Mu Ling reacted immediately, Leng Yuan left guards to spy on her secretly - after all, he left her five thousand taels of silver, and he also left three children.

It is understandable to worry that she will run away with her family in the middle of the night with money.

Mu Ling sneered, she wouldn't do such a stupid thing!

Now the drought in the whole of Zhangzhou is serious, and hundreds of people have long been so hungry that their eyes are red, and their relatives do not recognize them. Selling sons and daughters, there was still a bit of conscience at that time. The cannibalism of Yi Zi and the complete annihilation of human nature are constantly being staged every day.

Even if she has good skills and has the stealth Ai Ci, if she brings Mu Daqiang and Yao, who don't know martial arts, and the three little guys who are only one year old, once they enter the crowd of hungry people, the consequences are really unimaginable.

But staying in Jinhua Village is different.

Today, the old, middle-aged and young people in Jinhua Village all fled from the famine under the leadership of Xie Lizheng, and everyone is united and helps each other, and has quite rich experience in hoarding grain.

There is also a strong sense of prevention - in order to prevent night attacks by ringing horses and homeless people, a lookout is specially set up, twelve hours a day, guarded by several strong men in turn.

For several days, Mu Ling always had grain transported back to the village for distribution, and he had the right to speak in the village.

She suggested that Xie Lizheng set up checkpoints at important intersections and be guarded by special personnel in turn.

Other secondary intersections are completely sealed with multiple fences, and people are regularly dispatched to inspect to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

Cherry is adopting them one by one.

Despite this, Mu Ling was still not at ease, so after Sheri sent the villagers to arrange everything, she specially asked Ai Ci to install an invisible power grid on the outside of the fence - it would only be enough to corona the intruders.

When the surrounding villages and towns have long been mourned due to drought for many years, the small Jinhua Village, which has been crowded out and criticized by local villagers in the past 30 years, is safe except for the lack of water.

If the first-class spring under the dry well could be opened up earlier, this Jinhua Village would have become a paradise under the drought disaster.

Before he knew it, Mu Ling had walked to the dry well in the southeast corner of the house, which had long since lost its original appearance and had become a huge funnel-like inclined pit.

However, it is still 129 meters away from the first-class underground spring.

And the further down it goes, the more solid the soil is and the more difficult it is to dig.

Mu Ling asked the stealthy Ai Ci to bury a lot of things under the pit, and the originally solid soil instantly became soft.

Mu Ling suddenly felt that there was a master's aura above the inclined pit, raised his head slightly, and saw the words "kill one hundred and ninety-three" appeared in the void above the inclined pit.

Her eyes rolled slightly, the corners of her mouth pulled into a sneer of extreme disdain, and she began to dig hard with her shovel.

After digging for a while, she slowly squatted on the ground with her left hand on her left chest.

After a while, she struggled to her feet again, and then dug with an iron to dig the earth.

The man in black lying on the top of the inclined pit, he closed his eyes, and through the bright moonlight, he suddenly saw a big red flower blooming on Mu Ling's chest.

The black-clothed man was awe-inspiring and quietly retreated.

It didn't take long for a gray carrier pigeon to spread its wings and fly high from the barren mountain behind the courtyard of Jinhua Village.

Not long after, the gray carrier pigeon flew into the backyard of Zihuangxuan, the palace of the king of Zhangzhong in the city.

Leng Yuan took the small note from Cha Busi's hand and unfolded it:

- Mrs. Leng dug a well alone at night, and her shirt was stained with blood.

Leng Yuan stared at the note, stunned, blood-stained shirt?

Was the wound on her left chest bursting open?

Leng Yuan's mind instantly flashed the image of Mu Ling raising a rebellious face and resolutely crashing into the tip of his knife! His deep eyes narrowed suddenly, and the note was instantly crumpled into a ball.

Deserve!

Leng Yuan immediately wrote back:

-- Continue to monitor closely.

For seven days in a row, Leng Yuan received the same flying pigeon message.

Staring at the seven flying pigeon biography with the same content, Leng Yuan couldn't help but think that in the past two years, he has not been in King Zhang's Mansion, and the discipline of his subordinates has become more and more loose, and his work has become more and more perfunctory.

Leng Yuan immediately found a personal guard, "You go to Jinhua Village and say to the woman surnamed Mu, 'If you can't hold on, just say it, and this prince will immediately send someone to take the three children back to the palace.'" The three-month bet is now null and void!

"Yes! Your Highness. ”

A few hours later, the guards rushed back to Zihuang Xuan from Jinhua Village.

"How? Did she relent? ”

Leng Yuan looked at Cha Busi's dusty appearance, and asked with determination.

"Back to Your Highness, my subordinates didn't see Mrs. Leng."

Leng Yuan's deep eyes narrowed! Is this too hurt to get out of bed?

Cha Busi glanced at Leng Yuan, and saw that his face was as heavy as water and he didn't say a word, so he said cautiously: "According to the villagers, for seven nights in a row, Mrs. Leng dug wells with the villagers. Every night he lasted until dawn, then went back to the house to rest for a while, and then drove the oxen cart into the city alone. ”

Every day when it gets dark, she returns to the village with a cart full of ox food, which is distributed by Sheri to every villager who participated in digging the well. Everyone, young and old, has a share. ”

"The number of villagers involved in digging the well has grown from more than 100 to nearly 800 now."

Leng Yuan was stunned, "How many people are there in Jinhua Village?" ”

"Villagers of Jinhua Village," Cha Busi wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, but fortunately he had a little more heart and looked carefully, "There were originally one hundred and sixty-seven households, a total of five hundred and ninety-three people. Later, Mu Daqiang was added to a household, and six... Uh, seven... Six hundred people in total... Around. ”

I really don't know if the master should be counted!

Cha Busi was about to die of embarrassment in an instant, he had always been fluent, but when he talked incoherently, he stammered.

"In a small village of 600 people, where can 800 people dig wells?" Obviously, Leng Yuan's attention was not on the specific number of villagers in Jinhua Village.

Cha Busi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his speech gradually became fluent, "According to the villagers, it was Mrs. Leng who asked Xie Lizheng to personally go to other villages to conduct layers of selection and carefully recruit. Among them, there were no less than 30 masons and stonemasons. It is said that a large number of laborers are still being recruited, and by the way, carpenters are also being recruited. ”

Leng Yuan secretly regretted when he heard this, he really shouldn't have left her five thousand taels of silver tickets.

After thinking about it: even if she didn't have the five thousand taels of silver tickets he left, she would have used her priceless night pearl to enter the city to exchange for food.

She'd done this stupid thing before.

What a hopelessly stubborn stupid woman!

"There are already 800 people, and they are still recruiting a large number of people? Also recruit masons? Stonemason? Or even recruit craftsmen? Leng Yuan's voice was warm, "What does she want to do?" ”

"According to the villagers, that's what Mrs. Leng said." Cha Busi coughed dryly, and in a sharp and joyful voice, he learned the words of the village woman:

"'There is a huge spring at the bottom of the dry well, and in order to prevent the spring from spreading everywhere and wasting water, a canal leading to the rice fields must be dug before the spring is dug open.'"

"'Where the soil of the canal is soft, it must be reinforced with a stone foundation.' ”

"By the way, there is a small pond in one mile, a large pond in five miles, and the ditches and ditches where the water in the pool does not go, let's build a waterwheel of moderate size to carry water." ”

"'What the hell is a waterwheel, we haven't heard of it, let alone seen it, but we have food to eat with Da Bao Niang. Sooner or later there will be water to drink, cluck...'"