The late Ming Dynasty in the living room

Chapter 72 How to deal with this?
The senior year in high school cares so much about his brother now, but how could the sophomore in high school not know what his intentions are?

So the second year of high school still ignored him and continued to write with his head down.

Just when the senior high school student was at a loss, he suddenly heard a loud "rumbling" sound in the distance.

The two of them looked in the direction of the brick kiln at the same time, and then their expressions froze.

There was originally a small slope, but now a large peaked mountain appeared out of thin air.

The mountain was actually white.

And they saw that the top of the mountain was collapsing.

The two immediately knew what was going on: there was the temporary "warehouse" built this morning, which was used to grow rice for Pan Shenxian.

Terrible!

Pan Shenxian piled the rice so high that it is about to collapse now!

The second grader stood up quickly and said hurriedly: "Go quickly! Let all the security team gather together. If the wall of the brick kiln is collapsed and those flowers escape, it will be troublesome!"

The senior high school student turned pale and rushed to the training ground to call for help.

Those flowers were trapped inside and worked, and all of them were filled with resentment.

If they run out, even if each of them holds a brick in his hand, many people will suffer.

As for the Mishan mountain collapsing and hitting a few workers nearby... The sophomore in high school is not worried.

Everyone has a destiny of life and death.

In this day and age, if you were crushed to death by a piece of rice, you would still be able to smile.

What he was afraid of was that the group of flower boys would come here and injure one of his own people, or disturb the young master.

The sophomore high school student couldn't wait for the security team, so he quickly put away his notebook and ran towards the brick kiln.

The sophomore in high school took out the knife while running, thinking that if Hanako really ran out, he would kill two of them first and shock them.

The brick kiln is still a bit far away. I kept running until I was out of breath in my second year of high school.

Seeing that the brick kiln was approaching, he saw old man Fan coming out with a group of people. The second-year high school student hurriedly shouted: "Did the wall collapse? Did those Huazis run out?"

The current brick kiln is divided into two parts. One part is surrounded by beggars and other people. They are responsible for mud bricks and mud tiles, and they have to pay a sufficient amount every day before they can eat.

Outside were Old Man Fan and a group of county residents. They had food, drink and wages.

I heard that what the beggars hate most now is not Lan Gouzi, but people like them.

Old Man Fan was still confused. He didn't know when a mountain of rice appeared outside. He only knew that the mountain suddenly collapsed, and the huge sound startled him.

He knew it was Pan Shenxian's masterpiece, so after hesitation, he decided to come out and have a look.

When the second year of high school asked him, Old Man Fan shook his head and said, "It didn't collapse here, it went to the Juma River (north)."

The sophomore in high school breathed a sigh of relief, inserted the knife back, and said to Old Man Fan: "Let's go over and have a look."

Several people were walking around the wall. The second year of high school heard many people shouting: "Run! There is rice rolling over, there is rice rolling over!"

Those people were county residents building roads, and I don’t know if anyone was hit...

The sophomore in high school turned around the wall and first saw the white rice mountain that was much shorter. At the bottom of the mountain, he saw a rolling "rice river".

The people building the road here should be Groups 15 to 21. Now nearly two hundred people are running everywhere, fearing that they will be affected by this "Mi River".

Several others seemed to be injured and were now dragged aside.

Well, the wall of the brick kiln has not collapsed, but the wall of the temporary warehouse that was just opened this morning has been washed away.Fang Yu said it was a temporary warehouse and would be demolished after use.

So this fence is just a low wall made of blue bricks with wooden boards on top.

Logically speaking, this is enough, but who wants Teacher Pan to rush to class?

When Teacher Pan was leaving the house, she held a stack of primary school students' homework in one hand and a bunch of keys on her finger.

She took a look at Laishui County and found that there was a small "warehouse" in the iron city wall, so she took a handful of rice from the rice bag in the corner and put it inside.

The "warehouse" was full, but Teacher Pan still had a little bit left in her hand. She didn't want to put it back because it was too troublesome, so she carefully added a top to "Mishan".

It's like the last piece of wood you put on when building blocks.

Teacher Pan deliberately waited for three seconds and found that "Mishan" was very stable.

So she took out a tissue, wiped her hands, and went out with peace of mind.

What she didn't know was that less than 30 seconds after she closed the door, Namishan began to tremble.

The second year of high school, Old Man Fan and others are now standing near this "rice river", staring blankly at the round rice pouring past.

They rolled down the "mountain" and rolled violently under the influence of gravity.

They headed north fiercely, breaking many saplings in their tracks.

The second year of high school's eyelids trembled when he saw it: these saplings were all transplanted from the mountains of four miles and eight townships in response to the young master's "camp greening" request.

It is so difficult to find such a small tree now. (The bark was stripped off and eaten)
They then rushed towards a group of shacks (prepared for the incoming officials and their families). Those shacks were unable to stop them at all. After a burst of "click, click" sounds, half of the shacks had disappeared.

The sophomore in high school sighed again. More than 200 people were mobilized to build this shack in a hurry. It was only completed this morning.

I heard that the officials and craftsmen are arriving soon. Where will they live then?

The young master treats these officials and craftsmen as his own people.

Fortunately, the Mi River has finally reached its end. After they rolled out so far, there wasn't much inertial force left, not to mention there was a solid iron wall there.

They weakly collided with the iron wall, making a muffled sound of "bang bang bang", and soon stopped honestly.

The rice grains in front were blocked tightly, so the grains behind started to roll to both sides.

Gradually, this white river of rice spreads wider and wider, spreads wider and wider.

When Fang Yu arrived, he saw that the land in front of him was covered with white flowers. They were several kilometers wide and covered almost the entire northern district.

This...how should I deal with this?Fang Yu also felt pain in his head.

"How many people were injured?" Fang Yu asked.

The second year of high school and old man Zhao were both nearby. The second year of high school returned: "Twelve people were injured, and only two people were hit by rice. It's not a big problem. The others ran too fast and their feet were sprained."

Yes, this is rice, not stone.

Old man Zhao asked: "Should we stop the road construction first and let them move the rice back first?"

...It can only be delayed for two days, Fang Yuzheng was about to nod.

Suddenly it occurred to me that this rice has been reserved, so...should the buyer move it himself?

Fang Yu immediately changed his mind and looked at Gao Er and said, "Go to the county seat and tell Mr. Sun that the food has arrived and ask him to send more people. You can move out now."

(End of this chapter)