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Anyway, I went back to the comfortable Prince's Mansion. On the big Persian carpet that was just shipped from the port this month, Mao Xingjian sat there with a face full of pain. On the opposite side, the chiefs and great wizards of the six tribes of the Su people came together. Here After waiting for more than half a month, when he sat down now, the former great chief Black Hoof, who had been silent for a long time, couldn't hold back anymore, and began to ask dull and hasty questions.

"Great Chief, you...., ceded the south bank of the Snake River to the Apaches?"

Before Mao Xingjian could answer, the two pots of boiling water, who were the most irritable, were already furious and jumped up, gnashing their teeth like a huge monkey.

"The land that the Su people's ancestors lived for generations, you, chief, ceded it to foreigners so easily. Do you consider yourself a Su people? Are you worthy of the souls of your ancestors?"

Originally, Mao Xingjian settled the Apaches on the south bank of the Snake River without going through the tribunal of elders. This matter was indeed Mao Xingjian's fault, but when these guys yelled and questioned him, the prince's temper also came up, and he slapped the table and jumped up , he yelled himself in the stuttering Su language that he had learned so hard these days.

"When the big enemy comes, who is calling to abandon the Snake River Plain, browse the Rocky Mountains, and compete with the Mandans and Crees for land and hunting grounds? Now I have brought the big guys to defend the towns and farms! Let you stay in the warm The town survived the harsh winter and kept its homeland, at this time, you all jumped out to accuse Gulai again!"

"Why do you? If any of you, who can achieve the merits of Gu?"

The circle that Mao Xingjian pointed out made the chiefs dumbfounded. Indeed, this year was the biggest change for the Sioux in hundreds of years. They kept the territories they had fled and settled down completely. The population will even increase by a large amount in the coming year. Part, without Mao Xingjian, it was almost impossible, but after a long time of dullness, Black Hoof still spoke in a hoarse voice, as if sandpaper was grinding glass.

"All the tribes of the Sioux people are grateful for the achievements of the great chief and remember them in their hearts, but the land is still the land of the Sioux people. Even the great chief should hold an arbitration meeting to obtain the consent of the various tribes of the Sioux people, and then cede it, and go away every year. To the east of the Rocky Mountains, when I came back three or five years later, the Sioux River Plain still belonged to the Sioux, but the chief left the Apache tribe on the south bank of the Snake River, and they settled there forever, fighting with these wild and ferocious people. Neighbors, it’s not a good thing after all!”

Look at the big and small chiefs nodding, but Mao Xingjian's anger flared up all at once. This time, he doesn't want to reason with these selfish guys at all. He pointed his arm at the door, and Mao Xingjian growled angrily with.

"Gu's decision is like this, not only to recruit the Apache tribe, but also to resettle the Cheyenne, Huobi, Blackfoot and other southern tribes on the south bank of the Snake River. Your so-called consistent tradition, get out of the Snake River Plain!"

Once again, the whole tribe became dumb, the cheeks of the two pots of boiling water swelled, like toads, the chiefs of the tribes such as Black Hoof and Hongyun lowered their heads dullly, and they didn't know who took the lead. They walked out of the Prince's Mansion one by one. In the reception hall, there was no further word.

Because of anger, his chest heaved violently and panted heavily. After a while, Mao Xingjian waved his sleeves and roared again.

"Let Zhao Conglong, Han Jinnong and the others come to see me immediately!"

Chapter 8 and Three. The Urgency of the Prince

The recruiting of the Apache tribe this time is not just about gaining an additional ally tribe. The biggest gain for Mao Xingjian is to better understand the internal intelligence, strength, living habits, and ideology of these out-and-out safari tribes.How to deal with the remaining southern tribes, Mao Xingjian had such an idea in his mind.

It's just that after returning to Snake City for more than ten days, Mao Xingjian has been standing still. On the one hand, after a big quarrel with the chiefs of the Sioux tribe, Mao Xingjian regretted it. He was really afraid that any tribe would not think about it. After leaving, on the other hand, the autumn harvest is just around the corner. As the owner of Snake City and the great chief of the Sioux tribe, he has to understand the arrangements for the autumn harvest.

Fortunately, in Mao Xingjian's anxiety, none of the tribes had their heads caught by the door, and they gave up the crops that were immediately available and went to the Rocky Mountains to take advantage of the wind. On August [-]th, messengers were sent from Snake City to various tribes, starting on August [-]th , All the tribes worked together to harvest the first mature corn and wheat.

The big yellow corn sticks and the golden ears of rice fell down row after row under the click of the sickle, and then they were transported to the threshing ground in the middle of the town to take off their strength. It was another golden autumn harvest season.

In the splendid harvest, just as Mao Xingjian expected, the negative impact caused by his insistence on forcibly releasing the prisoners of war has also quickly recovered. The people are the best satisfied. The first time they saw the prince traveling, Geng Gengbo and the others once again bowed their heads respectfully to visit him.

Another thing that makes the Sioux tribes speechless is that the Apache tribe, who was their enemy more than a month ago, has now become their savior again.

The land is divided according to the labor force of the prime of life, with an average of 6000 mu of land per person. The entire north of the Snake River has a population of more than 45 Daming immigrants and Sioux people, and a total of more than 3 mu of land has been reclaimed. When farming, it is still possible to use cattle to plow the fields. , and then rough sowing to save time, just spend some effort when fertilizing, but when the goods are received, you have to harvest the bunches of crops, and beat down the grains one by one. This is a big project, [-] There are so many people, men, women, and children, that they can't take care of it all together.

Although the two pots of boiling water, Black Hoof, Shocking Cow, Red Cloud and other chiefs or great wizards of the tribe were reluctant to part with them, they still had to ask for help from the Apache Department on the other side of the river under Mao Xingjian's suggestion.

There is no way, or the crops will have to be thrown into the ground for the birds to peck at and rot for nothing!

The Apache tribe, who had been unable to enter on the south bank of the Snake River, was also invited in openly.

Harvesting with a sickle is not much more difficult than hunting mountain deer and wild boars. In order not to owe the Sioux people favors, the Apaches of the mountain lion tribe also followed into the rice fields with sickles. There is nothing more shocking than seeing the harvest with your own eyes. The rice that his tribe helped to bring back fell down at the threshing floor, and then filled one granary after another. The red deer and the inspection team composed of the chief of the Apache tribe never closed their mouths in surprise.

Prince's Mansion, third floor.

Another piece of oil paper was thrown into the fire and turned into ashes. Mao Xingjian felt a little headache and rubbed his forehead wearily. This time the letter was not written by Chen Jiao, but by Xie Kang, the newly promoted minister of the Ministry of War. It was sent in the form of cipher text. The huge New World Expeditionary Force organized by Mao Jue has assembled and boarded the ship in Tianjin Port, Dengzhou Port, Shandong Lianyungang and other places. This time it will be launched by the empire, surpassing the scale of Sanbao eunuch's seven voyages to the West During the expedition, more than two-thirds of the warships of the Royal Navy cooperated together. In the name of the Ministry of War, Xie Kang notified him and Ma Bao, the governor of Yukon Governor's Mansion, to prepare fodder for the army.

According to the communication delay between the New World and the Old World for more than three months, it means that for the first time in the history of the empire, the expeditionary army led by the Princess and Marshal should have entered the polar night region of the Arctic Ocean. One day, it will arrive at the outpost of the Gem Sea stand up.

Being confiscated is not Mao Xingjian's most worrying thing. If the autumn harvest is all over, harvesting more than 90 shi of grain is no problem. It is said to be an unprecedented scale. Mao Jue has no ability to really put his 10,000+ army into the New World. 5 people died in four days. Although it is impossible not to feel sorry for them, how much more can these expeditionary troops eat with their stomachs free?

What really bothered him was the current situation! Although he didn't have much contact with the coach Adelaine, according to Mao Xingjian's understanding of his aunt, this woman is definitely a ruthless character like Mao Jue, and those who follow me will prosper My type of death!

If she wanted to go on an expedition to Mexico, she would definitely not allow herself to have unstable factors behind her, and even the southern tribes south of the Snake River, on the edge of the Great Salt End, were bound to be on her eradication list.

This constituted a direct contradiction with Mao Xingjian's consistent gentleness and enlightenment strategy. If he wanted to save several tribes in the south, he would not have much time left for the crown prince.

In the room, the unpleasant smell of burning the secret letter of the Ministry of War hadn't dissipated completely, Mao Xingjian had already hurried downstairs and shouted loudly.

"Chen Zao! Chen Zao!"

"Prince!"

The chief steward of Snake City has been crazy busy these days. Mao Xingjian belongs to that kind of typical hand-off official. While registering the harvest, this guy's face was smeared with ink, but hearing Mao Xingjian shouting, he still put down his pen sadly, and hurried over in small steps.

"The next officer is here, give your orders!"

"Harvest and next month's rice harvest, I will leave it to you! Two things must be remembered, the tax and food will be shipped to Gemstone as soon as possible. In the past few months, maybe one day, the Mexican expedition sent by the imperial court The army has arrived at the Gemstone Sea, and the soldiers and horses will go ahead before the food and grass are moved, and the army food must not be delayed!"

"It's a waste of time to be an official!"

"Also, don't treat the Apaches badly. Gu and Chief Chilu are old friends. The Apaches are also the key to enlightening the Tu people into China. Do you understand?"

Mentioning this, the old guy Chen Zao's expression became strange, his eyebrows winked, he was pointing at that carrot-like brain.

"Don't worry, the crown prince, it's a small thing to save, and you will not dare to treat the crown princess badly, ahem, Master Chilu."

The muscles at the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and Mao Xingjian hurried downstairs again, ignoring this guy.

At the door, seeing the crown prince leaving the mansion, Dongfang Meng hurriedly waved his hand, and a few sailors on guard with bayonets clattered and followed behind. Hearing the heavy footsteps of leather boots, Han Xiaomo was picking vegetables in the yard It was also a Jiling who caught up.

"Nephew, wherever you go, I will go too!"

"Prince! Prince!!!"

The chiefs of the Indians and the officials of the Ming Dynasty are really two species. Originally, Mao Xingjian arranged for a few chiefs to accompany the chiefs who visited Apache to sit in the Han’s tavern for a drink and exchange experience. At the threshing floor, the first thing you see is the red deer's big feather crest like a peacock's screen flickering, taking the lead to shake the wheat grains.

There are completely two kinds of women who are used to the kind of ladies who are used to wearing makeup in the capital city and riding in the car with umbrellas. Under the bright autumn sun, the matriarch's already healthy wheat-colored skin seems to be a little darker, and the sweat is crystal clear. Applying a nice layer of oil paint on her face, Mao Xingjian was stunned for a moment by the unique charm, and then hurriedly greeted Han Xiaomo amidst Han Xiaomo's sour humming.

"Why did you run out to work?"

Seeing the arrival of the crown prince, Chilu obviously showed a warm smile, and put down the half-thrown ears of rice in her hand, but when she heard Mao Xingjian's question, she showed a strange expression, and still stuttered. Chinese words answered.

"Please, Apache, reap! Clans, work, Chief, work too!"

This is the leader who took the lead to go to the field. Tired of the bureaucrats in the capital, Mao Xingjian appreciatively shook his head with a helpless smile, and immediately slapped her on the toned shoulder.

"I'm going to go south for a while, and go to the Cheyenne people. These days, I need your help in the harvest of Snake City!"

"I'll accompany you!"

When she heard that Mao Xingjian was going to the Xiayan tribe, the matriarch was obviously anxious. She said this sentence in a hurry and quickly, but it was a pity that Mao Xingjian shook her head.

"The autumn harvest is very important. You have to take the Apache chiefs to study hard, so that the Apache tribe can start the spring farming and autumn harvest next year. Besides, I am not fighting a war this time. I still want to send food. I can't fight. You can rest assured!"

When the tribe was mentioned, Chilu's bright eyes dimmed, but the matriarch was the matriarch after all, so she didn't bother her too much, and she nodded cheerfully.

"I'm waiting for you!"