"Swear to follow the castle lord to the death!"

Throughout the day, they shouted that the people who could provide them with food and shelter in troubled times were more effective than the bodhisattvas in the heavens.

"Swear to follow the castle master! Swear to follow the castle lord to the death! ”

Those who reacted, men and women, young and old, shouted slogans and gathered around.

The bandits who were beaten by the group had long since lost their faces beyond recognition, and their flesh and blood were blurred, and they lay on the ground and lost their last consciousness.

The people of Kanzi Village, who had been reborn, did not give the bandits a sympathetic look.

"Okay, pack your things and go into the village!"

Libai's move completely subdued the people of Kanzi Village and laid the foundation for next year's land reclamation.

Some villagers volunteered to stay behind and dispose of the bandits' bodies under the leadership of Ma Weiyuan and others.

Injured all day, enjoying the treatment of being carried into the village, this man who has been through life and death crying all the way.

After returning to the village, Libai's suturing skills made him worship him as a god throughout the day.

"I didn't hurt my muscles and bones, and I was fine after ten days and a half of raising.

Stay in bed and do not move, otherwise the wound will collapse. ”

Libai washed his hands and said a few words rarely.

"Thank you for the life-saving grace of Gongzi, and I am willing to be a cow and a horse to repay him all day long."

Lying in bed all day and unable to move, he asked his two sons to kowtow and thank him.

Oita knelt down obediently, and Bang Bang Bang Bang went down a few times, and his small forehead was red.

"Get up! Do a good job, and children will have a chance to read. ”

Libai calmly accepted the courtesy of the two children, and lifted people one by one.

Seeing the two-year-old child skinny and skinny is also a little unbearable.

He could understand Ziyu's intention to drive this group of people to the foot of the mountain at that time.

He is not willing to use people who are not really obedient to Daxia Castle, mainly because he does not have the heart to train people with two hearts.

He, like Ziyu, is a person who is afraid of trouble.

In order to prevent the fruits of Ziyu's labor from being picked, he had to take a group of refugees to struggle for a way out in this troubled world.

Only in one's own turf can one live freely.

…

Until Libai left the room, he didn't wake up all day long in surprise.

The joy of literacy smashed him into the clouds, and he did not dare to wake up.

When I was young, I went to private school for two years all day, and since I fled the famine, I have been struggling to survive, and I have paid the lives of three people to let their father and son survive.

He dared to expect to be literate, his only wish was to support his two sons, and the rest was unthinkable.

Now that I have the opportunity to read and write, can you not be excited?

Even if he is allowed to die immediately, he can go without hesitation.

Finally calmed down all day, lying on the warm kang, touching the thick quilt, and said to his two sons.

"Datian and Xiaotian, you must be loyal to Ligongzi and the castle lord for the rest of your life, they are the lifesavers of our family."

"Dad, I'll remember!"

Eight-year-old Jeon Daejeon remembers the experience of fleeing the country vividly and can distinguish between good and bad.

Three-year-old Quan Xiaotian looked ignorant, followed his brother's example, nodded earnestly and agreed, but he couldn't say anything.

…

The settlement of the people of Kanzi Village is responsible for Sha Dalang and others, and as for the place to live, men and women can only live together, after all, the rooms are limited.

All the men in the prime of life are gathered together, and Ping Shiyi and Qu Jinwu are responsible for the most basic training.

There is food, shelter, and food stimulation, and the people who participate in the training are like chicken blood.

Because the lives of the family are tied to them, no one dares to relax.

Kan'er Village did not take care of everything, and as soon as he came, he contracted the food of everyone in Kanzi Village.

If you want to get food, you have to work, and it is impossible to lie down and wait for food.

There are special circumstances throughout the day, because his injuries are those sustained while blocking the bandits from entering the mountains, and of course he can enjoy special care.

For those who don't have a pot stove, the village will still provide firewood for the fire, and they need to go to the back mountain to cut it themselves.

Lu Ming knew that he was lacking, so he took the initiative to join the training team and train seriously.

The cotton clothes and pants that were taken off the bandits were assigned to the people of Kanzi Village to keep out the cold, and no one disliked the blood stains on them.

…

"Ma Weiyuan, Luo Hao, the two of you take ten people out of the mountain and go to the neighborhood to select people.

Tell them that anyone who joins Daxia Fort will be given a share of ten acres of land, and those with one skill will be given priority.

Five hundred strong men, plus their families, will be almost ready to open up the wasteland next year. Li Bai pondered.

Construction and defense must be grasped with both hands, and both are indispensable.

Castle Daxia is in the early stages of development, and it can't be too big at once.

Li Bai is not at ease about putting the defense of Kan'er Village in the hands of others, so he can only guard it by himself.

The people of Kan'er Village did not have the heart to kill decisively, and they still lived comfortably for a long time, and they did not experience physical pain.

"Don't worry, boss, we still have the ability to recognize people!"

Ma Weiyuan responded, although he didn't understand farming, he could still understand the boss's layout.

"Okay, you two have a hard run, and I'll come back to celebrate your achievements!"

Libai patted the two of them on the shoulder and told them to go down and prepare.

…

The burned Xin'an county seat, after a period of washing, has regained its popularity.

On the ruined walls of the county office, houses were rebuilt, because only the walls here remained the most intact.

Hundreds of refugees huddled together to keep each other warm, and there were one or two families who did not want to huddle together, so they found a shelter nearby and built a shack to make do.

Every day at dawn, the seashore is crowded with people looking for food, and the hungry do not spare even seaweed.

At low tide, there are more people on the beach, often fighting for a finger-sized fish.

In the snow-covered field, a thin woman knew that she was no match for those people, and just wanted to dig out a little grass root in the snow to satisfy her hunger.

The red and swollen hand held a scythe that had been burned black, and slashed in the ground.

"Click!"

The crisp voice made the woman dare not move for a while, and she looked left and right alertly.

At this time, it was the time of low tide, and the snow was empty, and the woman was still very careful to squat down, pretending to look for grassroots.

A piece of shaved sweet potato under the sickle reveals the snow-white flesh.

The woman's mouth was suddenly full of words, and her eyes fell on the sweet potato and she couldn't pull it out.

She imagined the delicacy of sweet potatoes, which at this time she undoubtedly tasted from the mountains and the sea, although she had never eaten them.

But at the thought of the child's hungry cry, the woman bit her lip fiercely, awoke from the delicacy, and eagerly cut it.

A fist-sized sweet potato was gouged out, and the woman didn't have time to wipe the mud on it, so she couldn't care about the cold and close to her body.

A small piece of skin was cherished by her and put it in her mouth and chewed it in small bites.

The woman who tasted the delicacy burst out with an infinite power all over her body.

The hungry stomach burned and clamored for food, but the woman endured it.

She carefully dug in the spot, and found two small sweet potato roots the size of her fingers, and although she was half frozen, she was so happy that tears fell from her eyes.