The gate of Xianguan Mansion, the open square and the streets were crowded with people. At first glance, it was blocked and there was a crowd of people.

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

They came to Tiancheng from all over the country and villages, and whispered to each other's messages:

"This time I dig the river, can I really give pork every day?"

"I heard that Hongfu County next door can only eat pork during the Chinese New Year. When I said that I would marry a wife, I was willing to take two pieces of air-dried hams."

Now, if you describe a place with abundant life and wealth, you can only come up with the dream of "eating pork every day".

The well-informed person continued:

"That ham looks hard, but in fact, it is cut off a thin slice, and it is fat in it. It is oily and salty and fragrant in your mouth. Take a bite and it will be greedy for a day. Also, the couple will have a wedding and serve noodles. The meals are not boiled in water, but they are fried in lard, and the aroma of oil will not dissipate overnight."

The sound of swallowing saliva rang one after another.

"What do you think of cooking lard? "

"I don't know, I haven't eaten it before, I've heard of it."

Someone muttered: "Mom, the life of a lucky person is so good. How much virtue has accumulated in his previous life!"

The saliva sounded before it calmed down, and this statement was refuted:

"I am from Huayan Village on the border. Listen to me. Hongfu life is not easy this year. The two sides of the Heihe River have suffered floods and drowned many people. The fields have been destroyed, the houses have collapsed, and the piglets have not grown up yet, and they have all rushed to death."

"The dead are floating in the river, and they are swollen when they are fished up. The tax that the living people should collect is still a lot."

The voice of envy and jealousy suddenly lowered, turning into sympathy and lament:

"God, why are you more and more painful every year?"

"Diet drought, and drought will die if it is flood!"

People who have experienced hardships are more likely to empathize with other people's sufferings.

"Don't cry, let's dig the river channel, and the new immortal official casts a spell to bring the water over. After that, the blessings will not be flooded, and we will not be drought."

"Yes, Qianqu now has Song Xianguan! The notice said that every village can have a canal, so our village will not have to travel ten miles to carry water."

The mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk, the water truck is heavy, and half of the water sprinkles on the road, and if you are a little tired, the car overturns and people are injured, and not even half of the water is left.

Ordinary villages have awe of Tiancheng and the Immortal Officials and dare not shout loudly. Therefore, although there are dense crowds, they are not noisy.

As soon as Zhou Xiaoyun left the mansion, she was shocked by the scene. No wonder they didn't hear any movement in the mansion, and they were still because no one came.

"Which town or village do you live in? Do you really come to build the canals voluntarily?" she asked the person standing next to him.

The farmer rubbed his hands nervously and asked her: "Can you really get pork when repairing the canal?"

The people around him shouted: "Why are you talking to the immortal master? We are willing to come if we don't know whether it's true!"

Ji Xing tried to persuade him to leave and divided the people, pointing to the sky: "Summer is here, the sun is getting bigger and bigger day by day, and the work is sunny and tired. Let the elderly and children go back first."

No one moved in the team.

Those men in their fifties and sixties look old when they look vicissitudes of life, but they don’t think they are old people when they go to work on the ground every day.

Those teenagers in their fifteens and sixteens still look young, but some have already started their own family and do not think they are children.

Everyone thinks they are "strong laborers" and work in the past.

Xu Kanshan and Qiu Dacheng had to declare triple standards based on height, weight and age.

After sifting a few, the people who left secretly felt sorry for each other. The remaining two thousand people gathered and didn't want to leave, racked their brains to recommend themselves:

"The immortals choose me, I have good legs and feet and run fast."

"Immortal, I am strong and can carry four baskets of soil on one shoulder."

Ji Xing discussed with the four members of the Chicken Sending Team: "It's better for us to split the team and have a rotation rest."

Zhou Xiaoyun nodded: "The rotation of the work will not delay the construction period."

Xu Kanshan said loudly: "I won't sifte people anymore. After that, each person will start working according to the scheduled construction period, work for half a month, and have three days off. I can go home and take a look and bring the food and meat you have given to your family."

Everyone hurriedly agreed, but they were puzzled.

What is a rest? Why can you 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 borders of the two counties.

They lived there to exchange food, cloth, salt and livestock. There was no such thing as "Qianqu escape". Some girls from Qianqu married Hongfu, and some men from Qianqu married Hongfu back.

Later, in the Qiankui disaster, the Hongfu Army sent people to build city walls on the border and sent guards to suppress the riots.

The corpse that fled was hung high on the top of the city by guards, allowing vultures and goshawks to share.

It was a nightmare. The sky was cold and blood was flowing. Under the gray sky, vultures roared and circled.

Now no one dares to steal | ferry now.

This sixty-mile earthen city wall has become an evil beast that blocks the disasters of thousands of channels.

The city is a deserted dead land, and behind the city is an untouchable vitality.

Liu Hongshan was standing on the top of the city at this time.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his figure straight. The warm summer breeze blew towards him, waving his white beard and his gorgeous robe.

The sun was clean and warm, and the sun made him feel comfortable.

Outside the wall, thousands of miles of the canals are covered with sand and dust. Inside the wall, there is a lot of blessings and greenness, and the water is everywhere.

Liu Hongshan sighed: "One day in the mountains, thousands of years have passed. In the thought of the immortals, the world changes in the world."

"Good poem!" The military army of Hongfu County exclaimed repeatedly, "You are the Wenqu Star who descended to earth!"

"You'll take a few words." Liu Hongshan glanced at him indifferently.

Si Jun scratched his ears and said, "Thousands of channels cannot be seen, Hongfu, you are grateful to you."

"Not bad!" Liu Hongshan smiled with satisfaction.

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

"Hebei Sanniu Village has presented a 'water control map'. He claimed to observe the river water volume for 30 years, traveled all over the banks, and draw this map. He is willing to help you rebuild the embankment and rectify the river..."

Liu Hongshan smiled faintly: "Didn't the disaster relief food be distributed? Not enough food?"

"Yes, it's enough to eat, but I don't know next year-"

Liu Hongshan interrupted: "Does the flood disaster delay the worship of temples this year?"

"This, this is not delayed." Si Li whispered.

"Then let me see it?"

Si Li was sweating profusely, and Nuonuo said: "I'm driving people away."

A voice of struggle and help sounded not far away, and soon turned into a cry of pain. The sound became farther and farther away, and finally I couldn't hear it.

Liu Hongshan frowned impatiently.

A mortal is not at a high level and does not understand the truth—

The jade wheel makes a profit and a loss every month, and the rivers have floods every year. This is the cycle of the way of heaven and the law of nature. When people follow the heavens, where can they care?

He claimed to be a good official and could provide disaster relief. However, repairing the river channel was time-consuming and laborious.

Compared to the flood, of course, it is still tighter to practice.

Unlike Qianqu County, which Zhao Ren desperately wanted to leave the mud, Hongfu County was rich and rich, and Liu Hongshan was very satisfied. Although the spirit of the mortal world is not as rich as the mountain.

But in Huawei Sect, the golden elixir is like clouds, and even the daughter of Xuyun Zhenren is about to break through to the golden elixir.

He thought a little sourly, Chen Hongzhu was just a arrogant little girl, I really don’t know how much resources the sect has piled up for her. I’m going to have a baby for me.

In his family, the ancestors were in charge of allocating resources, and the direct descendants and genius were given priority, and he did not have the advantage.

Only in Hongfu County, he was alone in the fortunes of a county, saying that he did not have to face the oppression and restraint of higher-level monks.

After Liu Hongshan planned to break through, he left Hongfu County as a Nascent Soul monk and returned to his sect.

The Nascent Soul monk can occupy a single peak, so that is the only way to be proud.

"There is a fairy ship opposite, and it should be the team of the Song Xianguan!" Si Jun said in surprise.

Under the blue sky, the seven-minded treasure ship came quickly, turning from a tiny black dot into a giant.

The height continues to fall, and the strong wind blows up smoke and dust, making it full of pressure.

Liu Hongshan said coldly: "Sili, send a ritual team to guide you."

He thought, if it weren't for my retreat every day, I would have been unable to break the bottleneck and I had nothing to do with it, so I would not have the time to stand here.

Most high-level monks from famous families rely on their own identities and rarely deal with young monks from low-level mortals.

But Song Qian's machine is different. He doesn't mention the treasures left by the saint, but there are a total of 200,000 single spirit stones.

Just as news came out of Ziyun Temple, the second batch of jade slips sold out.
To be continued...