Walking out of the Mojia Martial Arts Hall, the sky was still thin, and a touch of red sun slowly rose from the distant east, bringing a light that was not yet warm.

Murphy was dressed in a short, short brown coarse linen coat, and looked like an ordinary farmer with his back to the loess.

Winter had just passed, and the air was still cool, and the streets were already full of people.

There are also all kinds of selling sounds, which constitute the music of life.

"Sell meat buns! The best big meat buns! Thin skin and lots of filling! ”

"Tofu brain ~ salty, sweet, spicy and sour, eat a bowl in the morning and have strength for a day!"

"The steamed steamed buns are very soft!"

Moqiu strolls through the streets full of shouting one after another, his standard of living has been very high in recent years, and he is in charge of three meals a day by the apprentice of the imperial chef, not to come out to forage for food, but to take a turn casually with his own mind.

Since the guards of other martial arts halls defected to the Mo Family Martial Arts Hall four years ago, he has rarely taught people in person.

In Gu Dan's words: the owner of the museum is mainly used as a mascot and a town.

He, the "mascot", can also have more time to be busy with the things he wants to do.

After thinking about it, Moqiu still walked over and asked for a meat bun and two steamed buns, wrapped in the cheapest straw paper - the oil paper shop was absolutely reluctant, and had to pay more.

Anyway, it's going to be eaten soon, so there's no need for that.

Carrying the food, Murqiu hurried to the side of the mountain forest on the outskirts, and a woodcutter on the side of the road had begun to work hard.

"Have you eaten?"

Moqiu handed over the meat buns and steamed buns he had just bought.

"Ouch! Why are you here again with something?! The woodcutter was clearly acquainted with Inkhill, and waved his hand repeatedly.

"Eat, delay your time, you should."

Mo Qiu naturally placed the meat bun and steamed bun on the hands of a young man who was obviously small, but also dark and thin, with only a pair of arms that seemed quite thick.

said that he was a teenager, but in fact he looked like he had been weathered, his skin was rough and dull, and even his expression was wooden.

The boy's lips twitched, probably wanting to say thank you, but in the end he just reached out and took it, without saying a word.

Then a slap landed on the top of his head.

"I won't even say thank you!"

The older woodcutter slapped him, and then said with a smile: "I can't tell you those stories today, the task has been several times heavier recently, and I really can't delay it at all." ”

"Oh? Why is that? Murky was slightly surprised.

The woodcutter is not just looking for a mountain forest to cut down, the mountains and forests around the imperial capital are all mastered.

How much you cut from the mountain, you have to deduct other people's first, and finally it can fall into your own hands.

The hardships are not necessarily much better than farming.

It's just that in the autumn, you need to fight for more cuts, and now that winter has just passed, firewood is not very easy to sell after all, how can it increase the amount of tasks several times?

"How do we know? The person above said, this time it is a good tree! It can't be the same as before, making more money and earning more, it's nothing more than tired. ”

The woodcutter obviously didn't think so much, what if a task was sent from above? Dry!

It's enough to give money.

"Okay."

Moqiu nodded slightly, did not continue to bother, and walked towards the places he was already familiar with on weekdays.

Bazaars, boat shops, teahouses...... There is even a platform set up not far from the Qingfeng Temple, and occasionally the monks of the Qingfeng Temple will go up to preach, and by the way, they will distribute some porridge mixed with green vegetables.

As the so-called golden wind has not moved the cicada, the woodcutter is not an exception.

In the bazaar, the farm tools that should have been all over the ground are almost gone, most of the boatmen in the boat shop are missing, and the storyteller in the teahouse tells the story of the immortals visiting the mortal world.

Even in front of the Taoist platform not far from Qingfeng Temple, there is an old Taoist today who is boasting about how magnificent and magnificent the gorgeous palace in the sky is, which attracts people's yearning.

"That's not right."

Murphy quickly noticed the anomaly.

Everything is connected to each other. Just after winter, how can the woodcutter's tasks be increased again? There are many definite numbers of ships coming and going! It's rare to see a situation where it's so empty today.

It's just that before he could find out, soon a piece of news spread like a storm throughout the imperial capital.

Emperor Zongming wants to build a longevity immortal palace!

That is, the Asgard Palace, which is naturally not comparable to ordinary human mansions.

It's just that the emperor is merciful and has such an honor, and he doesn't want to enjoy it alone.

People with lofty ideals can offer treasures and money together, and there will be special officials to record them, and the officials of the court and the central government can also be nominally assigned to one or two fairy palace courtyards.

As for those who can't live in it, that's another story.

When he heard the news, Mo Qiu even thought that he had heard it wrong, grabbed the clothes of the little officials preaching around, and asked violently, "What did you just say?" Say it again! ”

The little official just wanted to scold angrily, but when he saw Moqiu's figure, he couldn't help but soften his tone and said, "The emperor wants to build a longevity immortal palace." ”

"Last!"

"300,000 conscripts ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, Murchu had already let go.

Almost lost his soul returned to the martial arts hall, his eyes looked a little dazed.

300,000 conscripts don't sound like much.

But this is a conscription!

No matter what you eat, no matter what you wear, no matter what tools, just work!

The so-called 300,000 is implicated in millions of people!

He who will abandon his wife and children, the crops in the field, and the livelihood at hand, and sacrifice his life for the selfish desires of one man!

"Brother Mo, what kind of expression do you have?"

Gu Dan, who was moving his body in the yard, noticed that something was wrong with Moqiu and couldn't help asking.

"Brother Gu, ......"

Moqiu's tall body seemed to become a little stiff for a moment, but in an instant he straightened up again, and even showed a smile, and he said, "I can't stay here any longer." ”

"What happened?" Gu Dan noticed something wrong and immediately asked.

"The emperor wants to build a longevity immortal palace and launch 300,000 conscriptions, and he wants to congratulate the people." Merciu said calmly.

"300,000 conscripts?!"

Gu Dan was also taken aback.

On such a large scale, why are you digging a canal, Dog Emperor?

At least the canal can still be used a little, and there is a fart for building a palace?

"Heaven and earth are not clear, the water is not murmuring, the fire is not burning, and the king is not Yaoyao, but the chief of a thousand people." Mo Qiu raised his head and stared at the sky, and muttered, "The emperor has gone astray when he asks for immortals, and now...... It's immoral! ”

Gu Dan frowned, and hurriedly said, "Brother Mo is cautious!" ”

No matter how dissatisfied he was in his heart, such a direct attack on the emperor's virtue was enough to kill people.

"Be cautious. The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were cautious in their words and deeds, and they were able to let this matter be carried out, that is, because there were too many people who were cautious, and there were too many people who spared their lives. ”

Moqiu's gaze became fierce, "Once this matter is confirmed, there will be no turnaround. In any case, I can't just watch this happen. ”