Flame Plain, Julu Village.

Just when the whole person and the demon clans were in turmoil and war was in full swing, the Flame Plain ushered in its first harvest year. As the chief manager of the Flame Plain, the old demon Gurbo and a group of demon clans who were skilled in farming were held in the First Farming Festival in the Flame Mountain to celebrate the fruitful year!

Although the Flame Plain is a raw land, somehow, the dark land below is so fertile that it is so fertile that it is. Although the little demons' farming is still a bit crude, they cannot withstand the advantages of heaven and earth. They ushered in a huge bumper year in the first year. Not only is hemp, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans full of fruits, but even the newly reclaimed acres of sweet potatoes grew huge and numerous, far exceeding Guerbo's expectations.

"It's time to start a farmer!"

Holding up the wooden elm in his hand, Guerbo roared loudly and began to harvest. As his first elm fell, the demons swarmed by the sky mu rushed into the field and began to harvest grains. Even the children entered the potato field, and digged out big and big fruits from the soil and put them in the basket happily.

On this day, dozens of villages in the Fire Rock Plain began to harvest and pick their own fruits. In addition to the sweet potatoes left for seeds, other grains will be stored in the barns of each village after drying. After a certain amount of cost is calculated, the remaining ones will be sent to the Fire City for storage.

Judging from the current situation, there is still a big gap in the grain in the Flame Plain and cannot be distributed to each company. It can only be managed in a unified manner. In addition, the grain purchased from various places can barely support the needs of a year.

Although I can’t eat enough, it’s enough to survive!

With the hard work of tens of thousands of demon races, in just one year, the entire Flame City has begun to take shape? Has it already had a large and wide city wall? The houses in the main streets in the center of the city, the wide streets... Some demon races have lived in it? But more places are still being built continuously?           The number of demon races required has been reduced a lot.                                                                                                                                                                                                      

Gurbo knew very well how big the food gap was? The Fire Rock Plain was not without enough land? It was not that there was enough population, but this bumper harvest gave him a reassurance - if he continued to follow this momentum, it would take less than three years to reach what Liu Chou said next year? Completely solve the food problem.

Isn’t this a sweet potato? If the sweet potato can be spread out, it can even have surplus food...

All demon races, whether they were the tribes that voluntarily joined the Flame Plain at the beginning or the captives who fought later, were very satisfied with the current distribution? Because even so, the rations they could get far more than they were before? The only drawback was that there was too little meat and the king banned the edible tribes? The lack of flesh and blood caused many demon races to decline rapidly.

Gurbo also knew about this situation? But there was no way? Now there is not a large number of livestock such as pigs, cattle, sheep, dogs, etc.? They dare not supply them in large quantities, and they can only increase the number of fish, which is better than nothing.

After more than ten days of hard work, the fields have become bare, and a new round of plowing has quickly begun. The demon tribe has to plant the second crop of grain at the end of summer, and then harvest in early winter, and spend until next year.

After wiping a handful of sweat on his forehead, Guerbo looked at the old and young tribesmen beside him and felt quite happy. Last year they were still worried about how to deal with the recruitment, but now they have harvested a huge amount of food and initially solved the food and clothing of the tribe. Moreover, with the second harvest, after this winter, countless cubs will definitely be added to the tribe, making the tribe even bigger.

"Two and three sons!" Gurbo roared loudly.

"Here!" Countless voices responded, also filled with joy and joy.

"In half a year, we can harvest so much food, spend the day safely, and raise our old and young people. Let's talk about who is the credit?"

Gulbo asked.

"The Great Sage King! The Great Sage King!" countless voices responded loudly.

"Yes, it's our ugly sage king!" Gurbo's face turned red, and the folds on his face seemed to stretch a lot. He turned his head and looked towards the direction of the Flame City and said, "It was the king who gave us a way out, food, and a way to survive. All of this was given by the king!"

"According to this year's regulations, after the food harvested in our clan is paid, the remaining clans will arrange it, but it is necessary to ensure that everyone in the clan has food and is not empty - I have handed this book to several elders, and they will record it one by one to ensure that no one can be greedy. Daily support can be given to you for inspection, and there will be no mistakes and omissions!"

"good!"

Many demon races shouted.

Many demon races already know that the most powerful people in the entire Fire Rock Plain are no longer the patriarchs of various tribes, but are handed over to the old soldiers and traitors sent to the village. They all came out of the army of the ugly saints, and could write and understand the human language. They will treat each demon race fairly - the former elders and patriarchs. Even if they have excellent demon power, they dare not rebel at all. If they have slight disobedience, they will be furious from the generals.

Gurboma handled Julu Village without stopping and rushed to another place. He showed up in each village. In addition to stabilizing people's hearts, he also confirmed that the order of the Chou Dasheng could be implemented. The Chou Dasheng said that although this way of eating a big pot of rice can be temporarily worked, it cannot last long. He just hopes that the shorter the time, the better, but when it is executed, there is no disobedience or disobedience allowed.

Guerbo was afraid that someone would not be very awake after eating, so he had to walk to every place and did not dare to neglect it.

It took Guerbo four or five days to walk the entire village. Before he could return to Flame City to count the amount of food sent, he found that good news came from the concubines and slaves of the human race in the mountains.

Deep in the Fire Rock Plain, in a hill, several huge blast furnaces soared into the sky, with black smoke everywhere. Several human craftsmen were in dark faces and were so excited that they were waiting in front of the blast furnace. Even Guerbo did not even notice that he arrived.

It was not until Gurbo caught the craftsmen and asked them that they realized.

"How is it, are you sure?" Guerbo's expression was quite nervous. Before leaving, the king left, he was one of the highlights of the development of the entire Fire Rock Plain, and he couldn't help but sweat.

"Sir, there is no problem!" This human master craftsman who was bought by Mo Yun, uh no, was full of confidence by the Bull Demon King, and said: "From the experience of my old man for decades, the ore produced in our mountains is completely satisfied with the high-quality ore mentioned by the king, and it will definitely be able to refine the best grade... This iron is used to build a weapon and armor stomach, and there is no problem!"

"That's good, that's good!" Guerbo excitedly patted Jiangnu's shoulder, and two wet slap marks were left on his clothes. He stared at the flames of the blast furnace in front of him and shouted: "If it can be really done, there is no need to wait for the king to come back. I will make the decision. You all become Chinese people and no longer concubine slaves!"

All the craftsmen were overjoyed and all fell to the ground, kowtowed constantly, and praised Liu Chou in their mouths.

"Time is up!" With the shout of the master craftsman, many craftsmen got up from the ground, rushed towards the blast furnace, pulled the motor and slowly opened the gate in front of the blast furnace...

The red iron immediately flowed out through the notch, gradually filling the groove, and then poured into the mold behind. Under the command of Jiang Nu, the burly demon tribes kept changing the mold, moved the filled mold away, filled it with new ones, and quickly froze in the rolling heat wave. In the back, the solidified iron block was poured onto the ground by an ingot, emitting waves of heat.

With the success of the first furnace, the three blast furnaces at the end were successful and molten iron was flowing out. The success of each furnace of molten iron represented thousands of spears, swords, and the armor and stomachs of soldiers. With such weapons, the combat power of the Flame Army was added.

By night, the first furnace of iron had already begun to be forged. Gurbo kept guarding the furnace, watching the iron ingots being constantly beaten and formed, and then became more tough and stronger, until they finally turned into a long weapon - this was a drawing written by the king. According to the figure of the demon clan, Liu Chou painted some weapons that had never appeared in the Zhou Dynasty for craftsmen to make. The names of these weapons were called Mo Dao.

Gurbo took the long sword that had already opened and raised it. The little demon beside him hurriedly raised a copper sword. As the Mo sword fell, the sound of the crack was easily broken into two pieces by the Mo sword. Looking at the flat cutout and the unscathed Mo sword blade, Gurbo nodded with satisfaction and said, "From today, Er Sanzi, you are already a Chinese citizen!"

A crazy cheer and scream echoed throughout the mining area in an instant.

The two little demons rushed over and came to Gurbo and handed over a piece of sheepskin. After reading the sheepskin roll, Guerbo's expression did not change. When the craftsmen's joy gradually calmed down, they continued to step up their weapons and ordered people to send two fat sheep that they couldn't bear to eat as rewards, and then left.

When they arrived at the place where the craftsmen could not see him, Gurbo's face changed and he asked anxiously: "Does the king know about this?"

"The king has not yet known it, but because he can't find the king, the fine ghost master doesn't know what to do, so he asked me to send a letter to ask the old man to go back and discuss it, and see how to do it, whether to send troops but rob General Jiutou, or how to act, there is a charter."

The little demon reported.

"What happened at that time? Do you know?" Gurbo asked this first.

"At that time, although the young man was not there, he still asked clearly what the situation was. This is the case..."

The little demon told the whole story, and it was very detailed and meticulous. It was also one of the basic requirements for these national spies. It did not omission or add to its own emotions. It just told the story in a straightforward way.

"Before discussing the matter, there are two things that must be done first," after hearing this, Guerbo closed his eyes, thought for a moment before opening it again, and immediately ordered: "First, send me the message and continue to send someone to find the king. If you can find it, please tell the king about this matter. Second, send someone to sneak in to see General Nine Heavenly Kings to see if he is in danger, and what he means..."
Chapter completed!