Girl, there's something wrong with you

After waiting outside the door for a moment, Cheng Jinyang opened the door again and went in. At this time, Yang Wangshu had already put on his mask and typed:

"you are back?"

"Discharged successfully." Cheng Jinyang said with a smile.

"That's great." Xiao Wangshu moved a chair and sat next to him, chirping while typing, "During your absence, Sister Qingqing and Sister Jinqi were quarreling so much that no one could stop them. Live them."

"Sister Jinqi thinks that Sister Qingqing is too violent, so she rushes straight into the dungeon every time, and never uses stealth to stab her in the back; Sister Qingqing thinks that Sister Jinqi is a noob, so she hits her on the back every time she sneaks into a dungeon... Now both of them are unwilling to download a dungeon with me at the same time!"

Although the sound was a mechanical electronic synthesis, Cheng Jinyang could hear a sense of grievance in it. He could only comfort the little sister and said:

"Wang Shu, if the two of them can't get along, why do you force them to play together?"

"Because they are the only ones in your harem willing to play games with me." Yang Wangshu typed in reply.

Cheng Jinyang:?

What a harem! If I hadn't been in a wheelchair, your mask would have flown off immediately, okay?

"Brother Jinyang~" Yang Wangshu started acting coquettishly, "Next time when you want to pull someone into a dream, how about you get a senior otaku? You don't need to be a nerd. If you know a little bit about comics and games, you can play with me. Just do it together.”

"No, there's no other way, get out!"

"Hey." Yang Wangshu stood up angrily, walked to the door of the study, turned around and said, "Just keep pulling people! Sooner or later, the sisters will quarrel, and they can't bear it anymore and they will tear you apart!"

"Keep scolding!" Cheng Jinyang got up angrily, but when Yang Wangshu saw him stand up from the wheelchair, he immediately slammed the door and ran away.

This little brat!

Cheng Jinyang felt that while he was in the hospital, he was taken care of by the girls in shifts for two months, and his prestige seemed to have weakened a lot.

Tsk.

In fact, I don’t need a wheelchair at all, okay?

He casually snapped his fingers, and his body flew up from the wheelchair, hovering in the study for a moment.

No, I'm still a little dizzy...

So he fell back into the wheelchair again. He felt that the battle two months ago and the integration of the girls' consciousness had indeed greatly overtaxed his spirit, and now it still hurts a little.

It would be great if I could continue to borrow the girls' computing network. For example, I could put a black communication electrode collar around my neck, and then ask them to help me calculate when I want to use my powers.

And Su Lili...

Without thinking about those annoying and trivial matters, Cheng Jinyang came to the computer and began to check the current running status of the family.

The financial situation is indeed much better than before the war, and most family affairs and sources of income have returned to normal.

However, the loss of manpower is a big problem: compared with before the war, there are now only more than 600 people in the tribe, which means that the tribe has sacrificed about 40% in this war, and the losses among the seventh-grade middle-level people are the highest.

Thanks to the current attention from the outside world, although no one mentioned it openly, the bloody battle of the Cheng family in the divine capital and the post-war population decline were indeed in the eyes of all the nobles, so no one talked about the divine capital. Cheng's "not worthy of a fifth-grade family".

After all, death is the most important thing. So many people from the Cheng family in the capital of God died, but the nobles changed hands and expelled it into a poor family. What did the sacrificed people think? After all, the nobles also want to lose face.

Cheng Jinyang rubbed his brows, feeling that the benefits obtained through sacrifice would not last long, and he still had to improve his strength as soon as possible.

In addition, the clan has suffered serious losses among young adults and middle-level people with special abilities. Should we consider implementing some policies to encourage childbirth?

For example, it is stipulated that all tribesmen who get married must sign an IOU in the amount of 200,000 as a "three-child deposit". If they give birth to three children, the debt will be exempted, otherwise it will be deducted from the retirement pension...

How about giving it a try?

So he sent a message to Cheng Yuexian to inquire about the feasibility of doing so.

It took a long time for the person on the other side to reply:

?

A simple question mark expressed Cheng Yuexian's complicated and extremely confused mood at this time.

"Yue Xian, do you think it's not feasible?" Cheng Jinyang typed and asked.

"Encouraging childbearing will not be of much use to the short-term population growth, unless the blood concentration threshold for poor families to join the family is lowered, and a group of people are temporarily recruited." Cheng Yuexian replied, "Besides, showing the miserable appearance of a declining population to the outside world is not good for the outside world. Our gentry’s reputation is even more favorable.”

"Instead of forcing the clan members to have children, I think it is better for you, the clan leader, to set an example and follow the ladies to have ten or eight children. For example, if you get Miss Wang pregnant, how dare the Taiyuan Wang family deny you as their son-in-law? In the past, maybe they would accept the Cheng family from the capital of God as a vassal, but now that our family has suffered heavy sacrifices, it is impossible for the Taiyuan Wang family to be ignored, and there is a high probability that they will support us instead, which will affect the family's finances..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Cheng Jinyang sent her five or six window vibrations in a row, expressing his extremely speechless mood, "Why does this involve me? Wanrou and I don't have that kind of relationship!"

Cheng Yuexian hated the irony and urged: "Relationships can be cultivated! Who doesn't develop them as friends first? If Wang Wanrou doesn't like it, what about Cui Jinqi? I heard her talk about you several times recently, it should be because of your kindness I like the Japanese hero who saves the beauty."

"If you can't get the Wang family from Taiyuan, you can also get the Cui family from Qinghe! If you're embarrassed, I, my sister, will go out of my way to help you find matchmakers!"

"Don't, don't, don't." Cheng Jinyang's head was pounding. Of course, he couldn't explain to his cousin that the Cui family's wife and I were in a "server-client relationship" and she had no other reason to stay at my house.

After finally fooling his cousin, Cheng Jinyang temporarily put aside encouraging children and continued to deal with other matters.

"Is Jinyang back?" There was a knock on the door and Cui Xiaoniang's cheerful voice.

"Come in." Cheng Jinyang said.

So Cui Jinqi opened the door and came in. Looking at Cheng Jinyang sitting in the wheelchair, she opened her mouth with a look of shame and joy.

Cheng Jinyang:? ? ?

He keenly sensed that something was wrong with the other party, and then he heard her grabbing the corner of her clothes and saying twitchingly:

"Jinyang, welcome back."

"Thank you." Cheng Jinyang put down the document in his hand and said calmly, "However, this is the clan of the Cheng family in the capital of God."

So if you act like a hostess and "welcome me back," what kind of trouble are you going to make?

Cui Jinqi was a little anxious and opened her mouth again. Before she could speak, someone else pushed the door open and came in.

"Jinyang, the grapes have been washed..." Xing Yunzhi's voice stopped abruptly.

Then she frowned and stared at Cui Xiaoniang:

"How will you be here?"