Lowering his eyes, the Rong Tribe's leader thought, 'The crops are not ready to be harvested yet... That means Feng Xiyan has found a way to plant crops despite the drought.'
Raising his eyes, he looked at Feng Xiyan, Tuluo Cheng, and the generals' clean clothes and rosy faces. Even though they had bathed last night, the Rong Tribe's leader still felt like a beggar compared to them.
That morning, he had a brief conversation with the innkeeper and learned that two rivers outside the city could be used for bathing and irrigating the farmland.
'Since they have extra water for bathing and irrigation, they must have another water source for drinking. Providing food, water, clothing, and shelter for more than 200,000 people demonstrated Feng Xiyan's capability.'
After a moment of thought, the Rong Tribe's leader finally nodded at the other eight tribe leaders.
Witnessing their secret exchange, Feng Xiyan's smile deepened. 'It's a success.'
