Chief don't slap in the face

Song Guo was on her toes, looking into the light, and suddenly, a rabbit rushed out, making her smile immediately: "It's done!"

The rabbit was caught and thrown back after tying two ribbons around its legs.

Another unbearable wait, about 5 minutes later, a strong dragon warrior appeared in the teleportation formation.

He looked around, and after confirming Xia Ye, he nodded his head as a compliment.

Half an hour later, Abu, the patriarch of the dragon people, appeared in the peach blossom garden with a pair of children.

"Great Chief, bother you!"

Abu smiled, and the other dragonmen looked around curiously. Although they were all strong wizards, they subconsciously hugged their shoulders and shivered when the cold wind blew past.

It is indeed a little uncomfortable to come from a tropical island to the northern winter suddenly.

"Welcome to Chaoge!"

Xia Ye immediately greeted him.

The bonfire dinner to welcome the dragon people was held in Taohuayuan.

Wine, roasted whole lamb, braised pork, and all kinds of exquisite stir-fried dishes made the dragon people forget their restraint and worries when they were newcomers, and became cheerful and talkative.

"You can't eat these things in other places except Chaoge."

Song Guo proudly showed off.

"Uh-huh!"

The dragon people just nodded, but none of them spoke, because their mouths were all stuffed with food.

"Cough cough!"

Abu had coughed several times, but the clansmen pretended they didn't see it, which made him very embarrassed.

"Great chief, I'm really sorry to make you spend money."

Abu is not stupid. Looking at the rich food, he knew that the cost would be heavy, but after that, he had a sense of pride that he was valued.

To be honest, the dragon people have been on the island for hundreds of years, and every stone can be recognized. They have gone crazy from boredom, longing for a new life.

Of course Abu did not dare to pass through the teleportation array to go to Zhao country, but he did not expect that the green deer lady was a polymath. She not only helped destroy the teleportation array, but also used those materials to build an Chaoge's teleportation array.

"Should be."

Xia Ye signaled Abu to cheer.

"Don't worry, Chief, I've arranged for a group of artisans with the best skills. As long as the materials are ready, we can start working immediately."

Abu has a short mouth and wants to help Xia Ye build the steam factory as soon as possible. Of course, he is also a little selfish, because there are too few minerals on the island, and their weapons are used less, so he wants to take this opportunity to completely change Pack.

"Okay, tomorrow, I'll take you to visit the mine!"

Xia Ye said it nicely, but he actually intends to show his strength and let the dragon people understand that their new boss is a tyrant in the wasteland.

Chapter 395 Primitive Accumulation

In an era where the jungle preys on the strong, there is no such thing as a domineering aura that can make people bow down. All the standards of measurement are strength.

Not to mention the dragon clan, even the savages will weigh his strength first when they see Xia Ye, and vote with their clan?Do not make jokes.

If Xia Ye wasn't tough enough, he would definitely be beaten with a sap, washed, stripped, roasted and eaten on the fire.

The stone road from Chaoge to the iron mine is already being laid, but because there are too few workers and too much work, the progress is a little slow.

There is no way, speaking of slaves, there are actually quite a few in Xia Ye, but most of them are sent to the mines for mining. After all, building as many weapons and ordnance as possible is the top priority.

"Not bad!"

Standing at the entrance of the mine, smelling the smell of charcoal wafting in the wind, Abu Lian praised a few words. Even Ana and his party stood on tiptoe curiously and looked into the valley.

Even though it is already winter, the artisan workshops here are already in full swing, and gusts of hot air are blowing to the face from time to time.

"please!"

Xia Ye led the way first.

Whether a tribe is strong or not depends on three points, first, food reserves.

Abu had already seen this point last night. Abu had never seen those dishes in his life, and he was sure that even rich and noble people couldn't eat them every day.

It would be wrong to say that Xia Ye was extravagant and lusted after the people's rations for his lust, because the servants of the wildlings that Abu saw all had flushed faces and no appetite.

It is so good to let slaves eat, let alone people with higher status.

The second point is weapons. Strong armor and sharp weapons are the foundation of a tribe's foothold. Otherwise, no matter how much food is planted, the prey that is full of prey will be robbed by others.

Take a look at the artisan workshops here. At a glance, there are dozens of them, and the sound of tinkling iron can be heard endlessly.

For a war chief, this is definitely more alluring than a woman's moan.

The third point, of course, is population.

The current Abu, on the contrary, wishes for Chaoge to have a smaller population, otherwise how to highlight the value of the dragon people?

"One of us dragon people is worth at least five, no, ten humans."

When Abu came here before, he was hesitant about how to reject Xia Ye's invitation if Chaoge's situation was not good, but now, he was already thinking about how to gain a firm foothold in Chaoge.

In history, so many virtuous people seek the lord, always not for idleness, for money, or for fame, and Abu wants to lead a better life with the clansmen who have been blown by the sea breeze for hundreds of years.

"At least with the money I earn, I can drink wine once a week!"

The dragon people also licked the corners of their mouths, thinking constantly.

"Come, enjoy our Chaoge's unique weapon!"

Xia Ye greeted and walked into the largest craftsman workshop.

"Great Chief!"

Zhu Yu was shocked, and hurriedly stopped what she was doing, and led a group of craftsmen and apprentices to salute and say hello.

"No, you are busy!"

Xia Ye waved his hand casually.

Seeing that most of the craftsmen were middle-aged, but in front of Xia Ye, who was only 16 years old, they didn't dare to breathe, Ana glanced at the corner of her mouth.