Reincarnated as a sacred tree, I create a family of Yin soldiers

"Excellent ironware, come and take a look. Blacksmith Liu carefully made it. It will definitely be better than last year's!"

"New clothes can be sewn, and they can be made to measure! All the best animal skins are used!"

"Pine, rice, last year's rice."

"Bah, who wants last year's rice?"

…

In the market, people were coming and going, and it was more lively than in previous years.

The reason lies in the changes made by the Chen family more than two months ago.

Many villagers can rent land for planting, and the harvest is better than before. In addition, they can go into the mountains for hunting, and the harvest is richer than before.

Some grains mature earlier and have already begun to be harvested.

Villagers no longer have to worry about food, so they will naturally pursue a higher quality of life, or have time to delve into ways to make a living. Even the hoes used by everyone to dig the ground have become much more detailed.

These changes may seem ordinary, but they have been subtle, affecting the surrounding areas of the Mass Burial Mountain.

Outside the market, a middle-aged man with an unfamiliar face, about thirty years old, slowly walked into the market and came to a stall selling beast skins or tusks.

"How do you sell this feather?"

The middle-aged man picked up a feather on the stall and asked.

The stall owner glanced at the tricolor feather that was picked up and said without raising his head:

"A pound of rice."

"Last year's one will do, too."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, then took out a piece of white jade and threw it on the stall, saying:

"A piece of jade coin, do you want to sell it?"

He looked at the strange jade stone that fell on the stall, no bigger than a thumb, round in shape, only as thick as a leaf, and with a hint of red in the white.

The stall owner couldn't help but muttered:

"What the hell?"

When he looked up, he realized that the middle-aged man in front of him was dressed in butterfly brocade and wearing a white jade and silver crown. He looked handsome and handsome, like a humble gentleman, which made people feel good about him.

"That's all, I'll give it to you."

The stall owner waved his hand. There was no expression on the middle-aged man's face. He put away his feathers and stood up to leave, but he did not take back the jade coin.

As the middle-aged man wandered around the stalls, everyone's eyes were attracted to him, and they couldn't help but whisper:

"It doesn't seem like he's from Mass Burial Mountain."

"It doesn't look like someone from the Chen family, I've never seen him before!"

"Do you want to report it to the Chen family?"

…

The middle-aged man seemed not to hear these discussions. He just walked around the short market and then walked out of the market.

When walking out of the market, the middle-aged man raised his head slightly and saw the pattern representing the Chen family at the door of the market.

In the pattern, there is a locust tree with two colors intertwined.

The middle-aged man murmured softly:

"Interesting, interesting."

"I didn't expect that there would be a family with a totem on a small hilltop where I don't even know jade coins."

"I would like to see it."

As the middle-aged man whistled, a huge shadow flew over his head.

…

"Remember, you have just joined the family not long ago, so you must understand the rules of the family."

"Don't be careless when planting blood rice, otherwise the clan will blame you, and I won't be able to protect you."

"..."

Next to the fertile fields, Chen Yihu warned the many domestic slaves beside him with a serious face.

At a cursory glance, there were no less than twenty domestic slaves around.

And these twenty people are now under his jurisdiction.

This is all due to the last time he recruited the family, he did a good job.

He was originally a villager from Shili Village near Mass Burial Mountain. Logically speaking, when the family recruited domestic slaves this time, he had great power and could even let in some people he knew in the village.

But after he studied the incomplete ancient book all night, and then considered it from the family's point of view, he quickly thought of the disadvantages.

Later, when he recruited domestic slaves, he did not think about the friendship between the same villagers. Instead, he recruited them according to the family rules and did not dare to go beyond them.

Now it seems that what he did was correct, otherwise he would not be the leader standing here now.

But this is only a small step forward for him. His ultimate goal is to become a family warrior.

However, relying on the current performance seems not enough. He needs to work harder.

He also wants to do a beautiful job in this blood rice harvest.

Under his careful care, the few acres of land he owns are more productive than those of Chen Xuanshe. This is entirely due to the fact that he took the time to consult many people who are proficient in planting.

While Chen Yihu was deep in thought, scolding and noise suddenly came from not far away.

Before Chen Yihu could get close to understand the situation, a house slave ran over and said in a hurry:

"Brother Yihu, an unknown person suddenly broke into the farmland."

"Go and have a look."

Chen Yihu frowned, with a cold look on his face.

Who in the nearby villages doesn’t know that this fertile land belongs to the Chen family?

He wanted to see who was so bold!

Soon, Chen Yihu arrived at the scene.

At this time, several domestic slaves were surrounding a person, blocking him in front and not allowing him to move forward. The man's face was calm, showing no emotion or anger, but his plain expression gave people a chill.

When Chen Yihu saw this person's dress and demeanor, the original anger on his face disappeared.

This does not look like a member of the family, nor does he appear to be from a nearby village.

Outsider?

Although Mass Burial Mountain is remote, there are still people who accidentally come here, but the number is so rare that you may not see one for several years.

Chen Yihu had the answer in his mind, and at the same time there was a hint of caution on his face.

After summoning a domestic slave, Chen Yihu whispered a few words in his ear before quickly stepping forward.

There are a lot of things to teach in that ancient book.

This person definitely has a lot of background, and he needs to be dealt with carefully.

"Brother Yihu is here."

Seeing Chen Yihu approaching, many domestic slaves also had a backbone, ready to drive away the person in front of them at any time.

Seeing that many domestic slaves were so lackluster, Chen Yihu shook his head in his heart, but fortunately, things were still under his control.

"You all disperse, I will greet this guest."

Chen Yihu waved his hands to disperse the other slaves, and then said with a smile:

"I dare to ask this gentleman what is the purpose of coming to my Chen family's farmland?"

Chen Yihu looked humble, with a smile on his face.

This made the middle-aged man's originally calm face once again gain a touch of interest:

"Interesting, interesting."

"In such a small family, there are people like you who are aware of current affairs. I am becoming more and more interested."

Chen Yihu was slightly shocked when he heard this. He even mentioned his family name, but this person didn't seem to care.

The middle-aged man did not answer Chen Yihu's question. He immediately squatted down, looked at the bloody rice in the fertile fields, and asked:

"How many blood rice crops do you have in a year? How much blood rice can one acre of land produce?"

The middle-aged man's questions made Chen Yihu even more convinced that this man was not from Mass Burial Mountain, and he answered them one by one.

Just when answering, Chen Yihu reduced the amount of blood rice produced slightly.

The middle-aged man glanced at Chen Yihu with a half-smile but didn't say much. He just stood up and looked around at the fertile fields and said:

"The Chen family should have received the news, right?"

"Let's go, take me to see this Chen family."