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Chapter 1035: Family Tree First Incense
After Falcon and the others finished listening to Feibao's story, they looked at each other for a moment, then Falcon shook his head and laughed:
"Okay, Feibao, there's no need for you to come up with such an outrageous excuse. Our Yangni tribe will not drive you away for this reason."

Obviously, Falcon and the others did not believe Feibao's story at all, that the outsiders had countless people. Crowded outsiders came ashore from the beach and surrounded the entire Xige tribe!
To Falcon and the others, all of this seemed more like Feibao telling a mythological story.

The so-called foreigners whose number could not be seen clearly were the demons in Feibao's imagination.

That’s right, in the eyes of Falcon and the other two, Feibao was simply hallucinating.

Otherwise, how could he say such outrageous things?

Seeing that Falcon and the other two didn't believe what he said, Feibao collapsed. Why didn't anyone believe what he said?
"Falcon, you have to believe me! I really didn't lie to you. There really are a lot of outsiders coming here."

"Oh, Feibao, calm down. How could you be a stranger here? Are you old and confused?"

Falcon didn't believe Feibao's words at all. Now, in his opinion, Feibao and his people should be driven out of the tribe because they were spreading rumors about outsiders like they did today.

Otherwise, how could Feibao and his clan elders come here and say such outrageous things to him?

Just when Falcon was about to have someone take him away, suddenly a young man from the Yangni tribe ran over here quickly, holding a bleeding hand!

"It's bad! It's bad! Chief! Foreigners are attacking us! There are so many of them everywhere in the mountains! I can't even count them!"

The sudden appearance of this tribesman and the words he spoke made Falcon pause with his smile, and his expression immediately became serious.

He could not trust Feibao, but could he not trust his own people?

Since he said there is, then there must be, and...

Looking at the young man's arm that was bleeding, it was obvious that he was injured by the enemy's attack!
Falcon immediately said to the anxious Flying Leopard, "It seems that I misunderstood you. Come on, go into the tribe and tell me what is going on."

"Of course!"

Feibao nodded and followed him into the Mud Tribe’s headquarters.

At this time, three miles away from the Yangni tribe’s base, a night soldier of the Song army curled his lips in disdain as he looked at the empty jungle in front of him.

They were sent here to investigate the situation. They originally thought that this would be a troublesome matter since this was the territory of the Indians and someone might sneak up on you from behind at any time.

So at the beginning they were very cautious and careful.

What they didn't expect was that these Indians had very poor vigilance, and they soon discovered the guards placed by the Yangni tribe nearby.

In the subsequent attack, one of the three guards here was killed, one was captured and one escaped.

One of them happened to go to the toilet and ran away when he heard the noise, but was shot in the arm by the Song army.

Soon, the captured tongue was sent to the rear for interrogation, after all, none of them knew these Hindi words.

Then everyone continued to clear out the possible guards of the Yangni tribe in the surrounding area, and investigate the specific situation in the surrounding area, preparing for the army's subsequent actions.

The next day.

In the Xige tribe’s residence, I ate a bowl of porridge mixed with golden soup early in the morning and immediately felt refreshed.

Then, at Zheng He's strong request, Zheng He and others were taken to the fields. When Zheng He and others looked at the densely packed golden plants in front of them, their eyes widened!
Last night Zheng He had someone select some talented people who were good at calculations.

After coming to his senses, Zheng He immediately ordered the people to start calculating and weighing. A group of more than a dozen people measured the area of ​​about one acre and asked the captives about the harvesting method. After finding out that they only needed to break the golden cancan off the plant, everyone started to act immediately.

About half a morning passed, and soon everyone had picked all the golden fruits in an acre of field and started weighing them.

"Ten pounds and two ounces!"

"Twelve pounds and five ounces!"

"Thirteen pounds and one ounce!"

As piles of gold were weighed, soon all the gold in an acre of land was counted.

After calculations, the golden yield of one acre of land was finally obtained. As soon as this yield came out, Zheng He and others stayed where they were!

One thousand five hundred kilograms!

A full 1,500 kilograms!
This is a terrifying weight. The highest grain yield per acre in the country was only 281 kilograms last year!
This is the result of the farmer's meticulous work.

Now, according to the habits of the indigenous Indians, it is absolutely impossible to cultivate this acre of land intensively.

But even so, it still weighs as much as 1,500 kilograms!

Such a horrific output immediately silenced Zheng He and others.

After a long time, suddenly a Song army soldier knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

"Ooooooooo! Mother! Mother! Mother!"

More and more people broke down and cried as they looked at this golden land!
It’s not their fault. Many of the Song soldiers who came with the fleet this time were selected from the original Xiang army.

The reason why their family was in Xiangjun was because their hometown suffered a disaster, and there was no grain to harvest. They became refugees and were finally taken in by the court and resettled in Xiangjun.

But inevitably, before they were recruited into the garrison, many of their relatives died of hunger. The first soldier was starved to death because his mother left all the food to him, who was still a child at the time.

If...if...if the Song Dynasty also had such high grain yields!
Maybe their relatives would not have starved to death!

Everyone has similar thoughts.

At this time, Zheng He had picked up a golden can with trembling hands. It was an unripe golden can. He broke open the outer covering and found a granular stick like white jade inside.

Looking at the thing in his hand, Zheng He looked at everyone, raised it high and said loudly:
"Everyone! At the beginning, His Majesty went against all odds and sent us overseas! It took half a year! We set sail far away from our homeland! What was it for?!

For! These are the good things we have never seen before!
The yield per acre is 1,500 kilograms!
Everyone! This is a gift from heaven to our Song Dynasty!
If we brought this species back!
Then from now on, our Great Song Dynasty will no longer have to worry about famine!
And our names will go down in history!

Become someone who will be remembered forever by future generations!
You will definitely be the first to burn incense in the family ancestral hall in the future!

Brothers! Long live the Song Dynasty! Long live your Majesty! Long live your Majesty! Long live your Majesty! Long live your Majesty! Long live your Majesty! "

The Song army around him were infected by his words, waved their hands, and shouted loudly!
"Long live the Great Song! Long live His Majesty! Long live! Long live! Long, long live!"

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(End of this chapter)