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"Okay, deputy district chief. You don't have to worry about these things. Now you have a clear idea of ​​who is responsible for including a secluded city into the territory of the flower planter.

What's more, even if I agree to you completely, I will completely give you the mining area and hand over the management of Hancheng. But the 80,000 barbarians behind me, will they agree? No, on the contrary, it will cause turmoil again.

They surrender because they are afraid of me. Only I can suppress, these one-sided guys. Don't just think about what you didn't get, but think about what you got.

At least, with the protection of the cold city, XZ no man's land can disband a large number of combat forces. Let them go back to their respective departments to protect the people. And you are even more able to dispatch a group of young strange people to come to the secluded world to practice.

In an environment with five times the gravity and rich aura, wouldn't it be as simple as eating and drinking for a person with a bit of talent? Holding on to a little bit of profit, I really don't know how you, the deputy head of the district, deserve to be. "

What He Xiaotian said made the old man stand in a daze.

Yes!

Compared with Ghost Steel, strange people all over the country have an incomparably safe city to practice, and a leap in strength is stronger than anything else.

"Next is our internal meeting in Hancheng, please go out first, old man."

He Xiaotian waved his hand, and the barbarian soldiers who had been following him immediately stepped forward and made a gesture of please.

Seeing this, the deputy district chief said, well, it's okay for me to leave.

"You guys, go and bring the patriarchs from the gap in the city."

After the words fell, several barbarian soldiers left.

"May I have your name?"

He is quite interested in the soldiers who follow behind him, sincerely acting as dog lickers.

"My lord, you can call me Aaron. In Hancheng, only powerful families have surnames. We civilians only have names."

"???"

The corner of He Xiaotian's mouth twitched, civilians are not even allowed to have surnames, it's a damn feudal society.

I am really a kind person, I have liberated the cold city of the secluded world, and I have immeasurable merits and virtues!

"What do you rely on to survive? I didn't find any crops on the way here." He himself was very curious about this. The Nether World is undoubtedly a mysterious place.

You said that they have dealers who can survive and grow in the ice and snow, He Xiaotian probably will believe it.

Feitian Dundi has come out, there is nothing impossible.

But Aaron's next answer surprised him.

"No." Aaron replied with a wry smile after hearing the words. "We barbarians are not good at farming. Generally, we rely on the ghost steel mined from the mining area to trade grain with Spring City thousands of miles away. The rest is hunting. Relying on the fur of various snow creatures and ice fields The special weirdness that wanders in the upper reaches is exchanged for food.

I heard from the older generation that Hancheng tried to raise wild animals such as snow cows decades ago. He planned to exchange a large amount of meat with Chuncheng for food. Unfortunately, it failed. Since then, I have continued to live on ghost steel. "

After hearing this, He Xiaotian felt heartbroken.

His heart is about to bleed, Ghost Steel.

Controlled resources that are not dared to be sold on the black market in this world are actually let you exchange for food.

This is too cheap! !

If I could have discovered Hancheng earlier and established a good relationship with it, would I have become the richest man in the world long ago?

At the same time, he was convinced by the principal and deputy district chief.

If we could hear the news earlier, how about playing offensive and defensive battles?

He took out the food and crazily smashed it on the head of the barbarian king. See if he will accept it!

If he refuses to accept it, the people at the bottom of Hancheng will turn against him.

"My lord, several patriarchs brought it here."

"Let them in."

He Xiaotian sorted out his emotions and ordered.

After the words fell, several patriarchs whose bones were broken were brought in like dead dogs.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Barbarian soldiers have no sympathy,

He directly threw them to the ground one by one, regardless of life or death.

It was just one of them who received a courtesy reception at that time.

The soldier did not throw it to the ground, but put it down gently.

"Big... my lord..."

These people grinned their teeth in pain, and all the broken bones in their bodies were displaced under the fall, the kind of severe pain that ordinary people really can't experience.

"I'll ask you something, those who know will live, and those who don't know will die."

"!!!"

Hearing the words, several people suddenly felt the pain in their bodies disappear.

They all cheered up, they didn't forget the regretful look in He Xiaotian's eyes because he didn't kill them in front of the broken city gate.

"How many tons of food does Hancheng consume in a year?"

"???"

What is the unit of ton.

One sentence from He Xiaotian stunned several people.

"My lord, thirty catties of Jun is one Jun, ten Gui weighs one baht, twenty-four baht weighs one tael, and sixteen taels weighs one catty. I don't know what you mean by tons."

"Huh? When did this measurement start?"

This is different from the ancient flower planters!

"Cold City has been implemented since its establishment and has never changed."

"How long is the history of the city?"

"One hundred and fifty years ago, I heard that this method was suddenly spread more than three hundred years ago. Some ancient methods were all abandoned."

He Xiaotian closed his eyes, three or four hundred years ago, a man in yellow robe, blood theory.

He was even more certain that the leader of the arrogant was already a living person.

"From now on, one catty is equal to ten taels, and ten thousand catties is equal to five tons. Calculate how many tons of grain Hancheng needs to consume in a year."

The patriarchs lying on the ground in the meeting hall immediately began to count.

"Ninety-seven thousand tons!!"

Within three to five seconds, a patriarch shouted loudly.

Without waiting for He Xiaotian to ask, he continued.

"A barbarian consumes about 970 catties of grain every year, and there are more than 200,000 people in the city. It is about 194 million catties of grain a year, and 10,000 catties equals five tons, or 97,000 tons!"

The other patriarchs looked at the person who gave the answer and explained it in detail, with eyes like knives.

You are also from a barbarian family, why are you so handsome?

Give us a way to survive, okay, brother! !

He Xiaotian was also surprised that Nima, who seemed to him a barbarian with no brains, actually had people who were proficient in arithmetic.

"You are very good."

"My lord, our family is the caravan in charge of communicating with Spring City. So my villain, I am very sensitive to numbers."

At this moment, Aaron said in a low voice.

"My lord, the Jin family has a good reputation in Hancheng. They have been keeping down the price of food for a long time so that the common people can buy more food to survive. When we cleared the rebels in the city, we did not move. The Jin family has nothing."

He Xiaotian narrowed his eyes after hearing this.

If the Jin family is not touched, it means that other families are touched.

In this case......

"Patriarch Jin, right?"

"It's the villain."

The patriarch of the Jin clan replied in a stern voice.

He was really scared. The golden giant on the throne slapped him to death.

"Oh, Lao Jin, who beat you like this? Hurry up and get a doctor to treat Patriarch Jin's injury." He Xiaotian looked at the barbarian soldiers around with a wronged expression.

Who is responsible for his miserable appearance, don't you have any idea?

"Woooooo..." Patriarch Jin cried out, it's not easy. Depending on the situation, I don't have to die, thank God. Oh, and thanks also to the benevolence of the radiant golden giant.

As for who beat him like this, it doesn't matter.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." When he cried, even the other patriarchs who were lying on the ground started to cry too.

"???" Patriarch Jin looked confused, you guys are crying.

Nonsense, you escaped from birth, but they have to face unknown results, can you not cry.

Patriarch Jin was escorted away by the soldiers and did not wait for him to sit down.

He Xiaotian on the throne suddenly raised a huge red fireball from his hand.

The temperature in the chamber suddenly rose rapidly.

Everyone was sweating profusely, and the heat was unbearable.

"boom!"

The red fireball disappeared like a fright.

The patriarchs lying on the bottom showed desperate expressions.

Then, under the huge high temperature, all the flesh and blood, and even the soul evaporated.

"A bunch of waste, keeping it is a waste of food. You say so, Patriarch Jin." He Xiaotian said to Patriarch Jin who was sweating profusely.

"Yes, yes, these guys are relying on their family's power to commit crimes in the cold city. They should have died long ago. Now that my lord removes them, it can be regarded as removing a harm for the barbarians in the cold city."

What else could he do with the words of the golden giant?

Lick and you're done.

"How many catties of ghost steel are produced in the mining area in a year?"

"One hundred thousand."

"so little?"

Patriarch Jin showed a wry smile, and continued.

"My lord, it's quite a lot. One catty of ghost steel can be exchanged for one ton of grain. The people responsible for the mining are all young and old in the city. It can produce one hundred thousand catties a year, which is not a small amount."

He Xiaotian closed his eyes and began to think.

The survival of Hancheng is undoubtedly based on the foundation of the mining area.

The others are the furs of various beasts that Aaron mentioned, and the special weirdness of the ice field.

But after he took control of Hancheng, the deal with Chuncheng could be broken.

The florists are undoubtedly the top in the world for farming and construction.

Ninety-seven thousand tons, nine cows and one moore.

Last year, a ton of rice cost less than 4,200 yuan, which cost more than 400 million yuan to feed a cold city.

400 million can recruit more than 80,000 barbarian warriors, so cheap!

If all the cities in the Netherworld were like this, flower growers who dared to wave banknotes and shouted, I want them all.

Then ask, who else?

And after this turmoil, the population of Hancheng has declined.

But that doesn't matter!

"The deal with Chuncheng will be broken in the future, and I will handle the food. You will be responsible for mining Ghost Steel with all your strength."

"My lord, can you get so much food?"

Patriarch Jin looked surprised, this is not a small amount.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter if I can't do it, but behind me is the power of an entire country. It's just less than 100,000 tons of grain. Is there any difficulty?"

If it wasn't for He Xiaotian's strength, the surrounding barbarians would have liked to spit on him.

Less than 100,000 tons? Is there any difficulty?

In the barbarians, it is very difficult!

Food is life.

"My lord, an old man said that the commissioner has arrived? Did you see him?"