Yang Fan then withdrew his looking gaze, nodded and praised: "You have done a good job, although these farmers do not have much force, they are the cornerstone of our territory. You have to remember that they worked hard to gather stone and wood to build your recruiting buildings, and without them there would be no who you are now, so you have to treat them with enough respect now and in the future. ”

Seeing Yang Fan's serious face, Keith and the others nodded yes one after another.

Then Yang Fan ordered a few people to eat meat by themselves, and he himself stood up and walked to the river to wash his face.

Because the river is melted by snow and ice on the snow-capped mountains, and it is already evening, it is extremely cold.

However, for Yang Fan, who had just woken up, these ice water could refresh his mind.

What's funny is that Xiao Cheng seems to be trying to learn the habits of human life, and it saw Yang Fan go to the river to wash his face when he saw Yang Fan go to the river to wash his face, and he also climbed over.

But it was the body of a snake, and it couldn't hold water with his hands like Yang Fan, so he could only stick the entire snake head into the water.

Looking at its funny appearance, Yang Fan couldn't help but think of the scene he saw in a daze before he went to sleep, when Xiao Cheng was also in the same posture as a human sleeping, lying on the bed with his body straight and his head still leaning on the pillow.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan tugged at the corners of his mouth and couldn't help laughing.

Xiao Cheng raised his head from the water and looked at him suspiciously, with a hint of puzzlement in his eyes.

Yang Fan ignored its doubts, just smiled and patted its forehead, wiped the water stains on its face with his sleeve, and got up to return to the fire.

As soon as he took a step, he felt that his calf was being pulled for a while, and looked at Xiao Cheng who was biting his trouser leg, Yang Fan squatted down and said, "What do you want to do!"

Who knew that Xiao Cheng ignored him at all, directly stretched the snake's head to his sleeve and wiped it, and then gently waved his tail and crawled towards the fire.

Yang Fan was slightly stunned, raised his sleeves and looked at the wet marks on it, crying and laughing.

It turned out that Xiao Cheng also learned to wipe his face with his sleeves, but he had no clothes and no sleeves, so he could only borrow Yang Fan's sleeves.

Returning to the fire and sitting down, Yang Fan knocked Xiao Cheng's head, then took the dagger from Keith's hand, cut off a large piece of venison on the roast deer and threw it to Xiao Cheng, and then cut off a deer leg for himself, holding it with both hands and gnawing it.

For a while, there was a sound of chewing by the fire, and the four people and one snake directly ate the whole wild deer.

Of course, the one who eats the most must be Xiao Cheng, as a python, the amount of food is amazing.

Yang Fan and Getter just ate a deer leg by themselves, which already made them a little uncomfortable.

And Xiao Cheng directly ate the entire torso of the wild deer into his stomach, and it alone ate more than the four of them combined.

After eating venison and cleaning it, they all lay down by the river and quietly enjoyed the peace of the night. Xiao Cheng also requisitioned Yang Fan's sleeves again, and then crawled to the side of several people with a "big belly".

The peasants had already returned from the downstream, and were now roasting wild deer on a few fires not far away, and they gathered around the fire in twos and threes, talking quietly about their parents' shortcomings, and occasionally there was a hearty laugh that seemed to express their satisfaction with their present life.

Only Farrant, a guy with a mouth like a gong, but he always ran to Yang Fan's side uninterestingly, so noisy that Yang Fan couldn't help but knock his head hard, and he stopped.

Because of the medical tent he had bought, Yang Fan decided not to return to the territory tonight, but only sent an archer back to report the news, so as not to worry Laurent and the farmers' families.

After a day of quarrying, Yang Fan received another 5 units of stone, plus the one collected yesterday, there are only 2 units left of the 10 units of stone needed to build the "barracks", that is, 20 stones in reality.

The farmers were already tired for a day, and Yang Fan would not urge them to quarry overnight in order to save a mere night's time.

Anyway, it only takes a few hours to collect 20 stones, and by tomorrow, it will be completed in one morning.

What made Yang Fan happy was that after tomorrow, it would be exactly a week before he built the Templar Castle, which meant that after the "barracks" was built tomorrow, he could recruit the third-order "infantry" once, and the day after tomorrow he could recruit again.

The Templar's third-tier "infantry" class produces 10 per week, and 20 for two recruits.

According to the comparison between the Hero Invincible class and the class level of this world, the third-order class is equivalent to the fifth-order class, that is, the level of an intermediate sword master or an intermediate magician.

Thinking that he could obtain 20 subordinates with the strength of an intermediate swordsman in two days, Yang Fan was in a restless mood, and he even had the urge to break into the "spider cave" again after recruiting these "infantry".

However, estimating the number of spiders, there were at least seven or eight hundred left, and he still resisted the impulse in his heart.

With a long exhale, Yang Fan looked at the starry sky and secretly clenched his hands.

Although the strength in his hands has become stronger and stronger as time has passed, it is much worse than those peerless powerhouses. 20 subordinates with fifth-order strength seem to be a lot, but in fact, they are just some deterrent in the face of some low-level demonic beasts in this desolate wilderness.

Not to mention that compared to those big empires, just among the lords of the small principality to which he belongs, his strength can only be regarded as medium and low-level.

But he has a "mutation system", as long as he can develop the territory, as long as he can make the territory form a certain cycle of good surnames, he can one day be among the top of the continent.

He has always been convinced of this, so he does not hesitate to put himself and Getter in a dangerous situation many times, and he must do everything possible to speed up the development of the territory.

If it weren't for this trip to the Snow Mountain, I'm afraid he would still not be able to calm down his anxious heart, which might lead to a catastrophe in the near future.

As the night wore on, the peasants by the fire went into their tents to rest, and after a long day's work, they almost fell asleep in their beds, and in a moment there was a slight snoring in the tent.

Because the Gates' sleep during the day was too long, they were now in great spirits, and they were lying by the fire one by one, staring at each other, extremely bored.

Only Yang Fan kept staring at the bright galaxy, contemplating secretly, with a slight smile on his face for a while, and a frown and distress for a while.

Xiao Cheng seemed to be a little indigestible because of eating cooked food for the first time, lying next to Yang Fan and rolling left and right. However, Yang Fan didn't feel its pain from the contract, so he didn't care.

Anyway, he couldn't sleep, so Yang Fansuo called the archers guarding the tent to go in to rest, and he and the others took on the duty of keeping vigil.

I stayed outside until the early hours of the morning, and the drowsiness gradually invaded, just when the archers who had gone in to rest came out to change shifts, and Yang Fan and the others returned to the tent.

With the slight snoring of the peasants, Yang Fan fell into a deep sleep again.