Take Taobao with you to another world

When Huckle's fox clan found the dog clan, they almost thought it was some kind of animal that hadn't survived the spring famine.

He was very thin, and the thin leather jacket on his body had been torn into strips of felt. He had been injured, and some of the scars had begun to fester. It could be seen that they were whip marks, two fingers were missing, and there was a big brand mark on his back. Not only was he thin, but he was clearly running a fever, and his breathing was so weak that he seemed to be dying.The fox tribe carried him into the patriarch's house on a straw mat. The patriarch Aquinas pondered for a while, and asked his wife to go to the inner room to get the medicine bottle brought back by Tila.

The young wife didn't seem very willing. She grabbed the leather skirt with both hands and looked at her husband beggingly, "Such a precious medicine..."

"Perhaps his life was more precious to those on the other side of the river," Aquinas said.

Because of the grievances between werewolves and dog tribes in the past, there are no dog tribes in the southeastern part of the empire controlled by two large wolf tribes. Their tribes basically settled near the imperial capital Lacerda, and they have strong ethnic and family values. , very few tribesmen live alone, let alone cross the wilderness, forests and rivers, and come near the territory of their feud-the patriarch Aquinas does not think that he will come for the fox tribe.What's more, this dog clan whose face is so dirty that he can hardly see clearly, but whose bones are quite young still wears a copper ring on his hand. The copper ring is a fixed mark of the dog clan leader, but he has obviously been abused like a low-level slave.

No matter why he came, all the foxes in the house thought of the war last year.

Aquinas's wife knelt on the ground, frowning, and carefully and evenly sprinkled the light-colored powder on the dog's wound. An elderly fox sighed: "It really can't be peaceful..."

"Isn't this what we knew last year?" Tumo, one of Aquinas' sons, said coldly.

"But after returning from Scara last year, although I heard that the nobles of Lacerda were very angry, I haven't seen them do anything for more than half a year..."

"Because they are not free." Patriarch Aquinas said, "In the final melee, Sacher should have won, but he gave up his power and honor. Of the four orcs who entered the final battle, two died. In his hands, the only remaining tiger family is also seriously injured, and they have to decide on someone to be their emperor."

"Their emperor?" Tumo looked at his father and repeated softly. "Patriarch! Do you mean that we have to rebel too?" After the elder of the fox clan said this, the others looked at Aquinas with almost terrified eyes.

Aquinas looked at his people and sighed in his heart.

"No matter who is elected, Sacher will not admit it." He said, "And we have no choice. We live on this land, and we must be bound together with Sachel."

"But how can Sachel's werewolves be trusted?" Aquinas's other son frowned, and asked a series of questions, "Even if we have joined forces, who can forget the hatred? Depending on the survival of the werewolves, what will they ask of us? Land, population or something else?"

"I cannot answer these questions," said Patriarch Aquinas.

His son raised an eyebrow.

"So I will consult with that human magician." Aquinas said.

The son hesitated, but Tumo's expression was not relaxed at all. He looked directly at his father, "That's a human being."

"That's right, but he needs us." Aquinas said, "More importantly, when it comes to strength, a soloist alone is more powerful than Sachel."

When the dogman was sent across the bridge, Scar was in contact with Yunshen by phone—after the road construction team set off, in order to facilitate contact, telephone lines were laid all the way, and the node was connected to Sasheer. He had already used this thing since then, but what he didn't expect was that when using the radio, he could still count as his privilege as the patriarch, and instead of using this thing called "telephone", whether it was out of curiosity or really wanting to find out about relatives According to the news, in recent days, there are at least a dozen or twenty werewolves queuing up to use the phone in his tent in a day.

"... just let them use it for a fee," the black-haired surgeon said on the other end of the phone in his usual soft tone, "like I do."

Scar sneered at the beginning, "I am the head of the clan, I want to use this method to make money? What's more, it's such a small thing, you just installed it here by the way, even the farming brigade can have it, just by itself How much is it worth?"

The Far Eastern magician laughed softly, "The value is relative, it's just that such an easily obtained communication tool does not seem to be of much value, that's because it is here now, and you know where it came from. If it is a Years ago, or is it not here now, but in any tribe on the other side, or even in any human town?"

Scar snorted, "You only need to brag about yourself, right?"

"If you think so." The magician's tone was not at all unpleasant.

Of course Scar didn't like his opponent's calm attitude of taking everything under his control, but he couldn't say that the black-haired magician was wrong.The value is not determined only by the rarity of a certain thing. After seeing the production departments one after another in human settlements, and seeing the power of so-called "mechanical" and the efficiency that can be achieved by standardized operating procedures, he is very clear As long as the Far East magician gives an order, it is not difficult for them to multiply the number of ten times and a hundred times, not to mention one or two, for something that looks small and complicated like a "telephone".

Under the guidance of Far East magicians, those former mountain tribes and even slaves have learned how to manipulate those machines to perform fine work, to produce one and another human necessities, and there are more unimaginable things that can bring life and production. For items that are convenient and efficient, the black-haired magician allows his people to exchange their labor for a strong and spacious residence, sharp and durable iron tools, soft and comfortable clothing, and exquisite and abundant food. Living in the established order, Eska has seen and heard several times in human settlements, from magicians down to the elderly and teenagers. Except for children who get special preferential treatment, he has never found a single person who is idle .

Human settlements are of course not the legendary milk river flowing, the trees are always full of ripe fruit, cattle and sheep wandering in the boundless grassland of paradise, they show a relatively superior life, no matter who wants what , must pay the corresponding price, only the magician is one of the exceptions, because what he gives is completely out of proportion to what he gets.It has been more than a month since the first batch of werewolves who participated in the construction of the school building went to the settlement, and all kinds of rumors have been spread, even though the vast majority of werewolves already know that human beings will not be particularly polite to them. Incompetent werewolves If you don't want to be reviled, you can only start from the most basic work like everyone else, but there are more and more werewolves who come to Scar or Pharmacist to ask for the past.

Faster than Ska expected.

"...This contact is mainly for one thing. I have put more than half of the young and strong population into the road construction brigade. Even the joint training of the reserve team and Sacher's cavalry can only barely guarantee it. Now it is spring plowing and sowing In this season, although the foundation of the farmland in the settlement has been established, it needs to be further expanded and strengthened this year, so we don't have much manpower to spare."

Scar was originally listening casually, but suddenly woke up here, "What do you mean?"

"The Agricultural Cooperative Brigade has completed part of the land preparation work on the new land of Sacher. Although we will continue to transport livestock and seeds there," said the technician, "further work, especially water conservancy construction, is not enough with the current number of people. It might be done."

"'Water conservancy'?" Scar recalled, "You mean the trench digging work?"

"You can say that." The magician's voice was slightly smiling.

Scar doesn't know much about agriculture. He knows the canals that cut the settlement's farmland horizontally and vertically into large pieces. Sacher's land is adjacent to a big river. The crops weren't even a fraction of the size of human settlements, and those ditches must have served their purpose.It's just that this kind of work is obviously hard work, and there are definitely not many werewolves willing to do it.

"How many people do you want?" Scar was very happy.

"Call me two thousand first." The black-haired magician's calm voice came over.

Scar stared at the microphone. His hearing was very good, and he definitely heard the number right. "Two thousand? Do you know how many people are there?" Isn't that just digging ditches?

"Have you seen Sasheer's land plan?" the magician asked.

"What..." Ska suddenly remembered the pile of things that the pharmacist brought back for him two days ago, and there were many papers that Ska needed to review. He draws the scene and characters with a pen, explains the formal process to him in the form of continuous pictures, and only marks numbers in some places that are really difficult to express with simple patterns. Although the production of this kind of document is labor-intensive, it is very popular with the audience.Scar recalled it for a while before he remembered that there was a piece of paper that he had forgotten after seeing it. He casually put the microphone aside and took the thick piece of paper from the wooden stand opposite the tent. Turned out.

The sign of the water flow is painted with blue paint in the two curved lines. It is a big river. There is a big square next to the big river, and a wolf head is drawn inside to represent the Sacher tribe. From right to left, black paint is used to reach the edge of the paper. Heavy lines depict rolling hills, and between them, which takes up most of the paper, is a grid of horizontal and vertical lines.It's a bit like the black and white grid games that the pharmacist taught him before, but they're clearly not games.

Scar stared at the plan, and after a long time...

"How much space do you want to occupy me!!"

Some small crackling voices came from the other side of the microphone after a while, and then the voice of the magician, "What?"

There was the sound of paper flipping again, and the magician said unhurriedly: "This is the goal to be achieved within three years, and this year we only need to complete one-third of it."

"You want to turn all these grasslands into fields?" Ska endured his anger and said, "Where are our horses? Where do you ask my people to raise them?"

"There are also horses in the settlement. Compared with Sachel's horses of the same qualifications, what do you think they are inferior?" asked the magician.

"I take care of those poor horses..."

"They are actually the same." The magician said, "Actually, according to the comparison we have obtained, although the land area is far less than that of Sacher, after the previous year's breeding, the livestock we exchanged worked more. In more serious cases, large livestock such as cows and horses are still stronger than yours, and some mounts brought by werewolves also obviously like our concentrated feed."

"So what?" Scar said, "You don't make good horses by feeding them!"

"The feeding problem has been solved, and they don't actually need such a big place." The Far East Magician said, "As far as I know, the fox family seems to have an advantage in terms of breed, and it is easy to get in touch with wild horses in their territory? "

"What do you mean?" Scar became alert.

"I have an idea..." said the sorcerer.

Ska frowned and hung up the phone. He had just opposed the magician's proposal with a fierce attitude, and then both sides took a step back. He agreed to persuade some tribesmen to give up their slaves to humans, and the magician will also ask The number of people has been reduced to 500, and the water conservancy of the newly reclaimed land will still be constructed by one-third as planned. Whether to continue to expand after that will be discussed according to the specific situation. As for Huckle——

The magician actually plans to recruit people from the fox clan?

While he was thinking, a werewolf quickly came outside his tent, "The patriarch! The Hekel tribe sent a canine across the river!"

Scar came to the medical room built by humans unhappily, and at this time the pharmacist was already treating the dog's wound.Since the other party's injuries were indeed serious, the pharmacist did not ask the two novice apprentices next to him to assist, and handled the whole process by himself.Seeing that the pharmacist's hands as white as snow wiped the dog's filthy body with a clean cloth, and then focused on cleaning up those hideous wounds that were about to clump together, without even noticing his arrival, Scar twitched the corners of his mouth. .

"Canine," whispered a young werewolf who had picked him up. "What is he doing here?"

"Exiled slave," said another werewolf, "but this is the territory of our wolf clan, and his head is broken?"

"Maybe it was really broken..."

Is that all you think about?Scar thought, and then he chased them all away.

The pharmacist finished treating those wounds, poured medicine on people, and pressed the medicinal materials on the bottom of the tongue. When he came out after washing his hands, Ska, who was sitting on the outside with his legs crossed, had already put him in a small box of licorice in the medicine cabinet. Came out half chewed.

"Can you live?" Scar asked.

The pharmacist walked to the medicine cabinet from the settlement and closed the drawer, "It should be fine, he has a very strong will to survive." After a little hesitation, he asked, "I'm afraid he came from Lacerda ..."

Scar was still chewing licorice.

"The emperor has changed?" the pharmacist asked again.

"It's the same no matter how it changes." Scar stood up, "He will come to me when he wakes up."