stand back, let me come

Chapter 1113 1113: Perpetual motion machine for building a house [please vote]

The area with Shannan County as its core once belonged to Gu Ren, and the people within it were all loyal. After Shen Tang took over these places peacefully, in consideration of Gu Ren's face, he treated Gu Ren's old tribe politely, and exempted the common people from taxes for one year. All the more stringent policies were implemented here after careful consideration.

As a result, the common people had a very good impression of Shen Tang.

Indeed, he was as famous as the late Lord Gu Gong as a benevolent lord.

Over time, this idea began to take root in people's hearts.

Especially for this war, no one is grateful.

Before Shen Tang, warlords fought either to rob people or to kill people. The two sides fought regardless of the occasion. Ordinary people who get caught up in this just treat it as bad luck and just wait to die. If you are lucky enough to survive and save a life, most common people will have to sell themselves if they can't survive. Being a slave is better than losing your life. These high-ranking officials and dignitaries who do not care about the fireworks of the world will not pay attention to their humble lives, and they even want the common people to sell themselves. If the common people don't sell their land and their lives, how can aristocratic warlords and their like have so many tenants?

You can't just make a living.

It is impossible to produce so many people just by relying on old tenant farmers.

In troubled times, everyone acquiesces to this unwritten rule.

Every day, you can see a group of muscular and strong soldiers clearing the ruins. These soldiers are both male and female, and each of them can carry things several times heavier than themselves and run around.

When the soldiers left, the clouds of despair did not dissipate.

The sounds of panic were mixed with the harsh cries of several children.

"Who dares to seek death without opening his eyes?"

Everyone hurriedly threw away the heavy objects in their hands, picked up the only farming tools in one hand to defend themselves, and picked up the children who were playing aside with the other hand. There were also women who wrapped the children in coarse cloth, and then bundled them on their backs. People fled. Someone in the crowd lost his footing and fell heavily. The rough and sharp stones scratched the palms of the hands, causing bruises, and the sharp pain spread throughout the body along the wounds.

Everyone obeyed.

There are also people who are barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes.

Until a childish voice penetrated the eardrums.

"What, the enemy is coming?"

Until someone nearby heard a noise.

Although there have been no wars in Shangnan County since Gu Ren's time, who doesn't have one or two distant relatives? These distant relatives had personally experienced the massacre of the city and knew what a terrifying hell it was! Just hearing the description will give you nightmares!

For a time, those who heard it felt anxious.

The child was tied to her mother's back and had no idea what was going on. While the adults were rejoicing that she had survived, she was looking around curiously, and was attracted by the taller house in the distance: "Mom, look, There is a house growing on the ground!”

The mother who was carrying her didn't respond at all.

Many people said in fear: "Someone is calling in -"

"It's just a matter of no trace."

For a time, there was a roar of wind.

He ran too slowly and fell again during the pushing.

Human nature is complex, and a group cannot be all good soldiers who obey orders and obey orders. When supervision is not strict, some people may not be able to resist the temptation of profit. The officials posted notices throughout the city, telling the whole city that if any common people found that their property had been misappropriated, no matter who the trespasser was, the government would severely punish them!

The soldiers came forward to ask and found out why they were rioting.

No matter what, your life is a piece of cake. If these bandits dare to steal your things, you will fight them! There are quite a few people who hold this idea. As a result, the situation developed beyond their usual understanding. These soldiers did pick up some valuable items under the ruins, but they did not keep them for themselves. Instead, he stepped forward to check the account, confirmed that they were the heads of the household, and asked them to take the things away.

"What enemy is coming?"

After a series of measures, the expected chaos did not happen. Even if it did, it was treated as a typical example to prevent some villains from wanting to make a fortune. After the first two days of chaos, people focused on rebuilding their homes.

"What are you doing?"

People who report it will also be rewarded.

This day was as ordinary as ever.

The child innocently patted his mother on the shoulder.

Shen Tang's soldiers and horses gave another answer in this battle. Not only did they not abandon the people in the city, but they evened out the few defenders to guide the people to retreat elsewhere. After the war, not only did they open official warehouses, they also squeezed out military pay from their teeth to provide the affected people with clean food and water that could sustain their survival. The people in the city thought this was good enough, but they didn't think there was anything better.

It was so important to escape that these people didn't have time to see their injuries. They hurriedly got up and limped to keep up with the flow of people.

It is impossible to seek death.

At the end, I don’t forget to remind you that wealth should not be revealed in vain.

Of course they know what it means to have a house growing out of the ground.

"Can these big soldiers help us?" The person who spoke was the most literate scholar nearby and was also recognized as the smartest one. "The bandits are like combs, and the soldiers are like grates! This is not to take the valuables first before robbing us." Did the guy take everything?”

"Mom, houses are really growing on the land! Look!"

The suppressed ordinary people looked at the few soldiers surrounding them, and their hearts grew colder. Although they were extremely frightened, they did not dare to confront them head-on, for fear that these soldiers and bandits who exposed their true nature would kill them. The soldier thought they understood and gave a brief warning: "Just do what you have to do, and don't spread any more rumors!"

But what if it’s a false accusation?

Several soldiers came to maintain order, but the crowd was in chaos and no one listened to what they said. In desperation, the warrior could only sink his anger into his dantian and exude power to suppress it. The method was rough, but the effect was outstanding, and the crowd became quiet.

The movement of the crowd here attracted the attention of the nearby soldiers.

"Even if there are enemies, my lord can kill them!"

Then make false accusations and sit down!

Everyone felt even more desperate.

Not all soldiers will be friendly.

It is nothing more than a wall to resist enemy attacks.

It is said that literary scholars/valiant warriors can raise a high wall with just a wave of their hands. In the eyes of children, isn't it like a house growing out of the ground? Everyone was too scared to look over there, but some were bold enough to take a glance. You won’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.

"Oh, the house has really grown!"

He hurriedly took pictures of the people around him: "Look, look!"

"Look, guys, it's really a house!"

"I'm not lying, it's such a luxurious house!"

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.

Everyone noticed that there were houses growing out of the fields in the distance.

Although it was far away and could not be seen very clearly, judging from the vague outline, this house was more luxurious and luxurious than their original old house. A row of snow-white walls and a row of black tiles, neatly arranged, are particularly eye-catching among the ruins.

Not to mention that young people have not seen it, and old people have not heard of it.

I almost rubbed my eyes out, but what I saw remained the same.

"The house has grown, the house has really grown..."

The house grew slowly at first, with one, two, or three rooms growing at a time. It took a long time each time. Later, the house grew faster. There were about ten rooms at a time. The stone bricks were piled up. It didn't take long. Then he began to build the beams and cover the roof with tiles.

"Is this, is this true?"

They heard from the most knowledgeable scholar nearby that that scribe could cause hallucinations by waving his hand. The scene they saw might also be fake. Reason tells them that it may be false, but they have uncontrollable delusions in their hearts.

"Are these houses for us to live in?"

He dared to ask because the house grew on their land.

There was an aunt beside me who immediately let out a sigh, her saliva splashing like water from a watering can: "You want to live with us? You don't even lower your head to see what you are doing? Do you deserve to live here?"

Ordinary wealthy landowners do not have such beautiful houses.

How dare they dream? "But those lands are..."

There is more than one person with the same thoughts.

Even if someone suggested: "Why don't you go up and have a look?"

"Yes, let's see if it's true or not!"

A few brave ones broke away from the crowd and approached the magical land where the president's house was. The others stood there and watched nervously, their eyes unblinking. In the blink of an eye, these audacious young people died suddenly on the spot.

The scene they feared did not happen.

Several young people arrived successfully.

The boldest one raised his hand and touched the white wall.

The cold, rough and hard feel is extremely real.

"it is true!"

Others gathered around and touched together.

After a while, a group of dirty fingerprints were left on the white wall, which was particularly dazzling against the background of the white wall. Someone immediately realized that something was wrong, and before they could speak to remind others, everyone was thrown into the sand, and the dark clouds above their heads were covered by something.

They turned around tremblingly, almost losing their minds.

What a pair of terrifying and cold snake eyes!

The huge snake head was bigger than the house behind them!

"What are you doing here?"

An impatient male voice came from above the snake's head.

Everyone tried their best to raise their heads to face the sun, and could barely see that the person speaking was a tall and strong man. With his head full of pigtails and his hands folded around his chest, he stands proudly high in the sky. Pointing to the paved stone road: "Everyone, stand over there, don't stand here and get in the way!"

The man exuded a terrifying aura.

Everyone almost rolled and crawled away from the stone pavement.

Seeing this, the man looked satisfied.

It made two squeaking sounds from its mouth, and the pupils of the giant snake under its feet showed a very human look, just like ordinary people rolling their eyes when they are impatient, and reluctantly sweeping away larger rocks on the ground.

One person and one snake were drowned in the rising dust.

Several people were left looking at each other with confused expressions.

Can someone please tell me what happened?

They were threatened by the giant snake and did not dare to move.

The land under your butt will not only grow houses, but also stone brick roads! Some of them worked as part-time workers in the houses of small landlords nearby. I remember that the floor of the lobby of the small landlord's house was just a neat mud floor, and the ancestral hall at the back house was paved with floor tiles.

Now, a street is paved with smooth and neat floor tiles.

The street is also very spacious.

Three carriages can pass in parallel.

The news of a house growing on the ground soon took wings and flew all over the inner city of the government. People came to hear the news, and the dark crowd stretched their necks to watch the excitement. In order not to affect efficiency, soldiers successively pulled out hemp ropes to isolate the crowd from the ropes.

The crowd was chattering, all talking about the house.

Not only ordinary people were alarmed, but Fang Yan's noble friends also came to see what was going on and were stunned at first glance. Let alone ordinary people, he has never heard of this scene! He immediately set off to find Fang Yan, but was told that Fang Yan was not there. Just as he was about to say goodbye regretfully, Fang Yan's bodyguard smiled happily when he saw the inscription on his waist. He enthusiastically pulled his sleeve and told him where Fang Yan was at this moment.

He hesitated: "Isn't this inappropriate?"

Doesn't it mean that Fang Yan has an important mission?

The guard had a mysterious smile on his face, even a bit flattering: "As you said, you are a close friend of my parents."

Old friends always feel that the other party is not holding it in well.

Curiosity still prompted him to go there.

After walking around, he found someone on the city wall. He struggled to climb up, but before he could stand still, he was pulled away by the stranger. The other person even said excitedly: "Let's go, another one, another one!"

Friend Fang Yan was confused.

What's another one?

Referring to yourself?

After being dragged along for a while, he passed through the crowds and saw the imageless Fang Yan he was looking for sitting cross-legged on the ground meditating. His face was pale, and he looked as if he had been drained of yang energy.

It wasn't just Fang Yan, there were more than 20 people sitting on the ground.

He had met a few of them, but not most of them.

Judging by his attire, he must be a civil servant in the military.

My old friend was shocked by this formation.

Couldn't help but secretly take a step back.

"what happened……"

Why do they all look exhausted?

Before the question could be asked, his alchemy palace also began to cause trouble. His Wen Qi became uncontrollably active and seemed to run out of his body. He hurriedly suppressed it, and Fang Yan's cold voice came to his ears: "Don't resist it, follow the guidance."

The old friend joined the meditation group with a confused look on his face.

He was forced to insert himself between Fang Yan and another unknown civil servant.

The civil servant had to move his buttocks and make room to the side. The old friend asked in confusion: "What on earth is going on?"

Fang Yan said: "Build houses and roads."

My old friend's forehead seemed to be flooded with question marks.

He even lost his temper and growled: "What?"

Fang Yan closed his eyes in despair.

It's not because Jimo Qiu suddenly became inappropriate and yelled at the scribes one after another. The efficiency was too low, and the remaining proportion of literary spirit was also high. So, he ran to slander the master and proposed that he should perform the formation and let the scribes be the eyes of each formation. Scribes who enter the range of the formation eye will have their literary energy drained away, ensuring that they are completely drained.

In order to achieve the effect of perpetual motion, he also suggested that everyone enter a state of cultivation, and he would guide the energy of heaven and earth to gather in the formation. The scribe absorbs the energy of heaven and earth and purifies it. The purified literary energy is then taken away by the formation for Shen Tang to use his spiritual spirit.

Inhale and exhale, in and out.

Their literary hearts become filters for the air of heaven and earth.

We have known each other for several years, but I didn’t know that Jimo Qiu still had this side!

Old friend: "...So, this is none of my business?"

He is not Shen Youli's subordinate.

In the end, Fang Yan told him, "Now that you've come, let him be safe", which almost made him so angry that the Three Corpse Gods jumped. However, he also grasped the key point: "Are those houses down there built like this?"

Fang Yan nodded: "Yes."

"What to do with the house?"

Fang Yan guessed: "Most of them are drawn based on household registration."

Each household has a serial number.

Drawing lots based on household registration is the fairest.

The old friend looked at the buildings below that were expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "This will cause big trouble."

Who doesn’t want to live in a luxurious new house?

He sighed: "Does Mr. Shen know that he is not worried about few but about inequality?"

Everyone has suffered from the war, so why do you still live in a low and dilapidated old house while half of them live in spacious and comfortable big houses? This is not fair! Unless it's torn down and rebuilt!

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Placed an order for a new mouse.

PS: There should be news about the second season of my physical book. The publisher has contacted Xianggu to prepare a special signing. To say it is a special signature, you need your signature and representative sentences in the text. For a moment, Shiigugu only thought of "prosperous military fortunes" and "long-term cultural fortunes." Let's see if there are any other ones you like? (Make it as short as possible so that the mushrooms can write less words.)