The banquet hall where the lord of the castle died, was also the council hall.
At this point, it has been cleaned up.
Zhusheng, the village elders, and several young people in the village listened to Fan Shen's analysis of the current situation in the hall.
After making sure that the villagers had nowhere else to go, Fan Shen said: "In my opinion, this is the safest place at this time. ” He said: "Based on what everyone said, I guess that this person's so-called general is just a general.
Under his jurisdiction, hundreds of people are already about the same. ” He looked at Zhusheng and said, "According to the number of people you killed in the village, this person must have sent a small number of henchmen to escort the property, and the rest have been wiped out by you."
Even if he is a member of the Fang family, he robs money and kills people, and he has to cover it up.
There will be no fanfare.
If he doesn't go back, his henchmen will definitely not dare to speak out, but will find a way to cover it up for him.
When they realized that he had gone to Yellow Springs, the first one would have to exonerate himself.
Rather than making a big fuss, it's better to suppress it. ” "The villagers were originally from this place, and we have taken this dock fort to be good citizens here.
Even if the other party finds out the clue, he does not dare to retaliate openly. ” In fact, the so-called "being a good citizen here" is just a euphemism.
These forts were besieged and could hold on for a long time, as if they had their own village soldiers and iron weapons, and the whole fort was surrounded by high walls, and there were warehouses in the fort to store enough food.
If the surnamed Fang hadn't knocked on the door of the fort as a guest, if he had led his more than 100 people to attack directly, he might not have been able to defeat it.
It's really just a small dock fort.
During their journey, they have seen bigger and more spectacular.
Those dock forts are owned by the great and powerful, and the private soldiers in the meantime can already compete with the national army.
It is difficult to leave the homeland, especially for the peasants who depend on the land for their food.
If they could, no one would want to be far from home.
The villagers first came here to seek refuge, but the owner of the high castle mistakenly believed that it was not human, and the fort was ruined.
The rest of this empty dock fort, looking up, there are high walls, close the door, put away the suspension bridge, it is a free world.
The village elder and a few young men exchanged heads, and it didn't take long for a decision to be made.
There are many women and children, and if they move again, they will not know where to go, and the other is that the risks on the road are not small, and they may not be able to reach their destination alive.
Their lives were saved by Takesheng, and after confirming that Takesheng had decided to stay here, they made up their minds to cling to her.
In this chaotic world, it is always reassuring to be able to follow a person with a strong military value.
So Zhusheng became the new owner of this empty castle.
"To defend yourself here, you first need food, population, and weapons."
Zhusheng said to Fan Shen.
The summer grain was harvested.
The man surnamed Fang robbed the storehouse of the dock fort, and all the goods and grain were carried away.
But he took the lion's head, and the bits and pieces of the civilians' homes in the fort were not scavenged.
The villagers allocated empty houses, and one after another, a lot of food was found from these houses, and it was no problem to get through at least temporarily.
The village elder also told Fan Shen that in fact, each family in their village also hid some food, and they didn't bring much of it when they came to reduce their burden.
Fan Shen saw that there was no shortage of food in front of him for the time being, so he didn't let them go back to get food for the time being, and said, "Take a look again, and go again when you are sure that there is nothing to do."
The grain is hidden there and will not run. ” Everyone settled down here, as if they were the new owners of the fort.
The surviving steward of the Gao family was also sad and happy.
After hesitating and observing for a while, he found Fan Shen.
"There's food in the fort."
He said, "I would like to dedicate it to the gentleman and the girl." ” The Dock Fort was already occupied, and he didn't want to leave it, so it was better for him to give it early than to be discovered in the future.
The Gao family is not a surname, but they have been fortified here for more than ten years, and they have some family background.
The surname Fang searched the storehouse on the surface that day, and he also knew that there must be a secret vault hidden in the fort, but he didn't have time to find it for a while.
It was probably because of this that he did not set fire to the fort, thinking that he would wait for him to come back and loot it later.
In the end, it was cheaper to take them.
There is enough food for the entire fort to eat for three years, and it is still calculated according to the full capacity of the fort.
After getting this batch of grain, within a year or two, there will be no worries.
In addition to food, there is also a batch of "weapons". said that it was a weapon, and it also made Takeyu speechless.
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In her concept, at least something made of metal needs to be called a weapon.
This batch is just a long wooden pole.
But Fan Shen was already very happy.
These long wooden poles, directly used, are clubs.
Equipped with a metal head, you can make guns, knives, and knives.
It's a pity that there is no iron, iron is a valuable strategic material after all, and such a small dock fort and small surname have not yet been able to hide iron.
Zhusheng led dozens of villagers, closed the fort gate, and guarded here.
She didn't even ask about the trivial matters of these people eating, drinking, and Lazar, and threw them all to Fan Shen, and only selected the young and strong men and healthy women among the villagers to train, so that they could have a little self-preservation.
In such rural places, all daughters-in-law were willing to marry sturdy women with thick waists and round shoulders, who could work and give birth to babies.
Women often have to work in the fields, just like men, with their trouser legs and sleeves rolled up.
Some sturdy women, strength is not even lost to men.
It's just that there are too few people, and if you take out the women together, there are only about 20 people who can afford to hold a long stick and practice.
With so few people, there is nothing they can do but protect themselves.
But Fan Shen was not in a hurry, and seemed to be confident.
What he had in mind, Zhusheng didn't care much.
He presided over the affairs of the fort, and everything was in order.
If the villagers have something, they all know to go to Mr.
Fan to solve it, and they don't bother her.
Zhusheng only worries about the practice of the young people.
The things she taught them were simple, they just had to be diligent, one was strength, the other was skillful.
She handed over the twenty or so people to Ah Cheng and Qidao, and let them stare at everyone to practice.
In comparison, she spent more time with these two people, especially Qidao.
After that day, Fan Shen once asked Qidao: "Would you like to be my disciple?"
Seven Blades refused without thinking about it.
"I want to take a knife, I don't want to take a book," he said. ” Fan Shen came to lobby Zhusheng.
The people around her are stronger, and she can worry less about it.
What's more, their strength is the strength of ordinary normal people, and her own strength caused by these special experiences is not the same level after all.
Even if he has anything in the future, she can also sanction it with her own hands.
Thinking about this, Zhusheng finally asked Qidao: "Do you want to learn martial arts from me?"
The "learning martial arts" mentioned here is different from what she taught Ah Cheng before.
What is taught to Ah Cheng is a very practical blade killing, and you can directly lift a knife to kill people by learning a few tricks.
But no matter how much you practice, this kind of killing is just a matter of killing people more proficiently, and there will be no great success in martial arts.
This is also because Ah Cheng is already old, and his body bones have been finalized, and Zhusheng can't help it.
But Seven Knife is only ten years old now.
And he has a foundation, and the ligaments of his body have long been opened, like a rough blank that has undergone rough polishing, and then he only needs to be carefully carved.
Hearing Zhusheng's words, Qidao's eyes lit up like stars.
This light shows his strong desire and willingness.
If it weren't for the anger caused by his own experience, Zhusheng would actually like such a child very much.
But what makes a person who he is is shaped by his past experiences.
No matter how calm and indifferent Zhusheng looked, those injuries, those pains, and those unbearable humiliations were always hidden in the depths of his heart and never disappeared.
She can train Seven Knives.
But between her and Qidao, there will not be a father-son master-apprentice relationship like Fan Shen and Ah Cheng.
However, to Seven Blades, this is nothing.
He was only ten years old, and he had already seen greater malice, and Zhusheng was only cold to him, but he never treated him badly.
He was content.
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Truly systematic martial arts training has very strict requirements for basic skills.
Fortunately, Qidao is young, Fan Shen doesn't need him, and he doesn't have to worry about trivial matters in the castle, except for helping Zhusheng watch everyone train, his time is spent on practice.
He knows how to survive and knows how to face different people with different faces.
To Fan Shen, he has a respectful attitude.
To Ling Niang, he stayed away.
To Ah Cheng, he can often make Ah Cheng chase him with a few words, and he can also be called a "partner".
As for Zhusheng, he became unusually quiet and obedient, sticking to her like a shadow, and taking orders for everything he said to her.
Ignoring the desire to be close to her in Seven Blade's eyes, Takebu quickly adjusts to his presence and quiet obedience.
There are Mr.
Fan Da in trivial matters, Qidao and Ah Cheng, and they are all so diligent that they don't need her to worry about it.
Zhusheng's mind was more focused on cultivation.
The aura between heaven and earth disappeared after entering her body, and she could no longer feel it.
According to the cultivation method of human cultivation, the number of spiritual aperture and the width of the meridians determine how much spiritual energy a monk can absorb and hold.
Those that can't be contained will be dispersed from the body with the operation of the week.
But Zhusheng could clearly feel the aura entering his body, but he didn't feel the process of dissipation.
However, it was pitch black in the ancestral aperture, proving that there was indeed no spiritual power to stop.
She did an experiment, took a low-grade spirit stone, and absorbed the spiritual energy in the spirit stone when she cultivated.
Compared with the thin spiritual energy in the air, the spiritual power in the spirit stone is as rich as the difference between thin rice soup and bird's nest.
When entering the body, the sensation was more intense and clear, but it was true that I did not perceive these spiritual powers emanating from the body.
Takesheng believes that these spiritual powers must be hidden somewhere in her body.
She just didn't notice it for a moment, and she couldn't call it.
Perhaps, this is caused by the difference between the demon clan exercises and the human race exercises After all, she cultivates the demon path with her human body, and she has no experience of her predecessors to learn from, so she can only guess like this.
She put the spirit stone away.
Her efficiency in absorbing spiritual power is not high now, and although the spiritual energy in the air is much thinner, it is enough for her to cultivate.
These spirit stones won't be needed for a while.
Here, I'm afraid she won't have anywhere to get the spirit stone.
Although she has a lot of spirit stones in her hands, they are non-renewable resources and must be cherished carefully.
As Fan Shen speculated, the slaughter of the fort surnamed Fang, the robbery of wealth, and the killing of good people and their merits are indeed unseemly deeds.
He died silently outside, his body burned to ashes, and his people did not dare to tell the truth.
This is the border after all, and it's too normal for people to die.
No one came to Gaojiabao to seek revenge, and everyone in the fort gradually settled down.
Compared to an unprotected village, a dock fort with high walls is undoubtedly more reassuring.
But a few dozen people are not enough to support a dock fort.
In winter, under the instruction of Mr.
Fan Da, some villagers quietly left the dock fort and came back quietly.
The news slowly spread from village to village on the border.
Gradually, people began to come with their families and mouths.
"The population is over 100."
Fan Shen said to Zhusheng.
"Do you have enough people to farm the land?"
asked Takesheng.
Fan Shen took Ah Cheng and Ling Niang to find out Gaojiabao's account books and books.
He turned it over and knew the ripe fields that Gaojiabao could cultivate.
"Not enough.
More is needed.
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He said, "I've seen that the original owner of this place has been letting people reclaim the land and expand the fields, intending to expand." ” As the world grows more chaotic, more people, more food, means more security.
The lord of Gaobao is quite a person who is quite planned and good at management, but unfortunately he didn't expect the evil of people's hearts.
He has been offering money and food to these people, but he doesn't want someone to think that it is not enough, and wants to take it all at once.
"Let everyone let us out of the situation here, everyone has three or five relatives, one family after another, and those who don't believe it are not moved."
Chikubu Road.
After Fan Shen studied Gaojiabao's account books and field books, he became suspicious and called the senior executives to ask about it, and it was as he thought.
There is only one possibility for a small dock fort to be able to hide that much grain, and that is tax evasion.
Many peasants have been suffering from exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes, scraped off their flesh and blood layer by layer, and have worked hard for a year to cultivate the land, and it is very likely that they will not have enough to eat after a bumper harvest.
In order to escape this situation, some peasants became dependent on large households, changing from freemen to "slaves", and after becoming slaves, they became the private property of large households, and although they still had to pay grain to large households, they did not have to pay taxes, and they left more grain behind.
The slaves are better fed than their own people.
And Gaojiabao's tax evasion is another way.
The entire Gaojiabao is not in the official register at all.
"As early as when the old lady was in time, he bought off the people and removed our dock fort from the register."
Executives said.
In other words, Gaojiabao has been a "hidden household" for many years.
What they pay daily is that these border army generals fight the autumn wind and offer some money and food to deal with the past.
Fan Shen's suggestion to Zhusheng was to release the news that Gaojiabao would accept slavery.
Even if these big families accept slavery, they still have some control, and they don't dare to eat too much, for fear of becoming too fat sheep and being slaughtered before others.
If the news is released to accept slavery, there will always be people who are willing to vote.
Takebu does not accept it.
"Don't let free men be slaves."
She said, "Just recruit tenants." ” Once you are a slave, not to mention personal freedom and property, your life is the master's home.
By signing such a contract, the master has a moral requirement of "loyalty" to the slave.
If a slave is killed by his master for betraying his master's disloyalty, such a thing can gain the moral support of the whole society.
From Fan Shen's point of view, "slave" is naturally a closer and more loyal existence.
In his opinion, everything today is just the beginning, and at this stage, having more "slaves" is obviously a better means.
But Zhusheng's decision is not unacceptable, more importantly, Zhusheng made his own decision.
The difference between the master and the servant, the king and the minister is that Fan Shen is the one who makes suggestions, and Zhusheng is the one who decides.
Fan Shen thought that Zhusheng was still young, and he had to guide and cultivate him slowly at this point.
After all, he and she have known each other for more than a year, and Takesheng always avoids making decisions and taking responsibility.
Unexpectedly, once she decided her mind, she didn't need his guidance at all.
She could find her place, and she had no intention of putting herself in a position other than this one.
Fan Shen didn't know whether to be happy or worried.
Ling Niang's birthday is in the beginning of winter, and the month is big.
According to Yang Wu's birthday, Zhu Niang is half a year older than her.
Ling Niang is fifteen years old this year.
Fan Shen found a few neat women and held a ceremony for Ling Niang.
The steps and etiquette required of those women were patiently taught by him himself.
In the countryside, they would also give their daughters a ceremony, but it was much simpler, and how many women had ever seen such a cumbersome and serious etiquette.
However, in such tediousness and seriousness, it can make people feel the grandeur and oppression of the ceremony, so that people dare not perfunctory, so they have to cheer up and force those awkward words.
"This is an ancient rite."
Fan Shen said, "Nowadays, many people pay attention to luxury in their family rituals and crown ceremonies, but they forget the fundamentals. ” Ling Niang's ceremony was not luxurious, and the participants were only her father, senior brother, Zhusheng and a few women.
Even "unrelated" foreign men like Seven Knife did not participate.
The women were clothed in cloth and rough with their hands and feet.
However, the whole quiet and solemn process made the bamboo students who watched the ceremony feel very different.
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Husband, the scriptures of heaven, the righteousness of the earth, and the deeds of the people.
Etiquette is a constraint, a guideline, and a criterion.
It's the opposite of the "collapse" that I've felt all the time since I came to this mortal world.
There were very beautiful things in this world, why did they collapse so far?
On the night of Ling Niang's ceremony, Zhusheng had a dream again.
She dreamed of the fire again.
In the blood-like firelight, she didn't feel the burning pain.
On the contrary, she felt as if she had been immersed in warm water, and every cell in her body was indescribably comfortable.
She woke up and forgot about the dream.
She cultivated in the morning light, and as she breathed in, she could feel the aura in the air approaching her, sticking to her skin, seeping in.
The process of this infiltration is wonderful.
She couldn't help but remember that she had said to Chong Xin in the past that cultivation was so boring, and she had no appetite, and she didn't know how these monks came over.
At that time, Chong Xin smiled silently.
Now she understands.
He didn't explain it because he couldn't experience it without experiencing it himself.
Cultivating this matter is not boring at all.
Throughout the process, the wonderful feeling of aura entering the body is comforting.
Takesheng often opens his eyes, and an hour or two has passed.
Ling Niang sometimes speaks and asks her if she is not tired and boring after meditating for so long.
Zhusheng couldn't explain it to her, so he could only smile and say nothing like Chong Xin did at the beginning.
She thinks now that she is really not boring or tired, and even in the process, she can't feel the flow of time.
She now somewhat understands why those Qi refining and foundation building disciples in the Changtian Sect are still like teenagers when they are dozens of years old.
It turned out that their time, in cultivation, was like this as if it was fast forwarding.
The situation in Gaojiabao spread secretly, and I heard that they were not slaves, and some families who were still hesitant also brought their families to vote.
The population of Gaojiapu has grown steadily.
Zhusheng spends most of his time practicing and cultivating, and he lives in a simple place.
Those trivial matters that need to be operated and managed are all in charge of Fan Shen.
The more people there are, the more things will happen.
Among the newcomers, it is inevitable that there will be one or two people who have a prickly head or a bad heart.
Killing chickens uses a knife, and for such people, Fan Shen doesn't need to tell Zhusheng, he directly releases seven knives.
Qidao followed Zhusheng to practice martial arts, and Zhusheng was meticulous and very strict with him.
He has a solid foundation.
Although Ah Cheng was much taller than him, he was soon no match for him.
Ah Cheng was very envious, but he practiced martial arts halfway, and his own conditions were limited, so he could only be envious.
And he is a disciple of Fan Shen, not only to learn from Fan Shen, but also to be called by him to assist him in managing various things in Wubao. is often so busy that he hits the back of his head, and he doesn't have so much time to envy Qidao.
The people in the dock fort are afraid of the Seven Knives.
Qidao is the same as Zhusheng, except for the training of village soldiers, he never cares about other trivial matters.
He is like a male version of Zhusheng, who practices every day in addition to practice.
He exercised a lot and ate more, which was the age when half the eldest child ate the poor old man.
Fortunately, here he can eat well.
Zhu Sheng also put some enhanced protein powder in everyone's meals from time to time, health detoxification powder and the like, and Qidao saw that he was scurrying, and his body board was also bulging, and he was not so lean and lean.
From a half-grown child, he began to look like a teenager.
By Zhusheng's side, he doesn't need to flatter, and he doesn't need to call his father when he meets someone.
All he had to do was keep making himself stronger.
His means of survival are put away, and what is gradually revealed is the truth.
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In the face of Zhusheng, he bowed his head to his ears, silently and even unconditionally obedient.
In the face of Fan Shen and a few people, he also knows how to be restrained.
But in the face of the people next to him, he understands the truth of the law of the jungle better than anyone else.
He is no longer weakling.
He grew up in a den of bandits, and he was used to seeing bloodshed in life and death, and he had already killed people.
The blood and killing intent on his body have never been restrained in front of others.
Those people were afraid of him, even more than Zhusheng and Fan Shen.
They all know that Miss Zhusheng is merciful and saves people, and Mr.
Fan Da does his best.
But "Don't mess with that guy called Seven Blades."
People said, "He's going to kill." ” In the spring, Fan Shen organized everyone to sow seeds.
In the summer, Ling Niang remembered and asked Zhusheng: "On which day of your birthday should I also give you a ceremony." ” In a blink of an eye, has it been so long?
I'll give you a flute when I get back.
Those words drifted in the wind.
Remember those kisses, the warm hands that were held.
The ivory comb gently combed her long hair, fingertips running over her earlobes.
At night, sleep peacefully in that embrace.
Sometimes she can feel his restlessness, and she will pretend not to know, but the corners of her mouth are slightly upturned.
Wait, wait for her to grow up.
Now that she has really grown up, why do those things look back like a previous life On the other side of the boundary gate, on the real Nine Universe Continent, the Water Moon Secret Realm opened again.
Many monks who had been training in the secret realm for more than two years came out one after another.
Some people are full of spring breeze, and some people are in rags.
Some people will never even be in this world again, leaving their lives there forever.
Not to mention the dangers that naturally exist in the secret realm, that is, between people, even if the four major sects are not pressed by the friendly agreement of not harming each other on paper, they cannot stop the greed and sinister of people's hearts.
Killing people and snatching treasures and snatching opportunities is the norm in this cultivation realm.
The cultivators came out and left.
Most of the people waiting outside the secret are deacons from major sects.
Kong Zen and Yunshuimen both came out one after another, and did not leave immediately.
The Shengyang Sect also came out, and it also handed over to the person who greeted him.
These are all things for the team leader, and the disciples who have come to practice can't help but relax when they get out of the secret realm, talking and laughing, while looking at the light gate in the air from time to time.
Suddenly, someone broke out again, and when they saw the familiar disciple's uniform, the deacon who came to greet Changtian Sect finally relieved his heart.
One by one, the disciples came out.
The last young man to come out, dressed in a green shirt like water, was polished and leadened, and his divine light was restrained.
Everyone's eyes were drawn to him.
"It's Chong Xin Daojun." gd1806102: