Chapter 269 How to Deal with the Aftermath

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At the juncture of life and death, no one dares to muddle through.

Soon the clansmen of the Chijiao tribe took out all the things that Mu Feng asked for.

Looking at the things on the ground, Mu Feng couldn't help but be surprised: sixteen jars of salt, no less than two or three hundred bone knives and stone axes, and four or five hundred furs.

Mu Feng sighed in his heart: No wonder people say, "When the cannon rings, gold is ten thousand taels." Sure enough, war is the fastest way to accumulate wealth!

He grinned and didn't express his position immediately, and instead asked Xiong Dahe Yeli in a low voice: "If you were to annex the Red Jiao Department, how many people would you want?"

Xiong Dahe Yeli suddenly became frantic, but quickly calmed down.

Xiong Da sighed and said, "Chief, our Black Bear Division has not many soldiers and a small population. We can't swallow these people from the Red Jiao Division!"

Mu Feng shook his head: "I didn't let one of your tribes annex, I, Jiang Clan, are with you!"

Xiong's big eyes lit up, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Fifty! We won't be able to feed if we have more!"

Ye Li followed and said: "Our wild wolf clan can only have forty at most, I'm afraid it will bring trouble to our clan!"

Mu Feng nodded to express his understanding. After all, the number of their clan was small, only about two hundred people, and the extra population was beneficial and detrimental to them.

The advantage is that with more labor, the population of the tribe will grow faster.

The disadvantage is that there are more mouths to eat, and the food requirements for the tribe are also higher.

He sighed, and in his heart gave up the idea of ​​completely annexing the Red Jiaobu.

If the appetites of the two clans were larger, and one clan took down a hundred people, even if he took a little risk, he would have to "eat" the entire Red Jiao clan.

But at the moment, there are only a hundred people who dare to ask for the two together, which has to make him reconsider.

You know, even if they wanted it, they wouldn't dare to ask for the soldiers of the Red Flood Division. At most, they wanted some young laborers and young women.

After all, no one wants to have so many strong captured warriors in their own tribe, burying hidden dangers for their own tribe.

As for children, no one wants to, and if they do, they are likely to be raising children for others—who wants to be a scapegoat?

Even if the Jiang clan is now far stronger than these two clans, it is absolutely impossible to swallow the remaining four hundred or so people at once!

First of all, the number of Jiang's existing slaves is already one hundred, thirty or forty. In addition to the Jiang's own clansmen, there are enough people who open their mouths to eat every day.

Second, many years of experience in studying history told Mu Feng that one bite would not make him fat.

In history, all dynasties, dynasties, and empires that relied on rapid plunder and rapid expansion were short-lived ghosts.

After all, the foundation that was quickly plundered was unstable, and he continued to eat it before it was digested, and finally killed himself.

Ancient Qin Dynasty, foreign Macedonia, modern Japan...

Both are rapidly expanding and rapidly falling apart, all because the foundation is not solid.

Mu Feng has studied for so many years, and naturally he understands how to balance Xu Tu's progress and "making a fortune in war".

After thinking for a while, the clansmen of his Crimson Jiao tribe said: "We want half of the sixteen jars of salt for our three tribes! We also want half of the fur! If there are enough bone knives and stone axes for your tribe's young and strong hands, the rest will belong to us! "

All the clansmen of the Chijiao tribe looked sad and angry.

There are even those who show hatred.

Mu Feng grinned and started to order people directly: "This one, this one, and that one... come out and kill!"

The rest of the Red Jiao tribe immediately became frightened again.

Mu Feng continued: "Your tribe now needs fifty unmarried women, fifty young men, no warriors!"

The triangular eyes that fell on the ground finally rubbed his chest and got up at this time, glaring at Mu Feng: "Are you trying to rob my Red Jiao Department?"

Mu Feng kicked him: "Old bangzi, get out of the way, if you don't want more people to die in the Red Jiao Department, just shut up!"

The people of the Red Jiao Department showed grief, and soon a hundred people came out.

It can be seen that these 100 people are also not well mixed in the tribe, and each one is slightly yellow and thin compared to other tribes.

Obviously, they all heard from Mu Feng's accent that he had no intention of exterminating the clan, and at this moment, one by one, they had their minds moved-to push out the people who are usually disgusting in the clan to blame.

After all, everyone knows that ordinary people who want to marry and get married will have a very low status in other tribes, let alone defeat these people who were taken away as captives in battle.

Not to mention, the people of the Yishui tribe of their tribe are the best example!

This is the dark side of human nature.

After these people were pushed out, there was obviously despair and resentment on their faces-they could already foresee their tragic fate.

But this is right in Mu Fengxia's arms. What he needs is people who were excluded from the original tribe and who did not recognize the tribe highly.

He looked at the hundred people and looked directly at Lihuxiong Dahe Yeli: "Among the fifty people, we only need twenty women from the Jiang family, and the rest are given to you two tribes, how about it?"

Xiong Da and Ye Li were stunned for a moment, and then showed ecstasy on their faces: "Thank you, Chief!"

Mu Feng added: "Eight jars of salt, I only need two jars for the Jiang family, and the rest of you two tribes each take three jars, how about it?"

Xiong Dahe also showed ecstasy again on his face, but he was obviously embarrassed: "Great Chief, you are the leader this time.

, why do you want less than ours? "

Li Hu was also anxious: "Great Chief..."

Mu Feng just waved his hand and asked with a smile, "Our three divisions are friends, and helping you is also helping me, Jiang's. Just say whether you are willing or not?"

When the two heard it, they were excited, and immediately knelt down on one knee and raised one hand: "Thank you, Chief!"

Xiong Da solemnly added: "As long as the Great Chief needs what my Black Bear Department does in the future, my Black Bear Department will do my best to complete it!"

Ye Li also added a sentence: "My wild wolf department is the same!"

Mu Feng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't be so polite. As for the bone knife and stone axe, I, Jiang's, want half, and you two have the remaining half, how about it?"

Why did Xiong Daheli, who already got forty and three jars of salt each, refuse to agree?

The two hurriedly nodded and agreed—they had almost enough weapons anyway.

However, Lihu finally couldn't bear it anymore, and approached Mu Feng: "Great Chief, we have a lot of bone knives and stone axes in our tribe, it's useless to ask for them, why don't we ask for more people..."

"People?" Mu Feng smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, it's indispensable!"

"Never miss it?" Lihu frowned secretly and whispered, "Everyone has given it to the Black Bear and Wild Wolves, where is there anyone else!"

Hearing this, Mu Feng just smiled, ignoring him, but looking at Xiong Dahe Yeli again: "How many prisoners have you captured yesterday and now, what are you going to do?"

"Ah, prisoner?" The two of them reacted from the surprise, and their faces were embarrassed.

There were more than 60 prisoners in total. They originally planned to discuss with Mu Feng how many they wanted, but they did not expect that they defeated the Red Jiaobu all of a sudden, and Mu Feng gave them 40 people at once, almost as much as their tribe could bear. limit.

In this way, these slaves have become a burden...

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