Wu Yong and Zhu Lidian rode together in an ox cart to the camp at the foot of the mountain, and from a long distance, they could hear the sound of people banging on stones. As far as the eye can see, the entire hill is filled with the figures of men at work.

As for the women, they were busy at the foot of the mountain, weaving straw mats, sewing clothes, and cooking on fires, just like the scene of fireworks in the world.

Wu Yong didn't expect that it was only two days since he saw him, and there was already a prototype of a cottage here. All kinds of houses are crowded halfway up the mountainside, some are tents made of several pitches, some are thatched huts made of straw, some are wooden houses supported by branches, and more are stone houses made of stone below and wood on top.

Although the conditions here are not good, everyone's faces are full of longing for life, and the children are chasing and frolicking, and they can no longer see the despair they carried when they first met them.

Before the two of them got close, they heard someone shouting loudly: "Everyone work hard, and strive to make all the stone foundations of the Immortal Monarch's family today." ”

At this time, sharp-eyed people also noticed their arrival, and I don't know who shouted "Xianjun is here", everyone threw down their work and flocked to them.

It was the first time for Zhu Lidian to see such a scene, and he couldn't help but ask with some concern: "Virtuous nephew, will they be frightened by so many people rushing over?" ”

Wu Yong thought about it right, so he asked Zhu Lidian to stop the ox cart, and he walked down alone and greeted him alone.

The crowd quickly surrounded Wu Yong, and since the road was not wide and it was on the edge of the river, many people stood in the dry river valley and looked up at Wu Yong.

"Xianjun, why are you here, but if you have something to say, don't worry, whether it is a sword mountain or a sea of fire, as long as you say a word, we will not blink our eyes."

The onlookers hurriedly echoed: "Yes, as long as the Immortal Monarch commands, I will never give up!" ”

Wu Yong was stunned for a moment, and arched his hand and said: "You are serious, the boy came this time, firstly, to thank everyone for their contribution to the construction of my family's house, and specially sent some meat." The second is to see if you still need anything, I may have to go to Wancheng tomorrow, ask Lord Taishou for some food, and get some living supplies by the way. ”

When everyone heard these two things, they immediately became depressed, and now they really wanted to do something for Wu Yong.

At this time, a respected elder stood up and said, "Everyone disperse, why should you go?" Don't all gather around here, making Xianjun uncomfortable. ”

As soon as the words fell, many people walked away one after another, and in the end there were only twelve people left, and it was the twelve representatives that everyone elected that night, and the elder who spoke just now was one of them.

Wu Yong saw that the people around him left, so he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and introduced Zhu Yun not far away to the twelve people, "This is Lidian in my Fuwang, come with me today to deliver meat." ”

The people on both sides bowed to each other, and then Wu Yong pointed to the boiled pig's head and pig's trotters on the ox cart, and said: "Recently, Wancheng has risen to eat pork, these two things, the people don't want to see them, I think I can't waste them, just cook them according to the secret method of Taixu, you come to taste how it tastes." ”

Originally, the twelve people were a little unkind to the pig's head and pig's trotters sent by Wu Yong, but when they heard that it was cooked by a secret method, they were immediately moved.

I saw one of the strong men take out a dagger from his waist, cut twelve strips of meat from a pig's head, and divided them among each of the eleven people present, and he himself picked up one piece and put it in his mouth and tasted it carefully.

"It's worthy of being too secretive, pig's head meat can be made so delicious, it's really insightful today."

"It's the dragon meat in the sky, and it doesn't taste like this! The Taixu Immortal Realm is really a magical existence, and we can be blessed by the Immortal King, it is really in vain in this life! ”

The twelve people ate the pig's head meat sent by Zhu Lidian, and immediately their relationship with each other became harmonious, and they began to introduce their identities one by one. Wu Yong also heard their names and past for the first time, and couldn't help but be curious.

First of all, the respected old man, surnamed Yang Mingji, was the third elder of Meihua Township, because the entire Pingyin County was affected, he could only take a family to flee to Wancheng, there were uneven things along the way, he came forward, so everyone respected him very much, and called him Yang Gong. After being elected as a representative, he mainly monitored the morals and virtues among the displaced people.

The second representative of the old man, surnamed Guan Minglu, used to be the Tiandian of Mengjin Li, and now leads some homeless people to take care of the fields for Wu Yong's family.

The third representative of the elderly, surnamed Luan Minghao, used to be a fake assistant for Huishui Township, and now he mainly leads the old, weak, sick and disabled to pick up stones and weave straw ropes for everyone to build houses.

The fourth representative of the old man, surnamed Xiahou Mingyu, used to be a husband in Baigou Township, and now he mainly takes care of everyone's food, and by the way, he leads some homeless people to grind noodles to facilitate the women to make noodles.

The fifth representative of the old man, surnamed Guanming, used to have an rank in Xinglong Township, and now he is mainly leading some displaced people to clean up the river.

The sixth representative of the old man, surnamed Gui Minglin, used to be a farmer in Mengjin, and now he is mainly leading some displaced people to open up barren fields.

Next are six middle-aged representatives, the first is the one with a dagger, named Shen Tubi, who used to be a wanderer, took a group of strong men to Funiu Mountain to hunt during the day, and arranged people to take turns to keep vigil at night.

The second representative in his prime, named Zang Xun, was once the pavilion chief, and now he is leading a group of people to dig stones, part of which is used to build houses for his group of people, and the other part is reserved for Wu Yong to build houses.

The third representative of the prime of life, named Yan Huang, was once a lidian, and now he led a group of people to another hill to cut down trees and carry timber.

The fourth representative in the prime of life, named Ganqiu, was the father of the pavilion and now leads a group of people to build houses for everyone.

The fifth representative in the prime of life, named Xian Yuce, used to be a thief, and now leads a group of people to make beds and furniture for everyone.

The sixth representative of the prime of life, named Zheng Biao, was a teacher of Mengxue, and now he is also teaching children to Mengxue.

There were twelve of them, almost all of whom represented a village. These people may have had some status in their hometown before, but now they have become homeless people, and they have all put away their arrogance, and no one feels that their status is noble, they are all like ordinary homeless people, and they are actively involved in the construction of this cottage.

They all feel very lucky now, after becoming a homeless person, they were able to meet Wu Yong, the reincarnation of an immortal, not only to eat, but also to often eat too empty food that they never dreamed of before.

After the twelve people introduced their identities, they asked Wu Yong about his future plans.

Wu Yong was actually a little blind, he made a vow at that time, and after placing these homeless people here, he felt that he was a little inconsiderate, he couldn't really let these homeless people help him manage the fields, his own family only had one hectare of land, if he could feed these more than a thousand homeless people, it would be a big joke.

Although he can also ask for some food from Wancheng Taishou Mansion, no amount of food is enough to consume like this.

He also wanted to arrange these homeless people to be the same as the homeless people outside Wancheng, teach them to eat too much, and then send them away, but Wu Yong always felt that they would not arrange like this!

The last time he asked, everyone responded emotionally and wanted to follow him, which gave him a headache.

If this group of people does not have a stable financial source, it is estimated that it will not be long before they lose their yearning for life. At that time, it will become an unstable factor again, and it seems that I have to help them find a stable source of income.

He was thinking nonsense here, but Zhu Lidian was talking passionately with these twelve representatives of the homeless people.

They all originally belonged to the official class of the Han Dynasty, so naturally they had a lot of topics in common. Although they left their hometown, they now meet Wu Yong, and they feel that this one seems to have been arranged by God.

Everyone was talking and talking, and I don't know how it came to Wu Yong.

I only heard Zhu Lidian exclaimed: "It is not an exaggeration for my nephew to say that it is the reincarnation of Xianjun, when he went to Mengxue yesterday, he wrote two poems in three steps, and he amazed many people on the spot!" ”

"I don't know if Zhu Lidian can recite it for Lao Yu and others, so that I can open my eyes!" Yang Ji is the most eager, don't look at him as the oldest, his worship of Wu Yong is the most firm, otherwise he wouldn't be a lot older, and he still came to be a representative of the homeless people, which is now a completely thankless task.

"Since Yang Gong has commanded, he should obey it, these two poems, one is called "Song of the Goose" and the other is called "Compassion for Nong", which are amazing realistic poems."

Immediately, Zhu Lidian recited the two poems copied by Wu Yong aloud with emotion, his voice was strong, and the reading was subdued and frustrated, which was very emotional.

After listening to it, the twelve people were speechless for a long time, and completely fell into the artistic conception of the two poems.

It wasn't until a long time later that Zhu Lidian coughed lightly, and the twelve people suddenly came back to their senses. Their faces were excited, surprised, and excited, and finally gradually regained their calm.

I only heard Yang Ji sigh: "Such a simple and unpretentious verse can only be comprehended by a person like Xianjun!" ”

Then I don't know what he thinks, so he knelt down at Wu Yong and said, "I don't know if Xianjun can also write a poem for us and other homeless people, so that we can also know Xianjun's compassionate mind." ”

The other eleven people also knelt down and said, "I beg the Immortal Monarch to give me verses, so that I can get into the immortal qi." ”

Wu Yong hurriedly avoided it, several old men were older than his grandmother, he couldn't stand this gift, and wanted to help up the twelve people, but they couldn't hold on, so Wu Yong could only think about copying the poem.

This really makes him a little big, there are too many poems that can be copied, and the poems pay attention to the situation, if you copy a random poem, it is completely incompatible with the current situation of the homeless, but it is inferior.

Wu Yong thought about it, and when he didn't know which poem to copy, he suddenly saw the wheat that had just been planted on the ridge of the field not far away, and thought that they were now uprooted, and suddenly had a plan in his heart, so he opened his mouth and recited:

Wheat is planted in the high field, and it does not become an ear for a long time.

The man is not haggard in another country.

This is a poem about the nostalgia of a traveler, and it is not suitable to plant wheat in the high fields, and it is not suitable for people to live in other places, and it is the poem that he can think of that is most in line with the current situation of the homeless people.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished reciting, Yang Ji stood up and sighed: "Other places are the most haggard, and they speak very straightforwardly, but the reason is not broken, and they are extremely subtle. Isn't this a true portrayal of our homeless people, today I got a poem from the immortal king, and we should never forget the grace given by the immortal king. ”