The autumn wind became colder and fiercer, and even a layer of frost could be applied to the ground in the morning. Time was getting more and more urgent, but for the prince, the situation was getting better and better.

In the paddy fields of Snake City, the harvest is now carried with sickles. Not only the strong gold diggers in the town are wearing animal fur coats, wearing rough but exquisitely patterned and colorful Indian cloaks. The Su people also learned from the sickles to harvest rice, and then used them to transport them to the central threshing farm of the town.

There, the women of the Tarak tribe also learned to behave in a good manner and threshed the rice. On the other end, in front of the stone mortar that pounded rice, the stalks took off their coats, and the veins on their necks burst out. They were sweating profusely and smashed the rice with a big wooden pestle. They were next to him. Su Yu's old friend, who scolded him that day, was blushing with his face and thick neck, and he was also panting and pounding the big wooden pestle down desperately.

Although he still doesn’t understand, what kind of person is called joining the war?

Just as the scene of labor was in full swing, a sweet voice suddenly sounded in the threshing ground, wearing a big apron, Han Xiaomo, who was much more competent as a cook than a reporter, wore a white towel on his head, rolled up his sleeves, and led the big girl in the town to carry a huge rice bucket.

"Men! It's time to eat!"

It is estimated that the word "eating" is the first Chinese vocabulary that these Indians learned. Almost immediately, Tengtou and Amalu put down the big wooden pestle in their hands, rolled and crawled out, and shoveled it in a bowl of shells, without even getting hot. The soup in the big jar squatted on the side and swallowed it. The Indians who couldn't grab it were even anxious to scream in Chinese.

"Give me a bowl! Give me a bowl of rice!"

With nearly a thousand middle-aged laborers joining, the children were liberated again and were encircled in the classroom of the Prince's Mansion. Fortunately, there is no teacher who is shaking his head and memorizing the text with a rigid face. Mao Xingjian gave the children ingeniously two tasks, teaching the children of the Tarak tribe in Chinese, and also learning their Sioux language.

Standing in the yard, watching the immigrant children in the classroom scratching their heads and drawing on the sand table. They couldn't teach and were anxious and sweaty. Mao Xingjian, who was distracted by "Mencius" but was laughing, but a huge feeling of satisfaction arose in his heart.

This is an isolated city!

On the East Coast, there were actually many Indians who naturalized Christianity and lived with the British, so it was not impossible to change the Indians.

In this regard, the Ming people even have more advantages. After all, in terms of appearance, Indians and white people are two people of skin color. However, the Indians who have experienced vicissitudes and the gold diggers who have also experienced vicissitudes and beards are really not very different, so there is naturally a layer of gap.

Especially the European center said that white people were arrogant. In the history of development in the United States, white supremacy occupied the mainstream consciousness of society. Indians were only a little higher than black people who were slaves, and were also bullied and discriminated. In addition, later generations, the American empire, who claimed to be liberal and democratic, drove the Indians into the wild and poor reservation, and isolated the Indians from the mainstream society. Even before Mao Jue traveled through time, the Indian reservation was still the poorest and most forgotten part of the developed country in the United States.

But now, the old Ming people and the old Sutra were sitting aside, chatting with chickens and ducks, smoking old men cigarettes together, and the other women were working in the house cross-legged. Spiritually, Confucianism is much more inclusive than Christianity. Scholars who were talking nonsense and incense, should go to the temple to burn incense, and go to the temple to dance, and dance to the gods. Basically, the Ming people can treat these indigenous people equally.

At least for the time being.

Just as we worked and ate, the Eastern civilization of the Old Continent and the New Continent completed the first slow fusion.

With the addition of the strong men of the Tarak tribe, Snake City completed the harvesting work before the fall of snow. The 800 acres of rice fields remained, and the ridges were gradually covered by falling of snow.

However, the "construction period" ended, and the Tarak tribe did not leave. Instead, Mao Xingjian ordered an evil policy to be implemented. The Ming immigrants living on the left side of the threshing farm temporarily stayed at the homes of relatives and friends, and vacated a hundred houses for these Su people.

Although families who free up houses can receive tax-free rewards, the living environment of Snake City is actually super spacious now, with 3,000 people and 800 houses, each house has only one population or two people, and lives in two or three hundred square meters of two-story wooden buildings. It can be said that they cannot live in it. However, the house they have worked hard to build for outsiders and have to move out. In Snake City, it has still attracted considerable opinions from residents.

There was a lot of discussion on the streets and alleys.

For Indians, this is a great benefit. The cold winter is approaching, and the sword wind in northern North America is not necessarily weaker than that in Liaodong. It is obvious that it can live in a house where Ming people burn a stove and eat cold wind than living in a valley.

Not only did they live in, but the Su people of the Tarak tribe also erected a totem pole on the edge of the threshing ground, like a valley camp, with cow skulls hanging on it. The two old witches in the tribe led a total of more than 30 clans, forming six clans. In addition, the tribal chief Dalatda had more than 40 people, happily dancing a sun dance around the totem pole to sacrifice.

As the "Chief" of "Youniu Fate", Mao Xingjian was also invited to watch the ceremony. Standing next to the stone mill in the threshing field, he looked at the sun dance with a bit of a charm in the northeast, and pinched the two twigs of hair growing on his chin. The prince was enjoying it.

But Nangong Bingwen and Chen Zao and other officials from the East Palace followed him, wanting to speak but stopping. From time to time, they lowered their heads and didn't know what to think about. They had a lot of concerns, but Han Xiaomo didn't have so many concerns. He turned his head and happened to look at Geng Geng's neck, Jin Laoliu and others looking here in disgust. He turned around and spit on the ground. He couldn't help it. She was pulling Mao Xingjian's sleeve heavily.

"Big nephew, why did you rob the house of our town? It made everyone dissatisfied..."

"Rob?"

Mao Xingjian's mouth was filled with coldness and disdain. He sneered and hummed: "These houses are all the land that Gu gave them to them to rest. The food that Gu gave them prevented them from starving to death. They were built under the gift of Gu. If Gu could give them, why can't they be taken back?"

Before Han Xiaomo could refute in disbelief, the prince shook his head heavily again.

"Besides, they will be satisfied in a short while, and they are even grateful to me for taking over their house. Humph, people's hearts are profitable, but people's hearts are not the same!"

For some reason, Mao Xingjian complained again with resentment, and Han Xiaomo was confused when he heard it. But since Mao Xingjian had already made plans, Han Xiaomo had to swallow his words back into his stomach.

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No wonder Mao Xingjian confidently squandered his prestige. Sure enough, a month later, the atmosphere in the entire Snake City changed drastically, becoming excited and enthusiastic.

"Wow, is it true?"

The heavy silver and yellow gold were placed in front of him, making people's eyes blurred and full of disbelief. Genggengne picked up a large ingot and took a bite. Looking at the big tooth marks on it, Genggengneg, who woke up from the surprise, quickly put the heavy silver into his arms.

Not only him, but the people of the entire Snake City were in a row, queuing, collecting gold and silver at the door of the Prince's Mansion, just like Mao Xingjian was peeing. Someone was helplessly slapped his forehead and shouting there with greed.

"Why is it not our house that was expropriated?"

The levy of the house reduced the tax revenue by 30%, which is reflected here. One acre of land, two to three stones of grain, and one acre of twenty acres is more than fifty stones of rice. Some families only have a single bachelor who has entered the New World alone. He has enough five stones of rice to die in a year. He gave Mao Xingjian a tax of fifteen stones. The rest cannot be eaten and it is moldy and naturally he has to find a way to sell it.

However, by immigrating, he definitely did not have the strength to drag thirty or forty stones of rice to the Yukon Governor's Office thousands of kilometers away to sell it. He had to rely on Mao Xingjian, who had just been full of resentment. In the entire Rocky Governor's Office, only four large sailing ships under Mao Xingjian had such long-distance transportation capabilities. In the expectation of the residents of Snake City, Mao Xingjian organized a large-scale cattle team to transport the remaining grain to the Sea of ​​Gems, and then pulled the Black Pearl north to sell it.

One stone of rice was sold to the "dense" Yanhaizigang. The market price is now eleven taels. Grain is a shortage of goods in the New World, so there is no need to worry about selling it. In just a few days, the Black Pearl returned with more than 600,000 taels of silver.

Each family earns at least 300 taels of silver. Even though the townsmen lost their homes but were exempted from taxes, they could collect more than 100 taels of silver. The poor and poor people who were originally poor suddenly became nouveau riche, and the income was even more profitable than digging gold mines.

However, this money was taken out by Mao Xingjian from Mao Jue's pocket! The only one who developed this northern route and benefited directly from it was the only Liaodong Ocean Caravan under the Royals. Mao Xingjian took the lead in selling the grain. The next time the ship came, the grain would probably not be so easy to sell.

Fortunately, Mao Jue probably won’t care about this loss. Even if he cares, Mao Xingjian, a scam-making prodigal son, will only be happier.

Seeing the family happily taking the silver home, relying on the large wooden pillar on the second floor of the Prince's Mansion, Mao Xingjian, holding a telescope, couldn't help but smile with achievements again.

This year, I have benefited from this, and next year, I guess they will work harder to farm! And when the news of profits is spread, more immigrants will come here. In addition, the Indians who defect to him, I believe that in the future, Mao Xingjian's jurisdiction of the Rocky Governor's Palace will flourish quickly.

Here! It was created by him, Mao Xingjian! It was created according to his dreams and the concept of governing the country! Even his father Mao Jue could not deny it!

But just when Mao Xing was thinking in a daze, waves of rapid horse hooves suddenly sounded in the center of the street. The cavalry lieutenant of the New World Expedition Team, who had a headache, appeared in the eyes of the prince with a darker face.

"Red Ling Alert! Red Ling Alert! Indian Native Americans migrate north on a large scale, pay attention to defense..., yeah???"

Before he could finish his words, the huge Su Ren bull skull totem in the threshing farm appeared in Song Yongzhong's eyes. He jumped off the horse cleverly and pulled out his two guns!
Chapter completed!