When Wang Laoshi hid in front of the cellar, he saw with his own eyes that another steward who was on his equal foot was directly devoured by the drought dragon. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

By the time the dragon's tail swept over Fengmingzhuang, its power had weakened considerably. Moreover, it was just a dry dragon that swept through here. Another dry dragon, although it also swept away from Fengmingzhuang's territory, it did not come straight to Fengmingzhuang.

Despite this, nearly half of the houses in Fengmingzhuang were destroyed.

The place where Wang Laoshi lives is still a long distance away from the location of Fengming Zhuang.

When Wang Laoshi came out of the cellar, his eyes were only full of devastation. His house is gone. All the houses around his house are gone.

He is the steward of Fengmingzhuang, and he is in charge of the affairs of Fengmingzhuang. So, when he built a cellar for his house, he made it bigger. Larger than the cellars of many second-stewards. Big enough to hide from his family.

Before the drought dragon struck, he had his three sons, a daughter, and several grandchildren take refuge in the large cellar. He doesn't have a wife. When his wife gave birth to this daughter, he left their grandfather and left alone. His sons, daughters, and grandchildren are all he has.

Pity God, they are all safe and sound now.

After experiencing such a catastrophe as the drought dragon, Wang honestly believes that his children and grandchildren will definitely have a good future.

Now, it's a great opportunity. It was a great opportunity for his children and grandchildren to leave.

The place where he lives now has dozens of families. They are all domestic slaves of Fengmingzhuang.

As soon as Wang Laoshi lifted the roof of the cellar, he heard intermittent whimpering and howling sounds all around. He knew it was the voices of his neighbors mourning their loved ones.

Their cellar is not as big as his cellar. Many of them don't even have a cellar at home. Everything about them belongs to Fengmingzhuang. They don't need a cellar to store anything. They also don't have anything to store in the cellar.

Wang Laoshi stood outside the cellar and glanced to the left and right, only to see a dead silence on the ruins of the old Song Tou and the old pimple house next door. Wang honestly knew that neither of the two families could escape under the attack of the drought dragon. They should all be buried under the rubble by now.

Wang Laoshi stood outside the cellar and hesitated for a while. He only had to let his children hide in the cellar until the evening, so that they could get out of the place at night.

The silver ticket he had saved was now hidden in the cellar. As long as he gives the silver tickets to his children and grandchildren, he has these thousands of taels of silver tickets, which is enough for his children and grandchildren to go further south to find a living.

He is the steward of the estate. The matter of reining in the dead and dealing with the aftermath must be in charge of it. As long as he lies to the owner of the village, his children and grandchildren have also suffered disasters and disappeared, and at this juncture, when there are a large number of casualties and a large number of aftermath to deal with in this village, no one will care about the lives of others, let alone check whether his words are true or false.

The howl in the distance came intermittently, and Wang honestly gritted his teeth, and finally lifted the top of the cellar again, and shouted inside: "Come out quickly!

He finally didn't take that step. Although he has done some dishonest things, he is a responsible person after all. In his heart, after all, there is the innate kindness and simplicity of every ordinary person.

When his children and grandchildren had climbed up from the cellar, and he had told them to go and help their neighbors, he stumbled in the direction of the owner of Fengming Village. He is the steward of the estate. He's going to help at the main estate. That's where he can make the most of his impact.

Along the way, all he saw were houses destroyed by the drought dragon. None of the houses are still good. There is no one that has not been afflicted.

Wang Laoshi ran wildly, stopping from time to time, shouting for the survivors to help save people. At this time, talent is the most important thing.

Wang honestly believes that Fengmingzhuang has stood on this ground for hundreds of years, and as long as people are still there, no matter how big the disaster, Fengmingzhuang can survive.

He ran all the way, shouting all the way. By the time he ran to Fengming Village, his voice was already hoarse.

Wang Laoshi glanced at the main village from a distance, and his heart finally breathed a sigh of relief.

OK. Although the houses of the main village have also fallen a lot, the houses that have fallen are all houses that are not often inhabited by the main family. The houses of the main family are mostly on the other side. As long as the people of the main family hide on that side, there shouldn't be much danger. Moreover, the king honestly knew that the main estate had several cellars that were countless times larger and countless times stronger than the cellars in his house. There are one or two, which he personally supervised and built. Although he also ate some silver from it, Wang Laoshi did not play the slightest sloppy in the solidity and solidity of the cellar.

When he entered the village, the vast majority of the lord's family was still hiding in the cellar and did not come out. Rich and noble people especially cherish their lives. Before receiving foolproof news, many in the Lord's family were reluctant to take risks. They would rather hide in the cellar and suffocate their internal injuries than come out and risk being swept away by a dry tortoise.

Wang Laoshi didn't go too far to alarm the main family who was still hiding in the cellar. He just shouted a few times from cellar to cellar. After making sure that the people in the cellar were safe and sound, Wang Laoshi began to direct the surviving house slaves of the main village to start work.

The casualties of the main village were not as small as Wang Laoshi imagined. The dead were all domestic slaves. Wang Laoshi learned from the surviving house slaves that the dead house slaves were all killed by the order of the chief steward to save the property in the main village before the drought dragon struck.

Wang honestly hated it, and his teeth only itched. The lives of people who were still alive and kicking under the command of Wang Laoshi the day before yesterday! No matter how valuable the property is, how much can it be heavier than human life?

Wang Laoshi shouted hoarsely to the house slaves in the village to do things, while looking everywhere for the traces of the chief steward. His eyes were blood-red. Half of it is urgent, and half of it is angry. He decided, at the first moment he saw the chief steward, he would step forward and give him a few slaps. Even if he is punished by the head of the family, he will give the chief steward a few slaps.

He finally saw the archsteward. But he couldn't give him a few more slaps. Wang honestly dreamed of slapping the big steward, but he still couldn't get him.

The archsteward is dead. He did not die under the drought dragon, but at the hands of a man whom the king could not honestly imagine.

The chief steward was executed by Jiang Bingchuan's order.

Wang Laoshi never thought that this eldest young master, who had been eating and waiting for death, would actually rush to the main village before him.

Jiang Bingchuan's place of residence is farther away from the location of Fengming Village's main village than Wang Laoshi's residence. Far from it. But he came just after the drought dragon had passed.

As soon as Jiang Bingchuan arrived, he immediately asked people to go to the chief steward. Before the chief steward came out of the cellar, Jiang Bingchuan already knew that because of the order of the chief steward, at least one hundred and ten house slaves had died in the main village. Many of the other house slaves had anger in their eyes when they saw the chief steward.

Jiang Bingchuan didn't say much. He directly ordered and cut off the head of the chief steward. At this time, people's hearts must be stable.

Although Jiang Bingchuan has always been a young master who eats and waits for death, he is the eldest young master after all. The lord hasn't come back yet. At this time, the eldest young master is the heaven of Fengmingzhuang. Jiang Bingchuan's side also has masters sent by Jiang Haipeng to protect him. Although Jiang Haipeng is not optimistic about him, he is Jiang Haipeng's own son after all. Jiang Bingchuan can't do anything, it doesn't mean that he can't inherit the Jiang family. The one who cut off the head of the chief steward was a master beside Jiang Bingchuan.

When Wang Laoshi saw Jiang Bingchuan, his voice was completely hoarse. Jiang Bingchuan didn't talk nonsense, and directly asked Wang Laoshi to temporarily take over the post of chief steward. Wang honestly looked at the position for a lifetime, and it fell on him inexplicably.

Wang honestly lived up to Jiang Bingchuan's trust. He grew up in Jiang's family, and he is also the second steward of the village. Except for the things he shouldn't know, he knows everything in the village inside and out.

At the time of crisis, Wang Laoshi's ability completely exploded. He put everything in order.

Before inviting the main family members in the cellar out, Wang Laoshi had already arranged for the collection of all the bodies of the victims that could be seen in the main village. The coffin that Jiang Haipeng asked him to prepare in advance came in handy at this moment.

When the main family came out, Wang Laoshi had even arranged tea and food for his stomach. He also arranged for the houses of the occupants to be cleaned up. As soon as the men of the Lord's house came out, many of the old and infirm went to rest. After holding in the cellar for so long, being scared for so long, those people need a good rest.

In addition to arranging the aftermath of the main village, Wang Laoshi also arranged some house slaves to some places outside the main village to help the disaster victims there save people.

When Jiang Haipeng rushed back from Luosha Town, except for the collapsed houses and walls that showed that Fengmingzhuang had also been attacked by a drought dragon, there were no other traces of disaster in the main village.

Wang was tired and sick. After continuous running, fatigue and sleeplessness, he finally became tired and sick.

His dedication was seen by the people of the main village. Jiang Haipeng also knew it when he rushed back.

Wang Laoshi was designated by the Jiang family as one of the people who made great contributions to this disaster. He got the reward he had always dreamed of.

The Jiang family freed him and his children and grandchildren from slavery. The dream he had been looking forward to for a long time had come true because of a disaster.

Perhaps, this is creation. A catastrophe has become an opportunity for Wang Laoshi.

However, Wang Laoshi did not leave. None of his children or grandchildren left. They still stayed on the territory of Fengmingzhuang. Wang honestly did it, and he was still the steward of Fengmingzhuang. The Grand Steward.

After experiencing this disaster, Wang honestly felt that this was his root and the root of his whole family.

It's just that they are no longer house slaves now. Their lives are their own. They can do what they want and live a good life that they can earn on their own.