Not long after, Xianlin came back, but his face was not very good. Quan Hao's heart couldn't help but sink. So what happened?

The old man wrote and painted him and told him that most men felt that the order was not important. However, they mentioned farming again, but they still thought it was unnecessary. There was too much food on the island.

Quan Hao snorted: Since everyone thinks that farming is unnecessary, it is not impossible not to plant it. But in this way, he doesn't have to supply food? After all, he can find it on the island! If they nodded, they will do the same tomorrow. He first asked Xianlin to convey it, but another thought, forget it, it's too hard for the old man to run on both sides, so I'll go there together.

Seeing him coming, two men stood up and stood up hesitantly. The others sat or lying down, and what else should they do. It was Xianlin who was still used as an interpreter. Quan Hao only swept through the men's faces in silence. As expected, after listening to the old man's narration, all of them showed difficulties on all their faces. They exchanged eyes and asked each other for their opinions. But no one looked at Quan Hao. When he looked at someone, the man's eyes would wander away, and he would evade and dare not meet his gaze.

After whispering, the men pushed the man with the highest figure, almost 1.7 meters tall, and answered. They promised to build thatched huts and go farming, and did not mention the fact that they could not finish eating the food on the island.

As expected, Quan Hao curled his lips in disdain. On the surface, he did not show any expression and nodded with a smile. He said he had seen through the capriciousness of these people. After leaving, he did not forget to tell Xianlin, asking him to walk around among the refugees more often in the future, so as to notify him as soon as possible if you hear anything. Quan Hao did not cultivate a confidant among the refugees, but the reason was that the communication was not smooth. The only few hardcores were also weak people like little girls, and they were all children with no status. If you want to arrange a look, he could only rely on this trembling old man.

Xianlin agreed with a sigh and bowed and left. He was still hungry even though he was only concerned about sending messages from both ends.

Looking at the old man's back, Quan Hao remembered the scene just now. Only two men stood up to greet him. This was almost unimaginable before. In the past, when Quan Hao walked in front of him, no one would stand up in fear. Those who didn't stand up must have kneeled down. Although he didn't care about these red tape, he had to be alert to the information conveyed behind it.

Do these men feel that their bodies are almost up to date, and their physical fitness is not worse than him, but they may be stronger than him, and the number of people is superior, so there is no need to show respect to him? The previous twelve cautions were all pretending? Quan Hao was not sure, and it seemed that he underestimated the survival wisdom of the ancients. Originally, he planned to transport a batch of farm tools from the earth, so now it's better to slow down.

In any case, the days continued day by day. But Quan Hao was more cautious. Now he thought about anything he did on the island first, and never forgot to bring the spear gun wherever he went. He carefully built the machine in the cellar where food was stored. If someone flipped it when he was away, it would leave obvious traces. Sometimes he also suspected that he was worrying about it, and the refugees were always showing a peaceful sign. There was no sign of unsettling.

However, the search for land suitable for cultivation finally made a harvest. After several days of exploration, Quan Hao finally found a vacant land of more than 500 acres on the easternmost part of the entire mausoleum near the cliff. It may be inaccurate to say that the vacant land may be very vigorous, but the point is that there are really no big trees on the 500 acres of land. He walked around the neighborhood and found obvious signs of landslides. It must be that the mudslides destroyed the vegetation here, and the grass and shrubs grew later. Moreover, Quan Hao tried the depth of the soil and felt that the soil layer was very shallow. It was not suitable for large trees to take root. But growing rice was not a problem at all. What's more wonderful is that there was a spring above the vacant land, which could be used to lead it as a source of water.

This land is so ideal for farming, it is simply a surprise that it fell from the sky. After determining the approximate location of the open space, Quan Hao hurried back. He wanted to notify everyone of the news as soon as possible so that people could arrange for people to open up the land as soon as possible.

When he returned to the beach of the Northern Peninsula, he found that the refugees were gathering together from afar. The sun was still hanging high in the sky. Logically speaking, the shacks had not been built yet, so they should be busy at this time. What happened?

Xianlin saw him and walked a few steps to meet him, pulling Quan Hao aside.

According to him, the refugees were complaining, but he couldn't help but persuade them no matter how hard they tried. They felt that the workload these days was too high, but the food was not kept up. If they continued, they couldn't bear it. In the future, they would be more tired from farming, so they wanted to discuss with Quan Hao, so they should mention the food.

Quan Hao didn't know what to say after hearing this. How can he carry the food? They made the fish, shrimp and fruits by themselves, and no one cared about how much they wanted to eat. The only thing they could find him was rice. But there was so much food on the island, why did they have to fight with rice? Don't you know how he bought bags of rice home and secretly transported it to the island with secretly? He didn't have much strength and was exhausted every time. Besides, whether it was building a residence or opening up the land, they were the ones who benefited. Why did he ask him for benefits instead? Is he treating him as a sucker?

Quan Hao sneered and asked: What is the point?

Xianlin hesitated for a while and told him: the daily supply of rice is doubled.

Impossible! Quan Hao refused flatly. If he doubled, he would eat almost fifty kilograms of rice every day. He estimated that even if the land reclamation progress was extremely fast, it would take 150 days to plant the first phase of rice. In the days when there was no harvest, these people must have eaten him. This means that they will consume 7,500 kilograms of grain. It is close to four tons, where can he find it? Well, even if he really has this ability, would he transport it to satisfy these blood-sucking leeches? Are he stupid? Not to mention doubled, even Quan Hao wanted to stop the basic two meals of morning and evening. He was very cold. He was originally provided with food to refugees based on compassion and humanity, but some people regarded it as his obligation.

Xianlin was not surprised. It was strange that the lion agreed so loudly. He advised Quan Hao to at least increase his comfort.
Chapter completed!