Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 1001 - 601: Governing 1 million citizens, painting the world! _2

Chapter 1001: Chapter 601: Governing 1 million citizens, painting the world! _2

"Your Highness, I heard of the High Priest’s news, and my heart is filled with immense sorrow. I wish I could trade my life for the High Priest’s life!... Your Highness, from this day forward, you are the highest-ranking Family Head of the Holy City lineage... please take care of yourself and do not easily take risks. With the elders and the High Priest passing one after another, the Lake Capital City is fraught with turbulence, and there is no one left to suppress it..."

"As a Samurai who has served the family for fifty years, I now kneel in respect, daring to offer you this advice: from this point onward, before you inherit the Alliance’s throne, please do not step into Lake Capital City even once! Several months ago, the High Priest gave me a letter to hand over to you at the appropriate time. As a matter of fact, the advice just given is also what the High Priest meant in the letter..."

"Hmm? Grandfather’s letter? Not to step into Lake Capital City?"

At this moment, Xiulote suddenly rose to his feet, his eyes flashing. He eagerly wanted to know what exactly was said in his grandfather’s letter, but given the current situation...

"Ah! When it comes to loyalty, it is still the Samurai who have served the family for generations that are the most reliable. It is precisely for this reason that I chose Elvi for the position of Legion Commander of the Long Snake army..."

After a moment, the drifting memories scattered in the fragrant Divine Smoke. Xiulote suppressed the restlessness in his heart, calmed his inexplicably fluctuating mind, and continued reading.

"Your Highness, as of the autumn harvest, the population of Zicao County is approximately 190,000, an increase of 80,000 from last year. Among them, 10,000 are young and strong Mexica migrants, and 70,000 are newly resettled Tlaxcala Tribes... The cultivated farmland in Zicao County is 1 million mu. Most of the immigrants arrived too late, missing the time for spring plowing. I have already sent Priests and Samurai to organize them in constructing canals and building granaries and thatched huts in villages for next year’s spring plowing..."

"This year’s rainy season has seen plenty of rainfall. The water level of Atoyac Lake has risen, submerging some riverside farmlands. Although the food production was reduced in the autumn harvest, it’s still enough to support the 80,000 newly resettled young men and women, providing them with grain until next year’s autumn harvest..."

Seeing this, Xiulote paused. He knew that in the two southern counties, in order to accommodate 200,000 Tlaxcala immigrants, food supplies would undoubtedly be tight. However, if these immigrants were successfully integrated and organized into farming and production... by the following autumn, both states’ grain harvest would see explosive growth!

"Hmm, some food must be gathered from the Capital Region’s granaries to supplement the two southern counties... The Fire River Plains has always been wealthy, perhaps a batch of food can be traded with the Colima Chief..."

After calculating over and over, the Kingdom’s food supply remains tight. The root cause is the Kingdom’s rapid population expansion, and the excessive consumption by the county legions. Yet, as long as they continue to plunder externally and continuously draw support from the Alliance, the Kingdom of the Lake can grow stronger at an exceptionally astonishing speed!

"In summary, Zicao County, with a population of 190,000, one in four to five are active workers, fields covering 1 million mu. Food is tight, needs to last until next autumn harvest..."

The migrated Tlaxcala captives are mainly young men and women. The ratio of active workers is naturally high, even reaching one in five. Similarly, it includes the southwestern Apal County.

"My supreme Sun, your servant Ezpan greets you! Your illustrious achievements in the eastern expedition have already spread everywhere under the heavens, reaching even the mountain regions in the southwest! Even the Colima Chief has sent an envoy to submit in tribute, along with another of his daughters... bowing low, swaying her grace, awaiting your illustrious campaign at any time..."

Seeing this, Xiulote raised an eyebrow, his body heating up slightly. He took a deep breath, savoring the invigorating Divine Smoke, and gently shook his head. Then, he solemnly skipped over the unimportant praise and directly sought the pivotal points.

"The sun shines upon the Apa Plain, making this year a bountiful one because of your radiance!... The newly reclaimed land is exceptionally fertile, and the harvest has exceeded expectations. The 10,000 Mexica immigrants who recently arrived have already been settled. While the 90,000 Tlaxcala people who have migrated in recent months are building villages and thatched huts."

"...In Apal County, there are already 210,000 people and over eighty farming villages. The terrain here is broad, with ample arable land. Each farming village houses about four thousand people, just right for housing a large banner team... If you come here, you will surely be satisfied with the neatness of the villages!... Thousands of tribespeople are basking in your glow, ready at any time to offer you everything they have..."

"This year’s spring plowing covers over 1 million mu. The grain produced is ample enough to supply the new immigrants. With the Chief Divine as witness! By next year’s spring plowing, the number of cultivated mu in the county will at least double!"

Seeing this, Xiulote nodded to show satisfaction. However, he knew that given Ezpan’s character, the report would surely contain some exaggerations. Apal County harbors so many immigrants, supplying both food supplies and preparing sowing grains—food supplies must certainly be very tight.

"Apal County, population of 210,000, one in four to five are active workers, fields covering 1 million mu. Food needs to be imported..."

At this point, Xiulote pondered for a moment before pulling out a scroll again. Suppressing the heat in his heart, he patiently wrote a letter with respectful tone to the Colima Chief, arranging a grain trade. Transporting grain from the Fire River Plains to the Apa Plain covers a distance of about three to four hundred miles, roughly equivalent to deployment from Capital City Qinchongcan.

"Hmm, the reports from the four counties have all been reviewed. Qingqiu County was just established; it’s too far away, and there’s no latest report yet."

"The Northern Land has always been barren, and even after incorporating all Otomi People from Pamus State and accommodating several thousand south-migrating Canine Descendants tribes, the population barely reaches 100,000. Regarding arable land, the estimated area is less than 800,000 mu with yields lower by twenty percent compared to the South... The only advantage of the Northern Land is the abundance of tribal armies, with cheap recruitment and maintenance!"

Xiulote recalled for a long time and then picked up the pen to note down again.

"Qingqiu County, population 100,000, one in four are active workers, fields 800,000 mu. Guard against White Disaster of the Wilderness, accommodate Northern tribes..."

After a busy day, he finally finished reviewing the documents from the five counties. Xiulote stood up, drained a cup of honey tea prepared by soft hands, feeling a surge of warmth in his chest. Then, he unfolded the kingdom’s map, traced his hand in the air, his spirit soaring high.

"Rivermouth County, 260,000 people; Capital Region County, 450,000 people; Zicao County, 190,000 people; Apa County, 210,000 people; Qingqiu County, 100,000 people... The domain of these five counties sprawls north and south, and together, they form a grand nation of 1.2 million people!"

"These 1.2 million people are mostly integrated into the kingdom’s military system! There are no encumbrances from traditional nobility, no decaying Priestly Family... The majority of the outdated superstructure has been cleaned away by my hands over the years! Everything in the Kingdom is vibrant, advancing, and ready to conquer!"

Xiulote’s voice paused, he spread his arms, standing tall and proud. The passion of a King stirred in his chest, and the taste of power was like the finest aphrodisiac for a man, invigorating his blood. At this instant, a stronger desire rose in his heart, to sweep through the inner and outer dominions of the Alliance, and encompass the entire world!

"Haha! My will shall be enacted throughout the Kingdom! These 1.2 million people will farm for me, labor for me, fight for me, and none will dare defy me! I will steer them forward, unfalteringly, just like..."

"Your Highness~..."

A passionate call suddenly echoed from beside the King, carrying a trembling allure, like the whisper of a white fox. The Highness turned his head, only to see Nashu’s bowing waist, alabaster and slender, and her alluring eyes as delicate as silk, almost dripping with seduction.

Xiulote paused slightly, took a deep breath, his eyes immediately tinged with red. Then, with a ferocious expression, he suddenly extended his large hand like a pouncing Jaguar, grabbing the jade beauty and with a "bang", placed her onto the map of the world. Then, the young Fierce Tiger leaned down, emitting a suppressed yet jubilant low growl from deep within his throat.

"Roar!... Unhindered forward, penetrating thoroughly, is the will of the King! Just like right now, painting upon the world!"