[Greek Mythology] Penglaiji Construction Team

Fang Chengmu really wanted to hit someone, especially the Dionysus who spread rumors.

He was not defiled, not at all!

Apart from being dirty all over, and his clothes were a little torn, he didn't feel any pain at all, and the waistbands of his trousers were all tied up properly!

Fang Chengmu waved his fist to see who would dare to spread rumors.

The chattering crowd of onlookers backed away in fright.

They have long heard that the king of Little Penglai is brave and good at fighting, even the God of War may not be able to defeat him.

On the back of the fallen king's hands are written square characters, one on the left and one on the left.

Achilles, who loves Chinese culture, is probably the only one who can write Chinese characters in a radius of hundreds of miles.

Apparently Achilles wouldn't scribble on Fang Chengmu's hand, it must be instigated by that bastard Dionysus.

The back of the left hand, hidden.

The back of the right hand, forbearance.

"Forbearance!"

Fuck the tolerance of your Olympus family!

Fang Chengmu scolded, but he still agreed with Dionysus' strategy in his heart.

Back then he had shown his prowess in front of the entire Trojan army, but now if he pretended to be completely devastated, the Trojans would never accept him.

Forbearance, forbearance, forbearance...

Fang Chengmu took a deep breath, pretended to be tripped, and fell to the ground.

The onlookers of Troy were startled at first, and then burst into ear-piercing laughter.

"He's really been robbed of the source of his power."

"Unexpectedly, the little Penglai king with great military exploits would be here today."

After all, the Trojans have no grudges against Fang Chengmu, they just have a taste of the impermanence of fate.

Suddenly Fang Chengmu was kicked in the ass.

Fang Chengmu's health bar was thick and he was not injured by the kick.In order to make his acting more realistic, he still rolled along with the kick, his face and body were covered in mud, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Fang Chengmu looked up at the person who kicked him.

Is a familiar face, or his former subjects.

Yes, it was Pandaros who took the lead in opposing the intermarriage between male nobles and female slaves.

Pandarus failed to complain to the sun god, and was cursed never to speak.

Later, there was no way to prevent Xiao Penglai's man and woman from falling in love, so he simply jumped into the sea secretly, and returned to the city of Troy across the Hengchuan Strait.

He used to be a nobleman of the Kingdom of Troy, and he is still a nobleman after returning.

When he returned to Troy, he had a group of slaves and followers again, and he was much more prestigious in Troy than in Little Penglai.

As soon as he heard that Fang Chengmu was in trouble, he would of course rush to avenge him.

Pandarus still could not speak.His mind followers can guess.

Several small slave owners pointed at Fang Chengmu who was lying on the ground and chattered.

"See, the king of Little Penglai wants to make slaves masters, but he himself becomes a slave."

"No one wants him to be a slave like this now."

"You have to moo twice to General Pandaros, maybe the general will be willing to raise your lame cow for nothing."

Pandarus was proud of the spring breeze. He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

He raised his foot and made a kicking motion.

What he meant was that he was an aristocrat among nobles, and kicking such lowly people would only insult his identity.

You should teach him a lesson for me.

The little slave owners all wanted to curry favor with General Pandaros, and greeted him with fists and kicks graciously.

They grabbed Fang Chengmu's hair and clothes, and received countless punches on his body and face.

Fortunately, I asked the owl hovering in the sky to deploy a transparent shield in advance, otherwise I would really hurt them.

The friction of the fight had blurred the square characters on the back of Fang Chengmu's hand, so Fang Chengmu had no choice but to say silently in his heart: "Forbearance, forbearance."

How can you be bullied without bleeding.Fang Chengmu had no choice but to bite his lower lip, and then wiped it on his nostrils, as if he had been beaten to blood.

The thugs beat him sorely and his back ached. They stopped and cursed, "Peter is thick, boy."

The corner of Pandarus' mouth curled up in a sinister arc.

The rotten ship still has a three-point nail, not to mention a down-and-out hero.It seems that if Fang Chengmu is to be killed, he must take out his bow and arrows blessed by the Sun God.

Pandarus stretched out his left hand, and the followers who surrounded him immediately handed him the bow; then spread out his right hand, and offered him a sharp arrow respectfully.

The noble who had been humiliated in Little Penglai now wants to use his bow and arrow to avenge his shame.

This is a bit difficult for Fang Chengmu.

Don't block the arrows, the arrows blessed by the sun god will cause serious injuries if they pass through.Block the arrow, wouldn't it expose his strength?

Fang Chengmu thought for a moment and decided to adopt the third method.

He got up tremblingly, and shouted: "Pandarus, I know one of your secrets."

Pandaros's drawn bow was slightly loose.

He was dumb, and his entourage asked for him: "What secret do you know about our general?"

"Do you want to hear your general's secret? Why don't I tell the whole city to hear it?"

Followers are speechless.

Pandaros snorted disdainfully, and drew his bow fully again.

The entourage immediately understood: "Our general said that this is just your trick, he will not be fooled. How wise the general is!"

Fang Chengmu didn't scare him, and calmly provoked him: "Pandarus, you have Apollo's arrow in your hand, but I have no power to restrain a chicken. Don't you even dare to listen to me?"

Pandaros is a nobleman who cares about face.He put down his bow and arrow again, and waved for Fang Chengmu to come and listen to him.

Fang Chengmu didn't lie this time, he really knew the secret of Pandaros.

He whispered in Pandarus' ear, "Your lover's handkerchief is buried under the third olive tree on the right side of the door."

Pandarus' eyes widened.If he can open his mouth, he must ask how do you know.

Thanks to the newly unlocked tech tree.

There are not only hard technologies such as mining and metallurgy on the technology tree, but also soft technologies such as supervision and education.

Fang Chengmu casually used his accumulated reputation to light up a technique that he was not familiar with—poem picking.

During the two weeks in Dongtu, the imperial court set up a poetry collector, who rang the wooden bell all the year round to collect rumors and public opinions.The collection of poems assembled became the famous "Book of Songs" later.

Fang Chengmu didn't need to arrange anyone to collect poems.After the skills are activated, the owl, who has nothing to do all day long, will travel to various households in Xiaopenglai to work as a poetry collector.

Girls who were born as slave girls could not recite poetry.Under the influence of male aristocrats, he more or less understands the rhythm of poetry.But they really didn't understand the beautiful words of the gods, so they put what they saw and heard at the master's house in the past into rhythm, and sang and laughed with each other.

Fang Chengmu has heard a lot, and he knows more or less what happened to every household in Troy.

"I also know that you have more than one lover."

Fang Chengmu's words terrified Pandarus.His wife was a shrew, and if she found out what he was doing outside, she would definitely strip him of his skin.

Pandaros clenched his fists.He was warning that if he dared to speak out, he would smash Fang Chengmu's head.

Fang Cheng Muyun patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Don't worry, I won't talk nonsense. But you have to give me a bite to eat. You can't really make the king a slave."

Pandarus gestured to Fang Chengmu to follow him.

Nobles with a sense of honor always keep their word.As long as Fang Chengmu doesn't expose his shortcomings, Pandarus is willing to exchange a piece of land.

But he hated Fang Chengmu after all, the field given to him was a piece of barren land between the hillsides, and it took half a day to walk to the river to fetch a bucket of water.

Pandarus specially sent a slave to keep an eye on Fang Chengmu's field every day.Just wait and see how this destitute king died of exhaustion in the drudgery of labor.

Fang Chengmu acted like a normal person.All day long, I just pick some early-ripening barley and cook rice to satisfy my hunger, and occasionally go hunting in the mountains and forests, and do nothing else.

Pandaros looked secretly delighted.It seems that Fang Chengmu still doesn't know the organization of the field.Now the field is growing well, only because Pandaros has many slaves and sufficient water supply.When this harvest is over, he will be hungry.

Suddenly one morning the slave reported: "The desolate king has divided all the wheat in the field!"

Pandarus told the slave to repeat it.He was sure he had heard correctly.

He immediately thought of a possibility that Fang Chengmu must have brought little Penglai's wheat field seeds.

Pandaros had seen the wheat fields of Little Penglai grow rapidly, and their wheat fields were deeply blessed by the God of Ceres.

But since the god of grains caused Troy to suffer heavy losses last time, Ares, the god of war, has torn his face with the god of grains.From then on, Olympus issued a ban, never allowing the God of Crop to intervene in Troy's agriculture.

Pandarus became interested.If he could catch Fang Chengmu asking for help from the God of Five Grains, he would definitely punish him severely in the name of violating the ban.

Pandarus came with his entourage to investigate the situation.

In Fang Chengmu's field, there are only some bare wheat stalks left, and the newly ripened barley in the middle of the year is distributed to the surrounding farmers.

Pandarus stared intently at the field of wheat.If the plucked ears of wheat grow wildly, the magic power of the god of grains will be confirmed.

Several farmers came over with hoes on their shoulders and begged: "Heroic general, please let me go. We want to dig the ground under your feet."

Pandaros didn't care, he just stared at Fang Chengmu's wheat field.

From morning to night, I still didn't see the ears of wheat growing.

On the contrary, there are many people coming and going to dig the soil.After a long time, the ground under his feet was full of ravines.

Pandarus asked his followers, "Who told you to dig ditches?"

The farmers reported Fang Chengmu's name.They were willing to dig ditches for Fang Chengmu because Fang Chengmu gave them the ripe wheat as a reward.The last disaster caused by the God of Five Grains has not yet passed, and everyone needs to stockpile food.

As for what to dig, no one knows.

Pandarus stood impatiently, leaving a few slaves to stare, and went home to sleep by himself.

The moonlight was cool, and every family went home to rest like Pandarus, only Fang Chengmu was still sitting in his wheat field.

He has no home when he first arrives, and this wheat field is his foothold.He seemed to have returned to the desolate situation he had just been living on an isolated island.In fact, it is not the case. After his homeland has been promoted to the third level, he holds a technology tree far beyond this era.

Irrigation is the top priority of agricultural production.Of course Fang Chengmu wanted to light it up.

With his current level, he can only light up the first form of the irrigation series, drainage irrigation.

Drainage means digging ditches to divert water from the source.

It sounds easy, but it is very difficult to do.The river valleys are low-lying, while most of Troy's farmland is high up in the mountains.In order to lead the water from the low place to the high place, it is necessary to design the route cleverly and make good use of the potential energy of the water flow.

After the drainage technology is turned on, Fang Chengmu can see the drainage line calculated by the system under the moonlight.

Start from the river, go around to the south of the mountain, and trickle down from the west.

The end of the line is his family's wheat field.