The Emperor is Above

Chapter 185: Guqiu, this is a tough nut to crack!
The lonely hill is still bustling after nightfall.

Harvesting could not continue at night, so the young and strong people became the main force in threshing.

The usually spacious training ground was now filled with unripe ears of grain and coarse corn that had just been dried in the sun.

Piles of fire pots were burning, and under the bright light, the young and strong men were busy, while the women and teenagers were busy packing the dried corn into cloth bags.

The warehouse in the northeast corner had already been cleaned up, and dozens of private soldiers carried the grain bags to the warehouse with their great strength.

In particular, the two giant boys and the big bull were the most conspicuous. With the young boys' supernatural powers, the grain bags on their bodies were almost piled up into a small mountain, attracting many children to watch happily.

The civet cat and the little fox were lazily lying on the top of the granary, watching the grain transport team coming in and out.

Qing Yi gave them a task: not to allow any mice to appear in the granary. For the little foxes, this was just an illusion and was not difficult at all.

The elders have also been tired after a day's work, so they will smile and let the younger generations take over their tasks, while they sit not far away and chat about this year's harvest.

The old man sat on a smooth tree trunk, leaning on his cane and smiling, "This year is a really good year, there are no floods or droughts, and the land near Jiming Lake is fertile.

With the new farming and harvesting tools invented by Qing Yi and Tu Shi Gu, one mu of land can yield nearly 200 kilograms of corn. If we had such a harvest in previous years, we wouldn’t have to worry about starving.”

These words made the elderly people around them particularly emotional. In the previous few years of disasters, a harvest of 50 to 60 kilograms per acre was considered good. However, due to insufficient manpower and tools, the 100 acres of land could only be rotated every year.

Hei Weng also nodded with emotion and said, "Yes, you know, this is only the first year we have cultivated the stubble land. If it becomes mature land in another two years, I dare say that one mu of land will have no problem producing 300 kilograms of corn.

This year, we can harvest nearly 2 million catties of millet from these tens of thousands of acres of land. Excluding the 30% tax paid to the king, all of us in Guqiu can eat for two years. If we plant all golden millet next year, we can harvest 5 million catties. If we plant spiritual potatoes, I'm afraid the yield will be even higher."

"Wow! Doesn't that mean that if we grow food for one year, we can eat it for four or five years?"

The old people exclaimed together. For them who had experienced so much hardship, life in Guqiu now was simply a paradise. They dared not even imagine what it would be like in the future when they could produce 500 kilograms of golden grain per mu.

The autumn harvest in Guqiu was quick and efficient. Harvesting, threshing and warehousing were carried out simultaneously and it took only five days to complete. The speed was so fast that even the spies sent out by the various tribes of Jiming Daze were stunned.

"What exactly is that?"

A mid-level totem warrior of the Golden Rooster tribe was lying in the grass ten miles away from Solitary Hill, staring blankly at the villagers of Solitary Hill as they finished harvesting corn and continued to harvest the surrounding wasteland.

Hundreds of horse-drawn harvesters cut down the man-high weeds at an extremely fast speed, leaving only stubble less than a foot thick.

After the weeds were dried, they were quickly packaged into rectangular grass blocks and transported to the site on the east side of the hill and piled up. The weeds within a radius of several miles were soon harvested.

Behind him, the spies from the Water Horse Tribe, Black Fish Tribe, Red Deer Tribe and other tribes were discussing with each other: "The Xing people who have given up their land in the lonely hills are harvesting a lot of wild grasses to feed their livestock and also to prevent us from getting too close."

"Not only are they on guard against us getting close, they are probably also on guard against us setting fires. They are now preparing for a battle."

At this time, the intermediate totem warrior of the Golden Rooster tribe suddenly turned around and shouted: "We must immediately report the situation of Solitary Hill to our respective clan leaders and let them make a quick decision."

The spies from various tribes in Daze had long been frightened by the private armies led by Dongmen Hu and Dongmen Bao, so they did not dare to attack the villagers who were harvesting weeds with a group of dozens of people, and soon they hid and left.

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The cockcrow lake stretches for thousands of miles.

There are lakes, ponds, swamps, marshes, swamps, mountains, and forests, all kinds of terrain mixed together.

In the main body of the lake, there is a peninsula with a radius of seven or eight miles that goes deep into the lake. It is where the Golden Rooster tribe has settled in recent years. In the past hundred years, the wild people of the lake have lived in no fixed place and moved around in order to prevent the Xing State from attacking them. They have never set up camps for more than three months.

However, since the Golden Rooster Tribe received strong support from the Black Wind Tribe, it has grown rapidly in the past five years and still needs a relatively stable camp.

Once the camps of the savages, who have no organizational experience, gather and grow, it often means chaos. The camps of tens of thousands of savages are full of short huts, and the narrow passages are full of filth, feces and urine, and the stench is overwhelming.

"Humph, what a stupid savage! Without the shining of divine light, you are just like a wilderness." A black-robed priest looked at the terrible environment around him with a stern expression, and could not help but frown and snorted.

Behind him were two mid-level totem warriors, striding towards a crude but tall building at the core of the Golden Rooster Tribe, which was the Golden Rooster Tribe's meeting hall.

When the wild folks of the Golden Rooster tribe along the way saw the attire of these three men, they all saluted and did not dare to be negligent. They did not dare to go about their own business until they had gone far away.

When the three of them were about to reach the building, a high-level totem warrior of the Golden Rooster tribe came out in a hurry and said with a smile, "It's hard to offer a toast. It's been a long time since we last met. Please forgive me for not coming to greet you from afar! If you had told me before you came, we could have made some arrangements."

"It turns out to be the Commander-in-Chief Ji Wuming!"

Qie Nan Jijiu just nodded to the high-level totem warrior who came to greet him enthusiastically, and continued to walk forward without stopping, saying, "Where is Ji Wuchang? Tell him to come to see me quickly."

Ji Wuming hurriedly followed Qie Nan's footsteps and continued to smile apologetically, "The clan leader is in the meeting hall, discussing important matters with the four elders."

"Ok!"

He rarely responded, but when he walked a few feet outside the meeting hall, he stopped and listened quietly to the discussion inside.

Inside the meeting hall, a burly man slammed the table, and said in surprise and anger, "What on earth is going on? Why did such a big change happen in Guqiu, and why did the news come back only now?

As the leader of all the tribes in Daze, our Jinji tribe suffered heavy losses the last time we formed a coalition, not only losing two chief priests, Nanfeng Yue and Yingluo, but also Ji Wuhen and thousands of young and strong men.

The tribes in Daze didn't say anything, but from then on they were no longer as obedient as before. The leadership position of our Golden Rooster tribe was in jeopardy.

I originally wanted to wait until the autumn harvest season and then organize various forces to launch a surprise attack on Solitary Hill. After all, no matter how powerful the four dragon claw locust tree spirits are, it is impossible for them to guard everything.

We don't seek to wipe out Guqiu, but as long as we take advantage of the villagers being away from the fiefdom for the autumn harvest, we can surprise and kill them, at least we can save some face in front of the other tribes.

Now, the autumn harvest in Lonely Hill has already ended before we are ready to start, and we don’t even have the slightest chance to start.”

At this time, another older man's voice sounded: "Chief, the situation in Guqiu this year is indeed strange. In previous years, the autumn harvest of Xing State would not be completed until mid-September.

It turned out that the private army of Gu Qiu was all equipped with rune arrows. They attacked everywhere and shot and killed many spies from various tribes. Even many mid-level totem warriors were killed.

At that time, considering that the autumn harvest would take a long time to end, no one was sent to keep an eye on it for more than ten days. Who could have expected that there was such a magical harvester in Guqiu?

Now they finished the autumn harvest in just five days, and cut all the weeds within a few miles around the solitary hillock, and built high walls and trenches as defensive weapons.

Add to that the four third-grade dragon claw locust tree spirits, even if we suffer huge casualties, it will be difficult to break through the solitary hill embankment. This is a tough nut to crack!"

Yesterday, the number of follow-up readers dropped by half, the number of new readers dropped by half, and the average subscription dropped by two. I was very disappointed. Could something have gone wrong? I got up this morning and revised the first eight chapters. Dear readers, please read them again. You don’t have to spend any more money.

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