"Okay, Deputy District Chief. You don't have to worry about these things. Now that you have summarized a secluded city into the territory of the flower planter, you must know who is responsible for it.

Besides, even if I promise you all, I will give you the mining area and hand over the management of Cold City. But the 80,000 barbarians behind me, will they agree? No, it will cause turmoil again.

They surrendered only because they were afraid of me. Only I can suppress this bunch of stubborn guys. Don't just think about what you didn't get, think about what you got.

At least, with the guardianship of Cold City, XZ no man's land can disband a large number of combat power. Let them return to their respective departments to protect the people. And you can dispatch a group of young strangers and strangers to the quiet world to practice.

In an environment of five times the gravity and full of aura, is it not as simple as eating and drinking water for anyone with a bit of talent to advance by leaps and bounds? Grasping a little bit of interest, I really don't know how you, the deputy head of the district, are worthy of it. "

He Xiaotian's words directly stunned the old man.

Yes!

Compared to Ghost Steel, the strangers and strangers across the country have an extremely safe city for cultivation, a leap in strength, which is stronger than anything.

"Next is our internal meeting in Cold City, please go out first."

He Xiaotian waved his hand, and the barbarian soldier who had been following him immediately stepped forward and made a please gesture.

Seeing this, the deputy mayor, yes, I can't leave.

"You guys, go and bring the patriarchs from the gap in the city."

The voice fell, and several barbarian soldiers left.

"What's your name?"

He was quite interested in the soldiers who followed him and licked the dog heartily.

"My lord, you can just call me Aron. In Cold City, only a strong family will have a surname. We common people have only first names."

"???"

The corner of He Xiaotian's mouth twitched, and civilians couldn't even have a surname. Damn feudal society.

He is really a good person, and he has liberated Youshi Hancheng, and he has countless merits!

"What do you rely on for survival? I didn't find any crops on the way here." He himself was very curious about this. The quiet world is undoubtedly a mysterious place.

You say that they have a dealer who can survive and grow in the ice and snow. He Xiaotian probably believes it.

Feitian escaped all out, so what's impossible.

But Aaron's next answer surprised him extremely.

"No." Aaron replied with a wry smile when he heard the words. "We barbarians are not good at farming. Generally, we rely on ghost steel mined from mining areas to trade food with Spring City thousands of miles away. The rest is hunting. We rely on the furs of various snow creatures and ice fields. The wandering special weird, for food in exchange.

I heard from the older generation that a few decades ago, Cold City tried to raise snow cows and other beasts. He plans to exchange large quantities of meat for food with Spring City. Unfortunately, it failed. Since then, he has continued to live on Ghost Steel. "

After hearing this, He Xiaotian felt heartache.

His heart is about to bleed, Gui Gang.

The control resources that are not dared to be sold on the black market in this world are actually used by you for food.

This is too cheap! !

If I could discover the cold city earlier and establish a good connection with it, would I have become the richest man in the world?

At the same time, he was also convinced by the chief and deputy district heads.

If you can detect and hear the news earlier, will you play an offensive and defensive battle?

Take out the grain and smash it on the head of Barbarian King madly, you see if he is not convinced!

If he is not convinced, the people at the bottom of Cold City will turn against him.

"My lord, a few patriarchs brought it here."

"Let them in."

He Xiaotian sorted out his emotions and ordered.

The voice fell, and several patriarchs with broken bones were carried in like dead dogs.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The barbarian soldiers did not have any sympathy, and directly threw them to the ground one by one, regardless of life or death.

Only one of them received courtesy at that time.

The soldier did not throw it to the ground, but gently put it down.

"Great...sir..."

These people grinned in pain, and the broken bones all over their bodies moved under a fall. The kind of severe pain that ordinary people really can't experience.

"I ask you something, you can live if you know it, and die if you don't know it."

"!!!"

Several people heard the words, and suddenly felt the pain in their body disappeared.

They all had a twelve-point spirit. They didn't forget that in front of the broken city gate, He Xiaotian had that regretful look in his eyes because he didn't kill them.

"How many tons of food does Cold City consume in a year?"

"???"

What is a ton?

With a single word, He Xiaotian asked a few people in a daze.

"My lord, we weigh 30 jins for one jun, ten kyu weighs one baht, twenty-four baht weighs one or two, and 16 taels weigh one jin. I don't know what you mean by tons."

"Huh? When did this measurement start?"

This is different from the ancient flower growers!

"Cold City has been implemented since it was established, and it has never changed."

"How long is the history of the city?"

"One hundred and fifty years, I heard about this method, and it suddenly spread out more than three hundred years ago. Some ancient methods were all abandoned."

He Xiaotian closed his eyes, three or four hundred years ago, a man in a yellow robe, pedigree.

He became more certain that the leader of the arrogant was once a man of the world.

"From now on, one catty equals ten taels, and ten thousand catties equals five tons. You can calculate how many tons of food does Cold City need to consume in a year."

The patriarchs lying on the ground in the chamber immediately began to count.

"Ninety-seven thousand tons!!"

But within three to five seconds, a patriarch shouted loudly.

Without waiting for He Xiaotian to ask, he continued.

"A barbarian consumes about 970 catties of grain every year, and there are more than 200,000 people in the city. About 194 million catties of grain a year, ten thousand catties equals five tons, and ninety-seven thousand tons!"

The other patriarchs looked at the man who gave the answer and explained it in detail, with the same expression in the eyes of a knife.

Both are from a barbarian family, so why are you so handsome?

Give us a way to survive, okay, brother! !

He Xiaotian was also surprised that Nima, who seemed to him to have no brains, still had people who were proficient in arithmetic.

"You are very good."

"My lord, our family is the caravan responsible for communicating with Spring City. So the villain is very sensitive to numbers."

At this time, Aron whispered.

"My lord, the Jin family has a good reputation in Cold City. They have been constantly pushing down the price of food so that the civilians can buy more food to survive. When we surrendered the rebels in the city, we did not move. A little bit of the Jin family."

He Xiaotian narrowed his eyes after listening.

If the Jin family is not touched, it means that other houses are touched.

In this case......

"Patriarch Jin, right?"

"It's the villain."

Chief Jin of the clan replied flatly.

He was really scared, the golden giant on the throne slapped him to death.

"Oh, Lao Jin, who beat you like this? Hurry up and get a doctor to treat Patriarch Jin's injuries." He Xiaotian looked at you with an aggrieved expression and looked at the surrounding barbarian soldiers.

He is so miserable, who did it, don't you know how to force it?

"Uuuuu..." Patriarch Jin cried out, not easy. It depends on the situation, you don't have to die, thank God. Oh, and thanks also to the kindness of the radiant golden giant.

As for who beat him like this, it doesn't matter.

"Uuuuu..." He cried, even with the rest of the patriarch who was lying on the ground, he also started to cry.

"???" Patriarch Jin looked dumbfounded, you guys cried.

Nonsense, you have escaped to death, but they have to face unknown results, can they not cry.

Chief Jin was helped away by the soldiers, not waiting for him to take his seat.

On the throne of He Xiaotian, a huge red fireball suddenly rose in his hand.

The temperature in the chamber suddenly rose rapidly.

Everyone was sweating immediately, and the heat was unbearable.

"boom!"

The red fireball was like a fright, and passed away in a flash.

The patriarchs lying on their backs showed desperate expressions.

Afterwards, under the immense high temperature, the flesh and blood, and even the soul, evaporated.

"A bunch of waste, keeping it is a waste of food. You say yes, Chief Jin." He Xiaotian said to the sweating Chief Jin.

"Yes, yes, these guys, relying on family power, are doing evil in Cold City. They should have died long ago. Now that the adults remove them, they are considered to be the barbarians of Cold City and get rid of a harm."

What else can he do about the golden giant?

Just lick it.

"How many catties of ghost steel are produced in the mining area a year?"

"One hundred thousand."

"so little?"

Chief Jin showed a wry smile, and continued.

"My lord, that's a lot. One catty of ghost steel can be exchanged for one ton of grain. The people who are responsible for mining are all the young and old in the city. One hundred thousand catties can be produced in a year, which is not less."

He Xiaotian closed his eyes and began to think.

The survival of Cold City is undoubtedly based on the mining area.

Others are the fur of various beasts in Aron's mouth, and the peculiar weirdness of the ice field.

But after he enters the cold city, the deal with Chuncheng can be broken.

Flower growers are undoubtedly the top in the world for farming and construction.

Ninety-seven thousand tons, nine cows and one gross.

Last year, a ton of rice was less than 4,200 yuan, which cost more than 400 million yuan to feed a cold city.

400 million can recruit more than 80,000 barbarian brave, cheap to get home!

If all the cities in Youshi were like this, the flower growers would dare to wave the banknotes and shout that I wanted it all.

Then I asked, who else?

And after this turmoil, the population of Cold City has declined.

But that doesn't matter!

"In the future, the trade with Spring City will be terminated. I will take care of the grain. You are responsible for mining ghost steel with all your strength."

"My lord, can you get so much food?"

Patriarch Jin looked surprised, this is not a small number.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter if I can't do it, but behind me is the power of a whole country. It's less than 100,000 tons of food, what's the problem?"

If it weren't for He Xiaotian's strength, the savages around him could not wait to spit on his face.

Less than 100,000 tons? Is there any difficulty?

It's difficult to be in the barbarian!

Food, that is fate.

"My lord, an old man said that the commissioner has arrived? Can you see me?"