When the river bandits arrived, Lu Jun was almost frozen into a popsicle, but fortunately he had a strong physique, and after drinking a pot of spirits, he was alive again.

There were a few people with poor physique who were infected with wind and cold, and he ordered to be buried alive without frowning.

Back at Longmen Water Village, Lu Jun remembered the sudden explosion.

In the middle of winter, how can there be thunder?

Even if there was thunder, they were in the middle of the river at the time, and they shouldn't have been bombed?

The most paradoxical thing is that the explosion does not seem to fall from the sky, but from the water.

What's so important about this?

There is no shortage of masters in the bandit den who love to pretend to be gods. Xun Liang pinched his fingers, squinted his eyes, and said something in his mouth. After a while, his eyes opened.

"Boss, it's the River Dragon King who is angry!"

The River Dragon King is angry?

Lu Jun stared at Xun Liang with both eyes, are you mistaken?

Since Juyi Longmen Water Village, Lao Tzu has sacrificed to the river dragon king on the fifteenth day of every new year, and has never dared to slack off over the years, and even never eats fish and shrimp in the river, in order not to offend the river dragon king.

He really treats the River Dragon King as an ancestor! As soon as its mouth opened, it asked for a wooden boat and dozens of lives!

Can you be more tempered?

Xun Liang hurriedly signaled him to be cautious, Lu Jun was angry, how could he listen to him, continue to scold and then order Xun Liang to find out the truth of the matter.

When Lu Jun was still suspicious, Kong Fang turned into a plasterer and led the county soldiers to pave the cement floor for Tang Bolong's courtyard.

Kong Yiji wanted to persuade him not to lose Sven, so he watched from the sidelines, but when he thought that this was the prefect's courtyard, he had to show it when it was time to behave, so he dispelled the idea and rolled up his sleeves and dried up.

Up and down the Tang family, men, women and children are watching the novelty on the sidelines.

Tang Bolong had heard of cement. But when he saw that it was actually finer than stove ash, he couldn't believe that it was the legendary cement.

Is it hard as stone?

Lao Tzu can blow it away with a gentle blow, do you believe it?

Then he saw them mix cement with river sand and mix it with water to make it a soft stamped mortar slurry. He didn't have time to ask what it meant, they had already been spread out and flattened.

Kong Fang quietly hammered the old waist, the work of the dry plasterer is really tiring!

But Tang Bolong was standing on the sidelines watching, he didn't dare to rest, took a deep breath and continued to work.

When the willows were on the top of the moon, the open space in the yard was paved with cement. Tang Bolong touched it lightly with the tip of his shoe, and it was soft, like a mess of mud.

He rubbed off the mortar on the tip of his shoe, and his face was puzzled, "Kong Zhixian, didn't you say that the cement is as hard as a rock?" What do I think it's all mud? ”

"My lord, don't worry. Cement hardening takes time. Tomorrow, tomorrow morning you will definitely see a miracle happen. Kong Fang replied. Tang Bolong didn't speak again, and seeing that it was not early, he asked the maid to entertain Kong Fang and his party.

They had been tired and had been working for half a day, but they were hungry and tired.

Although Kong Fang is a subordinate, he brings silver to work for himself, not to mention the results of his work, just with the white flowers and silver, he also has to do the friendship of the landlord, right?

And the fine salt, which he had never seen in his life.

He also wanted Kong Fang to get more as a tribute.

At present, this treasure can only be produced in Qinghe County, and it just so happens that Qinghe County is under the jurisdiction of his Baoding Prefecture.

As the prefect of Baoding Prefecture, although he has just seen fine salt, according to the rules of officialdom, he has merit for the appearance of fine salt, and if he delivers fine salt to heaven......

Will Emperor Jiaqing be overjoyed?

Quietly send a little more to the hundreds of officials in the DPRK and China. Although fine salt can buy two catties for one tael of silver, it is expensive because it is rare, and it is expensive because you may not be able to buy it if you have silver.

You say, will those old slippery heads be happy?

Tang Bolong thought about it and was happy in his heart.

Kong Fang, this kid is really Lao Tzu's lucky general, less than three months after taking office, clearing bandits, raising pigs, making cement, and making fine salt, Qinghe County's industry and commerce are booming, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

Half of the credit here!

He didn't want to take credit, but who made himself so good? After all, the upward and downward effects, the leaders have a good way to do what Kong Zhi County can do.

This night, Tang Bolong slept very soundly, his saliva was wet and his concubine Hu Sanniang's chest was wet, Hu Sanniang was very disgusting but didn't dare to move.

She is a concubine, not a wife.

When it comes to saying that a wife is not as good as a concubine, it is not that a concubine is more favored than a wife, but that a wife is not as fun as a concubine. Concubines are originally for men to have fun, but if men are not happy, concubines will suffer.

The man is happy, and the concubine suffers.

But sin is not the same as sin.

She is a plaything, men can give it up at will, if she wants to stay in the Tang family for a good life, she must be obedient.

This night, Kong Fang slept very restlessly. He was full of pain in his muscles and bones, and he still remembered Fang Shiqing who was hundreds of miles away in his heart. Early tomorrow morning, she should arrive at the last campsite, Wuling.

Five miles further on, it is the boundary of Shanyang County; Thirty miles ahead, there is the mouth of the tiger.

A fierce battle is about to begin.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

………

In the direction of Wuling, the road is rugged, and the further you go, the more difficult it becomes.

"Captain, are you tired, why don't we rest for a while before leaving?" Guan Yu crossed the county soldiers and walked over to ask for instructions. It's hard for them to walk on this mountain road, but the captain is a young lady.

He was worried that she wouldn't be able to take it.

If she was hurt, he couldn't bear it even more.

Fang Shiqing stopped, raised his eyes to look at the sky, and said, "I'm fine." Besides, we must rush to Wuling before dawn, and there is no time to rest. ”

"You go back to your post, take care of your brothers, and don't let them fall behind."

Guan Yu didn't dare not listen to the captain's words.

But he can't turn a deaf ear to the words of the adult, "Captain, just rest, as the old saying goes, sharpening the knife is not wrong for the woodcutter, and it will not delay the march." Besides, the adults say......"

He wanted to speak, but he stopped.

"What did he say?" Fang Shiqing asked.

He ...... He said, "If you are injured, all of us will have a military stick, and I will double it, and I will sweep the hut for a month." ”

"What, you just got two army sticks?"

Before Fang Shiqing could speak, Ximen Feixue was already furious, "Why am I at least ten military sticks?" ”

He only focused on the number of military sticks, and selectively ignored the punishment of sweeping the thatched house.

"Just because you're a professional bodyguard!" Guan Yu said.

"You're ......"

Simon Feixue jumped to his feet in anger.

"Alright, stop arguing. Rest in place. Fang Shiqing was so noisy that he had a headache. Men and old dogs, why are they arguing like shrews on the street, are they tired?

She decisively ordered a break to stop their pointless quarrel.

The county soldiers were ordered to rest.

Fang Shiqing leaned against a tree, looking at the deep night sky, the figure of a sour Xiucai jumped in her heart, she was surprised to find that she missed him a little.

She thought, what is he doing now?

Will you miss yourself?