Compared with the nearly 10,000 victims, 2,000 officers and soldiers are not much. The Xiang army was originally just a means for Zhao Song to absorb the victims. Their combat effectiveness is low, and they do not even have uniform clothing and weapons. If no one had told Zhao Xiang that these people were the Xiang Army, Zhao Xiang would naturally have classified them among the victims of the disaster - the only good thing was that they would not have to worry about filling their stomachs, and they would not have degenerated into chaos again.

The registration of the victims of Xiaozhishan is still ongoing, and only 800 laborers out of 3,000 people can barely be selected, and as before, they are still numbered first and then registered in batches. Zhaoyan didn't know Arabic numerals, so this time even Zhang Wen, Li Laoliu and Li Qijin were sent to write cards.

Zhao Yan could only stand in front of the team with the black-sheathed Tang knife to maintain order. Since Zhao Xiang handed over this knife to her, it was naturally hers, and as for returning it, she had no intention of returning it.

The numbered migrant workers and their families were placed in a makeshift tent on the concrete floor in front of the warehouse, where there were no more more people left. Each large tent is made up of several smaller tents stitched together, separated by numerous curtains, and the cubicles become temporary rooms.

There were no beds, so I had to sleep on the floor, but fortunately, each household was given enough bedding and mats.

No one cares whether those quilts are pure cotton or man-made fibers, and no one knows what black heart cotton is.

After finding a place for their family, these newly transformed migrant workers were taken to give a brief lecture, and then they were given tools and went to work on the construction site.

As for their families, they hugged the straw into the "home" in bundles - the sudden autumn rain caused the temperature to drop a lot suddenly, and if they spread the mat directly on the ground, I am afraid that the whole family will be infected with the wind chill when they sleep. Straw is an excellent insulation material, I don't know who first picked up these mountains of straw from the edge of the field as mattresses, anyway, the people who came behind have done the same, and they can't wait to spread the small lattice with straw.

After arranging the small homes, some of the families of these victims stayed behind, and some came out to walk around. They were even more curious about how the more than 2,000 people who came first lived.

The environment inside the warehouse is better, but it's only relative. People also live in small cubicles surrounded by curtains. The only difference is that the people here don't have that kind of fear on their faces, and everyone has found what they should do.

They would go to the ditches on the ridges to touch the snails and clams, they would catch birds in the harvested rice fields, and they would catch hares and voles in the woods, and then they would divide half of their harvest and take it to the canteen.

The hares in Xiaozhi Mountain were bought and raised by Zhao Xiang a few months ago, and they reproduced at an astonishing rate, and soon became an important source of meat for the villagers. The number of rabbits has dropped dramatically due to the large number of people moving in, but if you are willing to put in a trap and put some fresh cabbage pulled from the river beach, you can always catch it.

No one told the families of the victims what they needed to do, everything was spontaneous. Smiles can already be seen on the children's faces, and the men come back from work, and although they can only bring back one kilogram of white rice, it is enough to feed the family. The violent atmosphere that has been formed by the oppression of large families and clans in the ancestral land for a long time has slowly dissipated.

If you can't live if you are not oppressed and excluded, who wants to leave your hometown?

And here, those neighbors across the curtain often have the same situation. There is no bullying and oppression, and everyone feels that life is no longer a painful thing. Seeing the officers and soldiers stationed on the river embankment, they no longer felt wet, and they could even talk to the officers and soldiers who came to beg for water and drink.

On the edge of the river boundary between the big and small Zhi Mountains, a huge brick kiln was built on the grass where Chunyang took Zhao Xiang and the monks of Kaiyuan Temple to meet. Zhao Xiang had only drilled through an abandoned brick kiln when he was a child, and it was difficult for him to design one with great effort, so the ready-made designs on the Internet were moved, and then Chen Hanlin's apprentices completed the construction with hundreds of migrant workers.

The most important thing in Zhangzhou, which is sparsely populated and wide, is wood, and the surrounding area of Dazhi Mountain is overgrown with trees, and Zhao Xiang has no guilt at all when it is cut down for fuel. And if you want to be full of firepower, you have to use those giant trees on the ruins of Kaiyuan Temple.

The strange hand drove up the Kaiyuan Temple, knocked down the ruins, picked out the unburned wood from it, and transported it to the brick kiln at the foot of the mountain - even the loess used to burn the bricks came directly from the mountain of Dazhi Mountain. Similarly, Zhao Xiang didn't feel guilty at all.

The people in the vicinity were dissatisfied with this, they felt that Zhao Xiang was competing for their own survival resources, and organized thirty or fifty people to come over to make trouble, but the courtyard only sent two patrol squads, carrying bright machetes to pass in front of them, and these villagers dispersed.

The river channel under the embankment is extending in both east and west directions. The excavators, known as the strange hands, dug up the soil from the river and no longer used it to build walls, but were pushed by migrant workers in wheelbarrows to the brick kilns.

Pushing a cart of loess over, a cart of red bricks will be pushed back accordingly, and these bricks will soon be built on both sides of the river as a bank foundation to ensure that the soil on the bank will not collapse.

Brick kilns, transportation, and wall building, these three things alone almost exhausted all the 1,500 migrant workers on Zhao Xiang's hands. If it weren't for the fear that the opening would be too big, Zhao Xiang would still want to recruit hundreds more.

Insufficient manpower can only be replaced by machines, such as digging rivers and using mechanical operations, such as removing stagnant water and using pumping machines, and the saved manpower is transferred to places that cannot be completed by machines to shine.

Since the garrison came up from the river embankment, Wang Haoran has never appeared. Wang Cun came twice, and both times he said that Lord Wang was very busy, and he personally took the head catcher and his hands to maintain law and order in the whole territory of Longxi. At the end, I always have to add: you have to hold on!

On the eighth day after the rioters stormed Kaiyuan Temple, and on the fifth day after Zhao Xiang received 3,000 victims by the county king, after the start of construction in the morning, the chimney of the brick kiln was still spitting green and light white smoke, the migrant workers pushed carts and carts to carry loess and red bricks, and the children fished in the stream, caught birds and rabbits in the fields and in the forest......

Everything is calm and business as usual.

It was rare that everything was on the right track, Zhao Xiang had to set up a small coffee table on the southeast corner of the mountain top wall, boil a pot of water on an alcohol stove, make a cup of good tea, and look down on all beings in the cold autumn wind.

"You can't put this knife down, it's just a beautiful little girl, you have to hold a knife every day with a black face, so that everyone is afraid of you, why bother?" Zhao Xiang took a sip of tea and looked at Zhao Yan who was standing beside him.

Zhao Yan hugged Tang Dao tightly in her arms and did not speak.

"It's cold, the clothes I prepared for you earlier can be taken out and worn, and you feel cold when you wear them so thinly every day. Those who don't know think I'm mean to you sisters. ”

Zhao Yan still ignored Zhao Xiang and looked into the distance.

"That's what your master taught you? Ignore what others talk to you? What is this, even if I let out a stinky fart, you can cover your nose anyway, right? ”

"Poof......" Zhao Yan smiled, but she still tried her best to put her face back up, so that her pretty little face was a little deformed.