I became a heartthrob after wearing the white moonlight cannon fodder as the villain

It's okay to ignore it, why should I care.

When Chu Fengjue thought of this matter, he thought of Mahayana, and his head hurt even more.

How does this make him face the group of dolls who trust him so much?

Before leaving the house, he thought hard for a long time, and drew a portrait of Monkey King, preparing to give the children a popular science about the appearance of Mahayana Tianzun.

When painting, he repeatedly confessed: I didn't want to, I was forced to do so.

For the sake of my kindness, Dou Zhan Shengfo, you old man, don't be angry.

After finishing the painting, Chu Fengjue looked at it for a while, not to mention, his painting skills are still good for decades.

His painting skills are really good, after all, he is an artist turned design.

Drawing is a basic skill.

Chu Fengjue carried the queen's compassionate heart again, got into the carriage and left the palace.

The emperor didn't say anything when he knew about it. Since the last assassination, he had many more guards around him.

Chu Fengjue felt that he was doing good deeds, and he was not afraid that the dog emperor would know.

It was also his people who were saved, so if you ask him, he is also credited.

This time, when they went to Wayao in the north of the city again, Chu Fengjue received a warm welcome.

These refugees were able to eat and clothe themselves all thanks to Chu Fengjue's support.

They also gradually began to believe that there is Mahayana teaching and the existence of Mahayana deities.

Besides the gods, who would care about the lives of these refugees?

The untouchables are the untouchables, and they are at the bottom of the ancient ranks.

The dolls who had joined the teaching each held a wooden stick in their hands, and after playing with it in style for a while, they all surrounded Chu Fengjue.

First, the leader shouted long and shortly, and then showed their cudgel skills to Chu Fengjue.

Chu Fengjue asked them: "What is this?"

The leading doll replied: "This is our wishful golden cudgel!"

Chu Fengjue: ...

Heaven and earth!

But forgive me!

Well, the golden cudgel is the golden cudgel, as long as you are happy.

He observed the dilapidated house that had been swept clean by the tile kiln, and asked, "Where are you headed?"

The head of the family is He Yangliu, who is now the leader of their place.

The leader of the baby took him to He Yangliu's side, and ran to play stick again.

He Yangliu is resettling the new refugees, and the number of new refugees is increasing, and the tile kilns in this area are almost full.

Upon seeing Chu Fengjue, He Yangliu immediately bowed to him.

Chu Fengjue said: "Mr. He doesn't need to be too polite."

He Yangliu said: "When you see the leader, you should salute yourself."

Chu Fengjue: ...

He never dreamed that a religion he made up so casually would now have hundreds of believers.

Suppressing the collapse in his heart, Chu Fengjue said, "Mr. He, is there a hot spring nearby?"

He Yangliu said: "Yes, it is precisely because of the geothermal heat here that we choose to live here."

That's no wonder, when he came last time, he smelled a smell of sulfur.

Chu Fengjue nodded and said, "Okay, can you take me to have a look?"

He Yangliu smiled: "Why not? The leader please."

Soon, He Yangliu brought Chu Fengjue to a steaming pond.

Some women and children soaked in it to keep warm, and when they saw him coming, they immediately went ashore to salute.

Chu Fengjue signaled them to leave him alone, but everyone left the hot spring wisely and went back to Wayao to change clothes.

This time when Chu Fengjue came over, he brought winter clothes and rice as usual.

But to be honest, seeing more and more refugees gathered in Wayao, even if the queen took out all her belongings, it would be difficult to feed so many people.

He Yangliu counted, and now Wayao has gathered 796 refugees.

When there are too many refugees, troubles will arise.

Every day they drive away many people who commit violence for no reason, but tragedies still happen every day.

When there are too many people, a society will be formed, and the refugees will become a breeding ground for evil things if they are left alone.

Chu Fengjue thought for a while, and said: "You call some people who can read and write and can settle accounts, and then call a group of strong and strong women, and then call a group of patient and meticulous women, I have something to order."

He Yangliu didn't ask any more questions, so he went to gather the staff.

There are springs in the capital, which he knew early on.

Because there are hot springs in the palace, there must be many wild springs in the suburbs.

It is said that this tile kiln used to be a place where high-ranking officials and nobles raised pets. Later, the nobleman was confiscated, and this place was also ransacked and destroyed.

Although there is only one tile kiln left, it has become a shelter for refugees.

It is because of the hot spring that many refugees want to spend the winter here.

A hot spring is a good thing. First of all, its surrounding environment is warm. Build a grass shed around it, or dig a cellar a little farther away.

With geothermal heat, it is a greenhouse.

Chu Fengjue asked Daji: "The favorability value can be exchanged for something?"

Daji said: "What do you want to change? I advise you to put all your thoughts on doing tasks, and don't do those things that you have and don't have."

Chu Fengjue said: "Isn't it for doing the mission? This is the sequelae of doing the mission!"

If it wasn't for the task of clearing the queen, how could I make up the Mahayana teaching?

How could I owe so much debt if I hadn't compiled Mahayana teachings?

Daji was unmoved, and said: "Hehe, you can choose not to help the queen anymore, after all, she is not a character in the main plot."

Chu Fengjue was at fault, after all, he couldn't bear to see such a little beauty worrying over there.

Daji knew that every time this time, he would get sperm in his head.

In the end, I couldn't hold back and said a few more words: "I didn't say that your host is big, these women belong to the emperor, it's useless for you to worry about it!"

Chu Fengjue said firmly: "I didn't think about it, I just cared for them in a humanitarian spirit."

Daji has a headache, he has never encountered such a host in hundreds of years.

Soon, He Yangliu brought a group of people over.

There are not many who can read and write, only four in total.

The strong young man found dozens of them, which was enough.

A dozen or so women stood silently by the side.

Chu Fengjue said to He Yangliu: "Find some shovels and dig a deep pit 20 meters square here, about... two or three meters deep!"

He Yangliu nodded and led the crowd there.

Chu Fengjue asked Daji again: "When will my mobile phone be spelled out?"

Daji said: "There are still two tasks left. If you work harder, you will already be using your mobile phone."

Chu Fengjue said: "No hurry, no hurry, I will do the task when I get back tomorrow."

As he spoke, he took out another ingot of silver and handed it to He Yangliu: "Send someone who can read and write, take my badge, and go to the city to buy seeds. Ten catties of leek seeds, ten catties of mung beans, ten catties of soybeans , ten catties of garlic, and a bolt of linen."

He Yangliu took the silver and replied, "Yes, Master."

This title really made him extremely painful, but it was not easy to correct.

Had to acquiesce.

He then asked several women: "Are there any sisters who know how to weave?"

A little girl stood up and replied, "Believers know how to weave."

Chu Fengjue looked at the little girl, and said to Daji in the system: "Don't tell me, this little lady is quite pretty."

Daji:……

Color embryo!

He felt that sooner or later Chu Fengjue would die at the hands of a woman.

But fortunately, he has no peach blossoms in his life, and it is precisely because of this that he was chosen by the main god.

Chu Fengjue said: "Okay, I don't need this for the time being, all sisters know how to farm, right?"

The women responded one after another.

Chu Fengjue said again: "Does every household have wooden basins and barrels?"

There are a few that should be, after all, when fleeing for refuge, few of them bring wooden basins.

Those who brought wooden barrels were because they carried a load to pack their luggage.

After a while, more than a dozen wooden barrels were placed on the open space in front of me.

Chu Fengjue smacked his lips and said, "Not many! Do you want to buy some more?"

But He Yangliu said: "My second uncle is an old carpenter, and he is good at making pots. Master, do you think he can get you some wooden pots?"

Chu Fengjue waved his hand: "You guys plan this slowly in the future! I don't have time today, so I can only tell you the method first."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not quite understanding.

Chu Fengjue only said that we can talk about it after buying things in the afternoon.

In one morning, everyone dug the cellar and put up the roof.

A skylight is left for lighting, but it is warm as spring when you go in.

Several workers involved in digging the cellar came out and said, "It's too hot, it's too hot inside."

Chu Fengjue smiled: "It's indeed hot, but it's dark and humid inside, so it's actually not suitable for people to live in."

Everyone nodded, and Chu Fengjue led He Yangliu down the cellar.

He took off his cloak and handed it to Quan Fu behind him, and said, "Let them fill the basin with water from the bottom, and weave a grate of about the same size on top."

Everyone was busy again, and when they were done, they carried the dozen or so pots of wooden barrels into the cellar.

After all this work, the seeds were bought back.

Chu Fengjue pointed to the open space in front of him and said: "Here, sprinkle the leek seeds, here, press the garlic cloves. Spread the cage cloth on the grate on the basin, pour the wine with water, then spread a layer of mung beans, and sprinkle water after spreading. Remember , you need to sprinkle warm water, but the temperature can’t be too high. Just take...the entrance is not hot as the standard, and it’s better to lower it.”

He Yangliu still nodded, but was very puzzled: "Master, in winter... can we grow things?"

Chu Fengjue smiled: "Yes, as long as it can be planted, you will have food to eat. If it succeeds, dig a few more cellars."

The geothermal heat here is relatively high, in the trough, and there are hot springs.

Presumably, the probability of success is not small.

He Yangliu nodded, called a few careful women, and began to weave the grate and cut the cage cloth with linen.

On the hillside not far away, Xuan Mingye straddled his horse and asked the attendant beside him, "You said he bought the seeds?"

The valet replied, "Yes."

Xuan Mingye asked again: "Did you dig a deep hole?"

The valet replied again: "Yes."

Xuan Mingye looked at the vast snow country and said, "Grow vegetables in winter?"

He sneered lightly: "Whimsical."

The attendant was silent, Xuan Mingye said again: "He ran around before his injury healed, I think his physical strength is too good."

The valet didn't dare to say anything, just led the horse.

But the man immediately sneered again, and read slowly: "The country is so... so delicate? If you don't plot the country, what do you care about those refugees?"

But the attendant hesitated and said: "His Royal Highness Concubine Chu seems to have said something...he who wins the hearts of the people wins the world."

Xuan Mingye's pupils trembled slightly. For some reason, what this seemingly humble man said occasionally always surprised him.