Back Off, Let Me Come Chapter 1113

Chapter 1113 Chapter 1113: Perpetual motion machine for building a house [asking for monthly votes]

The area with Shannan County as its core once belonged to Gu Ren, and the people within it were all loyal. After Shen Tang took over these places peacefully, in consideration of Gu Ren's face, he treated Gu Ren's old tribe politely, and exempted the common people from taxes for one year. All the more stringent policies were implemented here after careful consideration.

Thus, the common people have a very good impression of Shen Tang.

 Sure enough, he was a benevolent lord with the same reputation as the late lord Gu Gong.

Over time, this idea began to take root in people's hearts.

Especially for this war, no one can help but shed tears of gratitude.

Before Shen Tang, warlords fought either to rob people or to kill people. The two sides fought regardless of the occasion. Ordinary people who get caught up in this just treat it as bad luck and just wait to die. If you are lucky enough to survive and save a life, most common people will have to sell themselves if they can't survive. Being a slave is better than losing your life. These high-ranking officials and dignitaries who do not care about the fireworks of the world will not pay attention to their humble lives, and they even want the common people to sell themselves. If the common people don't sell their land and their lives, how can aristocratic warlords and their like have so many tenants?

 You can't always make a living.

 It is impossible to produce so many people just by relying on old tenant farmers.

 In troubled times, everyone acquiesces to this unwritten rule.

Shen Tang's soldiers and horses gave another answer in this battle. Not only did they not abandon the people in the city, but they evened out the few defenders to guide the people to retreat elsewhere. After the war, not only did they open official warehouses, they also squeezed out military pay from their teeth to provide the affected people with clean food and water that could sustain their survival. The people in the city thought this was good enough, but they didn't think there was anything better.

Every day you can see a group of muscular and strong warriors clearing the ruins. These warriors are both male and female. Each of them can carry things several times heavier than themselves and run around.

"Can these big soldiers help us?" The person who spoke was the most literate scholar nearby and was also recognized as the smartest one. "The bandits are like combs, and the soldiers are like grates! This is not to take the valuables first before robbing us." Did the guy take everything?”

Although there have been no wars in Shangnan County since the Gu Ren era, who doesn't have one or two distant relatives? These distant relatives had personally experienced the massacre of the city and knew what a terrifying **** it was! Just hearing the description will give you nightmares!

 For a time, those who heard it felt anxious.

There are also people who are barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes.

After all, your life is a piece of cake. If these bandits dare to steal your own things, then fight them! There are quite a few people who hold this idea. As a result, the situation developed beyond their usual understanding. These soldiers did pick up some valuable items under the ruins, but they did not keep them for themselves. Instead, he stepped forward to check the account, confirmed that they were the heads of the household, and asked them to take the things away.

 Finally, I would like to remind you that your wealth should not be revealed in vain.

 Not all soldiers will be friendly.

Human nature is complex, and a group cannot be all good soldiers who obey orders and obey orders. When supervision is not strict, some people may not be able to resist the temptation of profit. The officials posted notices throughout the city, telling the whole city that if any common people found that their property had been misappropriated, no matter who the trespasser was, the government would severely punish them!

 Common people who report the crime will also be rewarded.

 But what if it's a false accusation?

Then make false accusations and sit down!

After a series of measures, the expected chaos did not happen. Even if it did, it was treated as a typical example to prevent some villains from wanting to make a fortune. After the first two days of chaos, people focused on rebuilding their homes.

This day was just like any other day.

 Until someone nearby hears a noise.

 For a time, there was a trembling wind.

 Many people said in fear: "Someone has called in—"

 “What, the enemy is coming?”

 The sounds of panic were mixed with the harsh cries of several children.

Everyone hurriedly threw away the heavy objects in their hands, picked up the only farming tools in one hand to defend themselves, and picked up the children who were playing aside with the other hand. There were also women who wrapped the children in coarse cloth, and then bundled them on their backs. People fled. Someone in the crowd lost his footing and fell heavily. The rough and sharp stones scratched the palms of the hands, causing bruises, and the sharp pain spread throughout the body along the wounds.

Escape was so important that these people had no time to see their injuries and hurriedly got up, limping and trying to keep up with the flow of people.

He ran too slowly and fell again while being pushed.

 The movement of the crowd here attracted the attention of nearby soldiers.

 “What are you doing?”

Several soldiers came to try to maintain order, but the crowd was in chaos and no one listened to what they said. In desperation, the warrior could only sink his anger in his dantian and exude power to suppress it. The method was rough, but the effect was outstanding, and the crowd became quiet.

The soldiers came forward to ask and found out why they were rioting.

 “What enemy is coming?”

 “There is no trace at all.”

"Even if there are enemies, my lord can kill them!"

 “Who dares to seek death without opening his eyes?”

 It is impossible to seek death.

The suppressed ordinary people looked at the few soldiers surrounding them, and their hearts grew colder. Although they were extremely frightened, they did not dare to confront them head-on, for fear that these soldiers and bandits who exposed their true nature would kill them. The soldier thought they understood, and gave a brief warning: "Just do what you have to do, and don't spread any more rumors!"

　　Everybody is submissive.

　　Even after the soldiers left, the clouds of despair did not dissipate.

　　Until a childish voice penetrated the eardrums.

The child was tied to her mother's back and had no idea what was going on. While the adults were rejoicing that she had survived, she was looking around curiously, and was attracted by the taller house in the distance: "Mom, look, There is a house growing on the ground!”

The mother who was carrying her did not respond at all.

 The child innocently patted his mother on the shoulder.

“Mom, houses are really growing on the ground! Look!”

 Everyone is even more desperate.

 Of course they know what it means to have a house growing out of the ground.

 It is nothing more than a city wall to resist enemy attacks.

　　I heard that a scholar with a literate heart or a brave warrior can raise a high wall with just a wave of his hand. In the eyes of a child, doesn't this mean that a house is growing out of the ground? Everyone was too scared to look over there, but some were brave enough to take a glance. You won't know if you don't look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.

 “Oh, the house has really grown!”

Hurrying to take pictures of the people around you: "Look, look!"

 “Look, guys, it's really a house!”

 “You're not lying, it's such a luxurious house!”

 One spreads it to ten, and ten spreads it to a hundred.

Everyone noticed that there were houses growing out of the fields in the distance.

Even though it was far away and could not be seen very clearly, judging from the vague outline, this house was more luxurious and luxurious than their original old house. A row of snow-white walls and a row of black tiles, neatly arranged, are particularly eye-catching among the ruins.

 Don't say that young people have not seen it, and old people have not heard of it.

My eyeballs are about to pop out, but what I see remains the same.

 "Growing out of the house, really growing out of the house..."

The house grew slowly at first, with one, two, or three rooms growing at a time. It took a long time each time. Later, the house grew faster. There were about ten rooms at a time. The stone bricks were piled up. It didn't take long. Then he began to build the beams and cover the roof with tiles.

 “Is this, is this true?”

 They heard from the most knowledgeable scholar nearby that that scribe could make people hallucinate by waving his hand. The scene they saw might also be fake. Reason tells them that it may be false, but they have uncontrollable delusions in their hearts.

“Are these houses for us to live in?”

 He dared to ask this because the house grew on their land.

There was an aunt beside me who immediately let out a sigh, her saliva flying like water from a watering can: "You want to live with us? You don't even lower your head to see what you are doing? Do you deserve to live here?"

Ordinary wealthy landowners do not have such beautiful houses.

 They are nothing, how dare they dream?     “But those lands are…”

　　There is more than one person with the same idea.

Even if someone suggested: "Why don't you go up and have a look?"

 “Yes, let's see if it's true or not!”

 A few brave ones broke away from the crowd and approached the magical land where the president's house was. The others stood there and watched nervously, their eyes unblinking. In the blink of an eye, these audacious young people died suddenly on the spot.

 The scene they feared did not happen.

 Several young people arrived successfully.

 The boldest one raised his hand and touched the white wall.

The cold, rough and hard feel is very real.

"it is true!"

 Others also gathered around and started touching together.

 After a while, a group of dirty fingerprints were left on the white wall, which was particularly dazzling against the background of the white wall. Someone immediately realized that something was wrong, and before they could speak to remind others, everyone was thrown into the sand, and the dark clouds above their heads were covered by something.

They turned around tremblingly, almost losing their minds.

What a pair of terrifying and cold snake eyes!

The huge snake head is bigger than the house behind them!

 “What are you doing here?”

 An impatient male voice came from above the snake's head.

Everyone tried their best to raise their heads to face the sun, and could barely see that the person speaking was a tall and strong man. With his head full of pigtails and his hands folded around his chest, he stood proudly high in the sky. Pointing to the paved stone road: "Everyone, stand over there, don't stand here and get in the way!"

 The man exuded a terrifying aura.

The crowd almost rolled and crawled away from the stone pavement.

 Seeing this, the man looked satisfied.

Muttered two sounds in its mouth, and the giant snake under its feet showed a very human look in its pupils, just like ordinary people rolling their eyes when they are impatient, and reluctantly sweeping away larger rocks on the ground.

 One person and one snake were drowned in the rising dust.

 A few people were left looking at each other with confused expressions.

Can someone please tell me what happened?

 They were frightened by the giant snake and did not dare to move.

 The land under your **** will not only grow houses, but also stone brick roads! Some of them worked as part-time workers in the houses of small landlords nearby. I remember that the floor of the lobby of the small landlord's house was just a neat mud floor, and the ancestral hall at the back house was paved with floor tiles.

 Now, a street is paved with smooth and neat floor tiles.

This street is also very spacious.

 Three carriages can pass in parallel.

The matter of building a house in the land soon took wings and flew all over the inner city of the government. After hearing the news, the people rushed over and the dark crowd stretched their necks to watch the excitement. In order not to affect efficiency, soldiers successively pulled out hemp ropes to isolate the crowd from the ropes.

The crowd was chattering, all talking about the house.

Not only ordinary people were alarmed, but Fang Yan's noble friends also came to see what was going on and were stunned at first sight. Let alone ordinary people, he has never heard of this scene! He immediately set off to find Fang Yan, but was told that Fang Yan was not there. Just as he was about to say goodbye regretfully, Fang Yan's bodyguard smiled happily when he saw the inscription on his waist. He enthusiastically pulled his sleeve and told him where Fang Yan was at this moment.

 He hesitated: “Isn't this inappropriate?”

 Didn't you say that Fang Yan has an important mission?

The guard had a mysterious smile on his face, even a flattering one: "As you said, you are a close friend of my parents."

 Old friends always feel that the other person is not holding it in well.

 Curiosity still prompted him to go there.

He walked around and found someone on the city wall. He struggled to climb up, but before he could stand still, he was pulled away by the stranger. The other person even said excitedly: "Let's get here, another one, another one!"

 Old friend Fang Yan is confused.

 Why another one?

 Referring to yourself?

He was dragged along for a while and passed through the crowds. He saw the figureless Fang Yan he was looking for sitting cross-legged on the ground meditating. His face was pale, as if he had been drained of yang energy.

 It was not just Fang Yan, there were more than 20 people sitting on the ground.

 He has met a few of them, but not most of them.

Looking at his dress, he should be a civil servant in the military.

  Old friend was shocked by this formation.

　　Can't help but secretly take a half step back.

"what happened…"

 Why do they all look like they have run out of literary energy?

Before the question was asked, his elixir palace began to cause trouble, and his Wen Qi became uncontrollably active and seemed to run out of his body. He hurriedly suppressed it, and heard Fang Yan's cold voice: "Don't resist it, follow the guidance."

 Old friend joined the meditation group with a confused look on his face.

 Forcibly inserted between Fang Yan and another unfamiliar civil servant.

The clerk had to move his buttocks and make room to the side. The old friend asked in confusion: "What on earth is going on?"

Fang Yandao: "Build houses and build roads."

 Old friend's forehead seems to be flooded with question marks.

Even lost his temper and growled: "What?"

Fang Yan closed his eyes in despair.

It's not because Jimo Qiu suddenly became a bad person and shouted out what the scribes said one by one. The efficiency was too low and the residual proportion of literary spirit was also high. So, he ran to slander the master and proposed that he should perform the formation and let the scribes be the eyes of each formation. Scribes who enter the range of the formation eye will have their literary energy drained away, ensuring that they are completely drained.

In order to achieve the effect of perpetual motion, it is also suggested that everyone can enter a state of cultivation, and he will guide the energy of heaven and earth to gather in the formation. The scribe absorbs the energy of heaven and earth and purifies it, and the purified literary energy is taken away by the formation for Shen Tang to use his spiritual spirit.

　　One inhale and one exhale, one in and one out.

 Their literary minds have become a filter for the air of heaven and earth.

Having known each other for several years, I didn't know Jimo Qiu had this side to him!

 Old friend: “…So, this is none of my business?”

 He is not Shen Youli's servant.

As a result, Fang Yan told him, "Now that you've come, let him be safe", which almost made him so angry that the Three Corpse Gods jumped. However, he also grasped the key point: "Are those houses down there built like this?"

Fang Yan nodded: "Yeah."

 “How to deal with the house?”

Fang Yan guessed: “Most of them are drawn based on household registration.”

Each household has a serial number.

 The drawing of lots based on household registration is the fairest.

The old friend looked at the building complex below that was expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "This will cause big trouble."

 Who wouldn't want to live in a luxurious new house?

 He sighed: "Does Mr. Shen know that he is not worried about the scarcity but the inequality?"

Everyone has suffered from the war, so why do you still live in a low and dilapidated old house while half of them live in spacious and comfortable big houses? This is not fair! Unless it's torn down and rebuilt!

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PS: There should be news about the second season of the physical book "Return to Me", and the publisher has contacted Shiitake Mushroom to prepare a special signing. To say it is a special signature, it requires an autograph and a representative sentence in the text. For a moment, Shiigugu only thought of "prosperous military fortunes" and "long-term cultural fortunes." Let's see if there are any other ones you like? (Make it as short as possible so that the mushrooms can write less words.)

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