Zhangzhung Gyatso did not say goodbye to anyone and left with his own people.

Of course, before leaving, he met with the leaders of many small tribes and accepted their kindness, and after a while, a large number of people and horses will come to take refuge in him, and the Maoniu tribe will be much stronger at that time.

All the way home, passing through the royal court settlement along the way, Zhangxiong Gyatso's heart was hot, and he thought of Rondoya's plump body............ It was when he was young and strong, and he couldn't hold it back, so he let the tribesmen stay outside for a day of rest, and he himself quietly entered the settlement and found the camp of the Duolang tribe.

Suddenly seeing Zhangxiong Gyatso appear, Rondoya was also surprised and delighted. Got into the tent and ordered no one to disturb them, and the two immediately fell into a frenzy............!

Lying on the felt carpet, Zhangxiong Gyatso caressed Langdoya's silky delicate body and briefly talked about the battle with the savages. When she heard that Zhangzhung Gyatso had given a large piece of land to her son Dolang Quga, Langdoya glanced at him with indescribable tenderness............ There is no doubt that Zhangxiong Gyatso did this mainly for the sake of her face.

"How long are you going to stay in the royal court? Why don't you go back to the Mao Niu tribe with me, I don't feel at ease if I always leave you outside." ”

Hearing Zhangxiong Gyatso's words, Rondoya smiled softly: "What, worried that I will find another man?"

"You dare, you are my woman, and if a man dares to touch a finger of you, I will slaughter his entire tribe. Zhangxiong Gyatso has a man's common disease, and he can't tolerate his woman being touched, so he said domineeringly. As he spoke, he rubbed his hands vigorously against Rondoya's towering.

Both of them breathed heavily, and soon another storm broke out ...................

Zhangzhung Gyatso stayed overnight at the royal court and left the next day. Langdoya did not go with him, but she also promised that when her son Dolang Quga could take charge of the entire tribe on his own, she would go to the side of the Maoniu tribe Xiangxiong Gyatso.

After many days, they finally returned to the Maoniu tribe, and at this time it was already early autumn, and the tribesmen in the tribe began to harvest the grass together to prepare for the winter.

After more than a month of separation, Jinpa Zhuoma and Xiang Pa Meerduo missed him very much, and Zhangxiong Gyatso had to put aside many affairs of the tribe and accompany them for a day before meeting Solang Tondrup and others.

"Big head, those crops you planted are yellow, they should be ready to be harvested, right?" Solang Dunzhu has been paying attention to the potato field, and seeing the potatoes growing and yellowing day by day, he is actually the most anxious. But Zhangzhung Gyatso would not come, and they did not dare to harvest casually.

"Arsleng hasn't come yet?" Zhangxiong Gyatso asked, knowing that the orc smuggler had not come, and the Terran farmer he longed for could not come, and the wheat and corn seeds collected in his immortal land space could only be taken out later.

"Okay, let's go harvest the potatoes tomorrow. Zhangxiong Gyatso decided. ......

The next day, all the twenty or thirty thousand men of the tribe got up early in the morning, and one by one, as if they were celebrating a great festival, they all gathered around the potato fields. Prepare to see how the so-called potatoes planted by the Zhangxiong Datou people are harvested.

The barbarians don't know how to farm, after all, this is their first time, so it makes sense to pay more attention. There were no suitable farming tools, so Zhangzhung Gyatso specially prepared some wooden shovels to dig up potatoes.

There are about three or four hundred acres of land reclaimed, of which more than 100 acres of sweet potatoes have been planted, and it is not yet time to harvest. The potatoes are about 300 acres, and their stalks have long since turned yellow, and it is time to harvest. He picked up a shovel and looked at a potato and shoveled the first shovel. Turning the soil over, several potatoes the size of a baby's head gurgled out.

Solange Tonzhu immediately picked up the potatoes and counted them, there were seven or eight of them, and he couldn't help but show an excited look on his face...... That's a lot of production!

Zhangxiong Gyatso was also surprised, seven or eight potatoes, each of which was the size of a child's head, and weighed at least three or four pounds. The yield of one tree is twenty or thirty catties, is it because the soil of the other world is so fertile that the potatoes have mutated?

He shook his head, the soil of the wasteland was very poor, and only wild grass grew. The reason why there is such a yield should be due to the soil of the immortal soil space that he sprinkled, which improved the soil here. This discovery made him very excited, as long as he had the blessing of the immortal soil space, then even if the barbarians didn't know how to farm, they could kill all the Terran farmers in seconds by cultivating a little land casually.

With the beginning of the big head, the tribesmen burst out with great enthusiasm, and one by one they flocked up, and even the children happily picked up the potatoes and piled them next to the ridges. The 300 acres of potatoes were soon completely harvested.

Looking at the mountains of potatoes, everyone looked at Zhangzhung Gyatso. After all, it's a new food, and everyone doesn't know how to eat it.

Laughing, let the clansmen light the cow dung heap, just on the ground, bury the potatoes in the cow dung and bake, soon, a rich aroma came out, the people in front couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and the back could not be seen, one by one a little impatient to rush forward.

Divide the potatoes among the elders of the clan and let them taste them first. A few old men broke the hot potatoes and put them in their mouths, and a soft and sweet smell made them want to stop.

"Good things, good things, we barbarians can also grow food, and we don't have to worry about starving to death in the future! This is all brought to us by the Zhangxiong Datou, and it is a gift from the Immortal Heaven to us!" The old men trembled and saluted to Zhangzhung Gyatso, and the surrounding clansmen quickly bowed down.

Today is a good day, Zhangxiong Gyatso simply let it go and let the people enjoy it. Anyway, more than 300 acres have harvested about more than one million catties of potatoes, and the yield is a little scary.

The tribesmen rejoiced, Solang Tondrup and Tenzin Tun Geet presided over the distribution of potatoes to everyone, and Zhangxiong Gyatso took Jinpa Zhuoma and Xiang Pa Meerduo to hide outside his big tent and asked them to bring a large piece of beef to be made into potato roast beef to eat.

As soon as the women were taught how to handle the food, Nanka suddenly broke in: "The caravan of the orcs Alslene is coming! ”

Great, finally waiting for Arslen, Zhangxiong Gyatso stood up with a smile: "Let's go, let's go meet him." ”..................

Arslen is very prepared this time, and for such unconscionable smugglers, as long as it is profitable, they will not have any scruples. I heard that Zhangzhung Gyatso wanted a Terran farmer or craftsman, and the price he gave him was extremely rich. After returning to the tribes of the southern steppes, he consulted with his father, Mandu Ratu.

Mandu Ratu didn't know what to think, but he fully supported Arslen to buy a batch of farmers from the Terrans, and it was best to get some blacksmiths.

"Father, isn't it a little bad for us to do this? After all, Zhangxiong Gyatso is too ambitious, if we fund him like this, will it be unfavorable to us orcs one day in the future?"

Mandu Ratu was silent, his eyes flickered for a long time, and suddenly he said with some meaning: "Son, there are some things that you still don't know, do what my father tells you, and one day in the future, I will tell you the reason." ”