Mi Lu wore a raincoat and knocked off the ice covered on the windmill blades bit by bit.
Huge icicles fell to the ground one by one and shattered into pieces.
And he was already out of breath.
After all, he has not yet practiced Taoism and has no magical powers.
In terms of endurance and strength, he is not even as good as the farmers nearby.
He didn't even have time to take a breath.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the silhouette of a pheasant in the snow not far away.
Mi Lu swallowed her saliva and slowly approached the pheasant.
Then, he jumped up and pinned the pheasant to the ground.
"I can have a good meal today!" The young Prince of Chu grinned.
He never thought that he would be so happy just because he could catch a pheasant.
But it’s really fun!
Holding the pheasant firmly in her hand, Mi Lu held it in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully.
very good!
This pheasant is very fat, probably weighing five pounds.
You can have a full meal today!
Then he grabbed the pheasant, which was still flapping its wings and struggling, and returned to the cabin.
Quickly bleed it, remove its hair, and remove all its internal organs.
Then, he opened a pottery jar in the wooden house and carefully scooped out a bowl of snow-white flour using a pottery bowl.
This was the flour that the villagers gave him as a thank you after he helped a nearby villager repair the roof of his house a few days ago.
Fine flour ground in this windmill.
It smells like a fragrance.
Add water and mix well, knead it into a dough, then cover it with a lid and let the dough rise.
Mi Lu began to marinate the pheasant.
Take down a hanging pot of ale from the wooden beam.
Pour out a small bowl and spread evenly.
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
Tuk-tuk-tuk.
Mi Lu walked over and opened the door.
But they were a few children who were so cold that their faces were all red.
All nearby
"Mr. Mi!" The children were very polite and bowed deeply when they met: "I'm going to disturb you again!"
Mi Lu looked at it, smiled, and knelt down.
In Yingdu, he received countless flattery and countless respectful courtesy.
but……
Mi Lu had never felt any warmth from Yingdu's flattery and worship.
They are all sweet words without sincerity, and they are all respectful words under fear.
But here, on the banks of the Shashui River.
The children bent down and bowed slightly, but Mi Lu felt the real warmth.
"It doesn't matter!" He said with a smile: "Just in time, I just caught a pheasant, let's eat it together later..."
The children blinked and swallowed with saliva in their mouths.
But they shook their heads firmly: "No!"
"Mr. Mi, we are here to ask you for advice..."
They held a thin booklet in their hands.
The outer skin is sheepskin, bound together with twine, and inside are pieces of white paper.
"How do you pronounce these words?" The children opened the booklet in their hands and pointed to the words written in the grid.
If it had been in the past, Mi Lu might have smiled disdainfully.
Mortals still want to read?
But now, he smiled, took the children to the stove, then sat on the ground, held the booklet in his hand, pointed to each word, and explained it to the children.
"This character, pronounced 'Jun'..."
"Do you see it? Does the upper part of it look like a hand holding a scepter? Does the lower part look like a mouth?"
"Holding power and giving orders is the 'king'..."
The children blinked, looked at Mi Lu, and then asked: "Mr. Mi, then why is there no 'jun' in our village?"
Mi Lu swallowed.
He suddenly figured out something and laughed: "Because... you are the king!"
The children looked at this gentleman from a foreign country, who knew a lot of words and was very kind, but they didn't quite understand.
Mi Lu explained: "Look..."
"Did your parents choose the village chief?"
The children nodded.
"Did your parents also choose that land?"
The children nodded again.
"Then your parents, aren't they Jun?"
"The power is in their hands, and they can also give orders on things in the village! They can even control you!"
"Since your parents are kings, won't you also be kings when you grow up?"
As the children listened, their big eyes lit up: "That's it!"
They laughed and said: "So we are kings!"
"Yes!" Mi Lu said seriously: "You are the king!"
This is a fact!
Mi Lu knew that even the immortals from the Central Plains would recognize these children if they saw them.
They grew up under the teachings and virtues of the great master.
If you really want to talk about heel and foot, I am afraid that he far surpasses many ministers!
You can get a glimpse of it through the plume of luck rising above their heads.
Everyone is a Taoist.
All of them are talents!
Nowadays, I am practicing the Taoism passed down by the great master, and I have gradually gained the foundation of Taoism.
Next year, or at most the year after, some of them will begin to acquire supernatural powers.
What's more, this is the case in Shashui.
The mortals here are extremely confident.
No matter what kind of person you face, you can speak upright.
Mi Lu saw with her own eyes yesterday that a spirit in the sand and a farmer were sitting on the river embankment, drinking wine side by side.
Such a thing is not seen even in Chu State.
Chu State...
Although humans and demons live together, it is monks and demons who live together.
It is not a mixture of mortals and monsters.
Mortals have always been afraid of monsters and nobles with monster blood.
Moreover, even in Yingdu.
The monks and monsters also fight in melee every day.
This is the custom of Chu country.
But in this sandy water, mortals and spirits are like neighbors.
Many mortals use incense to buy the feces of aquatic monsters.
Then he took it back happily and used it to fertilize the fields.
Some villages even held a public meeting to make a decision, and then hired the strong Shui Tribe to help the village dig out mud.
The reward is to provide him with incense.
The water tribe is very satisfied.
Especially those aquariums that have recently taken refuge in sandy waters.
They haven't eaten incense for a long time.
The hungry demon body has dispersed. Now that we have arrived at Shashui, not only can we eat incense, but we don’t have to pay tribute. It’s so beautiful!
Mi Lu knew that in Taojia Village, there were even Shui people coming ashore in a grand manner to negotiate terms with mortals in the city.
As much mud as I dig for you, you give me as much incense.
Every penny counts!
Extremely novel!
Many foreign businessmen were dumbfounded.
Because this thing is unprecedented.
The water tribe is the water tribe, and mortals are mortals.
Between the water tribe and the mortals, there is He Bo.
Mortals offered sacrifices to Hebo, and Hebo provided support and restrained the Shui people.
When he arrived at Shashui, Hebo didn't need incense very much.
I am too lazy to skimp on the incense of the aquatic tribe.
Mortals and water tribes began to communicate with each other.
Especially those aquariums that have just surrendered. For the sake of incense, they compete with each other and keep the price very low.
Especially recently, Hebo captured several dragons in a tributary of the Huaihe River three thousand miles away.
As soon as those dragons came, they smashed through the floor with the money they paid for dredging!
For a thousand pounds of silt, people only need a thousand wisps of incense.
In addition, the dragons are also willing to provide door-to-door delivery services.
A thousand pounds of silt only requires a wisp of incense per mile.
At first glance, he looks like a pauper whose eyes are green from hunger!
This caused the Shashui Tribe to scold him.
Thinking of this, Mi Lu sighed in her heart: "Is this the new world?"
"If the new world is like this, it wouldn't be bad!"
……………………
Yingdao stood on the river embankment and looked at the two dragons on the tidal flats on the river bank who were using their huge bodies to stir up the mud on the tidal flats, stirring up all the black and smelly silt underneath.
They have a body of at least two feet long and a waist as thick as a bucket.
The huge dragon head was buried in the mud, and it easily pulled two to three thousand kilograms of mud into the wooden frame with its claws.
Then, these two huge dragons bit the sturdy wooden frames and sent the mud up the dam frame by frame.
"Forty thousand kilograms!" One of them said angrily: "Weigh it carefully!"
"Don't let our brothers be shortchanged!"
An old farmer on the embankment laughed: "Don't worry, two Ao brothers!"
"The incense produced in our Wangjiazhuang is the purest incense in the surrounding area for hundreds of miles!"
"It must be a sacrifice of three animals, then lit with the best incense, and worshiped to heaven and earth. The names of the two Ao brothers will also be written on it. There is no mistake at all!"
"Yes!" The two dragons nodded, and regardless of the mud and stench all over their bodies, they opened their mouths and said, "That's it, then we brothers would be very grateful!"
Looking for the Shui Tribe and the silt dredging industry, I don’t know which villager first reached an agreement with the Shui Tribe.
Anyway, in this winter, it quickly swept across both sides of the sand and water.
Those Shui tribes who defected from other river basins or were captured and returned would do anything for the sake of incense.
As long as you give incense, anything can be said easily!
Not to mention selling their efforts, their feces are now clearly marked with a price.
Yingdao was watching all this.
He let out a small breath.
There are also many rivers in Qin, and there are thousands of aquatic animals in the rivers.
The Qin State also raised and incorporated many water tribes into its army.
but……
But nothing like this has ever happened.
the reason is simple.
Yingdao knows the reason.
Not only because the water tribe is too dangerous, but also because He Bo is in the middle.
It's also because people are afraid.
Who is not afraid?
A dragon can easily reach several feet, and its size is dozens of times that of a mortal.
You can blow a mortal to death with just one breath.
but……
Yingdao also knew that there was another, more important and deeper reason.
Even the water tribe and the mortals of Qin believed in each other.
There was no He Bo standing in the way.
But this kind of cooperation between them still cannot be achieved!
He raised his head and watched the two dragons passing over his head.
Following the old farmer, we came to an altar.
This is the altar recently built in Wangjiazhuang.
The three animal sacrifices have been laid out.
They are all pigs and sheep raised by the village itself, and there are also chickens and rabbits.
Dozens of villagers stood neatly in front of the altar.
The village chief unfolded a piece of white paper and read out the sacrificial inscription in a succinct manner (this was written by Meng Bai for them. The village chief had already memorized the template. All he had to do was change the name of the sacrifice object): "Is it your honor?"
Jiaolong Ao Da and two brothers Ao dug mud for the people. In gratitude for their righteousness, we offer three animal sacrifices and pray to heaven and earth. We are willing to repay him with incense!"
"Please invite Jiaolong Ao Da and Ao Er to enjoy!"
After saying that, the thick incense sticks shipped from Cao State were lit.
The billowing incense rises.
Dozens of people bowed in unison: "Thank you, Jiaolong Ao Da, and brothers Ao for your help!"
As a result, the burning incense immediately became fragrant and fragrant.
The power of humanity is mixed in it, and the flavors of the three animals are gathered together.
When the two dragons saw it, they immediately opened their big mouths impatiently and started sucking them in. While sucking back, they exclaimed: "It's really pure! It's really pure!"
"This kind of incense still has a glimmer of humanity!"
"It's wonderful! It's wonderful!"
As they sucked and sucked, the two dragons even started to cry.
Such wonderful incense, such pure incense!
One strand can hold up ten strands!
What's more important is the faint light of humanity mixed in this incense.
It is the dream of all aquarists.
To the dragons, it is as good as merit!
because……
They will transform into dragons in the future, all relying on the light of humanity.
It is almost impossible for a dragon without enough humane light to transform into a dragon.
That is after transforming into a dragon.
The light of humanity is also irreplaceable to the Dragon Clan!
Because the dragon clan has sinned against heaven and earth.
The protagonist of today's world is the human race.
The Dragon Clan must be trusted and recognized by the human race.
Therefore, the dragon clan without the glorious blessing of humanity will inevitably be wiped out in the catastrophe!
The dragons were soon full of incense.
But the rest will not be wasted, but will be inhaled into the special organs in the nostrils.
That is an organ developed by the Jiaolong clan specifically for storing incense.
Just like a cow's stomach, it can regurgitate incense in times of famine.
When Yingdao saw this, he took a deep breath.
He has seen similar scenes many times these days.
Therefore, he knew that it was impossible to replicate a situation like Shashui's in Qin.
because……
Not only He Bo but also the immortals and gods were causing trouble.
The energy and spirit of the mortals of Qin State are far inferior to those of Shashui mortals.
Mortals with ragged clothes, sallow complexion, and haggard appearance can burn ten or even twenty wisps of incense, but they are no better than a wisp of sand and water.
But the problem is...
Yingdao remembered that he had seen some refugees fleeing from Qufu last month.
The appearance of those refugees is almost the same as that of ordinary people in Qin.
According to Meng Bai, this villager from Wangjiazhuang also fled from other places a few years ago.
Why is there such a big difference?
Yingdao thought about this problem.
Why, there are mortals in other places who are in ragged clothes and withered spirits.
It only took a few years to reach Shashui.
All of them were energetic, straight-backed, and full of confidence. Even the quality of their incense was more than ten times that of other places.
Whether facing a dragon or a monk from another country, he is neither humble nor arrogant, and treats them as equals.
Yingdao remembered the story he heard in Shashui.
Dayu controlled the floods, Foolish Old Man moved the mountains.
I also think of the legend about the immortal in Shashui.
He once said it to mortals.
Don't pray to the gods, because the gods can't help you.
Don't count on princes, because princes only want to be princes for generations to come.
Therefore, the people were not allowed to kneel to the gods or worship the princes again.
Let the people stand up.
"Is this the power of a mortal standing up?" Yingdao thought.