Chapter 863: Take a Good Look, There Won't Be Another Chance Later

The savages were still savoring the magnificent and prosperous city they had just seen, not yet having emerged from the shock, when they saw endless stretches of flat land. Yet, without exception, there was nothing on these lands; let alone trees, not even a single blade of Grass could be seen.

Now there was no need for the savages to ask; the Soldier simply held a bullwhip, pointed toward the farmland, and said, "Look, this is the cultivated land of our Huaxia. We will farm in these fields, and what we grow is food."

"A piece of land as large as this can harvest more food than that mountain in the distance, and there is no need to labor in places further away. It is enough to be in such a small place; it is safer, and food is easier to come by."

The savages exclaimed in surprise, but they had no idea how so much food could grow from such ordinary land. What, farming again? They did not understand at all. The Shennong Clan of those years had not spread the practice of farming that widely, and even tribes like the Xuanyuan Tribe had very primitive farming methods, with too little human intervention.

It was not until Baifeng spread it outward that the true farming techniques were understood by everyone, and even things like fertilization had appeared long before anyone knew.

Looking at history as a whole, Huaxia is the ethnic group that knows best how to farm and is the most capable of farming. Many other ethnic groups do not even know what farming is. Where climate and soil conditions are superior, one can throw a handful of Grass Seed on the ground and harvest three seasons a year.

Those who cannot farm seek other ways out, becoming pirates, forever robbing, from making a living by robbery to founding a nation through robbery.

Those who know how to do business are always doing business; every ethnic group seems to have its own division of labor. But no matter what, farming and agriculture are always the foundation of a nation; this is the most important thing.

In places with overly abundant natural resources, where one can have fruit to eat their fill right at their doorstep, such an ethnic group will be lazy, lack the drive to improve, and not evolve for thousands of years, only to be captured and made into slaves. Everyone thought that land was too arid and barren, but it turned out that in that place, vegetables could grow into trees.

"In the future, you will also learn how to farm. Once you learn to farm, the territory of Huaxia is so large that you can just find a place and reclaim a piece of land, and you will never have to worry about having no food to eat again. Our Huaxia is like this now; we are not afraid of not having enough food, but rather that there is so much food we cannot finish it."

The Soldier spoke passionately on the back of the ox, and the savages followed closely, full of hope. The events experienced this day were truly too magical for them; for a moment, they could not tell what was real and what was fake.

In the distance from the farmland, one could still see concentrated houses, one after another, with wisps of cooking smoke curling upward. It looked densely populated, but no people could be seen. Furthermore, what made the savages somewhat strange was that there were no tall walls blocking the place; it looked a bit inferior.

The Soldier naturally could not read the inner thoughts of these savages, but he did inadvertently provide them with an explanation: "That place is one of our towns, where about a few thousand people live. Although they are not in the city, they do not live badly at all."

"Look at these farmlands; they actually belong to them. And no matter how much food is grown in a year, it is all their own. They do not need to hand over a single grain, unlike other tribes where even if you catch a mouse, you have to hand over the mouse's tail to me."

"A year? How long is a year?" Fu had never left the Soldier's side, wanting to listen more carefully. Encountering such words he did not understand, he was also eager to figure them out.

"Oh, a year, a year is one cold and hot cycle. You can understand this, right? One of our cold and hot cycles is divided into four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. We have now entered Winter; when the Grass grows and the Snow has all melted, that is the arrival of spring."

"Then can we also be like those people there, having so much land that can grow food, and also be able to live in such good, such good... uh, what should that be called?"

The Soldier laughed heartily and then explained: "That is a house. We call it a house. The wind cannot blow it down, the rain cannot get in, and it will not be cold in winter."

"You should be able to be allocated land, but after all, I am not in charge of these matters for you. And as you have seen, I am just an ordinary Soldier. Nothing I say counts. If you want to know how you will finally be arranged, you can only look at what our King decides."

"However, you certainly will not have such good treatment at the beginning. You must know how many years those people have lived in our Huaxia City before they were able to settle down there. Those who have made major contributions or those who have always worked hard in Huaxia City are the ones living inside Huaxia City now. You might go further than here. Oh right, our Marshal also said this, that you will be arranged to a more distant place to reclaim land."

"Who is the King? Is it a person's name?" Fu had been able to hear the Huaxia Soldier talking about the King and such, but he had never asked, as he did not know what this person did. But now that this person said he could decide their fate, he naturally had to ask clearly.

Several Soldiers who heard the question turned their heads. However, their expressions were somewhat serious, and the Soldier who answered the question had a very solemn and dignified tone: "The King is the monarch. Our Huaxia is not a tribe; it is a nation. The King is the most powerful person in this tribe; he is equivalent to a Tribal Chief, but more powerful than a Tribal Chief."

"Everything you can see in the whole of Huaxia belongs to the King, and all of this was created by our King. Without the King, there would be no Huaxia of ours."

Fu hurriedly lowered his head: "Oh, I understand, I understand."

The atmosphere did not stay silent for long before Fu, who could not keep things to himself, asked again: "Can someone as powerful as you not even be considered a Leader in Huaxia?"

At this, all the Soldiers who heard the question laughed, as if Fu had asked some incredible, silly question.

"Of course I am not. I am nothing in Huaxia, just an ordinary Soldier. There are too many people stronger than me."

"Our Marshal at the very front, Xiong, you must take this opportunity to look more and talk more. Otherwise, given the status gap between you, I am afraid it will be very difficult to have a chance to see him this closely again in this lifetime. In our Huaxia, how many people can be like you, spending such a long time with our Marshal?"

"Let's put it this way: our Marshal is one of the few most powerful people besides the King, and his power is also among the greatest."