After talking nonsense with this stupid boy for a while, Poor Dao said to him, "How much food do you lack?"

"We only have enough food for half a month now, and we can only go hunting and collecting wild fruits in two months, so we are still more than a month short of food?" said Piru.

"And how many of you are there?"

"There are 3,000 people in our tribe!"

"It's okay! 3,000 people can dispatch 500 soldiers, that's amazing!" Poor Dao admired

"But we also have to help the people of the other tribes!

"Ahh

"That's about 100,000!"

"You mean you want me to supply 100,000 people with a month's worth of rations?"

"Yes, don't you want to?" said Piru, annoyed.

"Of course not?" said Poor Dao hurriedly, "I'm calculating the specific quantity needed!

"Do you still want to transport some to help us?" said Piru excitedly, "Thank you so much, now we don't have to sacrifice some old men and women!"

"Ah, do you starve to death every winter?"

"In the past, we could be mercenaries to support our family and survive, but then my father offended the Ishihara family and the nobles who oppressed us here, and they united with the church and said that we were blasphemers, and no one dared to hire us anymore. We have had to sacrifice some old men and women to save food since the previous year, and if we continue like this this year, we will have to starve to death at least a few hundred people. Piru cried aggrievedly.

"Why don't you ask our Long family for help?" asked Poor Dao

"You only came in the summer, we didn't realize the seriousness at that time, who knew there were so few prey this year?"

"Then go to the royal capital to find us?"

"We're all wanted by the church! How dare we run out? It's better here, we'll be arrested when we get outside!"

"Damn Archbishop Ishihara!" Poor Dao scolded sincerely, "One day I will have to kill him!"

"Young master, this time you will not collect our taxes when you come to be the lord, right?"

"No, can we go to your tribe and have a look?" Poor Dao asked, "I have something to find Lord Lingzun!"

"Who is Ling Zun?"

"It's your father!" said Poor Dao with a wry smile

"Oh, but his name is not Ling Zun?"

"Okay, let's go, do you still want food?" Poor Dao really didn't want to explain to him.

At the mention of food, he became serious, and hurried into his dragon and led the way.

"Come with 300 men and 250 carts of grain! The others will camp on the spot first!" Poor Dao commanded, and then followed Piru.

On the way, the poor road learned some information from Piruna, now the situation of the berserkers is very bad, the lack of food has caused their population to decline significantly, there used to be nearly 20W people, now only half. And so they have to pay taxes to the tax collectors here. Poor Dao asked him why he didn't kill the tax collector, and he said that he was afraid that the kingdom would be angry and send an army to suppress it, so he had to endure it. Damn! From him, I know that there is definitely something bad here, and the taxes they pay are several times the king's income from this, but the kingdom has been losing money here, so it can be seen that those taxes are eaten by the black-hearted officials here.

This will be my territory from now on, dare to eat Lao Tzu's money, I have to ask them to pay for their underwear, poor and vicious.

At about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, we came to a stockade with thousands of people, and the houses were all made of wood. From afar, I saw many people running out to greet us, especially when I knew that we were from the Long family to bring them food, and I was very happy. None of them screamed and slapped their chests, which Piru said was their courtesy. Poor Dao had no choice but to follow the local customs, and also saluted like this, making myself hurt. I won't come when I am killed.

When I had entered the stockade, Piru took me to his father, and after I had someone take care of the grain, I followed him to a house. There was a sturdy old man standing at the door, who looked very similar to Piru, but he was a little older, and he was also much more energetic, his eyes were like electricity, and he was not angry and arrogant. It must be the person I'm looking for, the Sword Saint of Wrath - Carlo.

I didn't dare to slack off, so I hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "Hello uncle, I am Long Qingtian, a third-generation disciple of the Long family!"

"Thank you for giving us food, you did us a great favor!"

"Hehe! It's nothing! With the friendship between our two families, it's all right!"

"Haha! Let's all come in!"

"Yes!"

The inside of the house was very simple, but it was probably their usual place of discussion, and there were many stools to sit on, and when they were all done, Carlo said to the old horse, "Long time no see, are you okay?"

"Okay! Not bad! But, old friend, I don't think you're comfortable?" Old Ma and he had been friends since their early years.

"Hey, I'm the one who has caused the people!" said Carlo with some depression

"It's all over, and it's going to be all right in the future!" said Poor Dao

"Yes, father, Young Master Long is here to be the lord of the place, and he has promised not to collect our taxes!" said Piru happily

"Physical?" said Carlo excitedly

"Of course not!" I said quickly

"That's so nice!" said Carlo, then dimmed again

"How?Uncle!"

"It's going to be better next year! But what about this year?"

"I brought 250 truckloads of grain, 3,000 catties per cart, how much time is enough for you?"

"We have to eat 10 catties of food a day to be full! But now we can only eat 2 catties of food, so we can still support for a while. ”

"Ah, that's enough for 100,000 of you to chew for four days!"

"Hey, I can't help it!"

"How much longer can you hold on? I can buy some food from the nearest area. ”

"We can hold on for half a month, and with what you give, we should be able to hold on until we buy food!" Carlo added: "It's just that we don't have any money?"

"I'll do it first!"

"But how are we going to pay it back in the future?"

"I'll give you a good plan!" said with a smile, "I'm afraid you're not happy?"

"Tell me about it!"

"How about I hire you to be a soldier for me?

"You're not afraid that the church will get you in trouble?"

"Damn! Lao Tzu still wants him to trouble that?" said Poor Dao angrily

"What's going on?"

Poor Dao told him all about my grievances with the church and the Ishihara family. In the end, he said: "If they hadn't framed me with this garbage, would I have been sealed as a waste? Can I run to this hellish place to be a lord? Since Lao Tzu is here, I have to recruit some people to protect myself! That's why I found you! Do you dare to clean up the garbage of the Ishihara family with me!"

"Why don't you dare!" Carlo stood up excitedly, emitting a terrifying murderous aura from his body, "I'm inseparable from the Ishihara family. Your Menlong family is as kind to us as a mountain, and I am willing to lead all the 100,000 berserkers to serve the young master as dogs and horses!"

Poor Dao hurriedly pulled him up and said, "I swear in the name of the family that I will not treat the Berserk Clan badly!" and then changed his words and said: "Uncle, I want to build a new city here, are you willing to submit to the position of city lord?"