Within three days, several more houses were built on the edge of the woods outside the city. All you need to do is bulldoze the woodland and build a few more roads, and you can form a village.

When I proposed to Xiaowan to build a house for the people staying at the temple, the "princess army" enthusiastically cut down trees to build houses, and prepared a lot of game to catch the wind for the upcoming neighbors. And I disguised myself as a man and mingled among them, without being recognized.

The high priests of the two temples also happened to return, and when they saw that the temples were tossed in this way, they hated that iron could not be made of steel, and they planned to give me some money to let the craftsmen build the wooden houses bigger. But Li Tianjing stopped them and only said that this was something I couldn't settle with.

I can only smile wryly at this.

The two high priests of the temple were obedient to Li Tianjing's words, and it seemed that if I really got the edict, the priests of the world would obey me, which was true.

That is, on the day I was confused in the city, the emperor of the Southern Dynasty issued a new decree. It was to the effect that the previous edict had been misinterpreted and miscommunicated, and that it was the original intention of the Praetorian Guards and not the emperor to disturb the people, and that the commander of the Praetorian Guard was severely punished, and he was hung in the bazaar and whipped twice. It had already happened, and the emperor could only give each merchant a little silver to make up for the loss.

People have been driven away, and many have left for other cities. Many of the goods in the store had already been damaged, and this little money was nothing more than a small amount of money to compensate for the loss, and it was only so that these people would not starve to death.

Moreover, only the shopkeepers had it, and the hawkers and the apprentices who had been in the shops did not get a penny.

The decree is only an indication of attitude, but in reality it has little power to change the facts. This kind of holy decree is the work of Han and Assorted at first glance.

There are also many residents in the outskirts of Yanju City, who need a market to exchange supplies. Under the arrangement of the holy decree, many wooden sheds were temporarily erected outside the city wall, which were not as rich as those in the original long street market, but could meet the basic needs of buying vegetables, meat, and clothes.

I united the priests of Moyun Temple and Zeshui Temple and asked them to transfer the people in the temple to the wooden house. Early in the morning, the two priests beat gongs and drums to urge people to pack their belongings, while the high priests sat at the entrance of their own temples to prevent the younger ones from making trouble again.

Most people are still very happy. If you have a place to live, you can really make a living if you go to the outskirts of the city to find some work.

But there are still some people who are "invited" out of the temple, and they start to speak disrespectfully when they stand at the door of the temple.

I was showing the movers the way when I heard someone scolding in the Zeshui Temple.

"You can move it, are you still a temple here? Are you not the gods of the night who are merciful to the world? Now a decree has left me without a home, what's wrong with me staying in the temple for a few days?! ”

I turned my head and saw that it was an unkempt beggar. Just looking at that look, I always feel that I have seen it somewhere, and it is a little familiar. Look at it again, isn't this the boss Mo who sells mules?

After he was "invited" out of the temple, he was followed by several people, all of whom echoed his words, pointing at the priests, and some even tried to push the priests.

The believers around them could not stand it and quarreled with them, and the quarrel soon turned into a brawl.

The people who were originally going to leave with their burdens on their backs stopped and watched.

The priests of the temple looked at the believers and mingled with them, trying to stop them. But these priests ate chaff on weekdays, lived in poverty, and fell to the ground at the slightest push by the beggars. When the believers saw that the priest was being treated like this, they beat him even more vigorously.