For hungry people, a bowl of sweet yellow rice porridge and a bowl of broth mixed with minced meat can overcome all fear and anxiety.

More than a thousand villagers and refugees, in the bright long swords and fierce eyes, lined up in a long line, taking turns to get the food, and steaming yellow rice porridge and broth, as soon as they got the hand, they couldn't wait to pour it into their stomachs. Even if they were so hot that their mouths hurt, they wouldn't spit out a drop of soup or a grain of rice.

Those who finished their meal early gathered not far away and looked at each other, while those who were not yet turned around kept placing their feet to look around.

No one dared to do anything randomly. The pile of corpses outside the village told them that the people who came out of nowhere were all cruel characters who killed people without blinking.

The water of more than ten horses was washed with a thousand kilograms, and the bones were enough for thousands of people to eat. However, Qin Chuan said that giving one bowl would be a bowl, and he would not give it to him at all.

You must behave in a regular manner.

After everyone had eaten yellow rice porridge and broth, it was time to work. Thousands of corpses were piled up outside Mengjiazhuang, and now someone has finally buried them.

As the saying goes, people are short-spoken, and the villagers don’t complain much, so they obediently move the bodies to the wasteland in the distance to dig holes and bury them.

After burying the body, they built the gate and the courtyard wall, etc. They worked until noon. After another person took a bowl of yellow rice porridge from Qinchuan, the villagers ran home to get sacks and baskets.

They want to borrow grain from the Meng family.

This made Song Zhiting dizzy. Among the thirty-eight old bandits in Jiujishan, he could calculate the scriptures and write. He wrote all the loan notes for more than 100 tenants.

The tenants pulled the literate people to help them read the loan notes. After hearing that the words on it were written without any profit, they pressed their handprints excitedly.

On the gatehouse, Meng Guiming's heart was bleeding.

He thought to himself that in a few years, the Meng family's nearly 10,000 acres of fertile land and huge property would definitely be defeated by the Qin surnamed.

A bandit is a bandit, and I don’t know how hard it is for the people to save their families.

Of course Qin Chuan is not as stupid as Meng Guiming.

His abacus had already been settled. He wanted to visit the Du family and the Ninghua King's fields quietly and get all the more than 18,000 acres of fertile land in the Loufan Valley.

The method that is simple and clear, but not bloody is to let no one in Loufan Town farm the Du family and Ninghua King.

The first step is to win over the tenants and farmers of the two families and let them come and help them farm.

If they owe the Du family and the Ninghua King money and grain, they will help them pay it back. Of course, they will not pay it back with the grain, but with a knife.

When no one helped them farm, the Du family and the Ninghua King could only find people to farm from other places. When their people came, Loufan Town would cause trouble until no one dared to come.

At that time, the Du family and the Ninghua King will definitely be in a hurry to sell the land.

Including the Meng family's more than 9,000 acres of land, Qin Chuan did not want to hire people to farm, nor did he want to hire long-term workers to farm. He just wanted to tie the farmers to the same boat and plant them all for the tenants, and only collect rent.

Given that the oxen and farm tools are not intact, a laborer can plant at most six or seven acres of land. Each tenant household can plant an average of two to three laborers, about twenty acres of land. His more than 9,000 acres of land requires 500 tenant households to plant it.

In addition to the villagers of Loufan Town, he also had to collect more refugees. After planting fertile fields, he could plant mountains, and after planting the mountains, he could open up land. On the ridges around Loufan, layers of terraced fields could be cultivated like later generations.

The premise is to solve the problem of irrigation water.

After the villagers happily returned with their food on their backs, Qin Chuan asked those refugees to carefully screen them, and then asked Song Zhiting to register one by one and settle in many houses in the outer village.

Among the more than 400 refugees, there are more than 200 thin young and strong. Many old, weak, sick and disabled people died on the way to find food. In addition to being thin, they have a good foundation. They only need to maintain their strength for a short period of time and will naturally come back.

Qin Chuan was not in a hurry to select a source of troops from it, and he would raise it for a few days.

On the day when Bashan Hu attacked the village, there were dozens of injured and undead guards, but in the end they only had a dozen. Qin Chuan did not kill these people, but instead temporarily used a bright long sword and fragrant broth to deal with each other as they dealt with the villagers.

In the future, it would not be too late for anyone to jump into the foot and slaughter it again.

As for the few women who were lucky enough to die, Qin Chuan planned to use them to wash clothes and cook, so he asked Song Zhiting to coax them every now and then. Among all the old bandits in Jiujishan, Song Zhiting, a half-slave military advisor, was quite elegant in his speech, and others always carried a knife to curse their mothers. It was not suitable for women to comfort their wives.

Among those women, there was a young lady from the Meng family, who was Meng Guiming's niece. She was quite handsome but had a little too big temper. She thought she was still the daughter of a wealthy family. She cried and made trouble, and was domineering to the old bandits in Jiujishan. After being slapped by an old bandit named Liu Youzhu, she did not dare to make trouble.

In Liu Youzhu's words, it is no different from the big-footed woman who stripped her naked and farmed in the fields. She is so fucking a good match with me.

Qin Chuan had nothing to do. When his subordinates were busy, he stood on the top of the gatehouse and looked at the undulating Luliang Mountains around him, feeling a little slutty.

Loufan is not a good land, it is too small and too poor.

However, if you add Lan County to the west and Jingle to the north, it should be considered a good territory.

This triangular area is the central area of ​​the Luliang Mountains. The mountains are generally low and gentle, with the Fen River and several tributaries passing through. In addition to the Loufan Valley, there is also Lan County, which is known as the small plain on the Luliang Mountains, where there is a large area of ​​fertile land.

This area is also a good place to raise horses, especially the Yunding Mountain in the east of Loufan. There is a large subalpine meadow on the mountain with an altitude of 2,000 meters. During the Tang Dynasty, the horse herding prison was specially set up here, which was the main source of war horses for border troops in the Tang Dynasty. At that time, it was known as "Loufan Jun horse vest world".

After the Ming Dynasty established horse markets in western Sichuan and western Yunnan, military horse farms were set up in the Hexi Corridor, and traded with Mongolia, the sources of war horses were basically Tibetan horses and Mongolian horses, and several horse farms in the Luliang Mountains gradually declined.

These days, war horses can come and go freely, which is very irrelevant to the robbers of Jiujishan.

Moreover, in the triangular area of ​​Loufan and Lan County, there are only three roads that can be used by the army. The three roads that go north to Ningwu Pass, east to Taiyuan, west to Lin County, are dangerous and easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Although I am a little poor, I can get rich by working. The most important thing is that this is a good place to be a mountain king.

Just as he racked his brains to recall the spring snow in Qinyuan and wanted to learn from Song Zhiting to pose for a poem, a knight suddenly appeared in Qin Chuan's sight, which was the whistle he had released.

"The boss, a group of people came to the north. It seemed that they were the yamen runners yesterday. One of them called himself the magistrate of Jingle, who said he wanted to do a deal with the boss." The whistle snatched and shouted loudly.

Qin Chuan couldn't help but smile. He was thinking about whether to send someone to send the two hundred heads to Taiyuan.

Not everyone has a pig-headed head like Han Mao, but there are still smart people.

"Where are the people?" Qin Chuan asked.

"I'm ten miles north of the country, I guess I don't dare to come over and wait for me to reply."

"Ha, go and tell the master, just say that we are all kind and simple people, and ask him to come and speak."

"Okay."
Chapter completed!