my angel

At this time, someone served hot stewed chicken with Codonopsis ginseng, and Patriarch Bai personally fed it with a bowl.

Although He Qinghuan's body was tired and tight, his heart was extremely warm.

He smiled and said, "Even the emperor doesn't have this kind of treatment."

Bai Fucheng held the bowl and said: "That's right, how can the emperor compare with you, you are the envoy of God, and you are one level higher than the emperor."

Sisi next to him asked: "My lord, what is the emperor?"

Bai Fucheng said: "The emperor is the one who manages and rules all the people in the world. He has to worry about everyone, food and drink, education, disaster prevention, defense against foreign enemies, development of technology, research of more powerful weapons, and protection of people. Man is the emperor."

Sisi said: "The patriarch is our emperor."

Bai Fucheng smiled and said: "Little girl, the emperor must manage at least 10 people before he can be called the emperor. How many people do we have?

Not even 1000 people.At most, he is a mayor.It is the captain. "

"Then the emperor is a hundred thousand princes?"

"Your Majesty, at least one hundred thousand heads, and many, many more than one hundred thousand."

"Then when will our tribe have [-] husbands?"

"Little girl, you can't speak, don't make the patriarch angry."

Sisi quickly stopped talking, and looked nervously at the envoy and the patriarch.

He Qinghuan said: "It's okay, isn't it just idle and chatting?"no problem. "

Sisi felt better.

He Qinghuan thought of another thing: "Sisi, I remembered that we picked a lot of silk in spring, do you still keep it?|

Si Si hurriedly said: "Keep it, the God Envoy said it would be useful, so I didn't dare to throw it away, it's well preserved."

"When I get better, I'll teach you how to weave cloth. Cloth is a good thing."

After comforting Sisi, he said to Bai Fucheng, "Oh, Lord Patriarch, I have some good news for you."

"It's the best news that you came back safely, what other good news is there?"

He Qinghuan swallowed the chicken soup excitedly: "Our place is really a treasure. Do you know what I saw?

Lotus root, lotus root.Lotus root growing in swamp.Can't dig out this year.

When the things stored in the spring and winter of next year are exhausted, and the fresh wild vegetables have not yet grown, when they are green and yellow, just dig them out and eat them.

Lotus root is a good thing, it can be dug all year round, but it’s okay if you can’t dig it out now, it’s still kept fresh in the ground.

There are not only lotus roots, but also cattail vegetables, bamboo shoots, water chestnuts, chicken head rice, haha, I am so happy.

There is also Xiaoyue Mountain on the South Bank, I see that there is still green in winter, which is different from the dark green of the pine trees on Dayue Mountain, it is bright green.

Look hard, it turned out to be bamboo, bamboo, my God.

With bamboo, I give you the whole world.

Patriarch, I am so happy. "

As He Qinghuan said, he imagined a better next year, first using bamboo to make a set of furniture.

Tables, chairs, benches, cabinets, doors and windows are beautiful, convenient and environmentally friendly. Bamboo is a treasure for the whole body.

Bai Fucheng said, "There are still bamboo shoots."

Suddenly the messenger ran in again: "Patriarch, God envoy, sir, I found a large group of migrating tribes outside the foot of the western mountain."

"how many people?"

"About 500 people."

"There are more warriors or are there more old people and children?"

"Most of them are warriors and women. There are no old people. There are only about ten and a half children."

"Observe carefully and strengthen your vigilance."

Turn around and call: 'Lao Xia. "

Coincidentally, Lao Xia was not injured this time, but sprained his foot while running away and limped.

Lao Xia was nearby, and moved over: "Master Patriarch."

"Tell me about the tribes nearby?"

"Nearby is the Ganda tribe, about 300 people, half warriors.

There is also a Simenta tribe, which is larger with 500 people, and also has 300 warriors and warriors who are almost grown up.

There is also a small tribe with about 100 people, and even fewer warriors.

Then there is our original Xialuosang tribe. "

"A tribe of 500 people, most of whom are warriors, came from the west mountain. Which tribe do you think it is?"

"There is no such tribe, each has old people and children, even if the old people and children are freed, the number is wrong.

Our side is harassed by saber-toothed tigers and evil dragons. Whenever the Nu River and Jing River freeze in winter, they will cross the river to look for food.

So we always go to the Aruguayan tribe in the fall for the winter and will never come back.

So I don't know why this tribe came back at the coldest time? "

Bai Fucheng took off his infrared telescope: "You go to the Xishan crenel to see what's going on, and then we can discuss what to do."

Lao Xia was living on crutches, limped and supported by the orderly soldiers, climbed up the crenel of the West Mountain, and looked at the foot of the mountain with binoculars.

I saw countless tents pitched at the leeward angle at the foot of the mountain, and there were roughly forty or fifty tents.

Of course, Lao Xia knew that in this cold winter, food was difficult to find, and the Big Bear Tribe had just suffered a severe blow. At this time, if the tribe attacked with hostility, the Big Bear Tribe would be in danger.

They must not be allowed to discover the location of the tribe, and at this moment the two tribes are only separated by a mountain ridge.

Lao Xia held up his binoculars to observe carefully. The binoculars of Mr. God Envoy are really magical. Even in the dark night, he can see the red figure in the tent.

Suddenly, Lao Xia let out a hey sound. His walking posture and body shape were very similar to Dai Desi, the leader of the Ximenta tribe.

Lao Xia trembled in his heart, because this Dai Desi was the most vicious and scheming among the nearby tribes, and he turned his back on his promises, did not abide by the agreement, how could he treat his own tribe well, how could he come, and rob food from tribes weaker than himself, women, Did it all.

After looking carefully for a while, I was sure it was Dai Desi.

The old people in the tribe don't need to think about it, they are all herded by him. They were abandoned in the cold wilderness, forest and mountains in such a weather. It is conceivable that without the support of the tribe, how those old people can resist the coldest day that is coming.

Lao Xia watched for a while and found that they were extremely short of food.

There is only a fire in the tent, and the flames can also be seen, which is amazing.

Some people were huddled together, gnawing on something, obviously not meat, it should be something like hay.

Lao Xia retreated back to the big house, leaving behind the warriors on duty: "Observe carefully and strengthen your vigilance"

The warriors on duty also know that there are only a hundred or so people who can fight in the valley now, and the rest are all old, weak, sick, disabled and pregnant. It is not surprising that the five hundred people down the mountain are hungry and crazy, and they will eat them up when they come up.

The two warriors on duty stepped up their guard.

Lao Xia came back with a limp, and the warriors who lit the fire on the South Road also came back and were eating. The fire on the wasteland in the east will not be extinguished in a few days.

Such a fire spreads the smoky smell everywhere, and as long as there is a fire in the sky, the primitive people will pick up the burned prey in the ashes.

Fortunately, the strong northwest wind that has been blowing for the past few days blows the fireworks to the southeast, and there is a mountain ridge blocking them, so the smell is not so strong. Otherwise, the tribes down the mountain will soon climb over the mountain ridge to find food.

Lao Xia reported the situation to Baifucheng, and the surrounding leaders all said: "We must not let them discover our camp."

Bai Fucheng thought for a while and said: "Let Lao Xia take the original people in your tribe and go out to get in touch with them.

If I want to inquire about your situation, I will say that you were scratched by a saber-toothed tiger, and you stayed behind after delaying your migration. .

The old people in the clan were also released. If you want to ask where the camp is, you can only point to Jingjiang, and you must not reveal the truth.

Be careful.

Dashan, Buick, find a way to break into the enemy's interior, there are too many people, we may not be able to fight recklessly.

After entering the interior, play by ear, we have warriors who will meet you at night.

Thirty warriors will ambush on the hillside early tomorrow morning. "

After the meeting, he taught Dashan and several important tactics of the Buick spy war alone, and Lao Xia listened beside him.

Confuse the enemy, show weakness, sow discord, capture the thief first, capture the king first, trick the beauties, openly build plank roads and secretly hide old warehouses. . . . . .

Lao Xia opened his mouth when he heard this, his patriarch is indeed not an idler, these thoughts, thanks to his own people, if he is an enemy, he really doesn't even know how he died.

Bai Fucheng uses only 100 remnant soldiers and defeated generals to resist the tribe of 500 people. It is necessary to maximize value, be the safest, and achieve the greatest achievement at the lowest cost.

He Qinghuan felt a tingling pain in his legs that night, as if thousands of needles were pricking him, Bai Fucheng pressed this side and that side.

I didn't sleep well after tossing and turning.