Chapter 902: New Hope for the Refugees, Treating Everyone to Chicken

Seeing that there were no problems on Jier's side and that the surrounding situation seemed to be under his control, Priest Bata'er suggested to Jier: "Since the situation here is under your control, why not go into the team and see everyone? Let them see that you are still here, soothe their emotions, and let them set their minds at ease. As for this place..."

Jier took up the conversation and said: "You noticed it too? This place is excellent. More importantly, the village has sufficient food reserves, enough to accommodate the Refugee Team until at least next year. Once next year comes and new farmland is cultivated, and temporary or even permanent houses are built, the refugees will settle down here. No matter how you look at it, this place is very suitable for settlement."

Priest Bata'er was somewhat worried: "But I see that the scale of this village is relatively small. Although it is larger than Changmai Cunzi where I stayed before, I just don't know if they will welcome us outsiders? And what about the faith in the village?"

Jier patted the Priest on the shoulder: "Rest assured, they are quite welcoming to people settling down. The people here were ruled by Dwarves and were forcibly cut off from long-term contact with the outside world. Now, things have been negotiated with the Dwarves, and they will leave here in the near future and find a way to return to their homeland with me. Therefore, this village—oh, it is called Torito Cunzi—will reconnect with the outside Human society and engage in exchanges and trade. And those young refugees in our team are exactly what they need."

"As for faith, I haven't seen any obvious church tendencies among the villagers. Priest, you have been favored by the God of Agriculture; so many people could potentially be brought into the faith of the God of Agriculture by you. I hope you can seize this opportunity. As for the Dwarves, there is some faith in a Dwarf God of Strength, but not many Dwarves believe in it, let alone preach or exert influence on the Humans."

"In short, accepting these refugees will only make this village develop better and better."

The Priest finally let out a long sigh of relief: "I hope so. Everything today is thanks to your efforts, Warrior Jier, and of course, the mercy and love given to us by the great God of Agriculture. May everyone have land to till, may everyone have grain to harvest, and may everyone have food to fill their bellies."

Jier looked left and right, and seeing that the people around were at a distance from them, he whispered to the Priest: "One thing that is hard to say explicitly is that there are still too many people and supplies in the team, which is too bloated and seriously slows down the speed of the team's advance. As long as most of the refugees who cannot fight directly are settled here, and we only take a few dozen people from the Armed Squad, we can greatly improve the rescue of the Changmai Cunzi villagers."

The Priest's eyes lit up, and he nodded in agreement immediately, but he still asked cautiously: "Warrior Jier, are you sure those Dwarves are okay? After all, you fought so fiercely that the surrounding houses seem to have been destroyed as a result."

"Ha, the timing of your arrival is actually just right; this is the moment to resolve your concerns." Jier said this, turned around, and shouted to the village elders: "Please pass on the instructions I gave. Let everyone first pile the things in their hands on the ground. Yes, just like what the Dwarves opposite are doing. After the weapons are collected, throw the things into the big pit little by little."

He added: "Remember, for every item the Dwarves throw, we throw a few more to ensure that neither side loses out, and that no one takes advantage of this matter. Because we are already taking advantage of the situation itself."

An elder nodded and replied: "Rest assured, Knight Jier. But what about the weapons in the hands of these new warriors of yours?"

This concern was correct; after all, when Jier negotiated with the old Dwarf 'Iron Fist' earlier, the agreement was only between the Dwarves of Torito Cunzi and the Human villagers, and did not account for the weapons of the Armed Squad Jier brought.

"Hmm, I see, that is also a problem. Then, the first squad, follow me, and we will return to the team together. Priest Bata'er, you stay here and get to know the people of Torito Cunzi, understand each other, so as to facilitate the subsequent settlement work. I will lead the main team to temporarily camp on the west side of the village."

The Priest nodded and turned to walk toward the villagers who were beginning to hand over their weapons. The villagers seemed unwilling to surrender their weapons after their side had won, and the scene was somewhat deadlocked. But as soon as Priest Bata'er walked over, his status and attire stunned the villagers. After a brief chat, the Priest understood what needed to be done and began to persuade the villagers, accompanied by the village elders.

Jier led the first squad of the Armed Squad toward the Refugee Team blocking the dirt road on the west side of the village. He did not ride the horse that Priest Bata'er had ridden, but led the people there on foot.

At this time, Xiao Tusi and a few young villagers circled out from the collapsed ruins and found Jier: "Knight, so you know these people?"

Jier smiled: "These people are my team. The information you provided just now was very timely; you did a great job. Now go find your two brothers and have them withdraw from their respective positions. There are no more problems with the Dwarves. With the support of my people, those Dwarves have no other path to choose now; there is only the path of leaving here."

"By the way, to calm the conflict, the villagers have already begun to collect and guard the weapons in their hands according to the terms of the negotiation. You tell the young people who follow you, and those on your brothers' side, to take the lead in handing over the weapons in their hands. As for the Large Bows of you three, do not hand them over. After you three brothers reunite, do not show yourselves in front of the Dwarves again. Come directly to meet me outside the village on the west side; I still have some things I need your help with."

"I understand, I'm going now. You guys, you all heard what Knight Jier said, right? We won, we completely won! The Dwarves have completely failed and are going to get out! You go ahead and meet up with everyone, celebrate, and then hand over the gear in your hands." Xiao Tusi said quickly to the young villagers who had been following him. The young people were also very happy, and as for the matter of handing over weapons, it was not in their thoughts at all; after all, they were so happy about the news of victory that they didn't know how to think.

Bidding farewell to Xiao Tusi, Jier led his men through the ruins of the Dwarf Residence and waved to the refugees who were looking at him from afar.

The refugees also asked loudly in a hubbub why Jier had left the team in such a hurry earlier and left them behind.

"Ha, isn't it obvious? Everyone, look around. This village, which no one knew about before, isn't it exactly the refuge and settlement everyone has been wanting? And the good news is that I just helped the people here solve a big, big, big problem, and they are very welcoming to all of us settling down here."

Jier spoke as he walked, his voice loud, so that everyone in the team who was tightly surrounding him after he approached, whether they could see him or not, could hear what he said: "And there is another piece of good news: we don't need to worry about food consumption before settling down. This village—Torito Cunzi—they are willing to trade food with us."

"The food in the village is enough for everyone to eat for several years. Once everyone is temporarily settled, you can think of ways to bring other family members and relatives from White Stone Pass over together. Don't go to the Western Province; how nice it would be to settle down right here."

"That's great!" Hearing that they could bring their starving family members over, the vast majority of the refugees became happy.

"We finally have a place to settle down this time." The refugees, who had been living in fear along the way, hugged each other and wept, feeling relieved that the suffering of everyone's journey had come to an end.

"I thought we would eventually walk to the village where the Priest preached before and settle down there. I didn't expect it to be here." Some refugees also curiously asked Jier.

Hearing the question, Jier explained to the young refugee: "The original plan between the Priest and me was indeed to go to Changmai Cunzi where the Priest preached. But obviously, this place, which was not in the plan, is much better than Changmai Cunzi. You know, Changmai Cunzi is further away from Yemei Town in Sasi County, and traffic and communication are less convenient. And from here, it's a two-day walk to Shichui Cunzi, and from Shichui Cunzi to the county capital, Yemei Town, it's also very close—a few days' distance—which is more convenient for long-term living and development in the future."

"Moreover, Changmai Cunzi was looted and burned by bad guys. To settle there for a long time, one would have to rebuild the village on a pile of ruins first. To be honest, that is really not easy. As for Torito Cunzi, it is very convenient. In terms of food, because the land is fertile and there is no other waste, the village has a lot of food reserves. As for land, there is plenty of land to cultivate in the Valley outside the village, all of which is land with gentle slopes suitable for cultivation and construction. Although it is virgin land, the grain yield in the first few years may not be very high, but as long as it is nurtured, it will be very fertile land."

"And the villagers are also willing to share the uncultivated land outside the village with everyone, so don't have any concerns. As for the materials for building houses, ha, didn't you pass through that Huitou Forest when you came? Aren't those big trees excellent timber and building materials? Lumberjacks, the construction of everyone's houses later will depend on you showing off your skills."

The Lumberjacks in the surrounding crowd heard this and raised their tools of the trade, holding their logging axes high above their heads, shouting and loudly agreeing.

The young refugees were discussing Jier's explanation, their faces excited, and there was a general feeling of relief. Jier pushed aside the refugees who were crowding together and finally found Xueya Steer squatting on a carriage in the long, crowded team. As soon as this guy came up, he punched Jier in the chest.

Boom!

"Hiss—that hurts! You didn't even dodge, ouch." After the punch, Jier was completely fine, but Xueya Steer was in a lot of pain.

"Ha, why should I dodge? Anyway, I won't get hurt." Jier chuckled, climbed onto his carriage, sat on the driver's seat, took off his Helmet, let out a long breath, and after relaxing, looked around for water to drink.

Since dawn, he had been talking to people, encouraging them, discussing the content of negotiations, explaining various situations, and analyzing plans; his lips were very dry.

"Water is here." Taking a small wooden bottle from under the driver's seat of the carriage beside him, Xueya Steer threw it to Jier, while he himself kept his Crossbow in his hands.

Jier took a sip of water and, seeing him holding the Crossbow and constantly looking at the roofs of the villagers' wooden houses, asked: "What are you guarding against? This place has already been settled by me! To put it in one word—safe!"

"Just now there was a young man on the roof using a Large Bow. A Large Bow, it shoots far and has great power. We have to be careful that he doesn't launch a sneak attack," Xueya Steer explained.

Jier waved his hand: "Our own people, that person is one of our own. You will see them in a while."

"Them?" Xueya Steer was puzzled.

Jier drank the clear water in the wooden bottle in one gulp, shook it to confirm there was no water left, and then threw the bottle to his companion, explaining: "Yes, three brothers. They are all excellent hunters, skilled in shooting with Large Bows. They originally had some fame among the people here in Sasi County, but because they strayed into this place, they were detained by the Dwarves hiding here, haha."

Xueya Steer's eyes widened, and he became curious about everything that had happened here, so he questioned Jier. Jier explained to his companion everything that had happened here in the past, as well as what had happened since he arrived, while loudly shouting for the Refugee Team crowded on the dirt road in the village to withdraw the way they came and find a place to camp on the open ground on the west side of the village.

"Rear team becomes front team, everyone, all carriages turn around in place, take it slow, slowly withdraw from Torito Cunzi. Each Armed Squad, pay attention to the edges of the team, don't let everyone break into the villagers' homes or courtyards."

"Everyone, don't be curious or envious of the villagers here. In the future, everyone will settle down here, and we will all have their courtyards and houses. We have plenty of strength, and the team has plenty of supplies for settlement. Whatever style of house you want, we can build it for ourselves later. Don't you think?"

"That's right!"

"Knight is right!"

"Ooooooh!!!!"

"We will have our own houses too."

"Ha, this three-story house is really beautiful, I'll want one just like it later!"

"I'm different, I want a big courtyard, and I'll fill the courtyard with chickens. I'll eat as many eggs as I want in one meal. Knight Jier, if you come to my house as a guest, I'll roast a whole fat chicken for you, I guarantee you'll be full!"

Jier laughed loudly and teased the team Cook who had just mentioned raising and roasting chickens: "Ha, one fat chicken won't be enough for me; we Knights have big appetites."

"However many you want to eat, I'll roast that many for you. As long as you come, I'll roast them for free, I guarantee I'll fill you up!" The team Cook patted his chest and made a bold statement, then advertised his cooking skills: "Before, there was no way, my skills couldn't be displayed. After we settle down this time, just you wait and see!"

"So confident? That's good, I won't be stingy either. Let's go out and camp first. Let's try to get the camp set up before noon today. I'll pay to buy dozens of chickens from the people of Torito Cunzi and let everyone in our team have a taste of the chicken you roast, how about that? Since you've made such a bold statement, don't say you can't do it." After Jier finished speaking, he felt around in his armor, took out a Gold Coin, found Mr. Bafuer, who was in charge of the team's material management, and threw the Gold Coin to him.

"Mr. Bafuer, please take our Cook, who claims to roast chicken very well, to the open space in the center of the village. Find any village elder who is with Priest Bata'er and organize the purchase of dozens of chickens raised by the village. This money is definitely enough. If there's extra, buy some Bread made by the villagers; it will go perfectly with the roasted chicken in a while."

When Mr. Bafuer heard this, he wanted to squeeze through the crowded crowd to take the money, but Jier told him to open his hand. He opened his hand, not knowing what was going on, and then Jier flicked his finger, and the shiny Kingdom Gold Coin drew an eye-catching arc in the air and landed exactly in the center of Mr. Bafuer's open palm.

The refugees who saw this scene cheered, while the Swordsman Weier, who was carefully guarding the old Mr. Fentijia and the young Bobo, narrowed his eyes, realizing that the difficulty and accuracy of Knight Jier's move were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

He secretly compared it himself and found that he could not do the same thing no matter what. Not to mention the crowded crowd and the noisy environment, just the distance between Jier on the carriage and Mr. Bafuer on another carriage was more than twenty meters, with hundreds of people in between. To flick a Gold Coin of considerable weight across that distance, he completely lacked that kind of finger strength.

At most, he could flick the coin a few meters; ten meters would be the limit.

Compared to the strength in his fingers, that sense of ease and accuracy made him feel even more outmatched. One had to know that this was a random event with no chance to do it over, and with so many people watching, if the coin hadn't landed in Mr. Bafuer's open palm after being flicked, how embarrassing would that have been for Jier?

Yet Jier just said it so casually and flicked it so easily, and the coin landed perfectly in Mr. Bafuer's hand. Just seeing this skill, Weier understood that although his own Sword Technique was remarkable, he was still far behind in every aspect.

A common young Knight possessed such impressive skill, so how many Knights like Knight Jier would the opponents who destroyed his family have under their command?

To take revenge on these people, what kind of power would he need to possess?

Weier clenched his hand into a fist, feeling for the first time how insignificant his own strength was, and how immense the responsibility and pressure he carried on his shoulders were. He realized for the first time that his revenge, his plan for revenge, might require him to devote his entire life to it, and even then, it would be difficult to complete.