"I don't know what the use of this platform is."
On the platform construction site, a Xianbei soldier and his colleagues worked together to set up a log. The person next to him used a hammer to fix a palm-long nail on the log.
Although they now have the opportunity to come into contact with iron tools, they are still very afraid of facing Zhang Qi's guards. The battle that night almost wiped out their spirits. Those who gritted their teeth wanted to take them away before they died. The walking look in their eyes still often appears in their dreams.
You don't dare to resist. Even if these tools are of good quality and can be used to kill people, there is no need for the guards to take action. As long as you have the slightest sign of resistance, the lowered pawns in your group will take action first. Kill him.
Under the continuous sitting system, everyone who still wants to live does not want to be implicated.
"Why do you care so much? I heard it is used to worship the gods."
"We have food and drink. It's much better than before. Just work hard."
The Xianbei soldier who was banging the hammer muttered.
"Aguda, you also want to surrender?! Are you worthy of leader Tuomu by doing this? You are the centurion of leader Tuomu!"
The Xianbei soldiers carrying the logs were a little angry.
Aguda, who was hammering the hammer, glanced at him and said with some disdain: "Leader Tuomu? Can he let me have enough to eat now? I'm not afraid to tell you that when I earn enough work points, I will apply to join the tribe, even if I become a Ordinary herdsmen are more comfortable than before."
"Don't look at me like this, don't think I don't know. Your sister is Takumu's woman. You have benefited a lot from her. Of course you don't want to give up just like that, but I am different, my woman, my child. They are all sick and dying, I want to live! A better life!"
After Aguda finished speaking, he didn't look at the Xianbei soldier again. He took a hammer and pounded the nails everywhere to make the logs strong.
The Xianbei soldiers looked at Aguda with eyes full of resentment. He knew that Aguda was right. His sister was the woman of Tuomu, the leader of the Xianbei King's guard. Through this relationship, he obtained hundreds of cattle and sheep, as well as several A fertile woman.
Not long after the sweet dream, everything he once had was gone. He didn't want to give up just like that. He always had some delusions in his heart, what if, what if someone held high the banner of King Xianbei again.
It's a pity that he didn't know that King Xianbei's direct descendants, children, and Yan clans had all been secretly dealt with. Even his nominal brother-in-law Tuomu was buried underground. His dream would never be realized.
With a crackling sound, a long whip struck the body of the Xianbei soldier.
"What are you doing standing there stupidly! I want to die!"
The soldiers overseeing the work scolded him mercilessly, and the beaten Xianbei soldier's eyes were full of resentment. However, under the nervous and eager gazes of his colleagues, he silently bent down and repeated the previous work.
The sound of whipping the surrendered soldiers caught Zhang Qi's attention, and he followed the sound and asked, "Do these supervisors often whip the surrendered soldiers?"
Yao followed him and shook his head: "I can't whip three times in one day. These soldiers are very honest. You also ordered me not to whip them without reason. The soldiers are very obedient."
Zhang Qi nodded. Since Yao said so, he didn't bother to ask. Some people are born stupid. He is not a good person and will not chill the hearts of his soldiers just to surrender.
"Well, that's fine. As long as they are not whipped for no reason, it will be enough. When those who are willing to be demoted have accumulated enough 'work points', don't be too harsh on those who apply for submission. Just pass it normally."
For these demoted soldiers, Zhang Qi established a work point system. How much work they did and how many things they did were recorded. As long as they accumulated enough work points, their status could be changed from the current tool people to normal ordinary people.
This can be considered an incentive policy. After they have worked hard to accumulate enough work points and change their status, they will naturally become fans of what they have earned through hard work, and invisibly become obedient people under Zhang Qi's command.
"Understood." Yao chuckled twice.
After Zhang Qi inspected the construction site, he turned around and left when he saw that the platform could be built quickly.
For several days, the cement workshop, platform construction, and land reclamation were all proceeding smoothly.
In the past few days, Zhang Qi would take out several or more than a dozen steel plows and hand them to Lu Mu every day. With the help of the tools, the number of acres of land cleared could now reach dozens of acres a day.
When the number of new plows built in the riding and cutting world can reach hundreds or thousands, then Lu Mu will also be able to expand manpower and open up more fields.
The day of Advent is getting closer day by day. The herdsmen who had followed Zhang Qi early have become more and more emotional recently. They have seen Zhang Qi's miracles, so Advent is a very sacred day in their hearts. This day , the eyes of the gods will be watching them from heaven and grant them divine grace.
This scene surprised the people of the Xianbei tribe. They also believe in gods, but even when the festival comes every year, they are not as enthusiastic as these herdsmen.
Although the devout herdsmen living around them these days told them about the magic of the 'master', in the minds of these Xianbei tribesmen, Zhang Qi's figure was only a little taller than before.
Zhang Qi was not the first person to act in the name of the gods. The former King of Donghu and the current Xiongnu Chanyu all did this.
I pray for God’s blessing every year, but I have never seen a miracle from God. On the contrary, there have been more and more storms and snowstorms in recent years. If it weren’t for the atmosphere on the grassland, it would be dominated by God. Yes, they have long believed in other 'spirits'.
Faced with the doubts of the Xianbei people, the devout herdsmen often smiled arrogantly, and often used words that they would understand by the time.
This made the people of the Xianbei tribe curious. People are curious, so they are looking forward to this upcoming advent day.
Mid-February.
Awakening of Insects.
It is appropriate to offer sacrifices and break the ground.
Early that morning, all the devout believers of the gods put on their cleanest clothes and arrived at the platform outside the royal court early.
The troops who arrived earlier than them were maintaining order and organizing people to stand.
Xianbei people rely on the inside, while pious people rely on the outside.
It took two or three hours just to arrange everyone, and the sun reached the sky from the beginning of its rise.
The passage of time is nothing to the devout people. They all kneel down firmly on the ground and recite prayers solemnly.
"It's time! Good luck!"
With two clanging sounds, a pious man squatting in front of the sun's crown and solemnly watching the time scale rang the iron bell next to the sun's crown. He was the time teller arranged by Zhang Qi a few days ago. He can receive twenty kilograms of grain per month, half a kilogram. of oil.
(End of chapter)
