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In front of the gate of Xianguan Mansion, the open square and streets were crowded with crowds. At a glance, it was impossible to see through, and there were only black and dense crowds of people moving around.

People wore headscarves, carried hard dry food in their arms, and carried shovels and baskets behind them.

They came to Tiancheng from various villages and were exchanging news in whispers:

"Digging the river this time, can we really distribute pork every day?"

"I heard that in Hongfu County next door, pork can only be eaten during the Chinese New Year. When it comes to marrying a daughter-in-law, I am willing to take two air-dried hams."

Nowadays, if you want to describe a place as rich and prosperous, you can only come up with the dream of "eating pork every day" after exhausting your imagination.

The well-informed person continued:

"The ham looks hard, but in fact, it is thin and fat when cut into a thin slice. It tastes oily in your mouth, salty and fragrant. Take a bite and you will be hungry for a day. Also, when the couple got married, they had a banquet. Instead of boiling in water, they are all fried in lard, and the aroma of the oil lingers overnight."

The sound of swallowing saliva sounded one after another.

"What do you think the fried vegetables with lard taste like?"

"I don't know, we haven't eaten it, we just heard about it."

Someone muttered: "Mother, Hong Fu's life is so good, how much virtue he has accumulated in his previous life!"

Before the sound of drooling stopped, this statement was refuted:

"I'm from Huayan Village on the border. Listen to me. Hongfu's life is not easy this year. Both sides of the Heihe River were flooded and many people drowned. The fields were destroyed and the houses collapsed. The piglets have not yet grown up, and they are all alive. Charged to death."

"Dead people are floating in the river, and when they are caught, they are all swollen. The tax that the living should pay is still a lot."

The voice of envy and jealousy suddenly lowered and turned into a sympathetic lament:

"God, it's getting worse every year."

"The drought will die, the flood will die!"

People who have experienced suffering are more likely to empathize with the suffering of others.

"Don't cry and mourn. When we dig the river channel, the new fairy will cast a spell to bring the water in. From now on, there will be no floods in Hongfu, and we will not be drought."

"Yes, Qianqu now has Song Xianguan! The notice says that every village can have a canal, so our village won't have to travel ten miles to carry water."

The mountain road is rugged and difficult, the water truck is heavy, half of the water is sprinkled on the road, a little tired, the car overturns and people are injured, and there is not even half of the water left.

Ordinary villagers are in awe of Tiancheng and Xianguan, and dare not shout loudly.Therefore, although the crowd is dense, it is not noisy.

As soon as Zhou Xiaoyun left the house, she was immediately shocked by the scene.No wonder they were in the mansion and didn't hear any movement, so they thought no one was coming.

"Which township and village do you live in? Did you really volunteer to build the canal?" She asked the person at the front of the line.

The farmer rubbed his hands nervously, and asked her back: "Can repairing canals really make pork?"

The people around shouted: "How can you talk to the immortal teacher! Even if you don't send it, we are all willing to come!"

Ji Xing tried to dissuade some people, pointing to the sky: "Summer is here, the sun is getting bigger every day, and the work is very dry and tiring. The old people and children should go back first."

No one in the line moved.

Those men in their fifties and sixties look old from the vicissitudes of life, but they work in the fields as usual, and they don't feel that they are old people.

Those teenagers who were fifteen or sixteen looked immature, but some of them had already married and didn't feel like they were children.

Everyone thinks that they are "strong laborers" and they are working in their prime.

Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng had no choice but to announce triple standards based on height, weight, and age.

After sifting through the crops, those who left secretly regretted it.The remaining 2000 people gathered together and were unwilling to leave, racking their brains to recommend themselves:

"Immortal Elder chose me, I have good legs and feet, and I can run fast."

"Prince Immortal, I have a strong body and can carry four baskets of soil on one shoulder."

Ji Xing discussed with the four members of the chicken delivery team: "Why don't we split up into small teams and have a rotation."

Zhou Xiaoyun nodded: "Crop rotation and rest, don't delay the construction period."

Xu Kanshan said loudly: "No more screening. From now on, everyone will go to work according to the scheduled schedule, work for half a month, and rest for three days, just in time to go home and have a look, and bring the food and meat distributed to the family."

Everyone hurriedly agreed, but they were puzzled.

What is a Hugh Mu?Why can you still go home?

……

As early as 60 years ago, there was no clear boundary between Hongfu and Qianqu, and there was even a small market on the border between the two counties.

Residents exchanged food and cloth, salt and livestock there.There is no such thing as "Qianqu fugitives". There are girls from Qianqu who marry Hongfu, and men from Qianqu who marry back to Hongfu.

Later, Qianqu was hit by a catastrophe, and Hongfu's army sent people to build a city wall on the border and sent guards to suppress the riots.

The corpses of the fugitives were hung high above the city by the guards for the vultures and goshawks to share the food.

It was a nightmare.The weather was cold, blood flowed like rivers, and under the gray sky, vultures neighed and circled.

Now no one dares to smuggle.

The [-]-mile-long earthen city wall has become a steel monster that blocks the victims of Qianqu.

In front of the city is a desolate dead land, and behind the city is an untouchable vitality.

Liu Hongshan was standing on the top of the wall right now.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his posture straight.The warm summer wind was blowing in his face, blowing his white beard and gorgeous robes.

The sun was clean and warm, making him feel comfortable.

Outside the wall, thousands of miles of red land covered with thousands of canals, filled with sand and dust.Inside the wall, Hongfu is full of greenery and flooded with water.

Liu Hongshan sighed and said: "A day in the mountains, a thousand years in the world. Just a thought of the immortal family, the mortal world will be filled with vicissitudes."

"Good poetry!" Hongfu County Commander repeatedly praised, "You are simply a literary star!"

"You have a few more sentences." Liu Hongshan glanced at him lightly.

Si Jun scratched his head and scratched his head, and finally said: "If you don't see the thousand canals, Hong Fu entrusts you with great blessings."

"Not bad!" Liu Hongshan smiled with satisfaction.

Seeing that he was in a good mood, Si Li took the opportunity to say:

"Tie Sanniu of Hexi Village presented a 'Water Control Map'. He claimed to have observed the water volume of the river for 30 years, traveled all over the banks, and drew this map. He is willing to help you rebuild dams and straighten the river..."

Liu Hongshan's smile faded: "Didn't the relief food be distributed? Not enough?"

"Yes, enough to eat, but I don't know next year—"

Liu Hongshan interrupted again: "Will the waterlogging delay this year's temple worship?"

"This, this will not delay." Si Li said in a low voice.

"Then why should I let this fairy see?!"

Si Li was sweating like rain, and Nuonuo said, "I'll drive them away right away."

Not far away, there was a cry for help, which quickly turned into a cry of pain.The sound got farther and farther away, and finally couldn't be heard.

Liu Hongshan frowned impatiently.

Ordinary people's realm is not high, and they don't understand the truth——

The moon gains and loses every month, and the rivers have floods every year. It is the cycle of heaven and the laws of nature. People should follow the time of the sky. How can we control it?

He claims to be a good fairy official, and he helps people in disasters.But repairing the river course is time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Compared with the torrential flood, of course cultivation is more important.

Unlike Qianqu County, where Zhao Ren desperately wanted to leave the swamp, Hongfu County was rich and affluent, and Liu Hongshan was very satisfied.Although the mortal aura is not as strong as that on the mountain.

But in Huawei Sect, the golden core is like a cloud, and even the daughter of Master Xuyun is about to break through the golden core.

He thought sourly, that Chen Hongzhu was just a spoiled little girl, and he really didn't know how many resources the sect had piled up for her.Give me the same thing, I should have had a baby long ago.

In his family, the ancestors are in charge of allocating resources, and the direct descendants and talented younger generations enjoy it first, and he does not have an advantage.

Only in Hongfu County, he swallowed the luck of a county by himself, said what he said, and didn't have to face the oppression and control of higher-ranking monks.

Liu Hongshan plans to leave Hongfu County as a Nascent Soul cultivator after the breakthrough, and return to the sect.

The Nascent Soul cultivator can be the only one, so it can be regarded as elated.

"There is a fairy boat on the opposite side, it should be Song Xianguan's team!" Si Jun said in surprise.

Under the blue sky, the Seven Absolute Treasure Ship approached at high speed, turning from a small black spot into a gigantic monster.

The altitude kept dropping, and the strong wind rolled up the smoke and dust, which was full of oppression.

Liu Hongshan said coldly: "Si Li, send an etiquette team to pick him up."

He thought, if I hadn't retreated the day before yesterday, encountered a bottleneck that was difficult to break, and there was nothing left or right, this elder would not have the time to stand here waiting for others.

Most of the high-level monks from famous families rely on their status and rarely deal with young monks from low-level mortals.

But Song Qianji was different. Not to mention the treasures left by the saints on his body, there were a total of 20 Lingshi alone.

Just after news came out from Ziyun Temple, the second batch of jade slips was sold out again.

The chess record of "Picking the Stars and Three Tribulations" has long been known to everyone.Array masters and chess enthusiasts are still willing to buy a copy of Ziyun Guanyu Slips for collection.

This may be the last game handed down by the chess ghost, and it may become a extinction event.

Song Qianji will soon ask for money again, and it is hundreds of thousands again.

At such a young age, what do you need so much money for? There is nowhere to spend it, Liu Hongshan thought disdainfully.

The treasure ship landed smoothly, and three people stepped off the bow.The ceremonial team is still playing music, the music is festive and exciting, ringing and suppressing the clouds, but the treasure ship has been put away.

Liu Hongshan was a little surprised. Song Qianji claimed to have thousands of followers, but this time he brought only two people?

Well done!He seemed to see three bleating little fat sheep coming towards him shaking their fluffy wool.

As soon as Qianqu's rich family wrote a letter begging him to give him a gift, Song Qianji sent it to his door.

Liu Hongshan subconsciously ground his molars, like sharpening a knife.

Those three people climbed to the top of the city with the master of ceremonies and the guard of honor, two in front and one behind.

The young man in white in front wore a high ponytail, looking vigorous, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.The young man in brocade clothes wears a purple gold crown, his whole body is imposing, rich and noble.

Liu Hongshan looked between the two of them.

Finally, he greeted him with a smile on his face, held Meng Heze's hand, and shook vigorously for the 20 spirit stones:

"Junior Brother Song. I have admired your great name for a long time. Seeing it once is worth hearing a hundred times. From now on, you and I live next to each other, and we are both monks. We should often walk around and sit and discuss the Tao!"

After Song Qianji was almost accepted as an apprentice by the Book Saint Chess Ghost, his seniority rose immediately. Seeing him, Xu Yun also called him a junior.

"Liu Dao is friendly, I have long admired you." Another voice sounded from behind.

Song Qianji smiled.

"It's not me." Meng Heze broke away, shaking off goose bumps all over his body.

Can't help but glance at Song Qianji suspiciously.

Could it be that every time Senior Brother Song hides behind, he just doesn't want to be held by these people?

Liu Hongshan was a little embarrassed. After all, he had seen the big world, so he turned to Song Qianji with his expression unchanged.

He knew that Song Qianji was here to divert water and dig the canal, but he pretended not to know:

"Junior Brother Song, are you here to discuss the Dao with Senior Brother?"

Song Qianji smiled sincerely: "Exactly."