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

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." He cried, and the other clan leaders who were lying on the ground also began to cry.

"???" Patriarch Jin looked confused, you guys are crying.

Nonsense, you escaped, but they have to face unknown consequences, why don't you cry?

Patriarch Jin was helped away by the soldiers without waiting for him to sit down.

He Xiaotian was sitting on the throne, and a huge red fireball suddenly rose from his hand.

The temperature in the meeting hall suddenly rose rapidly.

Everyone was immediately sweating profusely and the heat was unbearable.

"boom!"

The red fireball flashed away like a sudden roar.

The clan leaders lying down below showed expressions of despair.

Then under the huge heat, all flesh, flesh, and even soul evaporated.

"A bunch of trash, it's a waste of food to keep it. You think so, Chief Jin." He Xiaotian said to the sweating Chief Jin.

"Yes, yes, these guys relied on the power of their family to do evil in Hancheng. They should have died long ago. By getting rid of them now, my lord, it can be regarded as eliminating a harm to the barbarians in Hancheng."

What else can he do to the golden giant?

Just lick it and that's it.

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

"One hundred thousand."

"so little?"

Patriarch Jin showed a wry smile and continued.

"Sir, that's quite a lot. One pound of ghost steel can be exchanged for one ton of grain. And the people responsible for mining are all young and old in the city. The output of one hundred thousand pounds a year is not too small."

He Xiaotian closed his eyes and began to think.

Hancheng's survival is undoubtedly based on the mining area.

The others are the furs of various beasts mentioned by Aaron, and the special weirdness of the ice field.

But after he takes over Hancheng, the deal with Chuncheng can be severed.

Flower growers are undoubtedly the best in the world in terms of farming and construction.

Ninety-seven thousand tons, nine oxen and one mol.

Last year, a ton of rice cost less than 4,200 yuan, feeding a cold city that cost more than 400 million people.

With 400 million, you can recruit more than 80,000 barbarian warriors, which is extremely cheap!

If all the cities in the Netherworld were like this, if the flower growers dared to wave their banknotes and shout, I would take them all.

Then I ask, who else?

Moreover, after this turmoil, the population of Hancheng declined.

But that's not important!

"From now on, we will cut off the transaction with Chuncheng. I will take care of the food aspect, and you will be responsible for mining the ghost steel with all your strength."

"Sir, can you get so much food?"

Patriarch Jin looked surprised, this was not a small amount.

"Haha, it doesn't matter if I can't do it, but I have the power of an entire country behind me. It's just less than 100,000 tons of grain. Is there any difficulty?"

If it weren't for He Xiaotian's strength, the barbarians around him would have wanted to spit on him.

It’s just less than 100,000 tons? Is there any difficulty?

It’s so difficult among the barbarians!

Food is life.
Chapter completed!