The next few days were spent in a hectic situation, and Man Jianghong became the god of the island. He refused the house arranged by Li Zheng and lived in the Evil Tiger Village.

Surrounded by the sea, the island is extremely short of meat. Without it, there are no fishing tools, and I don't dare to go into the water easily. This is easy to do, it only took half a day for Man Jianghong to pick up hundreds of catties of fresh seafood. Like some thousand-pound big fish, and even a turtle weighing up to 100 pounds, he didn't touch it, thinking that it was really not easy for people to be so big, and they were all about to psychic.

There are too many monks and little porridge, and there is not enough distribution, and it is difficult to stop Xiaolongjun in Dongting Lake. The water in the sea and the lake is all water anyway, and the habits of the creatures in the water should be similar. He killed dozens of large rats, wrapped the blood in the skin of the viscera and infiltrated the inlet where the rafts were kept. As for the tender rat meat, of course, it was a great pleasure for the bandits.

On that day, the islanders were eye-opening!

I saw that after Man Jianghong entered the water with a sheepskin wrap, groups of fish frantically crowded towards the narrow inlet, and the sea surface churned like boiling porridge.

After a cup of tea, Man Jianghong's assistant, well, the word "island is not xing", the white shark general who should be called Longjun, chopped the waves and suddenly forced into the inlet. I saw a school of fish jumping desperately on the shore, and was knocked out with sticks by the bandits who had prepared early and picked them into sacks.

Later, there were not enough manpower, and there were not enough sacks, so the young people of the islanders copied the guys. There were also some children who, despite the scolding of adults, used branches to stir up the grass that had fallen into the grass. The fish were large and small, brightly colored, but extremely fierce, and they often frightened the children into retreating, and then approached cautiously after a while.

This feast lasted only an hour, but it harvested more than 20,000 catties of fish, and no one on the island was smiling.

Since then, the three small villages have a population of nearly 300, and many people always find the cottage to worship every day, and even bring the baby in swaddling clothes, hoping that the dragon will bless him.

What was originally a formidable bandit cottage has become a lively place of pilgrimage.

But Man Jianghong did not find a boy between the ages of eight and eighteen, and a fault inexplicably appeared in the crowd on the island.

He also recognized Xiao Ping, who was actually the fat man who led him to meet Hua Rong after he came out of the talent market. Hehe, it must be able to make a fat man thin into a lightning bolt, which is really tear-jerking.

He tried his best to awaken Hua Rong's memories, but the other party had no impression of "Seven Killings", "Dragon Clan", "Nanhai Sect", "Tianlong Research Institute" and so on. His memory is like the land in the hot summer, and the traces of autumn leaves and winter snow have long been erased.

I had no choice but to ask about the past stories of the green forest, and Hua Rong couldn't tell it clearly. When asked again what was going on with the siege of Tianshi Village by the imperial army, he asked with a blank face, weren't you there at that time? In the end, only the two of us remained.

Man Jianghong smiled bitterly, so he had to squeak.

He groped alone in the dark, and gradually figured out that when the sky was raging today, local uprisings were surging, and the imperial army was suppressed everywhere. The war shortage, coupled with floods and droughts, has long since made the people struggling to make a living, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles.

This is quite different from the historical record.

In the history experienced, Zhu Di, the king of Yan, won the battle of Jingyan, called the Yongle Emperor, and then moved the capital to Beijing, five expeditions to Mongolia, seven voyages to the West, ushered in the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty.

The first thing Man Jianghong has to decide is whether the island he is on now is real or an illusion. If it really exists, it can be determined that the situation on the other side of the sea can be determined according to the "Purple House" on the bottom of the sea and the inseparable nature of time and space.

But how do we judge truth from falsehood? There is no frame of reference, and there is no standard for judging here.

Is everything that can be seen by the eyes, smelled by the nose, and touched by the hands real? In other words, what can be felt is real? Hehe, even the old monk more than 1,000 years ago didn't think so, and told you a long time ago, "Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color."

The human body's sensation comes from information stimuli, but the information received is incomplete and processed, so the sensation is only the result of processing the information stimulus at a certain level. For example, saccharin is not sugar, but its molecular structure is similar to sugar, so it feels sweet. Alcohol is exciting, and drugs are a bizarre world. There, your senses are more sensitive than usual. But that world only exists in your illusion.

Every late at night, the whole island will resound one after another crying and roaring, like eighteen layers of hell, extremely eerie and terrifying. He saw a person expressionless, stiff movements, or Yu Yu walking alone, or circling around the tree, calling and ignoring it. In the words of the island, this is suffering from soul sickness, so every household must put the doors and windows on when sleeping. In modern parlance, it's sleepwalking, collective sleepwalking!

Shuttling through this excited, lively, and adoring crowd, Man Jianghong felt lonely.

Is it that they are all sleepwalking, or am I already crazy alone? The whole world is turbid, I am alone, everyone is drunk and I am awake, it is not a good taste, no wonder Dr. Sanlu is going to throw himself into the river.

After Hua Rong became the master of the cottage, he did three things in a row. The first is to return the looted goods to the islanders, and stipulate that the bandits must not disturb the people. Divide them into groups, those who fish, those who pick fruits, and those who open up wasteland. The second is to set up a "message tree" in the bay of the island and send special personnel to guard it. As soon as you see a ship, the tree will fall. If it was discovered that the incoming ship was not a warship of the imperial court, smoke immediately lit up on the top of the mountain and called for help. The third thing was to secretly plan to escape from the island, but after discussing with Man Jianghong, he did not get a positive answer, so he had to slow down.

Everything was arranged in an orderly manner, and even Man Jianghong couldn't help but secretly admire. Brother Rong is born with a leadership temperament and talent, if he competes in the world, he will definitely not be able to become Li Shimin, the king of Tang, but he can.

The spiritual veins that Bai Qi said were on the cliff at the top of the Evil Tiger Village, and Man Jianghong could easily sense it. A shallow small hole, the aura generated is extremely thin, and it actually made him practice a strong martial arts, which is really admirable. After Man Jianghong sealed the entrance of the cave as it was, he didn't tell Hua Rong.

During the day, he didn't even dare to go out of the stockade casually. It was very easy to get rid of the few entourages that Hua Rong insisted on, but the islanders knelt down when they saw them, and this made him embarrassed! Especially those who were seventy or eighty, old and dizzy, they had to kneel when they heard the voice, and they couldn't persuade him, so ashamed that his little white face turned into a red cockscomb.

There was really no way, so he had to sacrifice a killer weapon and ask the bandits to go door to door to announce that in the future, all those who knelt down would not be divided into fish and meat, and this unhealthy trend could be reined in.

Since Ruge's dream came true, the people on the island have been impressed by Lin Siniang's family. When Lin Siniang used to go out to work, she lowered her head and walked along the root of the wall, for fear that others would see it. In fact, after these princes and nobles, the situation of each family is each other, but they can't pull off their former faces, and they feel that they have been reduced to the point of farming with servants, and they are ashamed of their ancestors.

Now Lin Siniang likes to walk around when she has nothing to do, holding her head high, like a hen that has just laid eggs. In the past, those neighbors who saw her ignoring her rushed to bring seafood and grain. In order to fight for the right to help Lin Siniang open up wasteland and farm, he even quarreled with red ears and fists and feet.

Silently dying in battle like the wind, no one cares anymore.

The old people on the island secretly discussed that Man Shaoxia was not only a miracle, but also did not do anything like a mortal person, even if he was not reincarnated as a celestial man, he would be unspeakably expensive in the future. But there are also a few people who avoid contact with Lin Siniang's family, and sneered, the island is still the island of the imperial court, and the people are still prisoners of the imperial court.

Lin Siniang didn't hear such gossip, and felt that her daughter and son-in-law were waiting for each other, and they could call each other's names when they met for the first time, wasn't it providence?