A leisurely life in ancient times

Chapter 460 The first vassal village - Sirius Village
Looking at Jiang Qing, Ju Xing only felt the world spinning, he was so angry that he fainted.

Originally, when she saw Lance bring her back to Taoyuan this time, she wondered if Lang Mo had taken a fancy to him?Thinking to himself, if Lang Mo really fell in love with her, should she hold back and struggle?

Now it seems that everything is just her imagination.

Despair comes too suddenly, how can Jupiter accept it?
Taking advantage of the trend, he fell to the ground, and no one beside him extended a helping hand. He watched Jupiter fall face-to-face, making a loud crash.Just by hearing the sound, you know it must be painful.

Listening to Juxing's muffled grunt and pain, he could even faint in pain, so it is conceivable that the blow must have been severe.At least it is much more serious than those timid ones just now, among other things, I am afraid that disfigurement is the closest.

"This?" Jiang Qing was puzzled, and looked up at Juxing who fell to the ground and passed out.

Lang Mo waved his hand and said indifferently: "It's okay, just bleed a little!"

The corners of Jiang Qing's eyes twitched, and she glanced at Ju Xing with pity, but did not question Lang Mo's words.Scanning around the hundreds of people in front of him, all of them were sallow and emaciated, looking malnourished.They were either wearing sackcloth or wrapped in animal skins. They were very miserable, much more miserable than the Wind Chasing Tribe she had seen in the Forest of Death.

There was a hint of surprise in my heart. Didn't the Prison Snake and Heimu tribes mean vassal clans?

Why is life so miserable?

Seeing that there are not many nine children, all of them have big heads, and they are all skinny without any flesh.Even if you don't take off the clothes, you will know that there is a thin and malnourished body wrapped under the clothes.

She winked at Mocha, signaling him to throw Juxing aside so as not to obstruct Jiang Qing's eyes.Mocha nodded, grabbed Jupiter, whose face was covered in blood, and left behind the crowd, never thinking of waking him up to bandage or clean the wound from the beginning to the end.

After all, Jupiter courted death.

He actually thought of urging Qiu Tie to help her take the position and secure her position as the leader of the Black Wood Tribe.But he didn't know that although Qiu Tie was greedy for her body, he told Mu Long about it afterwards.Mulong didn't say anything, twenty strong men went to Juxing's room that night, and they tossed hard all night in Juxing's room.He didn't want Jupiter's life. Redding said that the Blackwood tribe was too small and needed women to have children.Jupiter looked like a good child, and it was more cost-effective to keep her than to kill her.

When Mulong thought about it, he felt reasonable.

So people can make a fuss about Jupiter, only Jupiter doesn't know it, and thinks that he is very attractive.Every night, so many men came to the door, but they didn't know that she was completely treated by Mu Long and the others as a machine for giving birth.

Seeing that Mocha casually left Jupiter behind, Colin reminded: "Mocha, throw it away lightly. Maybe this woman is pregnant with someone's child?"

As soon as Colin finished speaking, several men came out of the surroundings and carefully lifted Juxing up, and wiped the sand on her face casually.These people are all men who have been tossing around in Jupiter's room recently.

Mocha shrugged and pouted at these people.

Meaning, look, someone will take care of this right away.

"Is everyone here?" Jiang Qing asked lightly.

Lang Mo nodded and said, "En!"

"So few?" Jiang Qing frowned slightly. Is there such a small number of people in the Prison Snake and Black Wood tribes?It's no wonder that the tribe was forced to almost wipe out, and the strength is also weak. If it weren't for the fact that the tribe has fewer people now, she would really look down on her?These people are all old and weak, women and children, and only two-thirds of them can work.

They accepted these people in order to strengthen Taoyuan.

Instead of dragging Taoyuan down, he sighed lightly.

Glancing at the crowd, he said, "Ten people stand in a row. I'll count the number of people of your two races, count the ratio of men and women, and the number of old and young."

Hearing this, although these people didn't understand, they still moved around.

Consciously and self-consciously, ten people stood in a row, crooked, but in the end they completed the formation according to Jiang Qing's intention.Jiang Qing took the wax paper on the table in front of Lang Mo, looked up and counted.

The Prison Snake and Black Wood tribes have a total of 230 people, including 65 children, 52 elderly people, [-] young and middle-aged men and [-] women.This ratio can't be said to be good or bad, it's just that who made these men too weak, and Mocha and the others may not be able to beat Mocha alone if they pick fifty or sixty.

One can imagine how cheating this is!

I originally wanted to let them open up wasteland, but now it seems that these people must be recuperated before they can work.Otherwise, before starting to do things, you will be exhausted a lot.

Jiang Qing told Lang Mo the number of people, shook her head lightly and said: "Very weak, looking at them like this, I have a feeling that the Snow Rabbit Clan is actually not weak..."

Lang Mo smiled warmly, rubbed Jiang Qing's black hair lightly, and explained: "No, the orcs are not naturally weak. Most of them eat too little food all the year round and cannot keep up with physical nutrition. Naturally, their strength is poor. Besides, although these bloodlines It’s worse, but it’s much stronger than the Snow Rabbit Clan.”

"How should it be arranged?" Jiang Qing asked.

Lang Mo bowed his head in thought, looked at Mocha and Moga after a while, and said: "Mocha, Moga, you arrange people to live in the village, rest for ten days, and prepare to reclaim the wasteland near the village. After the wasteland here is reclaimed, the south nursery bed The seedlings are probably ready for transplanting."

Jiang Qing nodded upon hearing this.

Killing chickens to get eggs, and killing donkeys are not worth the loss. If the people of the Prison Snake and Black Wood tribes are doing well, they may have to recuperate for at least half a year to recover, but the Wind Chasing Tribe is not a philanthropist.Accepting them is just to strengthen the tribe. Within a certain range, appropriate choices can be tolerated, but if it exceeds, it is easy to breed other ideas.

It was a good decision to let them recuperate for ten days and start reclaiming wasteland.

"Patriarch, should the people of the two tribes be separated?" Moga asked.

Jiang Qing shook her head lightly, and said: "There is no need to distinguish. In the future, this village will be renamed Tianlang Village, which means a village that is a vassal of the Black Wolf Clan in Taoyuan." The person who once set up the Wind Chasing Tribe in the Forest of Death was not the first head of the Wind Chasing Tribe, but a priest.Since the establishment of the Chasing Wind Tribe, all the patriarchs have been from the Black Wolf Tribe.

When Jiang Qing said that, everyone around her had no objection.

In their opinion, Lang Mo is the strongest.

Mo Lang is the patriarch of the Chasing Wind Tribe, their patriarch, although they don't have Mo Lang's blood flowing through them.But they have followed in the footsteps of the Black Wolf Clan for generations. Before anyone defeated Lang Mo, the Chasing Wind Tribe belonged to the Black Wolf Clan, which was nothing strange to them.

Jiang Qing has a big plan, and the establishment of Tianlang Village is only the first step.

In the future, the Chasing Wind Tribe in Taoyuan will have more vassal villages, and these villages will become vassals of the Black Wolf Clan.She wanted to build momentum for the Black Wolf Clan. From the moment the Snow Rabbit Clan said that they were once a vassal race of the Black Wolf Clan, Jiang Qing made a conclusion.

(End of this chapter)