After lunch, the people of Yuanyuan County and the mountain people who ran down took new tools to build the road.

Children helped carry soil and stones.

The Feather Forest Flyer laid down his weapons and helped build a simple shack.

Li Feng led people to ask the people working in the county about the situation, how old the family were, whether they were men or women.

Ask for a record, and take it out and ask the people to press their mudras.

After being asked, the people hurriedly took tools to repair the road, and worked hard, more than ten times faster than before.

Two days ago, they used bamboo shovels to work, and they were able to pick up most of the soil at one time, but they had to pick up one-fifth.

Replaced with a shovel, kicked down at once, full of spades, ten paces away, and a spade slid out steadily.

The tools belonged to the people, and the people said that they knew where there were herbs and wild beasts, so they went to pick and hunt them.

Take it back and count the money directly, buy tools and finally take them home to the people.

It is equivalent to the south gate standing wood and the horse bone of Qianjin City, and the people trust the officials, and at the same time obtain benefits through their own efforts.

The mountain people came with tools, which were not very good, and they were also replaced with good tools.

If the mountain people bring it back, they need to repay it in installments without interest.

The tools purchased in bulk are still cheap, and the owner of the village asks to take them all and repay them later.

In the afternoon, more people came to find them, and some of the officials who had left before went home to report the news, and they were very happy and were about to make a fortune.

The people in the county spread the word, and they didn't know the situation of their families in front of them, so they gathered together to make food and rushed over.

The old man, the old lady, the older children led the children, and the women who had fathers and sons working in the house, and they all ran to the place where the road was being built.

I saw many horses and people, and the scene of road construction was in full swing.

The men in the county are shirtless, and the women are wearing multiple small clothes.

Yulin Flying Rider is also bare-chested, and the autumn in Guangzhou is also hot, even if it is too much.

They cut down the wood with a double saw, tied the mat with branches, the wood stood up, and the mat was tied? A shack appeared.

Not a three-religion shack? It's about the same as a house.

After a section of the road was repaired, the shack was demolished? Moving forward again? Generally, it is a few miles to change places to save time on walking.

Fresh wood sinks? Three or four Yulin flew to carry it, and there was no situation where anyone was lazy.

In general? Carrying wood for two people? If there are too many people, I am afraid that some people will not contribute.

Yulin Feiqi specializes in practicing this, and everyone must work hard, otherwise the wood can't be carried, and the weight is so designed.

No one is lazy? Being lazy will hurt your comrades.

The bark is not thin? There was a deep mark on the shoulder, which made people feel pain when they looked at it.

When dealing with wood and branches, the skin will be red and the skin will bulge.

Yulin Feiqi is expressionless? Get used to it.

They have scars left by training on their bodies, and they don't need to be eliminated by Li Yi? Keep it, no shame.

Anyway, a person with a scar is more deterrent than a person with a tattoo.

Later, the people in the county saw another group of people? Wearing an earthy yellow official uniform and holding a clip on his hand? I'm writing, writing, drawing, drawing.

"Daddy? What are you doing here? Is this a new prefectural order? Li Mingfu, as well as the county magistrate, the county lieutenant, and the clerk, are all people from the Li family Zhuangzi, Dad, you rest, I can't leave here. ”

A pickaxe-wielding man paused for a moment, touched the sweat from his face with his hand, greeted an old man among the people who came, and picked up the pickaxe again.

"It's not that you can't work hard -- >>

Yes? Can you eat enough? The old man glared and said the plan directly.

"Uncle Chen, don't scold, you can't do it, the new official is a person from the Li family Zhuangzi in Bashui, Chang'an, and he will cook and eat when he comes, and Li Mingfu has a hand in baking pies."

A woman next to her helped speak, and she was next to the pickaxe-wielding man.

This man is the youngest son of the old man, who has just reached the crown this year and has no daughter-in-law.

The woman is one year older than him, and she talked about a husband's family before, and the husband's family dislikes her family for being poor, mainly because she is beautiful and has rumors, so she doesn't want it.

With this man, the two of them looked at each other.

The old man is like a human spirit, and he understands at a glance, glaring, "Why is Xiaoyi so small?" Where does the heat heat go? ”

"I know Uncle Chen." The woman hurriedly took her coat and put it on.

"Go back and ask the fourth son and his mother to make you a fitting little coat." The old man said again and looked at Li Feng.

"My daughter's clothes are small and her breasts are big, and you are still in charge of the old Chen?" Next to me came a woman in her fifties.

"What do you mean by that?" The old man glared, but he couldn't bear the murderous aura in the other party's eyes, and spoke to Li Feng.

"You pay your salary?" The old man knew that he had no wages before.

"If you don't give it, Yan Xie and they promised to pay for it, and Zhang Gong's city department will not allocate money, and my Li family Zhuangzi has money, but he can't spend it like this."

Li Feng shook his head and explained things clearly.

Then he said, "We will make two clothes and two pairs of shoes, and we will eat and have meat for our work." ”

"Okay." The old man understands that he doesn't give money directly, but gives benefits and rules.

"But." Li Feng also said, "Provide the approximate location of the beast, and help pick herbs, and we will pay for it." ”

Another farmer in the county said, "Now we need a straw curtain to block the gaps in the shack and prevent mosquitoes from entering."

You go back and do it, and we will pay for it, and when the road is finished, the curtain will be given to the people who do the work. ”

Including those who work, they all understand that they don't pay for their work, and they make up for it from somewhere else.

It is equivalent to weaving curtains for his own family, and the court also pays for it.

The old man's fingers moved, and he prepared to weave the curtain.

By the way, I reminded, "I heard that the people of the Yan family have been promoted, you are not good at acting in the county yamen, and the rest of the Yan family is here." ”

"The proprietor of my family is a big official who can talk about poetry and wealth with the Zaifu, how can he care about your small county?" Li Feng was tough and gave the people a confidence.

"Okay, okay." The old man was happy, now he has a backer, and the situation has changed.

They took out the food they brought and handed it to Li Feng and the others, so that they could deal with it at night.

When it got dark, the people went back and prepared to start making curtains tomorrow to keep mosquitoes out for their own people, and make money by the way.

The man who had eaten continued to work, saying that when he was tired, he slept until dawn.

The children of the mountain people couldn't stay up, so they finished eating and went to bed early.

Li Feng and the others rushed to the county with a hundred Yulin flying horses to collect the account books.

They believe that the account books are now in a mess, and many of them are not even recorded.

At this time, the account books are the most real, and the people of the Yan family are estimated to have been promoted, and they are not afraid of others checking the accounts at all.

"Will it catch fire? A fire burned, along with the books and the storeroom. "A farmer thinks of a possibility.

Afraid that someone would check the accounts, they simply burned them, there was no account to deal with, and the things in the warehouse were also burned.

This kind of thing can happen in all times, especially in the management of grain, including the replacement of old rice with new rice.

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