Yang Er was not as lucky as Jiang Thirteen. Like most people, he can't remember well, and he doesn't want to memorize those twists and turns. Originally, he was going to be sent to pick up soil, but fortunately, the traverser in charge of the work looked at him pleasing to the eye at the beginning, and felt that he was young and liked his cleverness, so he arranged for him to take care of the sick number.

Yang Er originally planned to take advantage of the unpreparedness and escape from this evil temple in the middle of the night. However, one night before he looked at the wall and decided to act, gunshots rang out behind the temple. The next morning, he was called out to bury the body, and when he found out that the two martyrs who had run into the forest were beaten to death from behind with some kind of bird gun, Yang Er extinguished the idea of running away.

Now he can only bury his hatred for Hu Zhengqi in his heart, and work honestly for the traverser for the time being.

However, there are still benefits to taking care of the sick number, since Jiang Shisan moved away, every day or two, he can secretly get a chicken leg or a piece of fat for the eldest brother who is a life-saving benefactor and a new recognition. While Yang Er was munching, he always wanted to remind this little brother who was very interested in his own appetite: "This place is weird, not like the number of Buddha's roads."

However, whenever he wanted to open his mouth, he could always hear Jiang Shisan chattering and praising the current Elysium-like days, and Yang Er could only swallow the words back into his stomach silently.

The fifteen-year-old boy naturally doesn't think about it so much, from now on, he only needs to enjoy the benefits brought to him by the attribute of "Xueba", and this is the beginning, and the benefits are far from the end......

A few days later, in the morning, when Jiang Shisan was sitting in the side hall of Moyun Temple, burying his head in calculating a math problem, a commotion suddenly sounded outside the hall. The next moment, a group of people poured in Hulala, and it was Abbot Pudu who led the way. Surrounded by a group of big Han stars in the middle, is a tall, dressed in a lake silk robe, with a folding fan in his hand, like a son-in-law.

Seeing such a formation, without waiting for people to shout, the people in the hall who have learned a lot of "rules" these days hurriedly stood up and stood solemnly.

Jiang Shisan secretly glanced outside when he stood up, and found that Hu Xianhu, who was famous in the temple and was in charge of disciplining newcomers, was actually waiting outside the palace gate, and he immediately understood that it must be a noble person who came today.

The next moment, these people just walked over to Jiang Shisan, but Master Pudu, who is usually a dignified treasure, was a little obscene today, pointing at Jiang Shisan and smiling slightly: "This is a scholar, so hungry that he can't stand steadily, and he can learn more than a dozen words a day, which is very exaggerated." ”

"Hey, this kind of person has a murderous aura, at least three bars, I hid in school back then." The young man smiled and said something in a strange accent that the boy couldn't understand.

A dry laugh echoed from all around. A man in his thirties, wearing a soft hat and looking like a housekeeper, opened his mouth and asked, "Are there many people here?" ”

Monk Pudu smiled bitterly when he heard this: "Where there are so many, there are only three or five people who can keep up with the speed of literacy." Speaking of this, the monk patted Jiang Shisan's shoulder with relief: "He is the only one of this level." ”

Jiang Shisan lowered his head at the moment, he didn't dare to take a breath, his mind was in chaos, but fortunately, the next moment Brother Gongzi asked him with a smile, and he understood this sentence: "What is the name of the little brother?" ”

"Back to the master, little Jiang Thirteen." The boy hurriedly bowed down and replied.

Brother Gongzi smiled and shook his head after hearing this: "Why is this kind of name again, this scholar should also have a magnificent name......"

The next moment, Jiang Shisan's neck was immediately slapped on the back of the neck, and a low shout was heard in his ear: "You still haven't thanked Gongzi for giving him a name?" ”

The young man was excited, and knelt on his knees reflexively: "Thirteen thanks to Gongzi Xie for his name." ”

Brother Childe laughed, opened the fan and shook it a few times: "You guys are chasing ducks to the shelves, so let's give it a name, um... The surname is Jiang, and this surname Jiang doesn't seem to be very famous, Jiang Kun? It's not proper, what I can think of is Jiang Ziya, well, it's called Jiang Shang, how is this name? ”

"Good! Good name! ”

"This name is good, and it is atmospheric!"

"The Auxiliary Martial King is tyrannical, the name Jiang Shang is of great practical significance, and the level of Mr. Cao's name is really high!"

A large wave of sycophancy rolled around him......

Brother Gongzi looked proud, took back the sandalwood fan and knocked it on the palm of his hand: "See the smile and laugh, the old brother has passed a few times, and ...... have passed."

Flickering and flickering. After a group of people rushed in and left a new name for the young man, as if they had finished a big thing, they turned around and walked out of the temple gate while talking and laughing. Only the freshly baked "Jiang Shang" classmate was left, and he was still stunned there, his eyes straight, and he couldn't figure it out.

......

With the successive completion of one "project" after another, and with the approach of "that day", the crossing group began to shrink strategically. In other words, I don't have to do anything lately, digest the existing resources with peace of mind, and prepare for the expedition.

In line with this purpose, the important people in the company have gathered a supervision group in the past few days to collectively inspect various bases, and today it is the turn of Moyunguan. The main thing for everyone is to see how this "resettlement camp for displaced people" has been built with a lot of resources.

Brother Gongzi is naturally Chairman Cao Chuancao. Since he wants to save as many times as possible at the moment, no matter where he lands in time and space, he will always rest on the spot for a period of time before crossing again according to the situation. In the past few days, he has been recuperating in Tangzhuang, and today he happened to follow Xia Xianze and his group to Moyunguan to relax.

After a group of people visited the "Moyunguan Primary School", after coming out of the dilapidated side hall under the corridor, they passed through a row of temporary thatched huts, and after going up a few stone steps, it was the location of the former front hall of Moyunguan. At this moment, there is a group of topless homeless people, sweating and busy on the construction site.

The original front hall and the main hall of Moyun Temple have long been remnants due to thunder and fire. The displaced people collected in these temples picked out all the wood, bricks and tiles that could be used, and the rest of the waste materials were picked up to fill the ditch behind the mountain, and then carried sand and gravel from outside the temple, filled in the foundation pit, and tamped with wooden stakes to prepare to build a house.

"The geographical location of Moyunguan is good, but it is a little tattered here. But it's okay, let's just tear it all down and rebuild it, anyway, these people are idle. Feng Jun led everyone forward and introduced: "This is the first phase, and the plan is to lay a good foundation, first temporarily build a single-story dormitory, and wait for the second phase to wait for the steel bars......"

The accompanying traverser with an industrial mouth suddenly rolled his eyes when he heard this.

Xia Xianze, who was wearing a soft hat and looked like an old housekeeper, coughed, and no longer led the topic to something that had no score like steel bars, he changed his direction: "I see that the mental outlook of these people who work is not bad, and the colleagues in the human resources department seem to be bothered." ”