Zhang Huansheng heard this, waved his hand to summon countless whirlwinds, and rolled out all the silk cloth backings in the open wooden box in front of him, and gently spread them out in the void.

When the phantom saw this scene, he couldn't help but praise: "Judging from the art of resisting the wind alone, the monarch's mastery of the divine power of the Mandate of Heaven is almost in the realm. ”

"My lord has won the award, and my ability is really different from you." Zhang Huansheng looked up at the countless silk cloth scrolls floating in the air and said modestly casually, and then asked softly: "I just don't know what these silk cloths are?" ”

"Silk cloth is naturally silk cloth," replied the Shadow Leisurely, "but it is made of secret methods, and it is used by monks as magic weapons, and they use secret magic to seal living people in it."

You only need to put it under the bright moon and use the power of the moon to break the seal, and you can get 20,000 Dingkou.

These 20,000 men were all strong miners, more honest than businessmen but more active than farmers, and they were the most suitable candidates to train into soldiers.

In the past, the Jiang clan was afraid of being taboo and did not have a suitable area for training, but now I feel that your overseas foundation is suitable for its use, so I shipped it, once the training is successful, and it is widely dispersed, by the way, it can naturally seize your military power, which can be described as the best of both worlds. ”

Zhang Huansheng's eyes widened when he heard this, and he said in amazement: "Are these silk paintings actually made by living people, isn't this kind of secret technique all lost, why does the Jiang family still know how to inherit it?" ”

"What's so strange about this," Shadow said disdainfully when he heard this, "I really didn't expect that as a monarch, I would believe those rumors in the market."

In fact, this kind of secret method of hiding the living creature Sumeru in the meson, many ancient forces with profound heritage in Yanhuang have it, but it is just a secret and not declared. ”

"I see." Hearing this, Zhang Huansheng subconsciously touched the pocket of the person hanging on his neck and turned into a rosary, and said with a relieved expression, and then laughed, "But my lord is really a good means, at this time, he not only captured the Jiang family's rebellion, but also obtained a confession."

Speaking of which, people are not as good as heaven, so no matter how good Jiang's plan is, in the end, he still made a wedding dress for me, but these 20,000 miners can't be counted among the millions of young people promised by adults. ", as he spoke, he manipulated the whirlwind and spread the silk cloth on the grass of the valley.

"Heaven has the virtue of a good life, I just don't want to see too many living beings forget because of the dissipation of the magic, and I am moved by kindness," the phantom said disdainfully, "How can I take advantage of you because of this."

The million young men promised to you will be shipped in a month at most.

Do not forget to save up more food, lest you starve to death if you have a dingkou, and cause calamity to man, and be damned by heaven.

The matter is for the time being, and I will say that I will say it here and take my leave. Then there was a sudden flash and vanished.

At this time, smoke rose from the silk cloth spread all over the ground, and countless ripples rippled on the cloth surface that was originally as flat as a mirror, and in a short time there was a figure lying down in the mist that appeared from the silk surface as if it had broken through the water.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Longchu rose against the wind, sat upright in the air, and muttered to himself, "It seems that I have to pretend to be a ghost again tonight." Summoned countless hideous and huge virtual images of the outer path protectors, overlooking the earth, unconsciously revealing a solemn treasure, waiting quietly.

After a night of tossing, time flies, and more than sixty days have passed in the blink of an eye.

According to the solar terms, it is already high and cool in autumn at this moment, but Xiongni Island is still a little humid and hot, especially at noon, it is even more hot.

On this day, under a dazzling scorching sun, Zhang Huansheng stood on a vast farmland that had just been reclaimed and sown rice seeds, and his mind was turning, and he continued to extract the spiritual power of the land and water from the fertile soil as the source of the "Spring of All Things" exercise.

In an instant, with him as the starting point, on the earth behind him more than four zhang wide and more than 20 zhang long, the earth's crust was violently surging, and countless wet mud surged and attached to the back of his head, neck, back, and legs.

At this time, Zhang Huansheng, who was as small as a piece of gravel, had been completely embedded in the skull of the giant insect, and looked left and right condescendingly, and drove the flying insect to display all kinds of magical powers.

Singing spring, raining, promoting buds, growing... Just a few hours later, seeing that the hundreds of thousands of acres of new fields around him, which should have been green for at least a few days, were already densely covered with half-foot-long green seedlings, he finally dispersed the exercises and returned to his human form with satisfaction, stretched his waist, turned around and flew to a high slope a few miles away.

After that, he looked at Sen Xuanji, who was wearing a hat on his head, wearing sackcloth, dressed as an old peasant, and holding a green cow in his hand, and said: "Xuangong, after this field is urged, it will be enough to settle the millions of young and strong food." ”

"That's enough, that's enough." Sen Xuanji condescendingly looked at the boundless emerald green, and said with a face full of satisfaction: "According to those maritime merchants, now the heat and yellow are all over the famine, first locusts, then ice and rain, and then there is a drought, and many areas are almost no harvest, if there is no government relief, I am afraid that the people are already hungry, and at this time, I am afraid that there is nowhere to go to buy grain."

Fortunately, thanks to the great power of the monarch, the seedlings can be boosted without hurting the rhizomes, and the food on the island can finally be turned around, and there is no need to ask for it outside. ”

"Since there is no shortage of food, the people's hearts can be stabilized," Zhang Huansheng heard this, his face showed relief, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and said in a deep voice: "The rest is to slowly distinguish between the correct and the fake."

The 20,000 miners sent by the Jiang family are trapped in the newly built mines, guarded by the armor soldiers, morning and evening, day and night, and have been working day and night for more than 60 days.

There are also millions of young people sent by the Qi people, saying that all of them are poor people who have lost their homes and land, servants who have been slaves for generations, and farmers who have fled from disasters... Looking at the yellow muscles and thin skin, there is no look, and there are children to follow, but if you can't keep it, it may be mixed with fine work.

Therefore, I think that these people can only be used in the same place now, and they can be farmers, workers, and businessmen, but they cannot be businessmen, let alone the army.

The 10,000 soldiers newly recruited by us among the old people of Zhang Guo will be able to form an army in a dozen days, and then they will be stationed separately in the newly established fifty counties, and they will be slowly domesticated by heavy regulations, and it will always take a year or two of tempering before the ban can be lifted. ”

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