Chapter two hundred and ninety third dream of mountains and seas
"Currently, we still rely on clan law and a few prestigious old people to resolve conflicts and disputes, but this is not a long-term solution. Many outsiders do not recognize the prestige of these old people. They dare to make trouble and may even be armed to fight."
The public security has declined drastically, which is what gives Lao Wang the most headache.
Unruly people come out of poor mountains and rivers. Refugees from the mountains and seas may really break their heads for a bite to eat, or even kill themselves in order to grab water!
In one month, the population has exceeded 2,000. Can there be no chaos?
What if the number exceeds 10,000 or even 100,000 in the future? It will be even more chaotic, and Lao Wang cannot even imagine it.
Soon, a man named "Eternal Donkey" said: "We must fight against the outside world. I suggest that the food problem be completely solved first and send some agricultural machines in! Then send a legal person in and promulgate corresponding laws!"
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Another person said: "No, no, if the laws of the earth are placed in another world and cannot be implemented, they will be just a piece of paper. An experienced village chief should be sent in. The village chief is the best person to mediate conflicts. This is the case in our village."
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When the topic of Qingshi Town came up, these people spoke like old academics, in a refined manner.
"No, no, I think we should send a company of special soldiers and corresponding weapons and equipment. Only by controlling absolute violence can Qingshi be as stable as Mount Tai."
"It is better to rely on the militia than to rely on our special soldiers. They are absolutely loyal and have higher combat effectiveness."
"No, no, special soldiers cannot engage in production and cannot expand production capacity. Some teachers should be sent in to teach people how to read. Isn't it said that most of these refugees are raising families? Teaching children to read gives parents hope and social order.
Naturally, it will gradually stabilize. Without education, the town will develop too slowly by relying solely on the elites sent over."
Another person said: "Teleporting teachers is useless! You have to let the farmers see real benefits before they will send their children to study."
"Otherwise, they would rather let their children farm than send them to school. Even on our planet, there are blind parents who would rather let their children work than send them to school. What's more, in another world where they don't even have enough to eat, don't apply the same phrase.
Common sense on earth. Otherwise, your novel will collapse immediately!"
The debate in the group was very intense!
He often talks at length.
I saw Wang Hao stunned for a while, crowdfunding games and novels, so that he could play such a hardcore game well.
Are these people really free and do not need to work? Are they debating here?
However... this kind of thing is really a matter of one person and one person.
He does have the idea of hosting a "school", but this is a long-term solution and he has to wait until he has more money to do it. Now, the cost-effectiveness is really not good.
Everyone gathered firewood with great enthusiasm, and soon Lao Wang grasped the key point: agricultural machinery is a must, otherwise the wasteland will not be cultivated and will become a decoration!
Fertilizers are also needed and can significantly increase grain production.
This year, we must create a huge harvest! We must!
"Without a bumper harvest, no food, and the lifeline is in the hands of others, everything is in vain."
Of course, there is equally important - military!
Without the military, Qingshi Town is just a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. Any natural or man-made disaster will be taken away immediately.
With the military, violent institutions can be established, and so-called criminals can be easily suppressed.
"So the next strategy... has almost been decided."
"Let's develop first."
Wang Hao looked at the 17,100 points on hand, which could be converted into 171 false powers, just in case.
Of course, he is reluctant to use this deposit. After all, it is difficult to make money and easy to spend money.
On the other hand, crowdfunding writing must be hard-core, and it would not be fun to use cheats rashly.
"We must update 4,000 words today!" Wang Hao typed out these words and put pressure on himself, "We will discuss it tomorrow."
But unexpectedly, netizens were directly dissatisfied with their desires.
"Please cousin, please update 100,000 words. We have discussed so much, and just plagiarizing it would be 100,000 words."
One hundred thousand words?
People in Daxia always like to compromise. For example, if you say that this room is too dark and a window must be opened here, no one will allow it. But if you advocate removing the roof, they will come to reconcile.
I am willing to open the window.
Wang Hao understands, this guy wants me to write ten thousand words a day.
But no way!
"You don't need 100,000 words, but as for Xiaoyue's white silk portrait, please send me a message. Please!"
"Please send me a picture of Xiaoyue's black silk stockings. Please, brother-in-law, I have no sleep tonight!"
"Please send me a picture of Xiaoyue's bunny girl photo. Please, brother-in-law, I have no sleep tonight!"
These people covet my cousin again!
Lao Wang cursed in his heart: "I have never seen any bunny girls, you are all dreaming!"
He unceremoniously "
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Shanhaijie, Qingshi Town.
Li Qingshan held a wooden token and put his backpack on his back, his heart racing.
He carefully looked at the word "Kunlun" on the wooden sign. The dragons and phoenixes were dancing, and they penetrated the back of the paper. It was obviously written by a master of calligraphy.
"The supernatural system of this world..."
Accompanying him along the way were his old leader Lu Tianming, local scholar Ding Zhijing, and eight locals from Qingshi Town, plus two ox carts.
"The surrounding area is not peaceful." Ding Zhijing sighed, "Without the protection of the gods, some monsters or evil spirits may target us. We have to be careful."
"Each of them has their own methods. They may curse or be parasitic. If you don't have Taoist skills to defend yourself, you are likely to be attacked."
"Let's move forward along this official road. Don't go astray. If everything goes well, we should be able to reach Fenghua City before dark."
Li Qingshan looked ahead. The so-called official road was just a muddy gravel road. It was formed because of the occasional movement of people.
There are farmers cultivating farmland nearby, and some rice is already in the tillering stage. The breeze blows, and the green leaves are rustling. The surrounding farmland is a place where the "sore mother" takes shelter. Occasionally, you can still see the "sore mother".
The statue of the mother who gave birth to the great mother.
But no matter how far away it is, there is a dry and yellow grassland. Even the "official road" is very small, and some weeds are as tall as a person.
"Be careful on the road, don't get eaten by monsters!"
Feng Ling is waving to them. This little girl is very cute and kind. She has been taking care of the seriously ill patient in recent days and is really busy.
"How about that one?" Li Qingshan was not good at words and could only think of one topic.
Feng Ling whispered: "The situation has improved, and he is temporarily out of danger, but his consciousness is unclear and he cannot wake up. Just this morning, we found a string of magical beads and a small piece of Buddha beads under his ribs.
The token has the words 'Ksitigarbha Dharma Gate, enshrined by Qiu Yuan' written on it, and it seems to be a monk named Qiu Yuan who believes in Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."
Ksitigarbha, the greatest god in the world.
More than fifty years ago, Ksitigarbha's divine power was not manifest, which led to the current disasters in the world of mountains and seas.
But now, a human pig found in the water ghost bandit's village may actually be a follower of Ksitigarbha, which is really surprising.
One has to doubt the true intention of [Game].
Feng Ling shook her lower lip and whispered: "And we discovered a very strange situation. He... seems to have the ability to regenerate. It is not the function of the fairy beans, but his own special ability."
"He should have been a very powerful ability user in the past. I don't know why he became like this..."
"Hey, take your time. When he can speak, maybe we can ask for more information... This monk's will to survive is far beyond ordinary people. Even if I... expend a little life force, I will let him see it.
Hear it.”
Ms. Jenny touched Feng Ling’s pointed ears: “[Yi Xi] is not willing to let you consume your vitality. If you age and look bad, it might not like you anymore.”
"It's not in a hurry. Why are you in a hurry? If it's in a hurry, it will just send you the rare items."
This girl's pointed ears feel soft, silky, and strong, making you intoxicated and unable to extricate yourself.
"Let's go, let's go!" Lao Lu greeted from the side, "Don't worry, Jenny, if you encounter a monster anyway, I, Lao Lu, will definitely escape, and I will keep all the equipment here."
"Who is worried about you?" Jenny blinked and smiled.
"Li Qingshan's main mission is to go to Kunlun to steal things and transport them to his home one by one. Then it's the protagonist's turn to perform."
"Pfft!" Feng Ling's eyes were crooked and there was a smile on her face. After spending so many days together, this uncle was the most sinister. He was indeed an S-class man from the Earth.
"Moo!" The big ox with clear eyes shook its tail and called out. It pulled a cart of goods and headed towards Fenghua City. The goods on the ox cart ranged from reed mats, straw shoes, to pots and bowls.
Ladles and ladles are all available, which is considered a moderate business.
People were talking and laughing, and were full of ideas about the future.
A new life has begun!
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"A new life belonging to Li Qingshan has begun!"
Lao Wang has written up to this point, which is exactly 4,000 words, almost reaching the limit of human beings.
My mind was buzzing, and I got stuck again. It was so stuck.
He couldn't help but sigh: "Why do some tentacle monsters update 20,000 times a day? Why can't I come up with any plot after writing 4,000 words? These people who update 20,000 words a day are either in hydrology, or they don't belong.
Human category.”
The main reason for Kevin is the rescued "human pig".
He doesn't know what the "human pig" is used for, and what kind of main plot can it trigger?
I really...can't think of it.
But he wrote everything he wrote, digging holes but not filling them, and he couldn't do anything to offend readers!
"That's it for today, continue playing the game tomorrow, or dreaming tonight to figure out the answer!" Wang Hao yawned and turned off the computer.
When he came up with this idea, he couldn't stop.
Ever since he was a child, he has had a strange ability to directly "dream" answers to some questions through dreams!
Although under normal circumstances, he doesn't want to be spoiled, but now, doesn't he want to write a novel? How to write a novel without an outline.
I went to the bathroom to wash up, then lay back on the bed and fell asleep.
Maybe it was because he was thinking about it during the day and dreaming about it at night, but he really dreamed of returning to the world of mountains and seas!
The dusk fell heavily and dark clouds rolled in.
It is raining in Qingshi Town, Shanhaijie.
Rumbling, a loud thunder suddenly sounded, which startled Wang Hao. He couldn't help but wonder: "I am really a genius. If thunder hits me in my dream, won't it wake me up?"
The thunder he heard in this state gave him an unprecedented mysterious realization, which slowly washed away the violent atmosphere hidden in his heart, and made his mind feel calmer than ever before.
He seemed to have recalled something and realized something...
The raindrops were falling heavily.
The rolling raindrops outline thousands of pictures of Qingshi Town. The buffaloes in the fields are waving their tails happily and eating grass lazily, turning a blind eye to the rain. The farmers are wearing straw hats and hiding under the trees, chatting happily.
They were talking about something, maybe they were discussing this year's good harvest; the wildflowers and weeds on the edges of the fields took the opportunity to grow wildly, and the frogs and toads were croaking; the chickens that were out foraging were accidentally soaked and turned into drowned rats.
The owner rushed back to the chicken coop...
Leaves, young seedlings, flowers and grass, rocks, muddy paths, big buffaloes, tricycles, animals escaping in the rain, as well as malicious eyes hidden in the wilderness, these beings seemed to sense something and ran away one after another.
Escape.
This is Qingshi Town under his command, a prosperous Qingshi Town.
"This is my world."
Wang Hao forgot all his annoyance, forgot to breathe, and even forgot that this was a lucid dream. He seemed to have transformed into this world, quietly observing the swaying of flowers, plants and trees, and observing the operation of human society...
When he came back to his senses, time passed quietly, the rain stopped, and the sun shone on the earth again.
"How wonderful, the birthplace of the new world."
"You will eventually become the new world, right?"
Or, give a little gift to the new world?
"This year is a good harvest year." Wang Hao said, "With these grains, this year's harvest may be doubled, and the rice can mature a month earlier."
He seemed to have really become that great emperor, in a dream world, and all his wishes came true.
Under the gentle breeze, the rice fields in Qingshi Town swayed along with it, as if they were tainted with a faint harvest atmosphere.
"Those who work hard will always gain something."
Another breeze blew by, repairing the hidden physical ailments of the workers and allowing them to live a few more years.
Several farmers with tanned skin seemed to feel something. They looked around for a while and stretched their tired muscles.
They suddenly felt that their bodies were extremely light, their arms were no longer sore, and their lumbar discs were no longer herniated. This strange thing was amazing.
"I won't give you anything extra. You can't rely on me for everything."
After doing all this, Wang Hao felt as if he had fed ants with snacks.
He continued to look down at the town.
Not everything is prosperous, a few people have conflicts and are fighting with each other.
The way local people curse people is also quite strange.
"You son of a bitch raised by the center of evil!"
"You are a beast raised by the Water Ghost King!
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There is also the girl in the hook fence, and the little baby next to it seems to have grown up a little; there are even two sneaky guys in a corner, doing the crowing of cocks and dogs.
"Alas..." He, Lao Wang, is not a chicken-hearted person. He can completely tolerate some flaws.
Some businesses, if they are for survival, can only be said to be the oppression of people by the old society, which is understandable; if they are only for pleasure, then they can only be attributed to moral issues.
Not long after, Wang Hao recalled his purpose and focused his attention on the medical room next to the Taoist temple.
The medical room was the cleanest place in the entire town. The floor was paved with smooth bluestone, the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and a large cabinet was filled with various medical tools and a lot of antibiotics.
Bacteria in this era are generally not resistant to drugs, and a small amount of drugs can save a life. Therefore, the reputation of the medical room has spread throughout Qingshi Town in just one month, and its prestige is second only to "The Mother of Sores".
And Miss Fengling, who has pointed ears, is dozing off on the table.
As if sensing someone's secret gaze, she suddenly woke up from her dream, rubbed her eyes with her hands, and looked around: "Why do I feel like someone is watching me?"
"Isn't anyone coming in? Then I'll sleep for a while..."
"Isn't it the Sore Mother looking at me? Or is it another existence looking at me? Then I have to sleep for a while, no matter what."
Although she is a girl with small breasts, she seems quite cute.
Lao Wang waved a breeze, and the girl, who had worked overtime for a long time and had not slept well, fell asleep beautifully.
His purpose this time is to figure out the subsequent plot caused by this "human pig". What is it?
As the game plot continues to advance, its true purpose can also be revealed.
But Wang Hao really can't wait any longer. He will now "dream" the ending directly through dreaming!
Otherwise, his novels would be somewhat unsustainable!
The "human pig" was placed on a hospital bed by the medical staff. It was dying, with a terrifying face and no human shape. Even the skin was peeled off, exposing the dark red muscle tissue under the skin. If it were not for its strong immune system, it would be far away.
Far beyond normal people, they would have died of infection long ago.
Fortunately, after being cared for, the poor man was wrapped in medical bandages, like a mummy, and he was able to see a little better than before.
Wang Hao felt pity in his heart. This kind of life where the eyes cannot see, the mouth cannot speak, the ears cannot hear, the nose cannot smell, and even the skin has been peeled off, leaving only the feeling of pain, is really a hell within hell, unimaginable pain.
A breeze blew through the window, gradually soothing the frightened and painful soul.
Eventually, the poor man seemed to calm down.
He seemed to see a sun rising slowly, illuminating the entire spiritual world.
This is an unknown existence originating from the extraterrestrial world, beyond the sky, where good and evil coexist. What is shown at this moment seems to be good.