried out every year according to the harvest season.

Zhang Yaoguang looked at the mighty herd of cattle and sheep below, and whispered to Dracula beside him: "I heard that Simon, the leader of the Bulgers, has always opposed Xiyoudon's nephew Iomo and became the second heir to the throne!" ”

"Yes, the king of the kingdom of Rohan, Theodon, is old. Simon fears that with his weak character, he will be ousted by Iomo after the death of King Heudon! ”

Dracula told everything he knew, and the heirs of a kingdom would be distinguished by their priority, the first in line was the son of King Heudun, and the second in line was the leader of the army in the kingdom of Rohan, the nephew of Theodon.

The king of the Rohan kingdom, Xiyud, was not in charge of the army, and the remaining 20,000 cavalry in the Rohan kingdom were under the control of Iomo, except for the 10,000 infantry guarding the imperial city of Idoras. Therefore, there are even rumors that once King Xiyodon dies, Iomo definitely has the strength and ambition to overthrow the so-called first heir to the throne and become king himself.

And the above dangerous remarks are also the reason why several tribal leaders in the Rohan kingdom have always opposed the Iomo army.

Zhang Yaomu sent the Bulgers in the direction of the imperial city, and after a long time, he ordered Dracula: "You go and do it, I want to meet this tiger of the Graton Plains and hear his opinion on the ownership of the throne!" ”

Zhang Yao had a mysterious smile on his face, and Dracula and Pudu Cihang glanced at each other and understood the meaning of Zhang Yao's words.

Dracula turned his horse's head and looked at the Bulgers' ranks, a grim smile on his face.

Looking at Dracula, who was about to set off after turning the horse's head, Zhang Yao stretched out his hand to stop his movements, and asked rhetorically, "My dear brother, are you going to ride a horse?" No, no, no, that's not good enough! ”

In Zhang Yao's words, Dracula was slightly stunned, and then nodded thoughtfully, and the smile on his face was even more three.

"Whoa!"

Dracula's body instantly turned into ten thousand bats, roaring and flying into the distance.

ps

Ask for red tickets, ask for collections. Tomorrow we will start hitting the new book list!

In addition, to explain that the acquisition of the Rising Sun Empire is the meaning of the rising sun, and it has nothing to do with a certain island country, don't think crookedly.