"May I have your name?"

Willie asked the old man.

"My name is Yoer."

Old Yoll replied respectfully.

Willie nodded and continued, "If you are now convenient now, can you take us to our new residence? My family and I need to settle down first."

Old Yoer seemed very surprised when he heard this. He never expected that the young governor would ask such a polite question. A young man who was appreciated by the Baron should be full of arrogance and conceit. Such approachable people made Old Yoer full of surprises.

"Of course, it is my honor to be able to serve and guide the way for the head of the Tunchang."

Old Yoll walked to the carriage and said to Lake, "Sir Lake, let me take your horse for you, you can rest in the car."

Lake was a little overwhelmed by the call of "Lord Lake". He had not been able to fully adapt to the identity of the head of the town, and seemed a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Willie was not pretentious and pulled Lake into the carriage behind him. Old Yoll took the whip and drove forward.

"Sir, should you say hello to everyone?"

When he passed by the villagers who had reclaimed the land, Old Yoll asked carefully to Willie.

Weiley nodded: "Stop, at least let everyone know who I am."

When Old Yoer heard this, he skillfully stopped the carriage.

He walked towards the villagers, threw the hoe in his hand aside, patted his hands vigorously, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, put down the tools you have at hand, come forward together, and greet the Lord of the Tun!"

As soon as Lao Yoer finished speaking, the villagers stopped their hands and looked at each other, all of whom were a little restrained.

"Hurry, don't waste your time on Tunchang!"

Old Yoll snapped, looking very serious.

Under the command of Old Yoer, more than a dozen people gathered together and lined up to the carriage.

Weiley glanced at the Tunmin who was walking towards him and frowned slightly.

The dozen people who farmed were men and women, and they had a big age difference. Some looked very tender in their faces, while others had snow-white hair. Everyone was very thin and their skin was all waxy, which looked like they were malnourished without enough food. Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly at the Wiley family in the carriage.

As the head of Fandou Tun, when he saw that his subordinates were in this state, Weili felt a little uncomfortable. If the residents were in this state, let alone building Fandou Tun to prosperity, even the Fandou Tun required by Baron Kells would not meet the tax standards for Fandou Tun.

"Raise your heads and let Lord Lord see your face clearly!"

Old Yole shouted loudly, then turned toward Weili, and bowed his body: "Sir, please say a few words."

More than a dozen farmer people raised their heads slowly under the scolding of Old Yoer. When they found that the ancestral leader in Old Yoer's mouth was actually just a teenager, they all showed the same surprised expression as Old Yoer before.

"Everyone, my name is Weili. From today on, I will be your gate chief. I hope everyone will work hard to create a bright future for Fandou Tun. Let's do this for now. If you have the opportunity, you will have an in-depth understanding."

Weili just spoke some scenes, and the weak bodies and weak spirit of the people really made Weili unable to get excited.

Moreover, in the eyes of these villagers, in addition to fear, Weili also saw an indescribable emotion.

"What are you still standing there!"

Old Yoll scolded him severely: "Get back and continue to reclaim the land!"

After hearing Old Yole's reprimand, everyone hurriedly left and returned to the previous land.

Weiley glanced at Old Joel. Although the old man seemed to be more harsh on everyone, in fact, he was angry that he was afraid that the villagers would behave badly.

"They have never seen anything, so they are quite dull. Don't be as knowledgeable as them."

Several people continued to rush forward, and Lao Yoer said with a smile while raising his horse.

Weiley shook her head and said she didn't mind. He asked, "Are these people the entire residents of our Fandou Tun?"

If there were only a dozen people, then Fandoutun would be smaller than Weili thought.

Lao Yoer replied: "No, there are still some villagers who are building infrastructure in the village."

Weili nodded: "How many families are there in Fandou Village now?"

As a village chief, at least you have to understand the population situation in the village.

Lao Yueer is very familiar with the things in the village: "There are now twelve families in our Fandou Tun, a total of fifty-three people, of which there are no labor capacity, and there are seven children under the age of five."

In Old Yoer's eyes, as long as he is older than five years old, even if he is still a child, he can contribute his labor force.

"Are there more than fifty people..."

Weili is quite satisfied with the population. The scale of Diamond Town is very close to a medium-sized village. Some small villages, even only a few families, less than twenty people.

The carriage had already entered the village. Weili sat on the carriage and saw the simple houses on the roadside and some infrastructure in the village. Some villagers who were not reclaiming land were busy building the village.

When everyone saw the carriage, they unconsciously stopped their movements and looked at the Weli family on the carriage with fear. They could also guess that the family on the carriage was probably the future owner of Fandoutun.

"What are you looking at! Do what you have to do!"

Old Yoll acted like a grumpy old man.

Upon hearing this, the villagers hurriedly continued the work at hand.

"You seem to have great prestige among these garrisons?"

Seeing this, Willie asked without a trace.

When Old Yoll heard Willie say this, his arm trembled unconsciously. He didn't know whether Willie was asking or implying that he had overwhelmed the prestige of the Tun Chief himself.

"Probably because I am older, all the people in the village..."

Before Old Yoer finished speaking, a broken ball suddenly flew over from a distance.

The ball hit the horse's head all of a sudden. The horse was suddenly shocked and shook it hard with the entire carriage.

Weili was quick-witted and grabbed Vilia who almost fell down.

"sorry……"

A few children covered in dust came from a distance, each of whom was three or four years old. The youngest seemed to be younger. When the children got into trouble, they quickly apologized. They did not know the Willie family in the carriage, but they all knew that Grandpa Old Joel was a strict old man.

"What are you doing!"
Chapter completed!