Chapter 67: Subduing the Fierce Warrior
After chatting with this silly kid for a while, I said to him: "How much grain are you short of?"
"Our current food is only enough for half a month, and it will take two months to enter the hunting and gathering season, so we are still short of more than a month's worth of food?" said Piru.
"How many of you are there?"
"Our tribe has 3,000 people!"
"Not bad! 3,000 people can mobilize 500 warriors, that's impressive!" The poor Taoist praised.
"But we still have to help people from other tribes! Our Berserker tribe is all about mutual assistance!"
"Ah! How many of you are there in total?! Say it all at once!"
"Only about 100,000!"
"Are you saying I should provide provisions for half a month for 100,000 people?"
"Is it! Don't you want to?" Piro was getting annoyed.
"Of course not?" The poor monk hastily said: "I am calculating the specific quantity needed! Maybe we still need to transport some more!"
"Are you going to bring some more to help us?" Piro exclaimed excitedly: "Thank you so much! Now we won't have to sacrifice some of the elderly and women!" He was so excited that he burst into tears.
"Ah! Do you have to starve people to death every winter?"
"In the past, we could make a living as mercenaries and still get by, but later my father offended the Ishihara family and the nobles who oppress us here, they joined forces with the church to say that we are heretics, from then on no one dared to hire us again. Our days have been getting worse and worse since then, if it weren't for your Ryū family still daring to secretly buy our goods and even providing us with some free support, we would have been exterminated long ago. We've overhunted here, causing the game to become scarcer and scarcer, starting from last year we had to sacrifice some of the elderly and women to conserve food, this year if things continue like this, at least a few hundred people will starve to death." Pīrù said with grievance and tears.
"Why didn't you come to our Dragon family for help?" Poor Dao asked.
"You guys only come in summer, we didn't realize the severity back then, who knew this year's prey would be so scarce?"
"Then go to Wangdu to find us?"
"We're all wanted men! How dare we run out? It's safer here, once outside, we'll definitely be caught!"
"Damn Archbishop Ishida!" The poor Taoist cursed sincerely: "One day I'll kill him!"
"Young master, now that you're in charge, you won't collect taxes from us anymore, will you?"
"No entry! Can we go to your tribe and take a look?" The poor Taoist asked: "I have something to find the respected Lord!"
"Who is your father?"
"It's your father!" The poor Taoist sighed and said
"Oh! But he's not your father, is he?"
"Come on! Let's go! Don't you want food?" The poor monk really didn't want to explain anymore.
As soon as he mentioned food, he became serious and quickly got on his dragon, leading the way.
"Bring 300 people and 250 carts of food to follow! The others will set up camp on the spot!" After giving the order, the poor Taoist followed Pilu.
On the road, Poor Dao learned some information from Piruna again. The situation of the Crazy Warriors is very bad now. The shortage of food has led to a sharp decline in their population. There were nearly 200,000 people before, but now there are only half left. In this way, they still have to pay taxes to the tax officials here. Poor Dao asked him why he didn't kill the tax official, and he said that he was afraid that the king would be angry and send troops to suppress them, so he could only bear it. Damn! From what I learned from him, there must be a cat's nest here. The taxes they pay are several times more than the benefits the king gets from this place, but the kingdom has been losing money here all the time. It can be seen that those taxes were eaten by the black-hearted officials here.
From now on, this is my territory. If they dare to embezzle my money, I'll make them pay back the entire internal treasury. The evil thought has occurred to me.
We arrived at a village around 3 pm, with several thousand people inside. The houses were all made of wood. From afar, we saw many people running out to greet us, especially when they knew we were from the Long family and had come to deliver grain to them, they were overjoyed. They all shouted and clapped their chests, Pi Lu said this was a gesture of respect in their custom. I had no choice but to follow suit, also performing the ritual, slapping my own chest until it hurt. I'd rather die than do that again.
After entering the village, Piro took me to find his father. I had someone take care of the grain handover and followed him to a house. At the entrance stood an old man with a sturdy build, who looked very similar to Piro, just older and more spirited, with eyes that shone like electricity, exuding an aura of authority without even being angry. He must be the person I was looking for, the Sword Saint - Carrot.
He hastily stepped forward and saluted: "Uncle! I am Long Qingtian, a third-generation disciple of the Long family!"
"Great! Thanks for giving us food, it's a big help!"
"Haha! Nothing! With our two families' relationship, it's only natural!"
"Haha! Alright! Everyone come inside!"
"Yes!"
The house was very simple, but it might be the place where they usually discuss things. There were many stools to sit on. After everything was ready, Carlo said to Old Ma: "Long time no see, how are you?"
"Good! Not bad! However, old friend! I see you're not very comfortable, are you?" Lao Ma and he had been friends since their early years.
"Alas! I've implicated our clan!" Carlo said with some distress
"It's all over now, and everything will be completely fine from now on!" said the poor monk.
"Yes! Father! Young Master Long has come to be the lord here! He promised not to collect taxes from us!" Piro exclaimed happily.
"Is it true?" Carlo exclaimed
"Of course not!" I hastily said
"That's just great!" Carlo said, and then immediately fell flat again.
"How are you, Uncle?"
"It'll be better next year! But what about this year?"
"I've brought 250 carts of food, each cart containing 3,000 catties, how long will that last you?"
"We each need to eat 10 kilograms of food per day to be full! However, now we can only eat 2 kilograms of things, so we can still hold on for a while."
"Ah! That's just enough for 100,000 of you to chew on for four days!"
"Ah! What can you do!"
"How much longer can you hold on? I can buy some food from the nearest area."
"We can hold on for half a month, and with what you gave us, we should be able to make it until the grain arrives!" Carlo added: "But we don't have any money, do we?"
"I'll go first!"
"But how will we pay it back later?"
"I've got it all figured out for you!" The poor Daoist smiled slyly and said: "I was afraid you wouldn't be pleased?"
"Go on!"
"I hire you guys to be soldiers for me, how about it? The treatment is great!"
"Aren't you afraid of getting in trouble with the church?"
"Damn it! I thought he was done causing trouble?" The poor Daoist said in anger.
"What's going on?"
Pin Dao told him about the grudges between me, the church and the Ishihara family. Finally, he said: "If it weren't for those trash who framed me, could I have been sealed away as a waste? Could I have run to this ghost place to be a lord? Since Lao Zi has come, we must recruit some people to protect ourselves! So I found you guys! Dare or not dare to help me clean up the trash of the Ishihara family?"
"How dare you not!" Carlo stood up excitedly, emitting a terrifying killing aura all over his body. "I and the Ishihara family are sworn enemies. Your Ryūga family has treated us with great kindness, I am willing to lead the entire 100,000 Krazy Warrior clan to serve Young Master with loyalty!" He then knelt down and paid his respects to me.
The poor Dao hastily pulled him up and said, "I swear on the name of my family that I will not mistreat the Kuangzhan clan!" He then changed his tone and said, "Uncle, I want to build a new city here. Are you willing to take on the position of city master?"
