Three silver-white and bright osmanthus moons hang above the sky, with lanterns everywhere in the palace and dimly ignited fireworks.

Zhang Shun wrapped the torn cotton coat he was wearing tighter in the biting cold wind. There were several patches of different sizes on the cotton coat. The stitches on the patches were fine and dense. Although they were worn out, they were extremely clean. Obviously, some people often sew and clean them.

"When will it be the end of our hard days?" Peng Laosi sniffed hard, and rubbed his rough hands together, trying to remove the coldness of this cold night a little.

Zhang Shun wrapped his torn cotton coat tightly and warmed for a while, then pulled his hands out of his cuffs, exposed them again in the cold wind, shook his head and said, "Hurry up and work, otherwise when the supervisors in the city arrive, we will be beaten again."

After saying that, he blushed and carried a heavy and huge bluestone brick in front of him, piled it on the stone platform in front of him.

Peng Laosi also tried to carry a bluestone brick, but tried it several times but failed. He sighed and said, "I'm old, I'm not as strong as you young people."

Zhang Shun kept his head down and piled up bluestone bricks on the stone platform one by one. Peng Laosi helped him sprinkle glutinous rice mortar and spread it layer by layer evenly.

Looking around, the bluestone platform is more than ten feet wide and nearly a hundred feet wide. Countless ragged coolies are piled up with bluestone bricks on the long stone platform. From time to time, some people fall to the ground with tiredness. The sergeant in charge of the worker discovered that the whip with a hideous steel barb will be whipped down fiercely, causing a splatter of blood to splatter.

"Mr. Zhizhou, according to this progress, Qingtai can be completed within three days." A young general wearing black armor looked cold and spoke respectfully at the old man beside him.

The old man was wearing a gorgeous black robe, standing on the edge of the attic, looking down at the long blue platform that almost ran across most of the city, and nodded.

The young general was very good at observing his expressions and hesitating for a moment, and still said, "Why are you depressed by the Lord Zhizhou? You may share your worries with the Lord."

The old man looked at the dimly lit city under his feet, and most of the people were already asleep, and only these poor workers who came from the towns and towns were still working overnight.

Turning around and entering the warm attic, she sighed softly, "Five days later, the two new envoys of the Shangzong will come to Anxi Prefecture, and I feel a little uneasy."

The young general lowered his head and glanced at the countless hard work that was still working in the Lou Pavilion. He also turned around and followed the old man into the Pavilion and bowed: "Sir, don't you be nervous. Didn't Liu Shangjun, who just left a few days ago, always value the adults? I believe that even if the two envoys were replaced, they would give Liu a face?"

The old man frowned and scolded: "Damn it!"

The young general was obviously a little dissatisfied and gritted his teeth and said, "The head of the family has been in the Innate Peak Realm for decades. When the envoy Liu came here, he directly regarded the director of the family as Zhizhou. It has been a long time since then. My Xu family is already deeply rooted in the prefecture. The two new envoys will always worry about it?"

The old man in gorgeous robe is named Xu Wenxuan. In addition to being an Anxi Prefecture, he is also the current head of the Xu family.

Xu Wenxuan glanced at him coldly and said, "You have been following me for two years, why are you still so confused? In front of the envoy of the Shangzong, we are not even considered an ant. The envoy Liu before was just disdainful of having any interaction with us."

The young general Xu Sheng's face changed, he wanted to speak but stopped, but finally he quietly shut his mouth.

Xu Wenxuan didn't care about what he was thinking at all, but shook his head and sighed again: "This time, the two masters don't know what their temperament is. They just hope to be like Liu Shangzhe and disdain us."

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Three days.

There were several extremely deep cracks on Zhang Shun's worn cotton coat. From time to time, inferior cotton wool floated out from it, and even dark red blood marks oozed out from it. His body as strong as a cow was already exhausted, walking in the city with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Looking at the tall houses on both sides of Zhongzheng Street in Fucheng, Zhang Shun's envy was almost impossible to hide. Almost all the people living in Fucheng were rich gentry and family. Not only did they not need to work, but they could also gain the respect of others. These were things that they had never obtained before.

After touching the few money in his arms, Zhang Shun seemed to think of Yi Ran

The wife and children who were waiting hard at home also made their steps much lighter, but a rare smile appeared on their young but already weathered face.

After walking out of the city, he dragged his tired body along the official road for dozens of miles, and finally saw Zhangjia Village from afar. Zhang Shun had not slept for three days. Even the food he ate was porridge provided by the state capital. He shook his body, as if he was about to fall to the ground and fall asleep in a deep moment.

He stretched out his hand and pinched his numb arms hard, forced himself to cheer up, and walked towards Zhangjia Village.

A few days ago, all the villages and towns under Anxi Fucheng Autonomous Management were recruited to build Qingtai. A total of five young strong laborers were released in Zhangjia Village. After the other people who went there received the reward, they either went to the restaurant to eat and drink or go to the brothels in Fucheng for a good rest. Only Zhang Shun dragged his already exhausted body and wanted to return home early to meet his wife who was waiting for him.

After touching the silver coins in his arms again, Zhang Shun felt much more at ease. He pushed open the wooden door of his small courtyard, but noticed a trace of unusual silence.

"Xiuxiu?" There was a hint of anxiety in Zhang Shun's voice.

No one responded.

His mother died early since childhood, and even his father could not bear the job of caring for Jin Yu Baohua in the Lingtian. He died of illness and fatigue last year. Xiuxiu was just a weak woman, and her parents died prematurely. Where can he go with Zhang Xiaoniu, who was only born less than a year ago?

"Xiuxiu?"

Zhang Shun searched all three simple wooden houses up and down, but still couldn't find a single figure, and his voice couldn't help but tremble.

While he was stunned and thinking, a noise came from outside the yard. Zhang Shun's eyes gradually returned to focus, and he looked at several evil warriors in short clothes rushing in outside the yard.

A strong family slave took the lead, looked at Zhang Shun in ragged clothes, and showed a fierce light in his eyes. He stepped forward and kicked him hard.
Chapter completed!