Wang Da, like other bandits, became much more polite to Zhang Yangquan after seeing his improved firecrackers.
While leading the way, I introduced him to the simple situation in the village.
This mountain is called Longtan Mountain, and the village is called Longtan Village. It is named after a large pool on the top of the mountain.
In fact, he has guessed that there are usually waterfalls on mountains, which means there is a lot of rain, the soil is fertile and has strong water absorption... Pools or lakes are often formed in the depressions on the top of the mountain.
This kind of mountain is exactly what Zhang Yangquan likes. Water is the source of life. No matter how drought-resistant the seeds are, they still need a minimum amount of moisture!
This mountain has rich water and soil, so we should be able to grow some drought-tolerant rice. Even if we can't grow rice, we can at least grow potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn, etc. that have very low water requirements!
It seems to be summer now, and if you want to plant these crops, you have to wait until next spring.
That’s good, he doesn’t have many grains, so he can breed a lot before spring!
Thinking of this, he asked Wang Da: "Brother Wang, how long can the food in our village last?"
When Wang Da heard this, he immediately became angry.
"That bastard Miao Daheng has been blocking us for almost a month. I will kill him with my own hands one day! Well, fortunately the village owner has the foresight to gather all the food in the village half a month ago.
It is distributed according to the number of people every day, and this is how we have been able to support it until now!"
This guy talked a lot, but couldn't get to the point, so Zhang Yangquan had to repeat: "How long can the remaining food last?"
Wang Da said in a muffled voice: "Only about ten days!"
"How many horses are there in the village?"
"You... aren't planning on horse racing, are you?" Wang Da's eyes widened.
"Why not? Although horses are precious, everyone is starving to death right now. It's better to use horses to satisfy hunger than to eat people, right?" Zhang Yangquan frowned, feeling that the ideas of these bandits were a bit strange.
"I advise you to give up this idea!"
Wang Da quietly looked back and said with a grin: "Those horses are the beloved ones of the Second Village Master, and she feeds each one personally... Two days ago, some people also said that they wanted to kill the horses, and they almost didn't get stabbed by the Second Village Master.
Kill it!"
Zhang Yangquan shook his head.
The second village leader turned out to be a horse lover, but at this point, no matter how much he loves horses, he can’t value them more than people, right?
Next, Zhang Yangquan asked Yuan Bing why he attacked the mountain stronghold. As soon as Wang Da heard this topic, he cursed Miao Daheng, the leader of Yuan Bing.
I was so excited that I didn’t even bother to answer.
Zhang Yangquan had no choice but to temporarily suppress his doubts.
The two were talking and came to a wooden house.
Wang Da told him that this house originally belonged to a man named Xie Qianwu, who was a bachelor and was accidentally killed while going down the mountain to rob the road half a year ago, so the house became vacant.
The house is a two-room structure, with an inner room and an outer room. It has not been lived in for half a year, and it has a musty smell. There are thick dust piled on the floor, tables and chairs.
Wang Da called several women to help, and after several people worked together to clean it, it was barely habitable.
Zhang Yangquan can't care so much at the moment, it would be nice to have a house to protect him from wind and rain.
He asked Wang Da to sit down in the outer room, washed two bowls, took mineral water and poured two bowls of water into it, and said with a smile: "Old Wang, I'll give you a drink with water instead of wine."
"From now on we are all brothers from the village, why are you so polite?"
Wang Da waved his hand, looked at the mineral water bottle curiously, took a sip from the bowl, and said with a 'tsk' sound: "Your water is not good, it is not as sweet as our Longtan water!"
Zhang Yangquan couldn’t laugh or cry, Nongfu Spring was despised by the indigenous people.
At this moment, there was a "clang, clang, clang" sound outside.
Wang Da stood up suddenly and said happily: "Finally, it's time to eat, I'm almost starving to death!"
Longtan Village is managed like a military camp by the leader of the village. Several fire-headed bandits carry two wooden barrels, one containing porridge and the other containing cooking cakes.
There were hundreds of people in the village, and there were several places to eat. Wang Daxu went to line up in front of his house and said goodbye to Zhang Yangquan.
Everyone lined up in a long line, and each person received a bowl of gruel and half a cake. When it was Zhang Yangquan's turn, the Huotou Mountain Bandit looked at him more and asked, "But Mr. Zhang, who just entered the village today?"
"It's me."
The gang leader didn't say anything more and gave him a whole cake.
Immediately some villagers were unhappy.
"Why does a new guy eat more than us?"
"Yes, yes, why?"
"Unfair! Unfair!"
Half of the cooking cake actually aroused the anger of the crowd, which shows that everyone is suffering from hunger.
The Huotou Mountain Bandit glanced coldly and shouted: "The leader of Dazhai has given an order. Mr. Zhang has made great achievements in improving the fire gun. He will be rewarded with half a cooking cake. Anyone who has any objections should go to the leader of Dazhai to discuss it!"
All villagers immediately fell silent.
Everyone has always known that Qin Lingjun has a clear sense of rewards and punishments, and is decisive in killing. Because of this, they both respect and fear her.
However, no one can feel comfortable watching an outsider sharing the meager food and eating more than everyone else.
Zhang Yangquan has regarded Longtan Village as his place of refuge, so it is very important to build a good relationship with the villagers.
Otherwise, even if the leader of the village takes a fancy to you again, life in the village will not be comfortable.
Thinking of this, he turned his attention to the mother and daughter behind him.
The little girl had a dirty little face and was as thin as a bean sprout. She was hugging her mother's thigh and looking eagerly at the cakes in his hand.
Zhang Yangquan squatted in front of the little girl and said gently: "Little girl, are you hungry?"
"Hungry..." the little girl said in a voice like a mosquito.
Zhang Yangquan stuffed the cooking cakes into her little hands, touched her little head, and said with a smile: "Eat it." After saying that, he returned towards his room with the gruel.
"Sir, you gave me the baby, what can you eat?" the little girl's mother shouted.
Zhang Yangquan waved his hand without looking back: "It doesn't matter, I'm not hungry!"
The villagers suddenly looked at him differently. The little girl bit into the cooking cake and asked vaguely: "Mom, who is that uncle?"
"He is the new gentleman invited by the leader of Dazhai. He can improve fire guns and has great abilities!"
To be precise, the porridge should be rice porridge. It is a big bowl of soup, but there are not many grains of rice in it, but there are a few vegetable leaves floating in it.
Zhang Yangquan finished the drink in the blink of an eye, and then began to inspect the house.
There is a bed and a cabinet in the inner room. There are still a few clothes in Xie Qianwu's wardrobe, but they have been stored for a long time and have a musty smell. They need to be washed in the sun before they can be worn.
There is a table and two chairs in the outer room, a wooden shelf in the corner, and piles of pots and pans...all the necessary daily necessities are there, but you can't see where the kitchen is.
I don’t know how Xie Qianwu cooks on weekdays.
Zhang Yangquan walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. Looking at the bare wooden bed, he felt a little headache.
Although it is summer now, it is very cold at night on the top of the mountain. I just lie down to sleep for fear of getting sick.
When I was worried, there was a shout from outside the door: "Mr. Zhang, are you in the house?"