At this moment, the herdsmen who were originally panicked and thought they were going to die suddenly realized that these uninvited guests who suddenly broke into their lives were not here to take their lives.

However, when they heard the woman in front of them ask them to give up the freedom they had always enjoyed and become citizens of Da Xia from now on, they couldn't help but feel a wave of turmoil in their hearts.

For these people who have roamed freely on the vast grasslands for generations and regard freedom as the most precious thing in life, such a request is really unacceptable.

In the silence, a figure slowly walked out.

He was an elderly man, his steps were a little unsteady, as if every step carried the weight of time.

Those turbid eyes revealed deep vicissitudes and endless helplessness.

The old man raised his head, stared at Ye Zifen, and said in a trembling voice: "Princess of Daxia, if we agree to become Daxia people, can you spare the lives of us?"

Faced with the old man's earnest questioning, Ye Zifen's eyes became more determined.

She straightened her body and responded loudly: "Old man, please rest assured! As long as you abide by the rules and regulations of Daxia from now on, I can assure you that I will treat you equally and fairly as I treat other Daxia citizens."

The old man stood there quietly, as if time had stopped.

He was silent for a long time, his eyes slowly moved away from the front, then slowly turned around and looked at the group of tribesmen behind him who depended on him for survival.

Among those tribesmen were beautiful young girls, whose pretty faces were now shrouded in confusion; and there were also some young children, whose innocent eyes revealed deep uneasiness.

The old man looked a little hunched. He slowly turned around and turned his gaze back to Ye Zifen.

His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and his voice was unusually hoarse: "We... We are just ordinary herdsmen. We have worked diligently all our lives, and all we want is a stable and peaceful life."

After saying this, the old man trembled slightly and closed his eyes, with an indescribable fatigue and helplessness on his face.

Ye Zifen looked at the weathered old man in front of her and nodded solemnly, indicating that she understood his request. She said softly, "Please rest assured, Daxia will definitely give you the kind of life you want."

However, the old man did not show much joy or excitement about this promise. He just sighed deeply and murmured to himself: "I hope... I hope it will be so."

At this time, the surrounding herdsmen lowered their heads after hearing the conversation between the old man and Ye Zifen.

Their hearts are also filled with fear and confusion about the unknown future, not knowing what awaits them.

But at this moment, faced with powerful forces and unchangeable reality, there seems to be no better way out except to compromise.

At that moment, Ye Zifen gave the order without hesitation, her voice firm and powerful: "Unload all the goods that are loaded on the car!"

Her eyes were fixed on the front, as if she had already seen what would happen after the plan was implemented.

This order quickly spread throughout the caravan, and people took action and carried out the task in an orderly manner.

Before long, the mountains of items that had been piled up on the trucks were unloaded one by one and placed on the open grass.

Ye Zifen’s purpose is very clear, she wants these herders to live under her supervision, and their every move cannot escape her eyes.

At the same time, the members of the caravan were not idle either.

They chose a suitable location not too far from the herders and began to busily set up tents.

Everyone was working together, some were carrying the supports, some were fixing the ropes, and others were laying the furs. The scene was bustling with activity.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew across the vast grassland, and the wind was extremely fierce.

The sound of the wind was like the angry roar of a wild beast, making people's ears buzz.

However, the caravan did not stop their work, but instead sped up their pace.

It is worth mentioning that the tents they use are made of double-layer sheepskin, which not only have excellent warmth retention performance but are also sturdy and durable.

In comparison, the tents where the herders live appear much simpler.

When the herdsmen looked at the tents set up by the caravan from afar, there was an expression of great envy in their eyes.

Because in the past, only tribal leaders were qualified to enjoy such high-quality tents, but now these outsiders can all live in such luxurious residences. How can they not be yearning for it?

On this vast grassland, the wind roared like an angry beast, carrying sand and dust rampantly.

The sky was as gloomy as if it was covered with a layer of thick ink. Thick dark clouds were pressing down overhead, and it seemed that a heavy rain would pour down at any time.

However, in the face of such extremely harsh weather conditions, the members of the caravan did not show even the slightest intention of retreating.

They were all agile and quick in their movements, busy carrying all kinds of heavy goods.

The dazzling array of items was dazzling: thick and soft blankets, shiny new pots and pans, and bags of grain with full grains and a faint fragrance... All of these things attracted the attention of the surrounding herdsmen.

The herdsmen opened their eyes wide, with a light of desire flashing in their eyes, which was as dazzling as the brightest stars in the night sky.

Their rough and cracked hands clenched unconsciously, as if they could touch the coveted treasures as long as they stretched out their hands.

The women hugged their children tightly, fearing that the strong wind would blow their beloved babies away.

They dared not take their eyes off the goods for a moment, their eyes were full of expectation and yearning.

The men frowned, their lips tightly closed, and no one knew what they were secretly thinking about.

"Hey! Everyone, work harder!" a big man in the caravan shouted loudly.

After hearing the shout, the other team members responded, "Okay!"

For a moment, shouts one after another resounded through the sky, breaking the deathly silence brought by the strong wind.

Everyone worked together to put the heavy cargo in order.

Although each box was heavy, it seemed light in their hands.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slid down their foreheads, soaking their thin clothes.

The strong wind was still raging wildly, making sharp and piercing whistling sounds.

It tried to use its powerful strength to stop the caravan's progress, but all its efforts were in vain.

The members of the caravan were like a group of fearless warriors, moving forward towards their destination with determination.