Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Locks Are Broken

Fengyun City has lost all its reliance, and now Nu Tian can plan according to his own heart, so he never worries about what kind of storm the unscrupulous guys in the city can stir up. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 What he was worried about was that Fengyun City had been relying on the Fengyun Mountain Gate, and there was no special resource output, and the spiritual veins on the mountain had been withdrawn, and the production of the Spirit Valley had become a problem. Even if he can barely feed the people in the city, will the imperial court be satisfied? Although the country is now preliminary, Xinghuajun has not said anything about taxes, but everyone knows that the tax in the first year almost determines their future prospects, as long as they show their faces in front of the king, it is definitely a promising future. On the contrary, I am afraid that the future will be sad!

"Fengyun Mountain has been turned over twice, and apart from the two small spirit veins, there is no other way to find it!" Zhang Sanshan said helplessly.

"Then sort out the land near the spiritual vein, and let the original spiritual plant farmers go up the mountain to open up the wasteland and farm. The distribution and registration of Lingtian will be handled by Master He, no problem, right?" Nu Tian looked at the Lord Book He Fengzhi on the side.

"Don't worry, my lord, I will handle the incident well!" He Fengzhi replied happily.

"Childe, I have cleaned up the demon beasts that appeared near the spirit veins and set up the nest of the black beetle. After eating this batch of demon beast corpses, the insect emperor has entered a dormant period, and it is believed that it will soon start laying eggs. Zhang Sanshan said.

"How familiar are the Black Armor Army with Black Beetles now?"

"Don't worry, Childe, although these guys are stupid, they can already control those black beetles skillfully!" Zhang Sanshan replied.

"How's the Spiritual Root Detection for the young children in the city?" Nu Tian continued.

"This Fengyun Sect is really not simple! As of today, nearly 2,000 children have been detected with spiritual roots. There are a total of 833 people over the age of twelve, 921 people under the age of 12 who have five spirit roots and four spirit roots, seventy-six people who have three spirit roots, seventeen people who have double spirit roots, and there are actually two top-level spirit roots, and there are even eight people with different spirit roots!" Zhang Sanshan said excitedly.

"Are there any people over the age of twelve who have more than three spirit roots?"

"There are thirty-nine people, but most of them are three-spirit roots, and there are only seven people with two-spirit roots. ”

"These thirty-nine people were elected to the mansion and taught by the two uncles themselves! Those over the age of twelve joined the Black Armor Army, and the children under the age of twelve and above the three spirit roots should be taken care of, and all the rest will be taught by the school for the time being, and they will be planned later. ”

"Are the best ones not enrolled in the dormitory?" asked Zhang Sanshan and the others in amazement.

"Now the country is in ruins, and the imperial court urgently needs all kinds of talents, and these young children are all handed over to the imperial court to deal with. The monarch attached great importance to this matter, and even did not hesitate to use the relationship of the Eight Sects of Humanity, so it was possible for this group of outstanding young children to study in the Eight Sects. Someone will come to take it after a while!" Nu Tian explained a little helplessly.

"So those children will become the pride of the sky!" He Fengzhi said in surprise.

"So to speak, how about the school?" Nu Tian ignored He Fengzhi and continued to ask.

"The location of the school house has been determined, and the houses are ready-made, and there is no disturbance to the people. If we really do what the adults ask, and all children under the age of fifteen in the city can be enrolled, I am afraid that the gentleman side will not be enough! And we don't have any extra silver spirit stones to invite more gentlemen, are you considering only allowing children with spiritual roots to enroll?" Zhang Xianfu replied cautiously with his head bowed.

"Money and food are indeed a problem, there is not much stock in the city, and we have brought too little! Nu Tian ignored Zhang Xianfu's careful thoughts.

"My lord, a hundred miles west of Fengyun Mountain is indeed close to the East China Sea. But the people in the city have lived on land all their lives, and they have only found a dozen or so who know water, and I am afraid that they will not be able to build ships and go to sea according to the wishes of adults. Please forgive me!" said Li Ruyi, the last official standing beside Nu Tian.

"It's hard for you!" Nu Tian said a little helplessly: "You look carefully to see if anyone has ever built a ship, if not, then find another way!"

"Don't worry, my lord, I will definitely find a craftsman who builds ships!" Li Ru said that Nutian had no intention of giving up at all, and could only promise to complete the task.

"By the way, what did the Fengyun Sect rely on to make money in the past?" Nu Tian suddenly thought of this question.

"Of course it's Yunxia Brocade!" Zhang Li and the two said at the same time.

"Is there anyone in the city who knows this kind of craft?"

"Yunxia Brocade is still the peerless school of the Fengyun Sect, although several big clans in the city have learned people, but those are all cultivators......" Zhang Xianfu's meaning is very obvious!

"My lord, although Yunxia brocade is hard to find, there are many craftsmen in the city who weave and paint, and if you can have silk cloth and other things, you can also have a certain amount of income. ”

Li Ruyi's words made Nu Tian have a wit, although not every sect has the kung fu of weaving clouds and caixia, as long as you have the heart, you can still find it. Moreover, he himself had learned this method when he was refining the Thundercloud Robe and Cloud Climbing Boots. Anyway, the city is full of mortals, and the requirements for Yun Jinxia's clothes will not be as picky as those of monks, but they can try to make a batch and see if they can have one more entry?

Soon after Nu Tian asked everyone to go down to do errands, Zhang Ershan walked in with a map. He opened the map in front of Nu Tian, and a map with Fengyun City as the center for nearly a thousand miles appeared in front of the two of them.

"These days, I've run all over the territory and mapped several nearby cities. Is Childe satisfied?"

With this map, it will be more convenient to do things in the future. Nu Tian looked at the map carefully for a while and then said: "After a while, after He Fengzhi divides the spiritual field cultivated land, please trouble Uncle Ershan to draw these spiritual field cultivated land into the map. ”

"Okay, this matter is on me!" Zhang Ershan saw Nu Tian's frowning slightly, and knew that he had something in his heart, so he asked, "What is the trouble of the son?"

"It's not a matter of money and food?" said Nu Tian with a wry smile.

"Didn't Xiaoshan already go to a nearby town to borrow grain?"

"Guozuo has been decided, everyone's situation is actually similar, I'm afraid Xiaoshan will return empty-handed this time!" Nu Xin shook his head and said worriedly.

“......”

"My lord, someone is asking to see you!" said the yacha outside.

"Who?" asked Nu Tian.

"He claims to be the housekeeper of the Cloud Mansion!"

"Yun Mansion, please let him in!" Nu Tian thought for a while, and finally remembered that one of the largest Xiuzhen families in Fengyun City was surnamed Yun.

After a while, an old man over fifty years old walked in, and immediately knelt on the ground after seeing Nu Tian, and kowtowed to Nu Tian a few times. And respectfully announced: "Caomin Yunsan, I've seen the big master!"

"Old Man Yun, I don't know what is the matter with you looking for this official?" Nu Tian stepped forward to help the old man and asked.

"The grass people boldly recommend themselves to the old man Mao Sui and ask for an official position for himself and Xiao'er!" Yun San excitedly kowtowed three times in a row.

"Hehe!" Hearing that the old man was so arrogant, Zhang Ershan couldn't help but chuckle twice.

"I don't know what the old man has learned?" Nu Tian frowned slightly, but did not laugh, but looked at the old man in front of him seriously for a while before asking.

"The grass people have been slaves in Yunfu all their lives, and they have no other skills except for knowing a few words and counting a few numbers. As for my boy, although he has been taught by grass people since he was a child, I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to enter the eyes of adults!"

Hearing this old man say this, Zhang Ershan was slightly stunned, but for the first time, he began to look at the old man in front of him, and he did not have the contempt just now. And Nu Tian was still the same as just now, calmly waiting for what the old man was going to say next.

"The grass people know where the first secret mansion of Yunfu is, and they are willing to exchange this for the future of my two fathers and sons!"

"Do you know that you are selling the master for glory?" I don't know why, the old man in Nu Tian's eyes actually overlapped with the old man in his impression for a moment, which made him feel a slight pain in his heart.

"The grass people know! The grass people are going to sell the Yunfu now, begging for the glory of the second half of my father and son's life. The old man suddenly straightened his waist and said with tears in his eyes: "Maybe the adults don't look down on the grass people, but the grass people don't think that they have done wrong! I have been a slave for the monks of Yunfu for half my life, and my son will be the same in the future, but the monks in Yunfu are gone, leaving only a group of women and children and so-called clansmen who have not cultivated. Are they the masters of the grass people?"

“......”

"Grass people are not good people, and they don't speak ill of others. But the secret mansion of Yunfu is only known to the grass people, instead of leaving it to the current master of Yunfu, it is better to give it to the adults in exchange for the glory and wealth of my father and son!"

“...... Uncle Ershan, you can do this!" Nu Tian was silent for a while before he spoke.

"Thank you, sir!" Yun San knelt down again and knocked his head vigorously a few times, and blood came out of his head.

"Let's go!" Zhang Ershan glanced at the old man with a complicated expression, and then walked out of the county office with him in great stride.