On the sixth day of the March, there was a slight drizzle in the sky, which made the weather even colder.

Recently, it has not been one of the rainy seasons on Essay Island, so it is still pretty good here, and there is no road that is so muddy that it is difficult to walk.

Last night, almost no one in our Sanguo Village fell asleep. It goes without saying that Baye and the others needed to take turns to stay at night. Including the nine of us, we tossed and turned, and we had to open our eyes and take a look.

Fortunately, nothing happened. All the slaves were honest, without running away or rioting, as docile as if they were under the rule of the "Ten Thousand Beasts Group".

Otherwise, what if a child’s energy is endless?

We got up just as dawn, and they were drooling in their breakfast. In addition, I told them last night that I would take them around this morning.

They are still a little scared of the platform base of the "Wan Beast Group". If they have the opportunity to go out and let the news, they will naturally be more energetic.

After my earnest persuasion to Mr. Ba last night, Mr. Ba finally returned to normal today. All the slaves had a big cake for breakfast, a piece of dried salted fish, thirty-five security patrol teams and all the female slaves added a bowl of fish soup, and our Sanguo Village added another meat pie...

Well, Ba Ye, Spanish macho uncles, some of the strongest combat power are that they are full and can handle themselves. How can they calm down if they don’t have the strength?

After drinking the last sip of fish soup with my eight friends, I walked down the slope of the platform again.

When I walked up the night before yesterday, I felt completely different from when I walked down now.

The night before yesterday, I was excited, nervous and frightened. Now I am only happy after success. I am also swaying when walking. With the following eight friends, I feel a bit like the arrogant and evil young men in the Sichuan countryside mentioned by the master.

Although it was drizzling, it was very bright. Standing on the hillside, I saw the bamboo forest not far away. The huge bamboo forest, which seemed to be boundless, swaying in the wind, was extremely beautiful.

Between the bamboo forest and our hillside, there is a very spacious and flat land, not much smaller than the bamboo forest. The soil is dark and there is nothing on it. This is because winter just passed and everything has not recovered.

At the end of the leveling land is a small river Liuyin River. The river water slowly flows along the land, and then turns a corner around the land, five miles to the left of the hill occupied by the "Ten Thousand Beasts Group", another high cliff there flows into the sea.

When I came last year, weeds were often covered with weeds on the land, which were not only dense but also very high. People in the "Wan Beast Group" were afraid of being rushed to the hills by the enemy as cover, so they often asked slaves to light a fire and burn all the weeds.

According to the slaves I asked last night, they said that since the "Wan Beast Group" occupied Liuyin Harbor, weeds have been burned at least five or six times a year for more than ten years. I don’t know why the weeds have grown so abundantly. In recent years, they have to burn seven or eight times a year, which has confused them.

As a master's favorite disciple, of course I won't tell them the answers I got from my master.

In fact, after I talked about the black soil here, my master couldn't help but come to see it once. When he left Liuyin Harbour the next morning, he saw the scene of slaves setting fire to the weeds.

Looking at these fiery scenes, the master sighed repeatedly, no wonder the land is so fertile, and has never been cultivated for at least thirty years, and the weed ash burned every year covers it, and the soil continues to be fertile, which makes the land so fertile.

The master also said that even if such a fertile land of five or six miles is placed in the rich Song Dynasty and Sichuan, the country of Tianfu, it is a family heirloom that countless landlords and tycoons are fighting for. How come it is so deserted when it comes to the hands of these bandits and pirates?

It's a waste of resources!

After hearing what Master said, I became more confident in my heart. I must kill these pirates who do evil, which can not only practice the law for heaven, but also allow the people in the Three Kingdoms Village to have a rich life. This business is done!

Now that I have truly obtained this fertile land, I am also excited.

After three or two steps, I ran to the middle of the black soil. I knelt down and squeezed two handfuls of black soil. The slightly moist black soil was loose and soft. When I pinched it, it seemed that it could squeeze out oil, which made me feel smooth.

Excited, I grabbed the soil and squeezed it away, and then repeated it again, so I was so happy.

Seeing this, the eight young followers looked at each other again. Shiro and Goro rushed over, grabbed one of my hands and shouted.

"Brother Bao! Don't scare me! What's wrong?"

"Is it the ghost body? Brother, please help me hold Brother Bao, I will use the silver needle to exorcise the demon!"

The two brothers said one by one, but they annoyed me: "Let go! What do you want to do? I am not crazy yet! I want to usurp the throne or what if I want to do?"

The two brothers grabbed my hand and refused to let go, and looked like they didn't believe it: "Is it really okay?"

"Idiot! How do you understand my great ambitions? I'm glad we can eat white rice every day in the future!"

I stood up, shook away the two boys who were not firmly grabbed, and pointed to the flat and fertile land that was beyond the sight of the edge: "See it, just take advantage of the time of sowing the seeds, and in autumn, the harvested rice can bend your waist!"

"Haha, I'm not afraid of bent over. Even if the white rice swells us to death, I'm not afraid of it!" A medium-sized boy with very long hands suddenly rushed to me: "Brother Bao, my wish is to be swelled to death by white rice. Please help me!"

"roll……"

I laughed and scolded and kicked him: "Fan Mo, you have only a little success! At least you have to swell your rice and fat together to swell your body!"

"Not bad! Brother Bao, you are so literary, even speaking smarter than me!" Fan Mo's eyes lit up and he looked at me admiringly.

Fourteen-year-old Fan Mo, like Yan Xiaohu, is also a descendant of the remnants who escaped from the Tang Dynasty. His characteristic is that he is good at slingshots. Within 30 meters, all the birds cannot even dodge, which can be said to hit wherever they are.

My flying knife is said to be a good example, but it is only within ten meters, but Fan Mo's is thirty meters. According to Ba Ye, this kid has strong hands and very good eyes. He is born with a material for a magic archer. When he grows up, he will be responsible for hunting and will definitely gain a lot.

In fact, my eight friends are all the elites among all forty boys, all of them are martial arts materials. Unfortunately, our nutrition cannot keep up with it and our body development is not good, so many exercises cannot be carried out.

Dad Lauren said that he has hundreds of ways to train us, but our current body bones can go directly to God in three months, so it is better not to practice.

After so many years of painful lessons, I deeply understand a truth. People who have not eaten enough say nothing is useless. Only by eating enough can they have the heart to develop other things. Otherwise, they don’t need to say anything, and work hard all day long to avoid starving to death!

Now we have Liuyin Harbor, Dazhu Forest, fertile fertile land for five or six miles, and an increase of more than 500 people. It takes less than a year. We will definitely be able to live a full life. If we work hard for three or five years, eating meat every day is not a dream!

At that time, we trained our Sanguo Village army well to see who would dare to stop Baye from unifying the Ekima Island and renamed it "Bawang Island"?
Chapter completed!