After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

South of Death Valley.

Fifty thousand rural soldiers cut down trees and built bridges very quickly.

But no matter how fast it is, there are still three hundred miles from south to north!
Four days have passed, and the bridge has only been laid from the southern end to the first solid point in this swamp.

Only twenty miles away!

Su Mu, standing on this solid island, was worried.

Because it is extremely difficult to build a bridge in this swamp, it is not just about throwing the wood on the swamp, but also driving the wooden stakes downward, otherwise the wood will be easily stepped into the swamp and become useless. .

It has been a full day since Li Chenan and the others entered this swamp.

To lay this wooden bridge to the north... at this rate, it will take at least two months!
Two months later, the day lilies were cold!

Qin Rigang and Zhuge Buliang stood on both sides of Su Muxin. At this moment, Qin Rigang frowned and suddenly said:
"This situation is beyond our expectations. What I originally thought was a simple matter now seems to be quite difficult."

"The key is we don't have that much time."

He looked at Zhuge Buliang and asked:
"Brother Zhuge, can you summon more villagers from those villages?"

Zhuge Buliang was wearing a patched green short-stringed t-shirt, with a solemn look on his pretty face.

He pondered for a moment, "I thought that gathering more villagers wouldn't be of much use."

He pointed out: "Look, this bridge is only three feet wide. It can accommodate two people walking side by side. No matter how many people there are, they can't squeeze through."

"So even if more villagers are summoned, their role is to cut wood and resist wood... The problem now is not that, but that the piling work is too slow."

"It's better than this..."

Su Muxin turned to look at the scholar and asked, "Brother Zhuge, do you have any good ideas?"

"shipbuilding!"

Su Mu was startled, "Building a ship? Where is the ship going?"

This is three hundred miles of swamp!
There is water somewhere.

The water was not deep enough to sail a boat.

In addition, there is no water in more places, only slimy mud!
Besides, shipbuilding is not something ordinary people can do. It is a technical job!

Building a big ship probably takes longer than building a bridge.

So Su Muxin thought that Zhuge Buliang's words were not reliable at all. He was about to say more, but Zhuge Buliang waved his hand and said with a smile:

"This ship is not that ship!"

"General Su didn't know that when farmers harvest rice, they use something called a mixing bucket... It's square and not big. It's used to beat the rice. The rice falls into it and the straw is put aside."

"I mean, just build the simplest kind of boat... It's bigger than a mixing barrel and can transport about a hundred people at a time."

"These rural soldiers can make that thing. These [-] rural soldiers can build dozens of them in a day, and they can hold thousands of people!"

"As for sailing... the boat doesn't have to be on the water!"

He pointed to the muddy swamps: "I think the boat can also travel in such muddy areas!"

"There are trackers on the Yangtze River, so the boat can swim upstream."

"We can twist rattan sticks into ropes. Doesn't General Su have a few masters under his command?"

"Let them lead the way and drag the country soldiers over."

"The rest of the soldiers sat on the boat, and these country soldiers pulled the boat across like trackers. I thought we might be able to reach the other side within a few days!"

Su Muxin was stunned when she heard this.

He is a dignified Jinshi and a general who Ning Wuzu!
He didn't expect Zhuge Buliang to come up with such a whimsical idea!
He didn't know what a mixing bucket was, but he had heard the story of trackers pulling boats on the Yangtze River.

It seems to work!

But need to try. "Then first build a ship like what Brother Zhuge said... If this can be done, Brother Zhuge's talents should be reused by the regent!"

Zhuge Buliang grinned and shook his head:

"General Su praised me, and I am just a small scholar. I failed the exam five times. I have no other extravagant hopes in this life."

"However, if this move can be successful, I hope that General Su can make a wish for the 30 people outside Yanjing City in front of the regent!"

"Brother Zhuge, please speak!"

Zhuge Buliang raised his eyes and looked at the shirtless country soldiers who were working hard, and his face became desolate.

"We are all victims of the disaster. We came from all over the Beimo Road to build this Yanjing City just for a bite to eat."

"Now everyone has settled down outside Yanjing City... Although it is simple, they finally have another home."

"On weekdays, there is only one thing that the villagers talk about the most and are most afraid of!"

Su Muxin leaned over and asked, "Is it about taxes?"

Zhuge Buliang shook his head: "No!"

"Although those fields were cultivated by the big guys, everyone also knows that those fields belong to the officials. It is natural to cultivate the fields of the officials and pay taxes and serve. But if you can be exempted from taxes for a few years, this will For the common people, it is of course a great gift!”

Su Muxin frowned slightly: "Then what are the villagers afraid of?"

Zhuge Buliang looked at Su Muxin, as if he was a little embarrassed to say something, and seemed he didn't dare to say it.

But after a while, he still said it:
"General Su must have seen the large fertile fields."

"What the villagers fear most is that the government will reclaim these fertile fields and take back the fertile fields that are about to be fertile!"

"In this case... everyone's work will be in vain!"

Only then did Su Muxin understand.

The worries of these villagers are not unfounded.

Because this kind of thing is not new!
If the imperial court wants to take back the thousands of hectares of fertile land that these villagers have worked so hard to cultivate, all it needs is a piece of paper!

Just define the fields cultivated by these villagers as official fields!

For the government, this is a huge amount of income!
It’s still income without capital!
But for the villagers, what they lost was not only the labor they put in, but more importantly, the hope of their lives!
Even if they were employed by the government or a big landowner who colluded with the government, they would only receive a meager amount of food to satisfy their hunger.

If the government or a certain big landowner were more mean, there would be 30 villagers here!

Once a riot occurs, the consequences will be unimaginable!
Zhuge Buliang said such words at this moment because he was worried.

He is one of the victims, and he understands better than himself the serious consequences that will follow when the hopes of these victims are shattered.

Su Muxin suddenly bowed to Zhuge Buliang!
Zhuge Buliang quickly evaded: "General Su...!"

"Brother Zhuge, I will definitely bring your words to the regent!"

"You don't know our regent very well!"

"I believe that as long as the regent rescues the fourth princess safely, he will definitely meet you!"

"In front of him, just speak frankly."

"His mind is broader than you imagine, and not only can you get the results you want from his mouth..."

"It's even very likely that he will reuse you. It's time for you to show off your ambitions!"

Zhuge Buliang was uneasy, but felt that he was thinking too much.

He smiled brightly and waved his hand quickly, "I, I am a scholar!"

"You are wrong. The regent employs people in an eclectic way. You will know when the time comes."

"Now, please ask Brother Zhuge to lead the plan of sailing the boat in the swamp. Let us go to the north together, and you can see the regent with your own eyes!" (End of this chapter)