[Greek Mythology] Penglaiji Construction Team

The irrigation ditches have not been fully dug.

Fang Chengmu became more careful.Arrange for those who dig the canal to start digging back from the river, and they will know their own routine.

Just like this, you have to hoe here and hammer here, so that they don't know what to do.It wasn't until dawn that I saw that there was an additional irrigation channel on the ground, and then I respected it.

Taking advantage of the dark moon and windy night, Fang Chengmu rolled up his sleeves and prepared to dredge the ditch.

There are still people at night.

Pandaros sent to watch over his slaves.

The three slaves took turns on duty, and at least two pairs of eyes watched his every move.

Even though Fang Chengmu was holding an umbrella in his hand, it was hard for him to show his true abilities.The only way is to swing a hoe one by one like those ordinary farmers.

The slaves were bound to work in the fields, and they didn't know what Fang Chengmu was doing.He only thought that this man ran out of food in the fields, so he had to go to the wild mountains to dig grass roots to eat.

A poor yeoman is not as good as a slave to a rich family.At any rate, a few watchers had a piece of dry biscuit in their hands, and while eating, they lamented like their masters, that a down-and-out king is not as good as a chicken.

The king who hoeed came up to them with his hoe.

They looked at the hoe in Fang Chengmu's hand, and they were still a little scared.Although there are three of them.

The law of Troy forbids slaves to kill freedmen.In other words, as long as Fang Chengmu didn't beat them to death with a hoe, they couldn't fight back.

At this moment, they finally remembered that they were the lowest animals in the entire city-state, and they ran fast.

Fang Chengmu stopped them: "Why are you running, it's good for you."

Several slaves stopped immediately.

It's not because they want Fang Chengmu's benefits.Instead, according to the kingdom's law, when the free people call the slave to stop, the slave must stop.Their essence is property, they are dead things, and they shouldn't be alive and kicking.

But apart from the masters of the slaves themselves, no one else has the right to ask the slaves to do things.

So Fang Chengmu called to stop, and it was impossible to call them to help dredge the ditch.

"You really don't want to lead one to General Pan's field?"

Fang Chengmu happened to dredge to the edge of Pandaros's farmland.

He asked twice, and the slaves were unmoved.

"Believe me, if you want to lure them over, General Pan will definitely reward you well."

The slaves were still not interested at all.

Fang Chengmu actually doesn't know much about Troy's slave mentality.All of them belonged to Pandarus, no different from the cattle and sheep in the field.Can you imagine cows and sheep digging canals for their rewards?

Fang Chengmu had no choice but to ignore them.He dug his own ditch, and he had no time to give Pandarus another.

June nights are short.Fang Chengmu finally dredged the ditch leading to his farm before dawn.

The trickling water passes through the mountains and ridges along the channel, and finally flows into Fang Chengmu's reservoir skillfully.

The route planned by the technology tree is really accurate, and the reservoir is exactly level, no more and no less.

Scoop a bucket of water into the pond for irrigation, and the water flow is just enough to make up another bucket.

The supply is endless, as long as there is no severe drought, the supply will not be cut off.

[Successfully dredged a ditch, reputation +3000! 】

The prestige needed to level up is getting more and more, and the unit of measure is getting bigger and bigger.Fang Chengmu is no longer as penny-pinching as before.He found that as long as the hard upgrade requirements were met, the prestige was often enough.

What he needs now is not reputation points, but real reputation.The popular prestige that can make him aspire to the throne of King Troy.

In order to achieve this goal, little King Penglai decided to... sleep.

That's right, sleep.

How can you let your neighbors come to steal water without sleeping?

How can they complain about the difficulty of carrying water far away if they are not allowed to taste the sweetness of fetching water nearby?

If you don't complain about the difficulty of carrying water from a distance, how can you accept the newly invented technology?

So the ancients said "govern by doing nothing", it is still very reasonable.

Fang Chengmu stretched at this thought, yawned and fell asleep sweetly.

He was awakened by the noise of people around him.

There are no large farmers like Dongtu on the Aegean Sea, and dozens of households on a flat land in the river valley are farming separately.Now these dozens of households are gathered around Fang Chengmu's pond, scrambling to steal his water.

Fang Chengmu deliberately coughed twice.

Stealing other people's property is a serious crime in the city-state.Maybe you have to hang it on the top of the city to show the public.Those who stole the water ran around and even threw the buckets containing the water on the ground.

Fang Chengmu patted the ashes on his body.Alas, it doesn't matter if you shoot or not.Ever since he came here pretending to be down and out, his image doesn't matter anymore.

The former king graciously told their neighbors: "If you want to get water, please feel free, and if you want to lead a stream to your fields, you can also ask me."

The neighbors are not slaves, they are very concerned about their fields.

Fang Chengmu is also very concerned about his ration: "One ditch is five wheat buckets."

"5 wheat buckets!"

Normally, the annual harvest is only 100 wheat buckets. It would be too embarrassing to dig a ditch with more than half a month's harvest.

Fang Chengmu settled the accounts for them: "It takes you one hour a day to go back and forth to fetch water, and more than 300 hours a year. More than 300 hours is equivalent to more than ten days. Why not dig a ditch and wait?"

Mathematics was also a rare wisdom in the city-state of Troy.Although everyone has ten fingers, not everyone can count them.

In their eyes, a person who can express mysterious numbers clearly and logically in a few sentences is considered very powerful.He said that it will be more than ten days, so it will be more than ten days.

Many farmers are ready to go back to harvest wheat to exchange ditches.

There are also some who are more flexible and do not want to change, calling on everyone: "We dug a lot of his ditches. We can also dig for ourselves."

The big guy reacted immediately.Yes, you can also dig one for yourself.

Everyone is enthusiastic.Apart from Fang Chengmu, they repaired their own ditches.

Fang Chengmu shook his head in disappointment.

He knew the farmers would definitely come back for him.

It is not an easy task to lead the water source from the river valley to the mountains. It is necessary to calculate the difference in terrain and to explore the geological and soil materials.It's not something that can be solved simply by digging a ditch.

If it weren't for the technology tree planning out the road map, Fang Chengmu wouldn't be able to dig it himself.

Fang Chengmu was very calm.

Sometimes it takes some setbacks for self-righteous people to develop a clear mind.

Fang Chengmu quietly watched them suffer.

Sure enough, some farmers dug hard all the way and broke their hoes, some dug halfway and found that the water could not flow through, and some managed to reach their own fields, and the water in the pond flowed out, draining the freshly grown Almost all the farmland was flooded, so we had to quickly fill in the soil to stop the flow.

Each family tossed for two days and one night, but none of them could dig well.

A group of people complained endlessly, if only they had listened to Fang Chengmu's words earlier.

They had no choice but to come back shyly and ask Fang Chengmu to help dig.

Fang Chengmu sat lazily on the makeshift bed piled up with straw: "It's fine if you want me to help, but you have to promise me one more condition."

Everyone was stunned. Could it be that the market price of digging a canal today is more than 5 wheat buckets?

It is definitely not Fang Chengmu's style to sit on the ground and raise the price.He didn't care about a few buckets of wheat at all.

He wants popular support and prestige.The best way to accumulate prestige is to become the leader of this group of farmers.To be the head of a peasant household, you must unite them into an organization.

Now these ravines and ditches are perfect tools to twist them into a ball.

Fang Chengmu stood up and pointed to Da Da, who had been dug scarred by them, and said: "The ditches you dug just now, some are right and some are wrong. We just bury the wrong ones and dig new ones."

It's a good idea, everyone agrees.After all, filling all the ditches is also a hard job.

Fang Chengmu said again: "In this way, everyone will dig the ditch together. We share the same waterway. We should also work together to protect it. From now on, everyone will take turns to clean it up."

In the past, everyone picked their own water, and never thought of twisting into a ball.Now irrigate the fields with water from the same ditch, and should also perform some common duties.

Fang Chengmu, who is most familiar with the ditches, of course became the leader of the small group.

Fang Chengmu marked the serial numbers of each household, and every morning he went to the mountain pass to write down the numbers on duty under the big tree.

Seeing the hardworking farmers, Fang Chengmu led everyone to his field to applaud him and thank him.

If any household refused to start work, a group of people surrounded his farmland aggressively and questioned him harshly.

In a short time, all the farmers knew how powerful Fang Chengmu was, and they all obeyed his justice.

Although the prestige value in the system has not increased, Fang Chengmu knows that his prestige in this area has definitely increased.

The slaves sent by Pandarus to monitor Fang Chengmu did not notice any changes.

In their eyes, Fang Chengmu just has nothing to do all day, taking a group of people to look at the ditch for a while, and going home to sleep for a while.

A few slaves don't care about the ditches.Anyway, I have been carrying water from the river for so many years, so let's continue to carry water.

Until Fang Chengmu was elected as the sports referee and stood on the rostrum that only Troy officials could stand on.

A sports referee is not a very important position.It also makes an appearance at the city-state sports meeting in early autumn every year, and has no real power on weekdays.

However, no matter how small the officials are, they are also elected by the citizens.Fang Chengmu didn't get many votes, but all the homeowners in the northeastern mountainous area voted for him, and that's why he was compared with candidates from other small tribes with less concentrated votes.

Pandarus looked at the king in exile in Troy in disbelief.

He changed into clean clothes, as if he was no longer the sloppy and down-and-out man he was half a month ago.

Pandarus wondered why he found a following of followers wherever he went.It is an exasperating scourge.

Pandarus is the general of Troy, and he has the right to challenge the election results of the Trojan Citizens Assembly.

He insisted on embarrassing Fang Chengmu.He signaled his entourage to speak: "The status of the sports referee is invalid. He is a foreigner who came into exile from Penglai since childhood, and is not our citizen."