The chief of the Windstone tribe looked at the children on the grass, shaking their heads and learning the Central Plains language from the chubby boy, and his face wrinkled with laughter.
General Huo is telling the truth; she really can make their lives better.
As long as they can speak the Central Plains dialect, these children can go to the Central Plains to trade without being cheated, and can bring back fine silks and grains.
“My brother can teach them now. Once you’ve conquered all fifty li of land, I’ll contact your former classmates from the county school and have them come over to teach together,” Sun Zixi said, standing beside Huo Xiaolong.
The girl nodded, and the sight of the farmer's head running towards her from afar made her eyes feel a little uncomfortable.
What kind of hairstyle is this? Can't you comb your hair? You're turning into Mei Chaofeng (a famous Chinese heroine known for her ugly appearance).
"General Huo! It's done! It's done!" the man shouted excitedly as he ran up to the girl.
"Please speak slowly, what's wrong?"
"The seeds! They've sprouted!" The head of the farm gestured excitedly. They had tried planting pasture grass before, but perhaps due to the soil, the grass didn't grow as well as the grassland.
Several of the seeds that Hadie had given him earlier have sprouted new shoots, and the man quickly reported this news to the girl.
A ceramic flowerpot contained a few green sprouts. Huo Xiaolong lifted the tent flap, looked at his tens of thousands of warhorses, then at the few blades of grass, and said somewhat embarrassedly...
"not enough……"
"Or, I could just lead my troops and kill them all; that would be faster."
Even if more and more grass could be planted, it would be too late. Could they possibly wait here for more than ten years?
"If only we had more seeds," the head of the farming family sighed, but this was the best they could do.
"How is your safflower planting going?" Huo Xiaolong asked.
"Don't worry about that. Some new shoots have already sprouted. My fellow disciples cherish them, and the Xiongnu... no, the people in those tribes are also taking good care of them."
The girl nodded.
"Great. If you need any tools, just let me know and I'll try my best to draw them for you."
Upon hearing this, the head of the farming clan exclaimed as if he had been injected with adrenaline.
"Don't worry, I guarantee this piece of land will grow something valuable. As long as we can live off it, that's fine, right?"
"right."
Feng Shitai followed behind the farmer's disciples, imitating them as they carefully planted rice seedlings and gently covered them with soil. Because of his tall stature, these movements looked somewhat comical.
"Can red flowers really grow where the grass is?"
"Yes, that patch of land in front has already been planted."
"Does that mean we won't have to harvest anymore, and can just sell what's grown in the fields?"
"Yes, General Huo said that all of these are ours. Then the tribe will have cattle, sheep and grain, and the children can eat dry food every meal instead of porridge."
Feng Shitai stood up, looked at Xiao Shizi'er running wildly all over the mountain with Ha Die in her hand, and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"This is what life is like, the life people live."
"So we have to take good care of these lands."
"Don't worry, we can definitely take good care of them. Look at those guys who taught us farming, they're so good at it, we can do it too. Don't we have an advantage over them when it comes to fetching water?"
"Absolutely!"
As dusk fell, darkness replaced the smoky sky, and only the soft chirping of insects could be heard. Inside the military camp, it was quiet except for the crackling sound of torches burning firewood.
But Huo Xiaolong was awakened by the noise. The girl quickly put on her armor and rushed towards the direction of the sound.
The Green Dragon Crescent Blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight. Before she could even make a move, she saw a small group of Xiongnu running away into the distance, the ground beneath their feet still muddy.
Everywhere you look, the people of the Windstone tribe have injuries of all sizes.
"Reporting to the general, the Xiongnu have launched a night attack on the Fengshi tribe's encampment."
Huo Xiaolong saw clearly the source of the mud: the scattered Xiongnu corpses on the ground were still oozing blood.
"Then what?"
And that's it, right? Where are the patrolmen?
According to procedure, the patrolmen should blow the horn first, and then join the battle. The distance between the tribe and the military camp is only a hundred meters. The patrolmen should blow the horn within a quarter of an incense stick's time. However, when Huo Xiaolong arrived, the horn had not been sounded.
The patrolmen are still standing there like big, dumb idiots, holding their horns, even though the battle is over.
"Logically, the soldiers under Huo Xiaolong and Xiao Lanyi wouldn't make such a mistake," the girl said, pointing at the patrolmen.
"You tell me!"
"General Huo, I came with you... I just arrived too. Our squad rushed here after spotting people, and we had just taken out the bugle when this happened..."
The soldiers pointed to the corpses on the ground. The moment they saw the Xiongnu, such tall men fell to the ground in an instant.
Fearing something might go wrong, the soldiers rushed forward to check before reporting the situation, only to find that the battle was already over.
"This young man is right, that's exactly right, please don't blame me, please don't blame me." The head of the farming family held up the blood-stained hoe and pleaded for mercy, stroking his beard every now and then.
"General, you know what martial arts practitioners are like, especially us farmers, we all have a few quirks."
"I specially set up a bed to sleep in front of the fields, just in case someone steals the food."
"You see, guarding the fields is still useful, isn't it?"
The head of the peasant clan, being a sect leader himself, along with a dozen or so seasoned veterans of the same generation, were all martial arts masters. Their swords flashed and felled with incredible speed. Hearing the commotion, the people of the Fengshi tribe came out to help. In less than half an incense stick's time, the Xiongnu were either fleeing or dead.
At this point, the grassland people finally realized a fact: the people of the Central Plains may seem kind and easy to talk to, but in reality, they harbor a deeper murderous intent than anyone else.
If life is peaceful and good, fine, but if life is bad for me, I'll send you to the fields as fertilizer.
The people of Fengshi tribe witnessed firsthand how the kind old man who usually played with the children, with his hoe, took up his hand and, with a wave of his hand, took lives.
And that dark-skinned old lady, she wielded the hammer with incredible speed, taking down heads one by one.
The children watching the commotion inside the tent were all startled.
"The rumors are all false."
"No wonder they couldn't get into the Central Plains."
"Who could have gotten in there?"
"That's why we got beaten up," Little Stone said shamelessly, without a trace of remorse.
Surrender? They fed me well, and no one in the tribe died. Just obey them, it's that simple.
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