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Chapter 219 Building the hearts of the people 【Please subscribe】

Xu Mu originally thought that Kong Xingyue would be overwhelmed with excitement, and then said...his wish to go back to the battlefield or something like that.

But he didn't.

After Kong Xingyue finished listening, he did not feel excited as imagined, but slowly lowered his head.

Seems to be thinking about something.

It didn't take long before he raised his head again, clasped his fists at Xu Mu and said, "My lord, my subordinate... I suddenly like the military engineering team a little bit."

Especially since he woke up.

Every day, countless people come here.

Send him various things.

Thank you so much for him.

And that day in the ground, when he wrote his last words, the old army he thought of was not the old army that fought on the battlefield, but...

These old minions who fought with him underground!
Together they dug up the underworld and beheaded Yama!

Xu Mu looked at him in surprise.

He never expected that Kong Xingyue would give up his obsession with killing the enemy on the battlefield.

After a pause, Xu Mu then asked, "Then you make another wish."

Kong Xingyue tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "How about... my lord asks the research institute to help make a sharp weapon that can be excavated? It can increase the excavation speed of the military engineering team."

To be honest, when a heavy-duty shovel encounters a large hard rock, its effect is too small.

Naturally, Xu Mu also knew this question, pondered for a while, raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you think of the excavator?"

Kong Xingyue was confused, and couldn't help saying: "Dig chicken? Can it be eaten?"

Xu Mu: "..."

Of course, he was just joking.

At this stage, there is no way for an excavator to make it.

If it can be produced, it means that he can already lay rails and repair trains.

However, with more and more craftsmen, the development of the research institute should be greatly accelerated.

In the future, it will not be far away to conquer the whole world and devote all the strength of the craftsmen in the world.

After exchanging pleasantries, Xu Mu told Kong Xingyue to take good care of his injuries and left the medical office.

……

In the next few days, the drought came to an end, and Xu Mu had leisure again.

Today's Wanmin City has all internal organs, and there are old houses here to plan and coordinate. He can rest for a few days before thinking of ways to deal with Li Shimin.

There are 36 prefectures in Henan, and now including Yangcheng, 33 prefectures in Henan are under his control.

Except for Luoyang, and the two counties of Yiyang and Xincheng occupied by Li Shimin.

Since crossing, he has seldom slept till the sun rises.

In the past few days, every day he slept until the end of the afternoon, that is, it was close to eleven o'clock in the morning...

Then order takeout.

Well, after the development of Xuansuo, many people with small assets have become lazy.

The Xuansuo industry in Wanmin City is becoming more and more prosperous.

By the way, it also solved the employment problem of some common people.

After eating spicy grilled fish at noon, Xu Mu stretched his waist and decided to go out to Wanmin City.

Take a look at the country he created with one hand.

"Both sides of the street are very clean, and trash cans have been installed. It seems that Lao Yang put his heart into it." Accompanied by Wang Zhao, Xu Mu commented as he walked.

"A cleaner was also arranged, and the old house followed up in a timely manner."

Xu Mu saw the people in the uniforms of the Lord's Mansion collecting garbage along the way, so he couldn't help but nodded.

Then, Xu Mu took a stroll around Wanmin Square, the University Hall, and some already built communities.

To be honest, today's Wanmin City has vaguely the same feeling as before he crossed over.

It's just that the streets are... full of people.

Not even a car.

"Can you set up a bicycle project and let the research institute produce bicycles?"

Xu Mu's eyes lit up.

Concrete roads have been laid in Wanmin City.

Bicycles are not motor vehicles, and the difficulty is not as great as imagined.

While Xu Mu was thinking about the future plans of Wanmin City, he heard a burst of applause as he walked.

"Okay!! Mr. Zhou, continue talking!"

Xu Mu followed the voice and looked.

This voice came from a teahouse.

Xu Mu slightly curious, walked in.

As soon as you enter the teahouse, good guy, it is full of people.

It was almost watertight.

Seeing this, Wang Zhao couldn't help asking, "Do you want my subordinates to clear the venue?"

Xu Mu glared at him and told him not to speak, while he looked forward.

Among these common people, a middle-aged man with the appearance of a scholar was sitting among them.

Hold two boards in your hand.

There were two shouts from time to time.

Xu Mu almost thought that cross talk in later generations had already appeared.

Fortunately, the middle-aged man shook the two boards, and after making a clear voice, he opened his voice and said: "Just now, there are rebellions outside the mountains, and the people are in dire straits. Dou Jiande occupies Hebei, Li Yuan occupies Jingzhao, and Du Fuwei occupies Jianghuai." , It's a pity that God doesn't bless the people. During these days, many large counties have been plagued by locust drought..."

Then, the people below murmured: "God does not bless us, the lord bless us!"

The rest of the people echoed: "Yes! We don't need God's blessing!!"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then nodded again and again, and sighed: "It's natural! To be honest, coming to Wanmin City is really a paradise. There is no such scene in the world!"

"Do you know how severe the drought is outside the mountain?" The middle-aged man glanced at the people around him and shook his head.

The common people blinked and showed curiosity.

When they came to this teahouse, the most important thing was that the owner of the teahouse had just come in from the outside not long ago.

Know something about the outside world.

They were also sharp-tongued, and after a few words, they aroused their curiosity.

The middle-aged man saw that everyone around him was listening attentively, took a sip of tea, moistened his throat: "Take this cup of tea, for example, in Zhaosan County, Nanjing, Shandong, you can never drink it!"

"Before I entered the mountain, the crops had been gnawed by locusts, and countless people were crying in the fields, their faces ashen ashes... tsk tsk tsk, that miserable scene..."

The surrounding people were silent for a while, and did not speak again.

They all know that that is the normal end of the locust plague...

Suddenly, they feel incredibly lucky.

Can enter Wanmin City.

escaped such a catastrophe.

"Also, the river has long since dried up. The people fought for water. In a village, the arrows of neighbors have become enemies..." The middle-aged man pursed his lips, and then continued.

The people still did not speak.

This time, if it wasn't for Kong Xingyue and others who risked their lives to dig, how could the dry well be turned into a spring?

Not only that, they can also irrigate as in previous years...

"Do you think that's all it is?"

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man continued: "Before I came, I passed by a village, because the crops and food were eaten up by locusts. In order to survive...they have already started exchanging children..."

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

They naturally understand what it means to exchange children.

Easy to eat!

This is also a normal phenomenon in troubled times and years of famine.

When a person is extremely hungry, he really can do anything.

Thinking of this, everyone felt chills in their hearts.

If it weren't for the lord...

Such a huge Wanmin City will probably become what the middle-aged population said it would be in the face of this natural disaster.

It's scary to think about it.

"People outside the mountain never imagined that there is a paradise in the deep mountains and old forests, so you are lucky..." The middle-aged man looked at the silent crowd and began to ease the atmosphere.

Only then did the common people nod their heads one after another, with their heads held high, and some couldn't help saying: "Our hundred thousand common people have accumulated virtue in the previous life, so we can meet the lord in this life!"

"It is! It is!"

……

Xu Mu watched the whole scene.

Seeing that the pride of the common people was mobilized so easily, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

This middle-aged man is a talent.

In the end, the common people consciously took out the tea money.

Seeing that it was getting dark, I reluctantly left the teahouse.

"Zhou Dong's family, we'll come back tomorrow! We still want to hear stories from beyond the mountain!" Some people waved to the middle-aged man as they left.

After all the people left, the middle-aged man was about to close the door, only to find out...

There were still two people in the teahouse.

"You two, the teahouse has already been opened—" The middle-aged man stepped forward, but before he finished speaking, he recognized Xu Mu.

Eyes widened.

Then he looked at Wang Zhao who was expressionless.

A guess suddenly came to mind.

Then he knelt down, cupped his hands and said, "Caomin Zhou Yishan, pay homage to the lord."

With a smile on the corner of Xu Mu's mouth, he looked at him and nodded slightly.

Just now, in order to avoid the recognition of the people, he has been sitting in the corner.

It is because everyone who enters Wanmin City must remember his portrait...

Therefore, every commoner in Wanmin City knew him.

That's right, he just wants to engage in a personality cult.

Only in this way can his prestige be raised to the highest level.

"Zhou Yishan? Judging from your tone, you were a scholar before you entered the mountain?" Xu Mu asked with raised eyebrows.

Zhou Yishan lowered his head and said: "Before entering the mountain, his ancestral home was Chang'an, and he studied for several years. After entering the mountain, he spent all his money and bought a small shop in Wanmin City and opened a teahouse."

Xu Mu didn't ask so many questions, Zhou Yishan consciously told his story.

Xu Mu nodded slightly, and didn't ask any more about his past.

He didn't care about Zhou Yishan's past.

He only cared about the ability that Zhou Yishan showed just now.

Chatting in the teahouse, to be honest, this is already a bit like a storyteller in the Ming Dynasty.

But that was the product of...the city was highly developed and the citizen economy was increasingly prosperous.

It is still the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and there are far no so-called storytellers.

But when Xu Mu saw Zhou Yishan's performance today, he felt...

With the high development of Wanmin City, one or two storytellers are needed.

People like Zhou Yishan can inspire the people and build their hearts. If they come a few more times, the cohesion of the [-] people in Wanmin City will be further improved.

Moreover, most of the people in Wanmin City are not very literate, so it is unrealistic for Xu Mu to start a newspaper to build people's hearts.

Therefore, certain situations outside the mountain can only be told to the people through Zhou Yishan's mouth.

It is a bit similar to the role of news broadcasts in later generations.

How miserable the people outside the mountain are...

How beautiful the life in the city is, it is like a paradise.

In this way, the common people will truly regard Wanmin City as their home, and the cohesion will be further improved, reaching an unprecedented height since the Qin and Han Dynasties!
(End of this chapter)