Of course, there were setbacks, conflicts, and deaths and injuries during the entire migration process. But the final result was that, whether it was the villagers who left halfway or the three hundred elderly and weak people who arrived at their destination, at least most people survived. In this era, it is definitely a miracle for civilians to accomplish such a feat. The original owner, Leo, was naturally one of Uncle Uliyan's staunch supporters. This wild and unruly little savage only obeyed Uncle Uliyan's orders. Seeing Leo walk into the tent, Uliyan smiled slightly on his bearded face, but then he glared at him and shouted, "Have you recovered from your injury? You've been wandering around all day. I've tolerated you for so long!" Leo instinctively shrank his head, covered his chest with his hands sleekly, pretending to be in pain, but asked, "What are you discussing? We're already here, why are there so many things to deal with?" "You know nothing. Three hundred people eat, drink, defecate and urinate. What's not a big deal?" Uliyang didn't want to explain anything to a brainless war maniac, and waved his hands as if to drive away a mosquito. "Hurry up and get well. Once you're well, take people out to investigate. Get a clear picture of the surrounding environment. Drive away those who need to be driven away and beat up those who need to be beaten up. This is our home from now on. We can't let people attack us all day long." As he spoke, he looked at the people beside Leo and said, "Valeri, take your men to dismantle all the useless trucks, and put up the fence first. Put up a few rows in three directions to provide a general cover. After we settle down, we can build a house."
The strong man named Valeri was obviously very experienced in this. He nodded in response and went out to do his work. "Rashka, take a few people with you to burn the grassland in the north, and then lead people to reclaim the wasteland tomorrow." "OK." "Rusev, go with the militia and look around the area to see if there's anything that can be sold. We don't have much savings left." The fifty-year-old man named Rusev nodded without saying anything. Rusev is the owner of the village grocery store. He is almost the only person in the village who travels back and forth between the village and the market town all year round. The exchange of materials between the villagers and the outside world is completed through him. Compared with the villagers who dig in the soil for food, he is undoubtedly more knowledgeable and knows better what is valuable. Both of his sons died in the attack by the orc squad, leaving only a little grandson. Like Valeri and Raschka, they were among those capable people in the convoy who did not leave halfway. Looking at the rough map on the table, Wu Liyang scratched his chin and encouraged everyone with confidence: "I have been to this place before. We have everything we need. If we work together and get through the first half of the year, the second half will be better." "When I have more money, I will invite a survey team to come and take a look. If they find any mineral deposits, I will make a fortune, hehehe!" His words did not have much effect, because the people in the tent were the core of the entire pioneering team and knew much more than the villagers outside who were living like puppets. When the pioneering team arrived here, they were already at the end of their rope and had run out of ammunition and food. Compared to this, the hardships of migration are just an appetizer. If it were the Leo of the past, he would have been infected by Ulyanov's optimism and attracted by the bright future he described, becoming passionate and full of fighting spirit. Temporarily forget the current dilemma of having no food to eat. But he was no longer the same person as before, so he did not get blindly happy. Instead, he stared at the map thoughtfully. Uncle Uliyan deliberately chose to migrate at the end of winter and the beginning of spring, not only to avoid the large-scale looting by the beastman scout teams after the spring, but also to reclaim enough wasteland in the river bend before the spring thaw, so as to catch up with the rye planting season in April. With the fertile land in the river bend and a climate that is much warmer than that on the banks of the Arctic Glaciers, as long as the pioneering team has enough labor, they can almost achieve food self-sufficiency in the first year.
The problem is that there are less than 300 people left in the convoy, most of whom are the elderly, the weak, women and children, and most of the families have insufficient survival capabilities and no savings. They choose to stay in the hope of getting Ulyaan's protection. Most of the families with savings and sufficient labor force could not bear the torture of the winter migration to the north and chose to stay in the wealthy villages and towns along the way. So even in the most ideal situation, with 300 old and weak people joining together and achieving food self-sufficiency in the first year, they still have to face the problem of food sources for most of the year before the rye is harvested. It is impossible to rely solely on fishing and hunting. Although the small village where Leo lives is a naturally formed village, it is a rare agricultural village on the banks of the Arctic Ice River. One hundred years ago, the village was granted by Lord Freilov to a knight family as a fiefdom. In theory, except for their own houses and shares of land, everything else on the land belonged to the knight. The villagers all rely on farming for their livelihood. Not to mention that the local lords have banned hunting and logging, even if they were allowed to hunt and fish, most of the villagers are so poor that they don't even have the tools to do so. The best hunter in the village, apart from Uliyan, is Leo, the self-taught little savage. Moreover, the villagers' homemade bows and bone arrows can only hunt small animals such as hares and foxes, and cannot even kill adult elks. Otherwise, when the ogres attacked, they could have been repelled with a simple rain of arrows. Not to mention that there are numerous alien tribes, wild beast nests and even magical beasts in the wilderness of this world. Letting a group of villagers with weak military power hunt in an unfamiliar wilderness is simply seeking death. "Mine? What kind of mine do you want?" Leo stared at the map while thinking about a way out. Wuliyan waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter if it's a gold mine or a silver mine, even a copper mine is acceptable." "You are dreaming about copper mines." Leo sneered, "If there is no copper mine, how about iron mines?" "Iron ore? What iron ore?" Uliyan and the other people in the tent suddenly widened their eyes and looked at each other. Where did the iron ore come from? Leo took out a javelin head from a box in the corner of the tent, threw it on the round table, and said proudly, "Isn't this it?" Except for the tip of the blade, the surface of this javelin head is covered with a thick layer of rust. Even so, it is difficult to hide the dense pores on it. This was the javelin left behind by the kobolds a few days ago and collected by Uriyan. The javelins that were still intact were distributed to the villagers as weapons for self-protection, while the heads of the damaged ones were removed and processed into farm tools for reclaiming wasteland after they were settled. Several grand dukes of the empire fought each other, and the battlefield was filled with not only human lives, but also a large amount of weapons, armor and other war supplies. Compared to other areas of the empire, the cold North is extremely barren. The few steel resources are monopolized by the nobles, who make them into weapons and armor that are continuously sent to the battlefield. This caused the price of iron to soar, and many villagers could not even afford a hoe. Seeing that everyone was still confused, Leo patiently guided them: "Where did the kobolds get their iron tools? They couldn't have bought them, could they?" Wuliyan slapped his thigh and asked in surprise: "You mean, the kobolds have dug up iron ore?" Leo pointed to the javelin head on the table, the answer was self-evident. This kind of thing can be easily associated with a little thought, especially for a otaku like him who is deeply influenced by novels and games with fantasy backgrounds. Words like "dog-headed man" and "mine" are originally bound to appear in his mind. What Leo was always thinking about was the mining and transportation of iron ore. The key points are the quality of the iron ore veins excavated by the kobolds, whether they are suitable for mining, where the labor force for mining comes from, and how to transport and cash in after mining.
But the rest of the people didn't have this kind of thinking, their attention was focused on another thing. Uliyan stared at Leo in disbelief and screamed, "Oh, Mondo! Do you have a brain???" This question immediately set off the whole audience, and everyone started talking about it. "How is that possible? My pigs are smarter than him!" "I suspect it's the dog-headed man he bit to death who's possessed him!" "It could also be that the devil's soul traveled through time and space into his body." "Yes, yes, it's soul traveling! It's soul traveling!" Leo looked at everyone speechlessly. Why can you guys figure out the truth with just a few words, but can't come up with a way to fill your stomach?
