Chief don't slap in the face

"It's early in the morning, why did you call us here? It's really disturbing people's dreams!"

An old man with gray hair directly fired. He has the habit of sleeping late, but the more important reason is that he belongs to Xia Yunzhi's family. No matter what Xia Ji wants to do, it is always right to blame him first.

"Uncle Nian, if you sleep again, your bones will rot."

Xia Ji seemed to be concerned, but replied in a tone-deaf way.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and talk about business!"

Xia Yunzhi took the staff and poked the ground vigorously, making a bang bang sound.

"See for yourself!"

Xia Ji threw Xia Taiding's bamboo slips out.

The people who were originally indifferent, after reading it, their expressions immediately changed, and they began to whisper.

Xia Ji looked at these people and didn't speak.

"Is this true?"

It was Xia Nian who was the first to speak: "For such an important matter, why didn't Tai Ding carve the bamboo slips himself?"

"When you were a follower, didn't you carve enough bamboo slips?"

A strong man came back, his name was Xia Liqiu, and he belonged to Xia Ji's lineage.

"That's right, Taiding is the chief now, there's no need to waste time on such trivial matters."

"Where is the blueprint for icing?"

"I've heard that that kind of icing is the favorite of Zhao Guo's dignitaries, but I didn't expect it to be invented by Xia Ye."

The high-level people talk a lot, and the first thing they pay attention to is their interests.

"Speaking of which, I should have noticed when he was playing the skill of distinguishing objects last year."

Xia Yunzhi frowned. He actually sent people to monitor Xia Ye secretly at that time, but the blood survival trial was about to start, Xia Ye left the tribe directly, and he didn't sell sugar later, so he didn't go into it further.

At this moment, Xia Yunzhi felt a deep sense of regret, if he had obtained the frosting formula at that time, it would be his own, relying on it, he would definitely be able to win over more allies and successfully ascend to the position of chief patriarch.

"The recipe is in Taiding's hands!"

After Xia Ji finished speaking, he looked at these high-level officials calmly, but there was an undisguised banter in his eyes.

"Ha ha!"

Xia Yunzhi's senior management laughed awkwardly.

"I am the chief patriarch of the Xia Clan, so I naturally put the interests of the tribe first!"

Xia Ji said in an official tone: "The distribution of icing sugar will never let everyone down."

"Let me just say, the patriarch has always done things fairly!"

Xia Nian stroked his beard and flattered him.

Xia Yunzhi glanced at this old man, closed his eyes wisely, and pretended to rest his mind. In fact, he avoided it temporarily. He knew that Xia Ji came here today with capital, and if he came forward again, he would not be able to please him.

"Well, everyone has seen Taiding's plan, right? Tell me your thoughts?"

Xia Ji sat firmly on the Diaoyutai.

Everyone was silent, weighing the pros and cons, but soon, someone spoke up.

"Is it too risky? 3 people are already half of our tribe's strength!"

"If you can win the wasteland, it's not a loss."

"It's a pity that those savages are useless except as cannon fodder, and nobles don't like to use savage slaves!"

When it comes to major issues, everyone is still very insightful. To put it bluntly, most of the people who can sit in this seat are not stupid. Sometimes they get in the way, and they just want to maximize their own interests.

In fact, the discussion is meaningless. Xia Ji, who holds many recipes, is already an absolute talker.

The meeting was over, and everyone didn't leave immediately, even Xia Yunzhi's family gathered around Xia Ji, chatting with him.

Xia Yunzhi put on a serious face, shook her sleeves and left.

"Ha ha!"

For the first time in so many years, Xia Ji felt that his thoughts were clear, and he felt that in the future, Xia Yunzhi would not have the capital to compete with him anymore.

"Xia Ye, your father helped me solve the external and internal troubles, and stabilized the foundation of the Xia family. You sacrificed the blood on my son's behalf, and now you have come up with the icing formula so that I can suppress Xia Yunzhi and become the real Xia family. The great patriarch, Xia Ye, your family is really my lucky star."

Xia Ji was secretly happy, he remembered that Xia Wuan had a daughter, so he began to hesitate, whether to take that girl into the house, in case it brought him another wave of good luck?

In addition to keeping one thousand cavalry for emergencies, Xia Ji sent out all five thousand cavalry of the Xia family.

Don't underestimate this number, cavalry is the most costly unit in this era, and the maintenance of war horses alone is better than an ordinary commoner of the Xia clan.

In addition, there are [-] archers, and the rest are made up by infantry.

Xia Taiding didn't want the Molten Giant, and Xia Ji was not surprised, because this unit was a killer weapon. In his opinion, what his brother had was enough.

It was midsummer now, that is to say, there was still half of summer and one fall to be used, because when it came to winter, the cold wasteland was definitely not suitable for combat.

Therefore, in only five days, Xia Ji mobilized [-] soldiers and horses, prepared supplies, and let them rush to the Taiding tribe.

This is within the Xia Clan's territory, so there is no need to worry about being attacked, so the army moves very fast, marching recklessly all the way.

Taiding tribe, the atmosphere is as silent as a zombie.

Even though three days have passed since the massacre order was issued, the strong smell of blood on Jia Duo still hasn't dissipated.

Those prisoners of war who were imprisoned in the barracks without weapons and armor had no power to fight back against the bows and ballistas of the savages.

"It's a pity that you can't make it into an undead soldier."

Feel sorry for Friday.

"Your words are really inhumane!"

Ghost master despised.

"Hey, hey, don't think I don't know who gave Jiaduo the idea."

Friday is gloomy, and Ghost Lord is the one with the darkest heart: "But then again, will the master's plan succeed?"