Zhang Dongyun on the top of the city seemed unaware of this: "Let's get started."
Everyone had no choice but to start plowing the fields honestly.
Everyone in the Hanshan faction was not lazy. They were observing the soldiers of the Tang army who were good at farm work and pondering for themselves.
"Tianyu, leave this place to us. You can go out and take care of the refugees." Uncle Zhao ordered him to return to Tianyu.
"Perhaps this senior is acting so absurdly just to test ourselves." He looked up at the city head and whispered.
"Don't worry, we will follow the senior's instructions seriously. Regardless of whether it can be done or not, we will do our best. Even if there is no harvest in the end, I believe the senior will not blame us for his omissions."
Uncle Zhao smiled and said: "Ten thousand steps back. If he is really so ridiculous, I think the legendary Chang'an City Lord will always come out to stop it and bring order to the chaos."
The group of Tang soldiers who had surrendered also had doubts in their hearts.
It's just that now people have to bow their heads under the eaves.
They all endured secretly and worked conscientiously.
But in my heart, I just thought that the old man in black was entertaining them.
The other party was so ridiculous that they couldn't help but secretly hope that one day the Eastern Tang army would come to the border and rescue them from the sea of misery.
Hui Tianyu's single eye flickered slightly: "With the senior's previous courage, of course it would not be like this, on the contrary..."
He glanced at the top of the city above and said, "I don't think senior will be aiming for nothing. This arrangement may have a deeper meaning."
Uncle Zhao nodded: "Well, I will keep an eye on the others, obey orders honestly, and wait and see what happens. But you should be more careful during this trip, as you may run into Du Kun's army."
He lowered his voice again: "When you go out this time, in addition to doing errands for Chang'an City, remember to go back to the mountain gate of your sect and hand over the Night Jinghong Sword to the leader and them. This is the most important thing. Remember,
Remember."
"I understand, please don't worry, uncle."
The one-eyed young man said goodbye to his fellow disciples, then saluted Zhang Dongyun at the top of the city, then left and set out again.
Zhang Dongyun watched the other party's figure disappear and looked back to the farmland below.
He naturally knew about Hui Tianyu and others' concerns about the poor fields.
But right now, City Lord Zhang D has no intention of farming normally.
Otherwise, how many years and months will it take until there is a harvest?
Zhang Dongyun's method boils down to five words:
Power works miracles.
In fact, if you really want to say it, the people outside the city are plowing the fields right now, which can be considered a miracle from another perspective.
Plow Cattle Limited.
But the warriors who have reached the second level of elite soldiers are already stronger than the Barbarian Bull.
Zhang Dongyun supervised the workers and they plowed the land as quickly as possible before sowing or transplanting rice seedlings.
Next, everyone in the field will be powerless.
They could only curse in their hearts that the old man in black at the top of the city was disrespectful and could only do nonsense.
But the next moment, everyone from the Hanshan faction and a group of Tang soldiers surrendered, and they were all stunned on the spot.
In the fields, the soil trembled slightly.
Not long after, a crop of seedlings sprouted out of the ground.
Looking at the green seedlings, everyone subconsciously rubbed their eyes.
But later it turned out that it was not their eyesight.
With everyone stunned, the seedlings in the field grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If we continue at this rate, I'm afraid we'll have a good harvest in just a few days.
Everything in front of me is completely contrary to everyone's inherent understanding.
Some Hanshan Sect disciples subconsciously wanted to get closer to verify whether all this was true.
Elder Zhao was startled, came to his senses, and quickly grabbed his disciple.
On the other side of the Tang army's surrender, some people couldn't help but walk along the field ridges and into the fields, reaching out to touch the seedlings.
As soon as he made contact, his hand suddenly retracted as if he was electrocuted.
"Really, it's true..."
The man's eyes were blank, and he muttered only the word "really" to himself, repeating it back and forth.
Everyone came to their senses from the sluggish state, and everyone was shocked and confused.
Then the second person, the third person... people couldn't help but go to the field to check.
But the final result is an incredible expression.
No one from the Hanshan sect went to the ground, but they all felt incredible when faced with this situation.
"We planted the grain seeds and seedlings ourselves. That senior, there shouldn't be any chance of fraud, right?"
A young disciple secretly glanced at the old man in black at the top of the city.
"Keep your voice down, what are you talking about? If that senior hears it, we will all be hungry and walk around in circles!" a fellow student next to him scolded.
Another person looked in disbelief: "Then what's going on?"
"Could it be said that this land is so fertile and rich in spiritual energy beyond our imagination that it is a spiritual field?" Someone speculated.
The person next to me whispered: "When we were plowing the fields just now, we didn't feel it..."
The man who spoke earlier looked even more impressed: "So, could it be the personal handiwork of this senior? This is simply a magical method!"
This is more amazing than moving mountains to create fields.
The disciples talked a lot, Elder Zhao did not say a word, but there were many speculations in his heart, and he felt that Chang'an City and the people in the city were becoming more and more unfathomable.
My group had previously suspected that the old man in black was actually a frog at the bottom of a well, not knowing how big the world outside the well could be.
He quietly looked towards the top of the city.
But he saw the old man in black looking down at them below the city with a half-smiling smile.
Elder Zhao was horrified and subconsciously knelt down on one knee, lowering his head to apologize to Zhang Dongyun on the top of the city.
When the disciples of the Hanshan Sect around him saw this, they were all frightened and imitated their uncle, kneeling down to apologize.
Many of those who were defeated by the Tang army were not warriors, but were just farmers before joining the army.
They didn't think much about it. When they saw this almost miraculous scene, they fell to the ground and regarded Zhang Dongyun on the top of the city as a god.
Zhang Dongyun looked at the seedlings growing vigorously in the fields below the city, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, we were close outside the city and could still exert influence.
He is actually using a huge amount of spiritual energy to water and nurture the fields below.
The spiritual energy is so rich that it is more powerful than the chemical fertilizer of Blue Star in the previous life, directly forcibly changing the laws of nature.
The spiritual energy required for this is of course an astronomical figure.
And because it was outside the city, most of the spiritual energy was actually dissipated and wasted.
The spiritual energy functioning in the fields is pitifully small compared to the total amount actually output.
In terms of efficiency, it is extremely inefficient.
But if the total amount is infinite, to a certain extent, there is no waste or no waste.
City Lord Zhang D now has nothing else, so he can definitely afford to waste this spiritual energy.
As long as the crops themselves can bear it and will not be destroyed, Zhang Dongyun will supply it to the maximum extent.
So, within a few days, the fields were already golden.
The harvest season has arrived...
"Leave it to you." Zhang Dongyun transformed into an old man in black and gave instructions casually.
The people of the Hanshan Sect and the surrendered soldiers of the Tang Army, who had already been sincerely convinced and admired him so much, immediately went to the fields to harvest and thresh the grain.
In addition to the grain fields, there are also vegetable fields and orchards with various fruits and vegetables, all welcoming a bumper harvest.
Even the livestock and poultry raised in captivity and their young are growing rapidly and are gradually approaching the standards for slaughter.
Zhang Dongyun watched all this from the top of the city and nodded slightly.
The reason why refugees are refugees is because they cannot survive in their hometown.
They had just arrived in Chang'an and were very poor and had no way to solve their food problem.
Now City Lord Zhang has worked hard to create a miracle. With food, the refugees can be settled.
He has no intention of raising rice-worm waste. The current wave is just for emergency relief and to lay the foundation.
After he settled down, he should be self-reliant and even support him as the city lord.
If there are idiots who want to win over others, there will naturally be people who will teach them what an iron-fisted dictatorship is in a fantasy world.
Reading novels in Blue Star in his previous life, Zhang Dongyun sometimes couldn't help but think that in a world like this kind of immortality and fantasy, it could be considered quite civilized without turning into a slave society.
"Now, let's see when Hui Tianyu brings me back."
Zhang Dongyun said to himself: "It is more likely that Du Kun's army will kill first?"
While he was making calculations, his heart suddenly moved slightly.
There seemed to be a sound coming from the distant mountains and forests.
The next moment, several people rushed out of the forest, panicking and running towards Chang'an City.