"Old ······ Does the old man have any other orders? ”

Seeing the official bow his head in a panic, Zhang Yiji couldn't help but squint the corners of his eyes slightly, and looked at the official's gaze, with a faint murderous aura!

"This matter, when it is all the great government of the court, how did you know about it in Ru District, where did you know about ?!!it?"

said this sentence in an inexplicable and strange tone, and there was a slight dangerous aura in Zhang Aiji's eyes!

Unexpectedly, when the official heard this, he wiped the cold sweat from the corners of his forehead with a cramped face, and couldn't help but step forward, and bowed again with an embarrassed face.

"Back to the words of the elder, the younger generation······ It's not a pen and ······."

As he spoke, the official took advantage of the effort of arranging his robe, and without a trace, he revealed his waist, the silver seal that glowed with white light and was tied with a cyan ribbon.

Sure that Zhang Yiji's gaze stayed on the silver seal and blue ribbon around his waist for a moment, and the manager arched his hand again with a panicked face.

"The younger generation of Ben Qin military craftsmen has been from His Majesty in Dangjun for nearly ten years······"

"In the fifth year of the Han Dynasty, the prime minister Xiao He Xiao Gong, by the order of His Majesty, built two palaces of Changle and Weiyang, and the younger generation was trusted by His Majesty and thought that he was the supervisor."

"So far, the younger generation has not been abandoned by His Majesty, and he has been allowed to be a craftsman and a young man······"

Whispering his origin, Yang Chengyan did not forget to smile and arch his hand again, and then retreated to Zhang Aiji's side slightly, not daring to face Zhang Aiji head-on.

- To be precise, I didn't dare to face Zhang Aiji's hand head-on, the pole that was known as 'being able to chase the prince for three streets'······

I thought that revealing my identity would make Zhang Aiji be a little more polite to himself, at least don't look at people with that cannibalistic look, but unexpectedly, Zhang Aiji learned of Yang Chengyan's intention, and when his eyebrows buzzed, he was raised again!

"Craftsman Shaofu?"

"Hey, the official is not small, it is really not small!"

"Ranked Jiuqing, should it be the rank of the middle two thousand stones?"

After a joking question, Zhang Zhiji couldn't help but turn around with a faint smile and look at the old fellow villagers who were still looking at the pile of stone bricks with annoyed faces.

"Do you still remember back then, when we were in charge of the halberd of Zhou Lu Ling Wu Hou, so Zhou Lu Ling Wu Hou General Lu was a few stones?"

Hearing Zhang Yiji's question, he saw an old man raising his head proudly, looking at Yang Chengyan with a little anger at the destruction of the straight road.

"Humph!"

"I think back then, when the battle of Pengcheng ended, the late Marquis of Zhou Lu Lingwu, but for His Majesty to worship as a general, rank Lu Wanshi!"

"If at that time, if you want to be the personal guard of the late Zhou Lu Ling Wuhou, you should also ask your parents in the family to lose money and get through the relationship!!

Hearing Zhang Aiji's ridicule before, Yang Chengyan was a little nervous.

When he heard this sentence 'You wait for a mere 2,000 stone sword and pen officer', Yang Chengyan's mentality was completely unbearable.

"District······ Just 2,000 stones? ”

"This ······"

"When did you start to rank among the two thousand stones in the Nine Qing Dynasty of the current dynasty, and you also thought that you were called a sword and pen official?"

Suddenly, Yang Chengyan fell into endless self-doubt.

Seeing that Yang Chengyan didn't react much, Zhang Yiji didn't seem to have the nature of teasing Yang Chengyan, so he couldn't help patting the pile of neatly stacked stone bricks again, and then turned back with a puzzled face.

"The renovation of rivers and canals and water conservancy, when I was old and young, I also followed my father and brother."

"Isn't it all about tamping?"

Asked suspiciously, Zhang Yiji patted the pile of stone bricks again.

"Tamp the canal ground, use wood to carve, how can you use such fine stone bricks?"

"What's more, it's 200,000?!"

Talking to himself, Zhang Yiji remembered again: The hairy boy in front of him, who called himself 'Craftsman Shaofu', seemed to have said just now, these stone bricks seem to be used to pave the ditch and the side of the canal?

Suddenly, Zhang Aiji was like Yang Chengyan, and fell into endless confusion.

- Stone brick paving?

This ······

Unheard of?

Hearing Zhang Aiji's repeated questions, Yang Chengyan seemed to have been robbed of his soul and turned a deaf ear to Zhang Aiji's questions.

In the end, Yang Li, the deputy behind him, stepped forward and quietly instigated Yang Chengyan's arm, so that Yang Chengyan finally changed from 'When did Jiuqing become a knife and pen officer?' I came back to my senses in deep thought.

After settling down, recalling yesterday, Liu Ying's explanation to herself in the Imperial Palace, Yang Chengyan's slightly confused gaze gradually focused on one point.

"That's it······"

"The old man who receives the rod can't be provoked, and he can't be provoked······"

Secretly smiling bitterly, Yang Chengyan stepped forward and bowed to Zhang Aiji slightly.

"Back to the old man, this is a helpless move for the prince to repair Zheng Guoqu and has to do it······"

Hearing Yang Chengyan's words, Zhang Yiji couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and slowly turned around, finally looking at Yang Chengyan's slightly resentful face with a simple puzzle and no trace of attack.

Feeling that there was no longer that chilling aura in Zhang Aiji's eyes, Yang Chengyan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and immediately made a melancholy look.

"Alas~"

"The old man doesn't know."

"This time, Your Majesty ordered the Son of Heaven to renovate the Zheng Guoqu, but the treasury of the court was empty, and there was no more force to serve."

"And Zheng Guoqu has been blocked for many years, and if you want to carry out repairs, you need to work for tens of thousands!"

Saying that, Yang Chengyan couldn't help but sigh bitterly and shook his head, and said in the direction of the ten prisoners.

"The younger generation and the princes of the court plan to measure, and the renovation of the Zheng Guoqu requires 60,000 laborers."

"However, the prince is benevolent and kind, and he can't bear to work too much on the people in Guanzhong, so he ordered the Shaofu to suspend all affairs except for Changling, and exhaust more than 30,000 official slaves from Chengdan, ghost salaries, and subordinate concubines, so as to fill the labor required to renovate the Zheng Guoqu."

"In addition, the prince also ordered the princes and officials in the court to do their best to use the strong private slaves in the family for the renovation of Zheng Guoqu·······"

After speaking, Yang Chengyan paused, pursed his lips slightly, and shook his head again full of sorrow.

"However, even so, there are still many people lacking in the labor to renovate the Zheng Guoqu."

"The prince was unable to work, and he couldn't bear to work in Guanzhong, so he had to get this next volume;"

"——Make every effort to build the stone bricks of Chang'an in Shaofu to consolidate the soil of Zheng Guoqu!"

"And if you have to transfer 200,000 yuan here, the bottom of Zheng Guo's canal can be tamped, and you can ······ a little faster."

With a final word, Yang Chengyan couldn't help but shake his head and sigh and lowered his head, his face was full of bitterness, as if he was depressed, and began to gently kick up a shallow pit under his feet, which had been destroyed by the rolling log.

It's just that this time, Yang Chengyan's move of 'deliberately destroying the straight road' did not attract Zhang Zhiji's eye.

At this time, Zhang Aiji, including the old friends behind Zhang Aiji, were all reminiscing about what Fang Cai and Yang Chengyan said.

"Out of the Shaofu prisoners, official slaves, to serve the ······"

"Order the Hundred Officials and Meritorious Marquis to leave the house as private slaves to serve the ······"

"I can't bear to work too much, so don't levi the people in Guanzhong·······"

"Prepare to build the stone bricks of Chang'an, in order to make up for the lack of labor······"

muttered softly, and a little solemnity finally surged up on Zhang Yiji's face.

"The prince just said that the prince ordered the Shaofu to be sentenced to prison and official slaves?"

"How much is this hard work?!"

Hearing Zhang Aiji's sonorous and powerful question, Yangcheng Yanzi gave up his hand slightly.

"More than 30,000 ······"

I saw Zhang Aiji muttering for a moment, and then raised his head suddenly: "The noble relatives of the court, how many private slaves are there in the house?" ”

"Male, how many private slaves are there in the house?"

Listening to the old man, he unconsciously replaced 'you' with 'gong', and Yang Chengyan also felt that the wounds in his heart had been healed a little.

Almost without the slightest hesitation, he bowed to Zhang Aiji.

"There are hundreds of officials in the court, courtiers and nobles, and more than 3,700 private slaves in the family."

"And the younger generation······"

As he spoke, Yang Chengyan couldn't help but smile stiffly.

"The younger generation got the rank of 2,000 stones, but there was no high lord, so he had to give up fourteen slaves in the house; In addition, he paid for food and found three juniors from the house of his cousins in a distant place to work as laborers, a total of seventeen people······"

"Really?"

Seeing that Zhang Aiji asked a question with a little suspicion, without waiting for Yang Chengyan to answer, he raised his head and looked at the Shaofu Cheng behind Yang Chengyan: Yang Li.

"How many private slaves are there for the public?"

Hearing Zhang Aiji's words, Yang Li couldn't help but feel embarrassed, and hurriedly lowered his head in shame.

"The boy is poor, and he has no private slaves······"

"However, the boy has also contributed money to hire ten people in Chang'an East City to contribute a little ······"

Hearing Yang Li's words, Zhang Yiji couldn't help but think about it for a moment, and walked straight forward.

Slightly recklessly grabbed Yang Li's wrist, and when he saw Yang Li's calloused hand, Zhang Yiji nodded thoughtfully.

"If you are a young official, you don't have any experience in battle; I have to eat a thousand stones, and I also go to the fields to work······"

"Hmmm······"

There was another whisper to himself, Zhang Aiji thought about it for a long time, and finally glanced at Yang Chengyan and Yang Li respectively.

Seeing that there was no hint of falsification on the faces of the two, Zhang turned around, holding a cane in his right hand and carrying his left hand behind him, and nodded slightly to those fellow villagers.

Looking at Zhang Aiji for a while, the old men also seemed to sense something, and after looking at each other for a while, they each nodded and sighed and walked towards the village.

After a while, about 100 or so households in Zhangjiazhai sounded a loud gong sound.

"Qiang~"

"All men in Zhangjiazhai, who are fifteen or fifty years old, should quickly prepare their bags and gather at the entrance of the village~"

"Qiang~"

"Those who know but do not come, or those who come but do not come quickly, are all punished according to the clan staff, and then expelled from the family tree~"

"Qiang ~~~~~~"

After such a moment's effort, the entrance of Zhangjiazhai of more than 100 households has been occupied by sixty or seventy men who are not burly, but are still strong!

Seeing these men carrying 'bags' that were so simple that they were almost wrapped in a coat, and their faces that couldn't stop panting, Yang Chengyan didn't know what to say or do for a while.

"Humph!"

Hearing that Zhang Aiji snorted coldly inexplicably, he strode forward, staring at Xiangyang Chengyan with a 'fierce' look.

"This man is dozens, all of them are seedlings after my Zhangjiazhai!"

"If there is a good deed, even if the old man fights for this old life, he will never give up!!!"

With a rough roar, Zhang Aiji came back to his senses, nodded a little to the dozens of fellow villagers gathered at the entrance of the village, and then beckoned a few old friends and walked towards the old house in the village.

"Straight!"

"Within three days, if the Tao does not return to the same as before, the old decay will also ask you to 'make a young house'!"

Xun Sheng raised his head, listened to the direction of the back that was constantly moving away, and issued such an effective 'threat', Yang Cheng was stunned for a long time, and finally laughed dumbly······