Twelve large carts, more than a thousand poultry, five or six hundred large animals for meat, more than 200,000 kilograms of grain, and a pile of pots, pans, and other sundries. These were the only properties in the entire village.

Chu Tian sat crookedly on a big cart, squinting at the village with fireworks rising into the sky.

The village, with a total of five to six hundred people, is located on a low mountain. A river flows at the foot of the mountain, and more than a thousand acres of farmland have been opened up.

Based on the fragmentary words Chu Tian heard from all around, he could tell that this was an unprofessional bandit village. They couldn't feed so many people in the village by relying on robbery, so they could only work part-time in farming to barely get by.

The people who broke into the stockade were about 400 officers and soldiers who could be considered well-trained, and the 800 civilian laborers they brought with them.

The village was broken into, all the floating wealth was swept away, the broken wooden fences and thatched houses were burned to ashes, and a few clerks in long gowns, with a lot of fat on their bellies, who looked much fatter than the others, were directing more than a hundred laborers with smiles on their faces, measuring the fields below the village.

The village was swept, and five or six hundred people were tied up with long straw ropes, all of them became prisoners of the officers and soldiers. Naturally, the fields they had worked so hard to open up were confiscated by the government.

Chu Tian had sharp ears. He heard a few clerks whispering that the important person they were talking about had promised the land to a wealthy tycoon and sold it for a good price.

Many old and young women and children in ragged clothes were crying quietly all around. Several babies in swaddling clothes were crying breathlessly. Their mothers covered their mouths tightly with their hands to suppress their cries.

The young man who told Chu Tian that he was the one who picked up Chu Tian was squatting beside the cart where Chu Tian was, and together with a few of his friends, they stared fiercely at the knights led by officers and soldiers dozens of feet away.

The mounts of several knights were lazily chewing the grass beside them. In front of them were spread a few bloody dog ​​skins that had just been peeled off, on which were piled hundreds of strings of coins shaped like knives. The material seemed to be made of red copper. In addition to the coins, there were also some metal blocks cast in the shape of pancakes.

The dark red one must be copper, the bluish-white one must be low-purity silver, the dark yellow one must be gold, and there is also a purple-red one, which only looks like a dozen cakes. Chu Tian actually doesn't know what material it is made of. It must be a precious metal unique to this world.

Chu Tian raised his head and saw three thumb-sized suns lined up in the sky. Their blazing light poured down, making the mountains and forests look like a baking oven, and it was so hot that people were sweating all over.

This is no longer the world that Chu Tian is familiar with.

In Zi Wanzhong's words, this is another 'heaven' in the Tianhe River!

Another world, so it is natural that there are precious metals that Chu Tian does not know. Chu Tian watched the knights arguing in low voices, dividing the spoils piece by piece, and carelessly stuffing the silver, gold and purple metal blocks into the leather bags around their waists.

"It's really interesting. I can actually understand the language here. Some of the rural slang is a little different, but the general grammar and pronunciation are 90% similar." Chu Tian smiled and said, "I don't know what the writing here is like. It's a pity that there is not even a book in this village."

"Where is Lord Rat?" Chu Tian looked around. If he was not mistaken, it was exactly the same as what happened when he was just born. It was Lord Rat who dragged him away from the fatal disaster.

But where did Mr. Rat go?

However, with Master Shu's means, since he was able to get Chu Tian here intact, he would not be in any serious trouble. With his ability, it would be easy for him to find Chu Tian, ​​so there was no need to worry too much about him.

Under the big tree, several knights finished dividing the spoils. They smiled with satisfaction, patted the bulging leather bags around their waists and stood up. One of the knights with the most burly body shouted a few times, kicked the hundreds of strings of knife coins stacked on the dog skin, and pointed at the officers and soldiers around him.

Many officers and soldiers laughed together, each of them laughing with great joy.

Chu Tian took a look at the pile of knife coins. Probably every officer and soldier could get one and a half strings of knife coins. There were two hundred knife coins in a string. It seemed that these knife coins were quite valuable, otherwise these officers and soldiers would not laugh like this.

Of course, it is also possible that this place is really too poor, so these officers and soldiers are satisfied with just a little gain, right?

Anyway, Chu Tian saw that these officers and soldiers had only a set of wrinkled and patched uniforms, and their weapons were not much better than those of the part-time bandits in the mountain stronghold. If they did not have the advantage of numbers and a few strong knights leading the team, they might not be able to break into the mountain stronghold.

Several officers and soldiers who were obviously in charge of logistics and supplies hurried over, wrapped the pile of coins with dog skin, carefully placed them on a cart, and harnessed a large animal that looked like a donkey but was much stronger than a donkey.

Several knights climbed onto their mounts and shouted, waving to the clerks who were still measuring the fields and registering the land. Hundreds of soldiers and civilians then escorted the crying men, women, old and young in the mountain stronghold, slowly moving forward along a dirt road less than two meters wide.

The officers, soldiers and civilians around were talking and laughing loudly with great interest. They were naturally in a good mood after winning a battle and seizing a lot of spoils.

The bandits in the mountain strongholds around Chu Tian, ​​as well as their families, were crying non-stop, and their steps were extremely heavy. In addition to Chu Tian, ​​there were dozens of wounded soldiers from the mountain strongholds on the twelve carts. They groaned and cried from time to time, adding a bit of dullness to the team.

No one was in the mood to pay attention to Chu Tian, ​​and he didn't have the energy to talk to anyone. He could only lie on the cart and follow the team forward.

They couldn't tell east, west, south, or north, and didn't know how far they had walked. They spent a night on the way. The next day, when three suns were hanging in the middle of the sky, the team arrived in front of a huge mountain.

Several knights had already jumped off their mounts, and walked to a forest with a somewhat respectful and reserved look and smiles on their faces. One of the knights shouted loudly a few times.

The air in the forest, which was covered with thorns and without even a narrow path, was distorted, and the shadows of many trees became blurred, revealing a yellow sand road three meters wide.

Several men wearing long green cloth robes and looking up at the sky walked out slowly. One of them, who looked to be over 40 years old, snorted arrogantly: "Well, they are here? How many people have you sent this time? Don't send a bunch of old and weak people here to make up the numbers like last time!"

"They are strong and good stuff!" The burly knight in the lead smiled with a hint of flattery: "Those who are tall and strong, even those women and children, can work. This time, they are all good stuff!"