Qian Qian didn't know when, but she heard that Yang Yang also ran over here. Holding the freshly made hot soup in his hand, Yang Yang was also very moved when he saw Qianqian running sweating, but after seeing the heavy gold in his hand, he finally chose to let Qianqian come down by herself.

He was reluctant to leave these baby bumps, and if Sissi allowed him, he was even going to live in this pit tonight. Yang Yang stayed in the pit for a whole day, and in the evening, Yang Yang shouted outside the pit by a group of maids: "Master, it's time to go back and rest." He left in a huff, and when he left, he did not forget to tell John to send him all the gold he had dug up today.

For this kind of thing that is more important than life, Yang Yang feels that it is not too much to sleep on it. Really, Yang Yang was also a rich second generation in the past, and he never was so eager for money when he was so old. But since having this family, Yang Yang has finally become no worse than Scrooge.

Every day, when you open your eyes, you can see more than 500 mouths waiting for you to eat, and soon there will be more than 600 yodelers, who are small but extremely large. The ten people living in his house had enough food for the twenty holy women to eat for two days, and I really don't know how they kept so slim.

Yang Yang sat in the hall and stared at the gold that was dug up today for at least more than 100 catties, and looked at it for a long time. Qian Qian came out of the bedroom and walked to Yang Yang's side and hugged Yang Yang from the side, Yang Yang looked at Qian Qian's appearance and hugged her to her lap lovingly:

"Baby, we're going to get rich!"

"I know, but I'm not unaware. As long as my Yang Yang is happy every day, being able to accompany me is more valuable than any wealth. Qian Qian looked at Yang Yang's appearance as a fan of wealth, and was a little funny.

Yang Yang knew that in the eyes of a little daughter like Sissi, he really couldn't understand his current mood, but after listening to Sissi's words, his heart was still warm.

Yang Yang hugged Sissi and said to John, who had been guarding the side, "You send some people tomorrow to get some gold out." Try to get away from the Osbioman Empire and come back with some silver coins. ”

John was a little puzzled when he heard the boss's instructions, and was about to ask a question when Yang Yang interrupted.

"I know what you're trying to ask, it's too eye-catching to have so much gold being sold in the Empire at the same time. In particular, the purity of gold is so high that it is easy to arouse the suspicion and peep of others. Now our strength is still very small, not enough to hold such a large fortune. Therefore, before you grow stronger, you must be patient and be a man with your tail between your legs.

But there are some things that we have to do, so there is a very large overhead. Go and get some silver coins first, and let them change their outfits before they go, so as not to reveal their identities. After exchanging silver coins, stop by the slave market and buy more craftsmen to come back, especially builders. Look at the house you built, it's ugly!" John was blushing when the boss said this, but he also admired the boss's close-mindedness.

"Also, hire some more bookkeepers. Try to invite people from other places, and it is best to have no religious beliefs. I'm afraid that the people who will get into the Holy See, and also, the craftsmen can buy as much as they want. Blacksmiths, clothmakers, painters, etc., buy as many as they want, and if they can't do it, they buy the whole stall, as long as people come.

I bought more necessities, more cars, horses, and so on. Buy some coolies, you're about to become a Saint Seiya, and you can't let you keep doing coolie work as miners?

That's all I can think of now, don't make a mistake, if you get into trouble, you can lose your gold, and you must come back safely! John gave the boss a knightly salute and then withdrew.

Qian Qian saw that Yang Yang was so good at buying people's hearts and secretly laughed on the side, Yang Yang may also see what Qian Qian's expression meant, and the two looked at each other and laughed.

Yang Yang thought that the affairs in his hand had been dealt with for the time being, and happily ran to the back room with Sissi in his arms. Qian Qian sensed what Yang Yang was going to do, and kept beating Yang Yang with both hands, asking him to put himself down. But Yang Yang didn't eat her set, and directly sealed her cherry mouth with a big mouth.

Early the next morning, Yang Yang did not sleep as usual. At this time, he was doing tai chi in the courtyard, and after a while, a guard came to report that the knights of the Yodel tribe had returned, but they did not come back by themselves, and brought more than 200 old people and children of the Yodel tribe.

Because the patriarch saw that Yang Yang had withdrawn all the guards, he thought that the lord was ready to abandon them. So no matter how the knights explained, it was useless, and they had to migrate a batch first. The prime-aged yodelers first helped produce the main melons, and then migrated together when they settled here.

Yang Yang thought that this was fine, and there happened to be something he wanted to ask the patriarch, so he ordered the guards to find the patriarch. The patriarch heard outside that Yang Yang was about to let the guards go to him, and hurriedly ran in, running in front of Yang Yang with a stick in one hand and a bottle in the other, with a smile on his face:

"My lord, the old man has been waiting outside for your lordship to summon you. I didn't dare to disturb you for fear of delaying your rest, but I thought that with the character of an adult, I must like to drink a little wine, old man, I brought the best rum from our clan overnight.

This wine is the best wine made by our tribe in the whole continent, and some copperbearded dwarf tribes in the mountains ask for this kind of wine by name every time they come to us to eat and drink!"

The old patriarch opened the bottle as he spoke, and Yang Yang was also very intoxicated by the strong smell of wine.

Yang Yang thought that he hadn't drunk wine since he arrived here, and he didn't know what the rum here tasted like, whether there was Fenjiu on the earth, and Moutai was delicious. Yang Yang took the village chief's wine, put it in his mouth and took a sip, ouch, it tastes good!

So he directly took the patriarch's wine bottle and began to drink, and after drinking for a while, Yang Yang suddenly remembered something, turned to the old patriarch and said:

"Patriarch Arif, did you say there are Copperbeard Dwarves around here, and they like to drink your wine?"

Seeing that Yang Yang seemed to be very satisfied with the wine, the Arif patriarch was pinching his beard and smiling proudly, he didn't react when he heard Yang Yang ask so coldly:

"Oh, yes. In the mountains behind our village there is a tribe of about two hundred copperbearded dwarves who have migrated over the past few years. It seems that they have been searching for a golden leyline, which has a fatal temptation for the dwarven tribe.

But after looking for many years, I didn't seem to find it, and then I slowly settled here. You also know that dwarves generally have very little contact with the outside world, and they have no fixed home. This time, I was able to stay and settle down, probably because of the beautiful bar in our clan.

These guys are not only heavy drinkers but also have a bad temper, but they are quite friendly, and they will exchange wine and some food with us every time they come with a lot of farming equipment. We really need their farming tools anyway, and they need our wine, so we've gotten along well over the years. ”

The patriarch didn't pay much attention to Yang Yang's inquiry, thinking that it was just a casual chat, after all, the dwarves are very mysterious races, they claim to be descendants of the Protoss and have a very short temper, and the races in the outside world also dislike them very much.

Yang Yang was also very surprised when he heard the patriarch's affirmative reply! Yang Yang was sure that these dwarves must have come to find the gold mines in their territory.

The dwarven race is very ancient and mysterious. They claim to be descendants of the Protoss, and there are three dwarven races on the continent: the Copperbeard Dwarves, the Brute Hammer Dwarves, and the Black Iron Dwarves.

Among these three dwarf races, the bronze-bearded dwarves are good at forging, and most of the known divine weapons on the continent are from the hands of the bronze-whiskered dwarf masters. Hammer dwarves are natural warriors who like to use giant hammers and shields, and are born with divine powers. The Black Iron Dwarves are natural fire mages who were born to wield the power of fire.

One of the interesting things is that there will be an outlier in each era of the Black Iron Dwarves and the Brute Hammer Dwarves, and there will be a dwarf who is more than two meters tall among the Black Iron Dwarves, and most of the dwarves are about one meter four tall, which is about the same height as the yodelers.

The outliers that appear in this clan are often the guardians of the clan, and the guardian of the Black Iron Dwarf is the king of the hill, he is born with petrified skin that is immune to most magic attacks, and he is a warrior who can single-handedly take on the super level of Warcraft, and his force value is extremely high!

And the guardian of the Brute Hammer race is also different from their race, the Brute Hammer Dwarf Guardian is the son of thunder, a natural thunderbolt mage. And he is extremely good at manipulating the power of thunder and lightning, and his mind is also very smart, and he is often the leader of the clan.

Two of the three dwarf races are purebred combat races, with only the Copperbeard Dwarves having the weakest combat power. However, the Copperbeard Dwarves are good at blacksmithing, and they have the best equipment, so they also have very good combat power.

The Copperbeard Dwarves do not have guardians, but their entire clan can become mages or warriors, with no limited talents, and their strength is relatively balanced.

Yang Yang has been making up for the humanities and history of this continent recently, and he has been studying the dwarf tribe recently. Hearing that the Patriarch of Arif said that there was a dwarf tribe living near here, Yang Yang immediately made up his mind that no matter what way he used, he must win it over, and if it didn't work, he would grab it!

Of course, just think about it casually, forget about it, after all, the dwarves are not yodelers, they have a bad temper and a high force value, it is estimated that Yang Yang can fight with him immediately if he dares to move! Besides, what Yang Yang values most is the craftsmanship of the dwarves. With these innate forgers, Yang Yang didn't have to worry about the armament of his troops in the future.

It's just that since they can't be hard, then how should they outwit them? These guys are not easy to talk to, and since they have been wandering around this continent for tens of thousands of years, it is naturally unlikely that they will be honest all at once.