The setting sun kissed the broken roof.
The residents of Santonkaya chatted with each other, and the men carried wood and concentrated the materials by robbing Peter to pay Paul.
The old hunter cut the pig skin with a neatly cut short knife.
Dong! Dong!
Two young men in a group used axes to chop leg bones. The thick soup was already on the charcoal fire. The earthen stove was newly rammed with mud by the village women.
The iron pots that were only used for sacrifices in previous years were also moved out.
It was very big, with three of them.
The pork bone soup was fragrant, and the barbecue was skewered on the crackling firewood.
The grass seeds were picked from the back mountain.
The spices were provided by Hanqi.
Grind it into a fine powder and sprinkle it on the soup and oil...
Tsk tsk, the swallowing and gurgling sounds have not stopped since the evening.
But people's passion for reconstruction did not fade away. Slogans and joyful conversations continued throughout the day.
Finally, the sun set.
[Simple wooden house X4 (repaired)]
[A good place to shelter from the wind and rain, the house can make people live and work in peace and increase the happiness of the subjects. ]
The reconstruction of the village started from the entrance of the village.
After a whole day of hard work, the dozen people present had a place to sleep, and the sentry was re-erected, indicating that today's task was coming to an end.
The people of Santonkaya were simple and hardworking.
The reason why they were able to step out of the shadows and ignite the enthusiasm for reconstruction was that this long-declined tribe ushered in a new "war banner".
The night began to darken.
Everyone was filled with the happiness of food, but compared to the feeling of fullness, what really made people feel at ease and hopeful was what Ken announced:
Rebuilding Santonkaya.
As the soul of the clan, no one would object to this identity after witnessing the miracle with their own eyes.
Ken did show convincing leadership.
All the engineering arrangements for today, as well as the night shift sentry, including all the general direction of struggle in the future, have been roughly publicized.
Such goals put on the table are more intimate than the clergy deciding on their own.
Joan distributed the barbecue and thick soup to the workers.
Kuima wiped the sweat off his face and thanked him. Several of them took it and packed it up as energy supplement for night patrol.
Joan was busy inside and outside.
Finally, she couldn't find any work to do, so she sat back by the campfire.
She took the ceramic bowl handed over by Mrs. Tennyson and gently bit the tender meat inside.
The Bamenro wild boar is famous for its strength and fatness.
Even with such abundant juice, she didn't completely calm down. She squatted silently among the chatting village women, looking sideways at the figure outside the campfire.
She was thinking about it.
He hasn't eaten yet.
Ken pinched his nose and looked at the village. Except for the few wooden houses nearby, most of the buildings were silent in the dark night.
Supplies have become the biggest obstacle to reconstruction.
"We were robbed twice and lost too many tools." Ken said to the Hanqi brothers, "I can only trouble you for this matter. It's considered as an order with the Chamber of Commerce. Ken, the porter in the wilderness, will go to the camp to clear the goods. When the time comes, help me get some back according to the list."
He took the money bag from the tribal warrior beside him, half squatted down, and handed it to the long-haired tribe with a level gaze.
[Currency: 72G]
The tribal warriors cleaned up the battlefield. Compared with the well-nourished bandits, the Qibing apostles were all poor, but they all liked to carry their belongings with them.
Put together, it is also a considerable amount.
Han weighed it with his paw, looked at the other party with his eyes slanted, and said: "Commission and travel expenses are trivial matters, but how can you be sure that we will not abscond with the money."
The tribal warriors behind him lowered their heads.
These concerns were their previous topic, but they didn't expect to be heard by others.
Ken didn't care. He spread his hands with a natural smile, stood up and replied: "No, the Wasteland Porter is an honest and trustworthy big business association."
The giant named "Qi" nodded stupidly.
"You have vision." Han was praised and smiled happily. After jumping on the cargo box, he looked back. "But won't the number of tools be too many? To be honest, you don't have enough manpower."
Ken pursed his lips to show his agreement.
But he shook his head left and right. The number of residents is the most important part of future planning. Reconstruction cannot be achieved with the current population.
[Mission: Starting Point of Prosperity]
[Progress: Resident Growth 0/50]
[Description: Revitalize Santonkaya and reach a population level where all routine tasks can be carried out normally. ]
"I know that the Apostle Qibing and the bandits have a general route."
Ken looked towards the north with a serious expression.
The Hanqi brothers felt that the young man's eyes had a depth far beyond his age, and that temperament was somewhat similar to the clan martial priest who picked up goods last week.
But they are a real big tribe, and this new war flag has only a few people.
I just heard him continue to analyze:
"I... can imagine that Santonkaya is not an exception. Those who have encountered disasters and are about to embark on migration to seek a way out, I will personally greet them."
Han nodded without comment.
The freight forwarder who travels all over the world has heard too many legendary stories.
But behind every hero who wants to do stupid things, there are always countless accusations and challenges. The fool who is teased by fate will not understand that he is not the chosen one until the moment of death.
Ken's eyes are very calm.
He has an outstanding temperament. When he said these words, he was neither fanatical nor anxious.
Maybe it will be very interesting.
Han said nothing, turned over and crossed the saddle. When Qi tied up the moss-backed deer again, the short-roaring beast started running.
[Order: Desert Porter]
[Remaining delivery time: 15D]
"Battle Banner."
The warriors sitting around the campfire slowly stood up, their eyes full of respect, and several people stepped aside to vacate the warm and comfortable main seat.
Ken raised his hand and pressed it down. As soon as he sat down, the thick soup with the right temperature was delivered to his hand.
Qiong used green peel leaves to serve the meat slices, always in his shadow. After finishing the work, he handed it to the front with his hand and retreated silently.
The movement was so light that the warriors who were a little further away didn't notice her.
Ken retracted his peripheral vision and joined the conversation. In fact, he was focusing on the [troops].
[Follower: Kuima]
"Mr. Ken, these foods can still last for a few days." He said so with respect in his eyes. He was the most loyal among the people present.
"In addition, the equipment that was packed up is basically here."
"Okay, you guys come over."
Ken nodded and waved to lead everyone to the weapon rack next to the campfire. He just took a few simple glances, and the people who were stared at would unconsciously hold their breath and stand up straight.
"This axe belongs to you."
The tribal warrior took it in a daze, and only remembered to thank him after he reacted, but it was already the next person's turn.
"You use a two-handed sword, hiss, a little thin, and you are also wearing that chain mail."
"Greetings to you, war banner."
...
["Tribal Warrior" x4 in the team, upgraded to "Warrior". ]
Everyone was excitedly talking to each other, and notes popped up in time to congratulate the team's growth, but also to list them.
[Consumption: Battle Axe X2, Two-handed Broadsword X1, Warhammer X1]
"It seems that equipment is a way to upgrade the team."
Ken pondered and called up the notes again.
[Warrior]
[Number: 4]
[Basic combat unit, mediocre talent, but rich growth direction. ]
Since the decline of Santon Kaya, the per capita combat power has become increasingly insufficient, and they are only a little more reliable than the farmers.
The number of spoils is limited, and most of them were destroyed in the battle.
The blacksmith shop has not yet found talents to rebuild, so it is impossible to repair the damaged goods. Inevitably, some people can only remain as they are.
[Hunter]
[Number: 2]
[Agile, used to fighting alone, familiar with the wild environment. ]
Quima, the [Tribal Spearman], didn't get anything good either. His only change was that he took a spear made of steel and animal bones.
Ken waved and called him over, and calmly called up the experience points, raising the attribute directly to the upper limit.
[Army Advancement: Falcon Archer]
[Qualification Requirements: 2.0 (Achieved)]
[Wisdom Requirements: 1.5 (Achieved)]
[Material Requirements: Bows and Arrows (Excellent, Not Achieved)]
"I will die for you, Zhan Jing."
Quima could feel it.
He concealed his excitement and swore in a deep voice, but the two of them tacitly didn't talk much.
All the fighting power of Santonkaya is here.
Ken swept the team.
If you want to defend the village, this is obviously not enough. The experience points are still in stock, but they can't be used to upgrade ordinary soldiers.