Under the weather. All the soldiers were uncomfortable, since they went to Bingzhou very much, they had not been comfortable when they met Luo Gaoshun, and they didn't even have much time to breathe. In the past, there was a lot of time to rest, but now, just a little bit of time can be cherished by them, with a kind of mind that only once, and the next time they don't know if there will be a rest.

Now, the whole village is full of busy figures, both soldiers and ordinary people. All of them are filled with an optimistic mentality, driven by this mentality, everyone works very hard, and there is no laziness.

Because, in their eyes, what they see is Gao Shun's physical practice, every day, every time, regardless of the scorching sun or sunny weather, they can see Gao Shun's figure as before. Even the main general can carry a log, like an ordinary soldier under the scorching sun, sweating the same and doing the same thing, how can they have the lazy mind?

"General!" Several soldiers carrying various tools couldn't help but stand up straight when Gao Shun passed by, their expressions were solemn, and they shouted in unison.

Gao Shun nodded lightly, without any expression on his face, still serious. He hugged the log, his shoulders moved slightly, and the parts of his two shoulders were embroidered with a piece of leather and soft cloth inside. Even if he had prepared for it, the skin on Gao Shun's shoulders was still rubbed off a large piece of flesh, and the soft fabric could bring a tingling pain when touched lightly.

No one could detect his abnormality, Gao Shun's expression was like ice that would not melt for thousands of years, and it was very difficult to see a little other emotion on it. Even Gao Shun himself has long been used to it, and many times when he doesn't smile, he has forgotten how to use the muscles on both sides of his cheeks to spread his smile.

"Concentrate on your work." Gao Shundao, his tone was cold, and he carried the log past the soldiers and walked forward.

"Yes." The young soldiers stuck out their tongues, they had long been familiar with General Gao's way of acting, but when he walked past him, he still couldn't resist the instinctive reaction of his body. As long as they saw Gao Shun, no matter what their mood was before, they would quickly enter a state of imminent battle, their bodies tense and their spirits highly cohesive.

Some soldiers inhaled, and felt that the air was as cold as Gao Shun's cold tone, and the cold penetrated through the body. They relaxed, but it didn't mean that they were slacking off, and began to quickly continue to carry the tools in their hands.

When several people saw Gao Shun, they stopped what they were doing and shouted with a smile: "General Gao! ”

Gao Shun didn't speak, looked at these people, nodded, and a smile appeared on his face. To be honest, Gao Shun knew that his smile must be ugly now, but he still smiled, and his cheeks were a little paralyzed at this moment because he had not smiled for a long time. It's a pity that the soldiers behind didn't see Gao Shun smile, otherwise this time, their jaws would have dropped.

There was a sound of the piano, and Lu Tingcheng sat on the roof of a thatched house, the guqin lay flat on his knees, and his ten fingers gently stroked the strings. The faint sound of the piano, with a passionate sound, made the soldiers and civilians who heard the sound of the piano suddenly disappear from their physical fatigue, and their spirits were highly excited.

A song that is moving enough can affect a person's mood and even determine his behavior. Therefore, in many major wars, there will be a coach beating drums to cheer, not only because the coach personally went down, but also because the passionate drum can attract the deep things in the soldiers' bodies, mobilize their emotions, boost morale, and make them burst out stronger combat effectiveness.

The same is true of Lu Tingcheng's piano sound, in the Three Kingdoms, the profession of musician is good at using various instruments to play music to add various buffs to others, or debuffs. Now Lu Qingcheng is using his own piano sound to mobilize emotions, so that the busy soldiers and people can complete their work better.

Lin Doujiu wiped his sweat, and accidentally got some mud spots on his forehead and cheeks, so he had to stretch his arms higher and wipe them off with a cut of the sleeve of his clothes. There were already many spots on his sleeves, which were left by the wet soil when they had dried up. Not only a section of the sleeve, but also other parts of the robe, if you don't know that people will see it, you will think that it is another naughty child playing with mud.

Kelin Doujiu is not playing with mud, he is pasting the wall, mixing the mud with water and yellow mud on the wall. Once this kind of soil is pasted, it will not fall down easily, and when it dries, it will become the earthen wall of the house.

It's very simple, but at this time it can only be so, if you use bricks to build the wall, the cost will not know how many times higher, and the time will be too late.

"It's called a game, build a house by yourself, it's not a taste!" Lin Doujiu muttered to himself, and the tool he was holding in his hand began to wield it wantonly, just as naturally and smoothly as he practiced swords on weekdays.

The dancing sword will not be thrown all over the mud, and it will not have a good demeanor, but Lin Doujiu forgot that what he was holding in his hand now was not a sword, so he pasted himself with mud, and the whole person was embarrassed.

"If you like it so much, why don't you build a house yourself?" Inside the courtyard, Oneiroi was concentrating on a wooden plank in front of him, holding a knife in his hand. His arms danced as fast as he could, his knives flickered, and pieces of wood fell, and gradually, the shape of a window appeared on the plank.

"I'll have time to build it later!" Lin Doujiu smacked the mud in his mouth, and only tasted a mouthful of earthy smell, so he "bah" a few times, and hurriedly spit out several mouthfuls of muddy saliva. The whole face was bitter, because the earthy smell in the mouth did not dissipate with the vomiting of the soil.

"It's called a game. I've played a lot of games that have been handed down from the Common Era, and when I built a house in it, I used the architectural drawings, and without even a bang, a house appeared! Damn, you don't need money, time, or sweat to build a house? ”

After speaking, without getting a response from the Oneiroi machine, Lin Doujiu continued to talk to himself.

"But that's also because of technology, if they can have the current technology tree, then those Internet addicted teenagers who are addicted to online games will all cry bitterly? Alas~ The wall that I paste, even if it leaks, I feel comfortable to live in! ”

After thinking about it, Lin Doujiu pulled out the long sword next to him, stabbed it into the wall, and pulled it out again. After a few consecutive clicks, looking at his whim, he nodded with satisfaction, and said that it was breathable!

(End of chapter)

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