Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The village in front is not far from the living Golden Valley estate, and the peripheral fence piles are also not high. Approximately one person is high, approaching the average height of the Wangcheng people. It is in a range that can be seen if you don't want to see it, if you want to see a stone with a straight foot or a small pedal, you can see it from the gap between the wooden piles, because the gap between the wooden piles here is not small. All in all, the stakes on the outskirts of this estate are like spreads, but they serve them again.

Even if the estate is adjacent to the Golden Valley estate, nobody noticed at all during the weekday. One is that the estate is too small. The people here are rich in land and the fields are huge. At that point, they are not big figures at first glance, and people who come and go are not willing to pay attention to it. And secondly, and most importantly, the crops in this house are so bad that almost everyone who looks inside shakes their head and doesn't pay any more attention.

Over time, no one remembers who this estate really belongs to, and walking past it won't give it an extra look. At this point, you can see the end at a glance. The crops in the field also look stunted. Selling definitely cannot sell high prices. It is okay to keep the owner of the estate to himself, at least not to starve, it is difficult to sell.

I don't even remember who this side belongs to, I only know it belongs to Yi Jia, but the house is too small, as if he had changed owners several times in his memory. He remembered that there were two wells in the estate, one already dry and the other barely maintaining the estate, the weather had dried over the years, the crops in the estate had not grown well, the owners had changed hands, and there were reasons for the wells. I just don't know which bad luck is taking over now.

“Ejia people, shh.” and shook his head.

Not to mention, Shao Xuan can also learn from his previous residency.

In the residential view, the people of the Yi family are not fit to do this at all. Sitting on a street in Bhutan is okay, the ground is no good. They don't have that talent. Besides, IKEA is a prolific psychopath. Some of them were weak, cold days, and in the middle of the night, he could look at the dark, painty night sky all night, and then he was half dead and lay in bed for a few days. How could the board hold the cold wind? Die! Six noblemen are the ones who died!

Others sat, consciously emptied their eyes with no focal length, then suddenly laughed, or suddenly grieved, that frightening person, remembered the Weekday style of the Easy Families they knew, could only shake their heads helplessly, unable to understand.

However, Ejia can be one of the six nobles, and they also have their abilities. Easy family members are not developed muscles, not muscles, but brains. Some can observe the heavens and the earth, others can behave with impunity, and others have other talents. Yee family really want to figure it out, dig the pit without shovel, kill without knife. This is also why many people are in awe of Yi Jia.

However, living in the house is not afraid of Easy Family. Besides so many people with real talent, other people who do not know how to bluff, if in front of him pretend to make a gesture? Let the stick serve straight out.

“What, curious about Yi's family?” Jiuju asked. Many remote tribes come to the Royal City and are always curious about Yi's family.

“A little, I think they're kind of mysterious.” Shao Xuando.

“Mysterious what, pretend.” I don't think so.

However, Shao Xuan was not curious to hear that the estate was an Easy family, but rather that he saw a scene in the estate, which was just strange.

It is now the peak harvest period for most of the estates, as is the one not far away. Although it is pitifully small compared to some of the surrounding estates, the overall harvest is alright.

Slaves in the field came to an empty space in the field carrying a full bag, with a short wooden table and a man in a dark cloth sitting at the table, albeit invisible, in an elegant sense, unlike those busy slaves, who were quite young and not like stewards, sitting at the table with a pen on the cloth.

Slaves report to that side in bags before leaving for the warehouse.

It should be in the statistics.

This is nothing. Shao Xuan was curious about the movement of the other hand. He saw the person's other hand, his four fingers bent slightly, and his thumb tip moved back and forth inside the fingers of the remaining four fingers.

“Go on, check it out. It can be planted like this! ”

He also saw the crop grown by the estate. By his standards, he couldn't bear to see it, but went to coach to say a few words, and he didn't have the strength.

The person sitting in his estate counting the harvest was sighing, taking a note, hearing the newspaper, cutting off his pen quickly, and walking over to greet him.

“What are you doing here?" ”Ise gave a slight respectful gift before looking at the house in surprise.

“Why, can't I come? ”

“No, no, no, welcome!” Iss told someone to hurry up and bring the chair to the house.

“No, I'll be gone in a minute.” Swinging my hand around and looking at the crops in the ground, I'm angry again, "where are you?! I can't even see! ”

Isaac: To what extent can you see past it? But listen up humbly.

Let's just keep one mouth open, which land is too dense, which land is too open, which water shortage is terrible, and that soil, is that soil? Hard as a rock!

Iss listened silently with his head down.

When the number of dwellings had fallen, Iss laughed helplessly: "There are indeed many shortcomings.” But this place is not his type, his father watched, he just came to help with the statistics at this time.

The land is not good, not only because of the wells, but also because of the soil quality. I don't know what they have planted before, so that the soil quality can change. They can't succeed in trying to repair it. Even if they have two years of poor planting, even if the family points to it, they are not this material, and the harvest in the land can barely sustain their lives.

Poor!

The person who lived in front of him was angry when he didn't grow up, but after all, he was not their family member, and he didn't want to talk more. It's a good thing he's not one of them, and if he is, he'll probably be pissed off.

After humming, he stopped talking, indicating that Yiddish continued to be busy, and he went to the well not far away to see what was going on in the well.

Shao Xuan took a look at the past and the situation was not very good.

“The water level dropped again.” Hurt your head. Looking at it like this, I don't know if it will be drought year after year. Even drought-tolerant crops must have water.

“It's always going to be okay.” Shao Xuan consoled.

“No, you don't understand.” There's sadness in the face, "I always thought," what's going to happen? "Changes in the heavens and the earth are always heralded. And..."

The rest of the story did not say that he knew an Ejia, who was also a psychopath who could freeze to see the night sky outside in the winter. He remembered an old friend who said in his hospital bed that the world would be perfect for a long time.

Unfortunately, when he asked the person afterwards, he kept his mouth shut and didn't say much. It just meant laughing deeply and laughing very hard.

To this end, the family immediately became more vigilant and forcibly repressed when they saw any signs of rebellion. How could they easily build the situation today and allow others to destroy it? Especially prepared for the other five nobles, as well as some emerging tribes, are also the focus of observation.

At this time, a delicate voice came from the entrance to Tianzhuang.

“Little Si ~ ~”

Shao Xuan looked at the past, only a young woman, wearing carefully sewn silk clasp robes, full body but not feeling swollen, twisting a tight waist, combing a seemingly casual haircut with a comfortable style, lifting her eyes and smiling, walking in quickly, each step was not big, but quickly, the dress was brought up, like a blooming flower.

Someone lifted his weak and boneless hand and half covered his lips, twisted his waist towards Iss, his eyes like water, smile just got up, just about to say anything, saw the house not far away, frozen face, obviously did not expect to see the house here, busily converged laughter to stand up straight body, slightly towards the house, then threw a roll of cloth in his hand to Iss, and let the slave next to him move a chair with his back.

The slave in the estate was no stranger to this man, so he was not surprised by his words and actions.

Shao Xuan saw the pattern on each other's clothes and thought of the six nobles' favorite ornaments that “Black Bear” had told him, he guessed that the woman should be the six noblemen of the Mo family.

He was very dissatisfied with the behavior of the Mo family woman, but he didn't say anything. For him, as long as he wasn't a Mo family member, he wouldn't care. He might as well look at a thousand pieces of gold with that idle mind.

The roll cloth that the Mu family woman threw at Ise was actually the record of her harvest in the estate this time. She came to ask Ise to check it again. She was impatient to test it herself. She really wanted to check it together, and gave her a day or two without necessarily being able to complete it. She didn't know if the calculation was correct, so she came to Ise.

And Ishmael did not speak much, and put down the work at hand first, and spread out the roll of cloth that the woman had thrown at him.

There are more than twenty copies of this roll, each about half a metre long, two palms wide, and it is filled with dense, numb little letters.

Iss flipped the cloth with one hand and his four fingers trembled rapidly with the other, while his thumb almost turned into a shadow, moving between the remaining four fingers.

Shao Xuan found that when Yi Shi looked at the roll cloth, almost every one just swept along the word, and it passed. It took less than half a minute to sweep one cloth, more than 20 cloths filled with words, and after reading it, he wrote the final result on an unwritten cloth, and it took only a minute to use it.

After the statistics were well done, Ise, with envy in her eyes, handed the statistics and the roll cloth to the woman, "Congratulations, it's another big harvest. ”

The woman giggled and the corners of her eyes showed fine lines, also because of this harvest, she was in a good mood, but after seeing the last statistic, she instantly changed her face, such as a ribbon suddenly turned into a steel knife with a mori chill in her eyes.

“Those sluts underreported so much! ”

There's not much underreporting on each page, it's not mathematical, and it may be miscalculated, but if you put this page together, and look at the final results, there's more. The woman did not tell Islam the results reported to her, but since Islam calculates the results, it is true, too. That's why women are angry.

In the past, she was lazy and turned a blind eye, but now, the people below are simply not greedy! Don't knock a stick, next time they'll have more nerve.

“Tomorrow I'm sending my reward! ”

Leaving a message, the woman left with the results of the statistics of Ist. She twisted her waist and walked away quickly, killing her breath. It is estimated that the estate over there will have blood later.

Shao Xuan only found out at this time that the Yi family is helping people to settle their accounts, but how long is this person's brain, like a human computer.