The Mozhe and Peidi formed a dead knot.

Those who are pro-Jin need Mo to stick to the rules to defend against Chu; those who are pro-Jin Chu hope that Moin will move the capital in the future and avoid the edge and leave Shangqiu, which is deeply rooted in Sicheng.

Before the evil wolf shows its fangs, it is easy to be mistaken for a docile and harmless dog. Some people even think that as long as they reach out to touch the hair on their heads, they can shake their heads and guard the house.

It is not only the right thing to get around such a dead knot, but also the basis for the practice of righteousness by the Mo for decades.

Shi didn't care about the reactions of the nobles anymore. Even if there was no such change, the Song State would have been in chaos for three or five years. Three or five years was enough, let alone the chaos caused by this change was extended.

After a large number of Mozhes went to Peidi, he and more than 20 Mozhes drove four double-shaft carriages to the village where he had been operating for more than half a year.

The spring breeze blows the wheat waves, and the wheat that grows green will attract many people from the villages and communities to watch every day. Those who think they will die have also strengthened their minds to plant wheat.

The carriage squeaked by the wheat fields and arrived at the home of reeds and reeds that had lived in for more than half a year.

The first person in the village community to get in touch with them was their family, but the first person in the village community to leave the village community was Liuzhi. He had already followed Gong Zaoye to Peidi early.

Since his identity has been revealed, no one dares to rob those seeds anymore. More than 20 Immortals are also trying to prevent accidents from happening halfway, just in case.

In the reed courtyard, the people from the village were happily helping to carry small wooden boxes.

Inside the wooden box, there is moist sand and soil, clusters of sweet potato seedlings feel the spring breeze outside, which is so gratifying.

The sweet potatoes planted last year have produced a lot of fruits, and those sweet potato seedlings will grow roots and spread them all over the ground. The sweet potatoes that I have always been reluctant to eat will be placed in the moist sandy soil when spring comes to generate more buds.

Buds are the hope of plants, and at this time they are also the hope of the dream paradise of villagers.

Hope is like a dream, dream is like a bubble, so be careful when transporting, for fear of any damage.

Luhua sorted out some herbs collected by Shi and Shi in the room last summer and autumn, and some were taught by people from other villages and communities. I don’t know if it is useful, so I recorded them all and tried them if I have the chance in the future. Anyway, you can just use the patient directly at this time. Whether it is available depends on your personal luck and body.

After entering the house, Reed and several village men carried several baskets of strange-colored soil to Shi. In a small reed basket next to him, there were some white powder like salt.

"As you said, on those cold days, these white things really leaked out from the corner of the compost toilet we built in Chunyan, and they were scraped off, but not much. Everyone was afraid that you would still use it, so they dug out the soil beside the wall."

Reed handed the small basket of white powder to Shi. This was something Shirashitou deliberately asked for explanation when he came back. Everyone in the village was very concerned, but they didn't know what it was for.

"Is this salt? If you can eat salt in the corner of the toilet, how much money can you save a year?"

The people from the village asked about these things that were actually nitroso soil, and there were very few.

"It's not salt, it's the medicine for curing diseases."

Luhua, who was sorting out herbs, heard the sound and asked, "What kind of pain is cured?"

People in the village were also curious and didn't know what the scraped off by the toilet wall could cure.

After thinking about it, he said, "It can cure heart disease and treat heart disease of the robbers. After taking this medicine, the barbarians will no longer dare to enter Jiuzhou to develop robbery. This is Jiuzhou's medicine, not human medicine."

The village community laughed and said, "It will take a long time to use it. Since there is no happy land, how about Jiuzhou?"

Everyone just thought it was a stubborn joke, knowing that it would be useful but not what it was. They didn't know that among the equipment and materials that Mozhe guarded the city, there was a light yellow color that burned and smelled unpleasantly and stinged eyes.

After packing these very rare nitroso soil, I talked about migrating with the soil.

"I told you a few days ago that this is the case. The wheat will be harvested in May, and you will leave after you harvest the wheat. The ink car will prepare it for you. Take away the things you can use at home, and don't need to carry what you can't take away. A few ink people will stay and take you there."

They already knew about this, and Peidi may have heard of it, but they don’t know where it is.

But it doesn't matter where they are. They can trust Shi, so they can trust Shi. Since these hopes are given by Shi, the Mo Man, then follow them and hope to be closer.

Household and other things are just jokes. Who can have any household?

Moreover, farmers who are granted land can be migrated by power at will.

Not to mention them, even those industrialists and businessmen are the same. The city of Handan is established, and Zheng Wei will send 500 households to move to Handan as a gift.

At this time, people can transfer them as gifts.

The people from the village community went there, maybe there was no house, but they could be built. Apart from this, there was really nothing to be left out.

After collecting the wheat, I paid the tax this year, sold the wheat to the wheat flour shop in the city, and left after the money was exchanged.

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The village community has become a kind of alien existence in Sang Sheng's family. Sang Sheng's son covered his swollen face and was crying.

Since the last time the village and community gathered, many changes have occurred in Sang Sheng's family. Sang Sheng is not crazy. When the people in the village and community don't think he is crazy, there is no need for him to be crazy.

The days are similar to those before, but the days are different from those before.

Eating, drinking, working, and working are still the same. But there are very differences between the villages.

Even the children were ridiculed by the children of the village community and rarely played with their children. The children did not know whether they were right or wrong, nor did they know that the reason why they were not as guilty as their family members. They just used hurtful jokes and gradually became distant.

The child was bullied again last night. He cried and said that Sang Sheng was wrong about what he did, and asked Sang Sheng why he was like this if he didn't do that at that time? Others helped grind the flour and made some money. A few days ago, he ate a wheat flour cake, but his family could only eat corn.

Sang was angry and beat the child, but he also knew where the child could understand so much.

One morning, the child was crying with a swollen face. A huge man like Sang Sheng was sitting there and shed tears. These days, the neglect of the people in the village turned into endless grievances.

He just felt that he was terrible in the village community, but when he returned home, his flesh, his blood, and his son actually said that, and he could no longer bear it for a while.

Looking at the child who was swollen with his face, and seeing the dull days of Sang Sheng, the child's mother scolded: "I blame your father? Why did he do that? Isn't it for you to live a good life? What did he do wrong? It would be fine if others talk about what he did, but what did you say? If it was really done at that time, you wouldn't eat the meat in the house? Cry! Cry! Cry again! I will sew your mouth on it if I cried!"

The child was scolded and did not dare to speak with his mouth flattened. He could only cover his face and cry silently.

After a long time, the child sobbed: "If someone else said it, it would be wrong. Where is the right thing to do outside and at home? Then I kill and robbed people and be right at home? People say that it is synonymous, there must always be the same right or wrong..."

When the mother heard that the child was talking back, she picked up the wooden stick and went to scare him. Then the child really shut up and stopped talking.

The woman walked to Sang Sheng and comforted him, "Don't do this either. The people from the village community are about to move away, and it will be fine after leaving. Who knows? Today I am coming, so I go and beg him, begging him not to let the people from the village community talk more about these things to those who move later. I am not wrong."

"Although I don't understand the truth as well as those who are in the ink, I also know the truth that couples are united. Even if you follow you, you will follow the bad days."

"Didn't you say that day? You always choose between love you and love that loves you. There is no good thing in the world. If I choose, I will follow you. When the people from the village will move away, we will live a good life."

"At least, the Mozhe taught you to plant wheat and use millstones. They can't take away the millstones. When the newly moved people arrive in the future, you will also be a good farmer. As long as those people don't say it, who can know?"

The woman persuaded Sang Sheng, called the child again, rubbed the child's swollen face and said, "In the future, if there is no child, I will talk about you again, and the children in the future will play with you. Don't talk about your father anymore. Did you hear that? The synonyms that Mo Zhu said are impossible. How can there be any right or wrong that the world has decided? Even if you kill someone, I will hide you so that you will not kill someone like those Mo Zhu said. The father should hand over his son..."

After one sentence after another, the woman had decided to sort out her messy hair and found a can of corn from her home.

She had already cried last time, but this time she stopped crying.

Instead, I would like to thank the can of corn, thank the Messenger for teaching them to plant wheat, use millstones, fish baskets, and shackles.

Use gratitude to ask for comfort with no grudge.

She knew that crying was useless, so she was openly a different woman, and only asked the man to hide from Sang Sheng for later generations. Among the newcomers in the village, Sang Sheng was not only the Sang Sheng who loved to work and was also the Sang Sheng who knew how to plant wheat and make fish baskets and push millstones.

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Gong Zaoye, who had hidden his name and identity as Mo Zhu, led his six fingers, and Luo Huali, a group of three, had been wandering around Peidi for a long time, looking coldly.

Luo Huali was complaining about that, not because of hardships, but after he became a man of the Mo, he stopped complaining about this kind of complaint.

He was complaining that he could not kill people to eliminate evil.

"When I was in the village, I would challenge anyone who had a brave man. At that time, I did something wrong. But if there were people who were rampant in the village, I would also kill him with a sword. The gentleman said that he wanted to do righteousness, so why couldn't he kill those people?"

Luo Huali has been holding a sense of anger in his heart these days. It is far away from Shangqiu and is a place where there are no people to care about it. The customs are strange.

The villagers and the big clans control the sacrifices to Zhurong. Every year, people ask people to offer money and property, saying it is a sacrifice, but in fact, the villagers and the big clans will separate them privately.

I get a lot of money every year, and those people in the country believe it firmly, and have long formed a habit.

Luo Huali traveled around the world and saw a lot of worldly worlds, so he didn't know the various things.

Although the name of Zhurong is different, it is the same as the sacrifice of Hebo in the western Qin Dynasty of Jin.

There are Hebo in the Yellow River, and there are many sacrifices to Hebo in the Jin area, which is the same way to make money like here.

The customs originally only in Jin were slowly spread along the Yellow River to the upstream and downstream. During the reign of Qin Linggong, the first large-scale Hebo marriage activity in Qin State was organized.

Qin Linggong almost sank his daughter as a Hebofu to the bottom of the river. Since then, the custom that was originally just Jin has begun to take root in Qin.

Most folk sacrifices are dominated by witches, local tribes, and local tribes.

Marrying a wife is fake, and making money is real.

Since Luo Huali has seen the world, he doesn’t know what is hidden here. He is a little dissatisfied with Mozhe’s identity for the first time... If he had not been Mozhe, he would have taken the three-foot sword to kill these people who took the opportunity to make money and flee to the world. Why would he not be allowed to take action now?
Chapter completed!