There was a crowd of people in front of the official office.
There was a small official sitting at the door, writing a register.
There was a long queue, and there were men and women, old and young, all wearing coarse clothes made of Gebu. Clothes made of this material were not very warm, even if the common people added reeds, catkins and other fillers inside and wore them inside and out.
A few pieces were still shivering from the cold.
The common people who have not yet had their turn can only hug their shoulders and stamp their feet to keep warm.
At the front of the team, the clerk asked: "What is it called?"
"My name is Wang Tieniu."
The clerk wrote the name and serial number on a blank piece of bamboo, handed it to Wang Tieniu in front of him, pointed behind him and said: "Take this thing and follow the path framed by the rope. Don't look too much with your eyes, and your legs
Stop wandering around, got it?"
Wang Tieniu accepts it with great gratitude.
The clerk rushed to the back and said: "Next one."
What is the Sibao County Government Office doing?
This matter goes back to a few days ago.
On that day, the government office suddenly posted a notice saying that as long as they were common people from Sibao County, between the ages of six and thirty-six, and of good appearance, they could come to the government office to participate in the selection event. The successful candidate would be rewarded with a reward of one
A piece of silkworm cloth, the loser also gets a consolation prize, half a pound of pork and a pound of cotton. The common people don’t know what cotton is, but they know about pork!
I guess this cotton can also be used for cooking.
How many families have a meatless meal on New Year’s Day all year round?
They don't want cotton but they want half a pound of meat!
Many people came over to ask how to win the prize, but the official in charge was tight-lipped and just said that he could come and participate. The common people were worried, but they couldn't resist the temptation of half a pound of meat, so they thought of coming over to try. The same was true for Wang Tieniu. This was the first time in his life.
Entering a county official's office, he didn't dare to look around even if the clerk didn't tell him to. He kept his head lowered and followed the line.
This place was the abandoned outer courtyard of the government office. It was simply cleaned up and put into use at this time. There was someone outside the door who was responsible for collecting the bamboo pieces. Then he pointed to the house and said: "Don't be nervous, just go in."
Less than a quarter of an hour later, he came out.
He was holding half a pound of pork and cotton in his hand.
The villagers who were still waiting in line hurriedly asked him what was going on inside.
Wang Tieniu said blankly: "...the big shots inside don't know what to do, they just want to see how happy, angry, and sad we are...isn't this a case of idleness?"
He was still stunned when he got the consolation prize.
Got the reward so easily?
Isn't this easier than picking it up for nothing?
I didn't expect big shots like these from the government to have such a habit.
The villagers were confused.
As more and more ordinary people received consolation prizes, three pieces of news took wings and flew all over Xiaocheng. First, these big shots in the government office had eccentricities; second, the pork in the government office was so fragrant that people drooled; and third, the cotton was not
Vegetables are things that keep you warm.
Although there is only one pound of cotton, it is warmer than four or five pieces of Gebu coarse clothes stuffed with reed catkins. The government also announced that cotton will be planted on a large scale in Sibao County. In the coming winter, they will be able to buy it at a low price.
Planting clothes.
Within a period of time, any store that sells cotton-filled winter coats will attract countless envious glances, and only close relatives and friends can try them on for a while. Wrapping your upper body in cotton-padded clothes will warm up your chilly body, which is leaking air everywhere.
The common people are eagerly looking forward to this.
Merchants with a keen sense of smell are even more aware of business opportunities.
I spent a lot of money to get in touch with the government and asked about cotton in a roundabout way. If I could buy it first and smuggle it to other places at a high price, it would be a huge profit every time!
However, promoting cotton is not the main purpose.
The ultimate goal of the official office is to form a theater troupe!
In the words of the protagonist, it is a film and television version of the story!
This is exactly why we have been selecting talents with acting talent in the past few days. By the way, we have used activities to promote Cotton to facilitate future promotion. After a lot of work, Cotton has been widely advertised, but people with acting talent have not.
several.
Her appearance is not outstanding, and she is decent at most, but that is not a problem. With the prayer book here, how many acquired beauties will not be there? Because Shen Tang only told Lin Feng a rough idea before, providing a general direction, and did not
Involving specific operations, this means that the "film and TV version of the story" plan can only be completed by everyone's imagination. This is really stumping for everyone who stayed behind.
In the end, it was Liao Jia who came to the rescue.
Without him, he has seen much.
As a gifted illegitimate son of a young royal family, Liao Jia was used to banquets, singing and dancing. It seems that the "film and television version of the script" is similar. The difference is that the former sings and dances, while the latter reads the script according to the script, plus appropriate scene arrangements.
, should be close to ten. It's just easier said than done. Common people are basically blind. It's so difficult to memorize large sections of dialogue between characters.
Liao Jia sighed: "This is too difficult..."
It is difficult for the chosen one to recite the dialogue.
It is even more difficult to let them act out the characters in the story.
Can't Lin Feng collect some story books in which the characters' identities are closer to the common people? The characters are either royal nobles or noble families, and literary scholars and courageous warriors are the standard. Even if the protagonist is really a commoner, the class will change in the subsequent development.
so--
"This 'Five Elements of Immorality' is really immoral!"
But when I think that if the plan is successful, the government can use it to influence the thoughts of the people under its rule, I feel that it is worthwhile.
Lio Jia was beeping endlessly until he smelled a sudden smell of blood. Looking in the direction of the smell, he pointed at Qishan's hand and said, "Yuanliang, what's wrong with your hand..."
Qishan was also looking at the palm of his hand.
A wound penetrated the palm of his hand.
There was an extremely violent martial energy near the wound, and Liao Jia suddenly stood up on guard. Qishan's expression remained as usual: "It's okay, there is some movement on the Lord's side. I think he has met a powerful enemy."
He decided to tear off a piece of cloth and tie up the wound.
Just as I was about to stand up, I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder.
Qishan's body shook twice and fell forward. Liu Jia quickly supported him with quick eyes and hands. The hand on Qishan's shoulder was soon stained red by the warm blood. Qishan took a deep breath and said: "Help me
Go to the side compartment and ask Dr. Dong to come over."
Dr. Dong obviously knows something.
When I heard that Qishan was injured, he hurriedly carried the medicine box.
When he came over, the number of wounds on Qishan's body had increased to seven. Dr. Dong took off his clothes, and Lio Jia's eyes widened suddenly when he saw the wounds on Qishan's body. The other wounds were not fatal, except for the one on his shoulder.
The waist and abdomen area...
Dr. Dong also saw it for the first time.
Said: "Please also ask the master to circulate the literary energy to protect the heart."
The movement of Wen Qi can speed up the healing of injuries.
Qishan said: "I'm protecting you."
After all, he also cherishes his life.
Dr. Dong took out the silver needle and burned it with fire.
Although the literary spirit of a scribe can also stop bleeding, the effect will be more rapid if it is supplemented by acupuncture. Dr. Dong was about to inject the acupuncture, when a bloody hole suddenly appeared on Qishan's arm. He sighed: "What happened to Mr. Shen?"
rival?"
Because Dr. Dong had treated Qishan several times, the origin of the wound was not hidden from him. As a doctor, he was impressed by the magic of this world every time he saw it. There are actually people in this world who can help another person share their burdens across thousands of mountains and rivers.
Hurt!
Qishan's face lost color due to blood loss.
Even speaking is a bit difficult.
He said: "He must be stronger than Gong Xiqiu."
Dr. Dong said: "That is really a powerful enemy!"
Qishan lowered his head and looked at the wound on his chest that was not leaking blood, but he felt lucky in his heart. His scribe's skills could bear half of Shen Tang's injuries. If all these injuries were inflicted on her body, she would not die.
, but also in a difficult situation.
Just as I was thinking about it, a mouthful of blood overflowed from my throat.
Doctor Dong handed him the veil calmly.
"Prayer book, wipe it."
Lio Jia looked at Qi Shan: "Yuanliang, you..."
Qishan said: "Don't worry, my lord will not die there."
Even if the King of Hell comes, she won’t be able to die!
Liao Jia's brows were twisted into knots, and she suppressed her anger: "What Jia is worried about is not the Lord, but you! Qi Yuanliang, how can you still laugh after suffering such a serious injury?"
Are you really not afraid of Ga?
Qi Shan responded to him with a smile: "It's indeed a pleasure."
Liao Jia: "..."
Qishan said: "Because I feel at ease now."
He raised his hand and carefully felt the pain and wounds in his body that did not belong to him, feeling happy.
These wounds prove that Shen Tang always trusts him.
She has always been the mistress he longed for, and she is his most important existence in the world. He does not have to experience the pain of an important person dying in front of his eyes for the second time in his lifetime. That kind of heart-breaking pain is enough to kill him.
All the motivation for him to survive. This slightly morbid joy is something that Lio Jia cannot empathize with. I really feel sorry for him.
Liao Jia: "..."
Hahaha, he didn't feel sorry at all.
Use the Spirit of Words to help Qi Shan recover the consumed Wen Qi.
Qishan said sincerely: "Thank you very much."
Lia Jia: "If you die, who will Jia ask for debt?"
After that, there were still wounds, but they were not fatal, but the number was terrifying: "You won't die even if you do this, you are destined to die!"
Don’t be ashamed to pray for good: “The harm will last for thousands of years!”
Liao Jia and Dr. Dong stayed there for two hours.
Seeing that it was starting to get dark outside, Liao Jia asked the government cook to cook some medicinal food for Qi Shan to replenish blood and Qi. He thought that the battle would be coming to an end, but he didn't know that this guarding lasted for a day and night. Qi Shan's body's Wen Qi was replenished several times.
The Wen Qi of the Dan Mansion could be replenished, but it was difficult to recover from the physical and mental fatigue. He could only barely stay awake. But at this moment, the Wen Qi of the Dan Mansion that was originally full was instantly drained of Wen Qi. Qishan suddenly closed his eyes. He was so frightened.
Liao Jia thought his soul had returned to the underworld.
Dr. Dong checked his pulse.
"She fell asleep."
Liao Jia asked: "Is the person alive?"
Dr. Dong said firmly: "Yes, alive."
At the same time, they also discovered that after Qi Shan fell into a coma, there were no new wounds on his body. This proved that the war on Master/Jun Shen’s side had come to an end for the time being. Dr. Dong looked at Qi Shan sleeping peacefully and said:
"It's a hard fight!"
Liao Jia was worried: "I don't know whether we will win or lose."
Dr. Dong said: "Mr. Shen's martial arts fortune is prosperous. Even if there are some ups and downs for a while, I believe she will be able to turn bad luck into good fortune in the end."
The battlefield was brutal, far beyond their imagination.
This matter started from the first day when Huang Lie said "Three armies, attack". Jiang Ao was proud of his strength, so naturally he wanted to decide the outcome in three battles. His own 100,000 elite soldiers, coupled with the morale increase from consecutive victories, were flat.
The rotten fish and shrimps in front of us are not a problem.
As for the coalition forces refusing to fight against the generals and going to war directly?
This possibility did not exist in Jiang Ao's mind.
He was sure that the coalition forces did not have the courage!
The reason is also simple. The strength of the coalition forces is not as good as our own. If we still give up the opportunity to fight against each other - even if the winning rate is slim, but what if? Cao Jie always likes to think about "what if". As a result, things develop not as he expected.
Doesn't match.
He provoked and suppressed Huang Lie, forcing the other party to intervene.
Huang Lie really turned out to be a person, a young scribe who knew his history of humiliation. This person brought him great shame back then! But what was even more shameful was that Chu Yao asked him to [silence his words and seize his voice] in front of the two armies.
, how is this different from slapping him?
Jiang Ao's anger suddenly reached its peak.
"You are seeking death!" He used his martial energy to forcefully break through the [Speech Suppression and Sound Seizing], and the backflow of energy and blood for a moment made his face turn purple.
The soaring war drums were like ferocious beasts roaring in grief and anger. The battlefield lit up with strong or weak martial or literary light, and the energy of heaven and earth within a hundred miles radius trembled. The shouts of killing rang out, and the vanguard cavalry of the two armies took the lead in the confrontation.
Fighting broke out everywhere.
Even more angry than Jiang Ao were the coalition generals.
Among the crowd, several weapons flew out, forming shadows of different colors in the air. There was only one target——
Jiang Ao, the sixteenth-level great master.
Jiang Ao didn't pay attention to the tricks of these children. He just raised his foot and stamped the ground. The movement under his feet was as fierce as a dragon turning over, and the cracks rushed towards the coalition forces. The majestic and surging martial energy erupted in all directions, and
Those weapons collided head-on. The air was distorted and countless colorless ripples appeared.
He said arrogantly: "It's just an ant, a witherworm's little trick!"
A look shot out, and the ordinary soldiers wherever he looked exploded and died, with blood spraying and flying, but there were no intact corpses. Ordinary people are indeed ants in the eyes of warriors of this level, and warriors below the sixth level.
Warriors are just slightly stronger ants. The former can kill them with just one look, while the latter still need to raise their hands and move their feet.
But are the results different?
No difference, everyone must die!
"You are the only page left in the family register. No wonder you are so arrogant. Your co-author is a barefoot orphan. He is not afraid of anything."
Those weapons couldn't hit Jiang Ao, but Shen Tang and Shao Chong were able to get close to him, and with them came the [Five Virtues of Generals] Yan Ling. The Mother Sword in Shen Tang's hand seemed to have no lethality.
, Jiang Ao laughed, and he raised his fingers.
Unexpectedly, the expected death from the broken sword did not occur.
An iron claw came towards me.
The target is his eyeballs.
Jiang Ao raised his eyebrows and finally was willing to draw his weapon.
There was a loud bang and both sides retreated temporarily.
Shen Tang said: "You should lift his heavenly spirit cover."
Shaochong did not adopt Shen Tang's suggestion.
"But I want to scratch his eyeballs even more."
Shen Tang looked at Jiang Ao and provoked him: "Okay, you scratch his eyeballs, and I will be responsible for opening his Tianling cover to see what shit is inside!"
Jiang Ao did not know Shen Tang.
As for Shaochong, he had seen it in the intelligence, but he was only a fifteenth-level junior high-ranking officer, so he was not afraid of it. He also planned to take advantage of this battle to wipe out the coalition's top combat power and prove his strength with enough military exploits.