Meng Jackal's face was as cold as ice. He was beaten first, and then sent a condolence gift. It was like a slap in the face.

"Please take it back..."

Wu Yun has left.

"hateful.."

Meng Jackal swept the big box and opened it with a wave of his hand. Inside, there was a basket of seeds, five thousand gold coins, various medicines, equipment and materials...

These things can be used to replenish the team, issue military pay, and purchase supplies. Although it is not much, it is enough to solve urgent needs.

The most peculiar thing is still the bottle of refreshing nectar...

Many people's eyes lit up when they looked at this thing.

With a bang, Meng Jackal waved his hand, and the wooden box closed.

"Village chief, burn it!"

"I'll wait and kill him!"

"Those who insult me ​​will be repaid a hundred times, a thousand times!"

The crowd was furious, and they were very respectful and loyal to Meng Jackal. Over the past few years, they had fought in the north and south, and established a certain relationship.

Seeing Meng Jackal being humiliated felt even worse than humiliating themselves.

Meng Jackal said slowly: "Stay."

"It's our shame."

"I want Gao Chan, Liang Hu and Wu Yun to take the things back with their own hands, and then give them to us as prisoners and losers."

"There is nothing wrong with the thing. What we have to do is to take it over with confidence and fairness."

Everyone was comforted.

Meng Jackal waved his hand: "Start preparations now!"

In Liangcun, near the trenches, many villagers cooked hot soup, ate barbecue, and drank fine wine and herbal tea.

The food in the battlefield is extremely sweet, and when everyone eats it together, even the bran-flavored vegetables have a unique taste, not to mention that the food and drink are really high-end.

Zhang Song looked at all this with a smile: "I didn't expect that Liangcun now has enough troops and food. It's really enviable."

He looked at Gao Yi and asked curiously: "Son, where did you learn your farming skills?"

"I studied some in my early years, but I didn't have a specific teacher, haha. Then I just thought about it, and I got pretty lucky, so I haven't had any big problems yet."

Gaochan smiled.

His teacher was his father, but his father was just an honest farmer. His future farming achievements were entirely achieved through his own high-yield practice.

Mo Village is developing well, and farming skills cannot be obtained out of thin air. This incident obviously came from Mo Xiaoyun's mouth.

But of course, it’s still high yield.

Zhang Song nodded repeatedly: "What a good boy."

"Hey." Zhang Song sighed.

"If your farming method can be vigorously promoted, I believe it will benefit millions of refugees."

Gao Shan said: "It's a pity that refugees will always be refugees. Even if they become stronger, they are just a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, with no future."

"Child, what you said is wrong."

"The plutocrats who exploit us are strong because they have more cultivation resources and talents, their arms are thicker than ours, and their strength is greater than ours."

"But if we can become stronger and catch up with them in all aspects, what should we be afraid of?" Zhang Song said with a smile.

Gaochan opened his eyes wide: "What you said really makes sense!"

"But what to do?"

"I think it's difficult for refugees to develop."

Gaoyang shows his innocence.

"They didn't develop well in the early stage. Most of them are lazy and don't have high pursuits and enthusiasm. To put it bluntly... they may just be a burden."

Zhang Song smiled and said: "This is a very normal thought for you, but don't look at things too one-sided."

"My child, although these people are not as good as many nobles in big cities, they are of pure character. As long as they have a stable living environment, they can live their lives properly."

"Except for a few black sheep, most refugees are good people."

"As long as we give them the opportunity and have the qualifications to practice, I believe they will explode with great power."

Zhang Song was in a good mood: "When we have sufficient funds, we can establish agricultural colleges, business schools, and engineering colleges. We can also vigorously develop industry and commerce. At that time, the nobles of those big cities may take the initiative to make friends with us.

."

"It turns out that spreading the art of farming has such great benefits!"

Gaochan said with a smile: "Senior, please stop talking. I am willing to record everything I know in a book and circulate it to everyone."

"Good boy, what reward do you want?" Zhang Song was curious.

Gaoye shook his head: "As long as it can benefit the people of one place, I don't want any conditions."

Zhang Song looked at him strangely, and after a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "My child, if you are interested, you can come and work for me in the future."

"Well, if I have a chance, I will go."

Gao Chan smiled and nodded.

Outside the barracks, well-equipped villagers were walking around.

Inside, in front of a big table, Gao Sheng is writing with a pen.

He was attentive and very serious.

After I finished writing the last word, I dried the ink.

Suddenly, everything went dark.

"Guess who I am?"

Suddenly a hoarse voice came from my ears.

"Are you a little witch?"

Gaochan smiled.

"I'm not!"

Mo Xiaoyun immediately argued.

Gaochan smiled and patted her little head.

"Give this information to Zhang Song."

Mo Xiaoyun put it away and nodded obediently.

Gao Chan wrote a letter to Mo Jiangshan before, asking him to rush to help and wait for arrangements.

The two villages are not too far away, and we arrived there in less than half a day on a starry night ride.

Members of Mocun and Gaochan have long established a close relationship, and with the addition of Jiang Qinglan, the two parties have become even closer.

With Gao Yi's words, Mo Jiangshan immediately brought people to help in the battle, and the surprise attack was indeed successful.

Mo Xiaoyun put the information away and suddenly said mysteriously: "Brother, Mo Village is going to establish the first agricultural college in the Xuecheng area."

"Oh?" Gao Shan was drinking wine and suddenly looked curious.

Mo Xiaoyun said with a smile: "Isn't it surprising? Hey, those old men are too conservative. They use words and deeds to spread the art of farming. How can this be done?"

"So, hey, I just had a sudden idea to establish an agricultural college."

"We can teach farming skills in a planned way in the future, and I believe we will quickly establish a group of farming backbones."

Gaochan opened his eyes wide: "Did you say you came up with this idea?"

Mo Xiaoyun puffed up his chest and said proudly: "Of course!"

High-yield squinting.

He nodded calmly: "Well... what a little guy. He's not big but has a big heart."

"Are there sufficient funds?"

Mo Xiaoyun nodded: "It's enough! Now just selling spiritual food is enough to deal with these things."

"This is a great thing, of course I support it," Gao Chan said with a smile.

He drank the nectar in the cup and said: "Work hard, I will provide you with the latest farming techniques on a regular basis."

"Of course, if you come up with something brand new after discussing it, you can also give me feedback so that we can communicate with each other."

Mo Xiaoyun immediately nodded excitedly: "Thank you, brother!"

After Mo Xiaoyun walked out of the barracks, he made a circle and entered a nearby forest.

He was shadowy and seemed to be talking to someone.
Chapter completed!