The villain helps me build infrastructure

Lin Lu originally thought that he would follow Xu Huang for a day, but he didn't expect that people from the City Lord's Mansion would come to him after lunch.

This is a very young monk named Wan Jie, who looks quite stable, followed by a group of people, including monks and mortals, but Lin Lu was taken aback, thinking that he had committed something in Qingzhou City.

After explaining their reason for coming, Wan Jie said: "The city lord has designated two lands for the construction of a mud factory and a brick factory. Please come with me, Mr. Lin."

It was the first time that Lin Lu was called Mr., and he blushed and said, "Don't take it seriously, you, just call me by my name."

However, Wan Jie shook his head and said, "The city lord said that those who can achieve it first, Mr. Lin, since you can make mud and bricks, of course you can be called a gentleman."

Perhaps only the people in the City Lord's Mansion know how much the City Lord cares about these two things.

Today he looked at the city lord with a tired face, but he still listened to Meng Duo's report, and even took out a map to enclose two plots of land for production. As for the tools and raw materials needed, he also directly approved them. Give him, let these people help to make tools and find materials.

Although Wan Jie was not as good at understanding the city lord's mind as Qin Yue was, he still had this wink.

Since the city lord wants these two things, he will try his best to let this Mr. Lin make them. What is it worth calling Mr. Lin?

It was the first time Lin Lu was called that by someone. This person was still a monk. He was at a loss and excited for a while, even his ears were red, and he whispered: "Then please lead the way."

After he told Xu Huang, he followed Wan Jie out of the inner city.

After walking for about half an hour, they finally reached the place where the factory was built.

This place is very remote, in the lower reaches of the Qingzhou River, almost no one comes, the wind blows loudly, and blows past them to the outside of the city.

Lin Lu asked cautiously, "Lord Wan, is this here?"

Wan Jie said, "It's here."

He pointed to the front and said: "The city owner said that the two factories are not large in scale, so they don't use much land. One is in front and the other is behind. They are separated by hundreds of meters, which are the two lands in front of us."

Lin Lu used to make mud and burn the heads with others in the closest residential area in the city, so he was still a little confused for a while.

He just looked all the way, Qingzhou City is not small, why did he choose such a remote place?

But he was always cautious, and he didn't dare to ask, so he just nodded and said hello.

However, Wan Jie explained: "The city owner said that whether it is producing mud or bricks, it will pollute the air and water flow, so it was chosen in the lower reaches of the river and the downwind outlet, so that it will not affect the residential area."

Lin Lu was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that there was such a thing in the middle.

But what does pollution mean?Aren't the two things he made good?

Wan Jie had the same doubts as Lin Lu an hour ago, so he became more patient when he saw the situation: "The so-called pollution means that in the process of producing mud and bricks, water and air will be harmed. If people drink the pollution If you breathe the polluted water and the polluted air, you will get sick easily, so factories must be built away from people.”

After he explained this, Lin Lu naturally understood, but after he understood, his face turned pale.

He didn't know what he thought of, and he didn't care about his fear of monks, so he immediately asked: "I've been doing these two things every day, will I also get sick?"

Wan Jie said: "The city owner said that the pollutants produced by the production of these two things are especially bad for the lungs, and they will definitely get sick, so when the factory is built, everyone will have to cover their mouths and noses with special cloths. You have to drink the lung-nourishing soup prescribed by the medical clinic, otherwise you are not allowed to come to work in the factory casually."

Hearing this, Lin Lu's face was not only pale, but even his expression began to be in a trance.

Wan Jie was taken aback. He didn't know where he had provoked this Mr. Lin, so he hurriedly asked, "Mr. Lin, are you alright?"

Lin Lu murmured: "I remember that my parents have bad lungs and cough every day. I thought it was because they couldn't eat well and sleep well. So it has something to do with making mud bricks?"

His parents were mortals in the middle of Xianlu, who were sold to Yangcheng more than 20 years ago, and then they lived on these two crafts, and died a few years after giving birth to him.

It is also because of his parents that many people in Yangcheng learned how to make mud and bricks.

Since then, almost all the houses in Yangcheng have been rebuilt. Some monks have even enlarged the yards of ordinary size several times. Naturally, there will be a lot of mud bricks needed. The continuous production of mud and bricks has not stopped.

It's just that people who make a living by these two crafts are not in good health. They not only cough, but also become thin. Many people die before they are thirty.

However, ordinary people in Yangcheng have a difficult life, so no one cares about them. Lin Lu only thought it was because of being too tired. Who knew it was because of pollution?

Wan Jie sighed and said, "Since the city lord said so, he must be right, but don't worry, in Qingzhou City, the city lord will naturally not let everyone die because of going to work."

In order to appease Lin Lu, he also said: "I heard from the city lord that every factory has to build a waste burial pit, and the monks burn the waste with spiritual fire every day, and it will not be discharged into the river, so even if the downstream People in the city drink the water from this river and have no problem."

Spiritual fire is the flame cultivated by fire root monks.

Not only is the temperature higher than Fanhuo, but even its nature has changed.

A high-level spiritual fire can burn anything, but a little waste can be burned away in an instant, and no harmful gas will be left behind.

Therefore, it is not difficult for the monks in Xianlu to solve the pollution problem, it just depends on whether they are willing or not.

After hearing this, Lin Lu cheered up again. Yes, his parents are dead, so it’s useless to think about it. Now the Lord of Qingzhou City is willing to let him go to work with his nose and mouth covered, and he is also willing to drink lung-protecting soup for him , he will definitely not repeat the mistakes of his parents.

Seeing that he had regained his energy, Wan Jie also began to discuss with him the next construction period.

Other mortals who came to help also took the opportunity to chat.

"What are the mud and bricks? The city lord paid so much attention to it, and even the plan to repair the house was delayed."

"I asked Director Meng secretly that day. I heard that it is a good thing. The house built is stable, strong and warm. It is not like the yellow mud wall now. If there is any disturbance, you have to worry about whether the house will collapse."

"Then we have to quickly make that tool and find the raw materials. The snow is getting heavier as it goes to the back. We can't waste time."

Ordinary people naturally thought about building houses, but the monks thought about a piece of news they had just heard today - if the mud and bricks could really be made, the city lord planned to build a watchtower on the city wall.

Standing on the tower, you can see the scene hundreds of meters or even thousands of meters away. At that time, whether it is the enemy attacking or your own people asking for help, you can see clearly.

Even if these two situations do not happen, it is a happy thing to be able to climb high and look far, so the monks are so active.

After Lin Lu and Wan Jie discussed it, they began to arrange tasks for everyone.

Some went outside the city to find the stones and other materials they needed, and some started to make the tools they needed.

They are very busy here, and Housekeeper Xie on the other side is also busy preparing to go to Yangcheng to ask for things.

Su Qiuyan was not in a good condition today, but after getting up for half an hour, he went back to bed and lay down again.

Mozun wanted to go in to warm the bed, but the city lord was the most hard-hearted, no matter how coquettish he was, he wouldn't let him in, and even arranged a mission for him to go to Yangcheng with Xie Ang.

However, worried about their safety, the city lord handed them the silver long sword before closing the door.

"This sword has the power of my strike. Just take out the sheath to intimidate everyone. Once the people of Yangcheng are against you, don't hesitate to kill them directly."

However, the city lord of Yangcheng was seriously injured, so he definitely didn't dare to do anything wrong.

Xie Ang held the sword in his hand, and walked out of the city lord's mansion with Mozun: "I'll find some young monks and take them to Yangcheng to see the world."

Mozun nodded, he just wanted to go and come back quickly, it didn't matter who he went with.

Xie Ang's movements were also nimble, and within a quarter of an hour, more than a dozen monks came over.

Everyone knew what happened yesterday, and when they heard that they were going to Yangcheng, everyone was very excited.

"Everyone has to obey my command, go and come back quickly, and try to come back before it gets dark today."

They are all monks, and they travel quickly. It is estimated that they can reach Yangcheng in half an hour, and then come back with some things, and it won't take too long.

The movement of them leaving was actually not big, but they couldn't bear the fact that there were too many sailors in the City Lord's Mansion. After a while, everyone knew that Steward Xie had gone to seek justice for the monks on behalf of the City Lord.

As one of the monks who were injured yesterday, Zhuang Cheng was originally ordered to recuperate in bed, but at this moment he almost jumped up excitedly when he heard the words.

"The monks in Yangcheng are too arrogant and overbearing! Fortunately, we have the support of the city lord, but unfortunately I can't go out, otherwise I would like to go to Yangcheng with Steward Xie."

His father rolled his eyes at him and said: "There will be opportunities in the future, you should heal your injuries first, and practice hard when you recover from your injuries. The boy in the City Lord's Mansion has only practiced for a long time, and you are no longer his opponent. You still want to compete with him. I It's hard to see!"

Zhuang Cheng's heart was poked, and he said sullenly: "The city lord doesn't only like people with high cultivation."

When he was in the hunting team, the city lord liked him very much and often pointed him out. Even if his cultivation was not as good as Qin Yue's, he would not necessarily lose to Qin Yue in other aspects.

Zhuang Chengpai snorted again: "Did you say you gave the wolf fang to the city lord? I think you are itchy. Take a rest and stop thinking about it."

When mentioning Spike, Zhuang Cheng didn't dare to speak anymore.

He has been quite brave in hunting recently, but every time he catches a snow wolf, someone will always jump out to make up for the most important knife. As a result, he has not gotten any wolf teeth so far, so naturally he has no wolf teeth to give away. Santo.

It's all because he was too high-profile at the time, so the hunting team is now staring at him, for fear that he will seize the opportunity and use the wolf's fangs to please the city lord.

This group of people really can't see the good of others, and their conduct is really worrying!

On the other hand, no one knew the news that the Lord of Yangcheng was injured, and he would not let others know.

It's just that the city lord's mansion dismissed Steward Wang's deputy butler that night, and replaced him with another monk surnamed Sha.

Cultivator Sha received an important task from the city lord on his first day on the job—receive guests from Qingzhou City well, and as long as their demands are not excessive, they can be satisfied.

Even the city lord gave him a bottle and asked him to hand it over to someone from Qingzhou City.

After carefully pondering the words of the city lord, he simply waited at the gate of the city today.

Sure enough, Huangtian paid off, and soon he saw more than a dozen strange figures.

There were two people walking in the front, an old man and a young man. Although the old man had creases on his face, he looked very kind and smiled like Maitreya Buddha. The young man was tall, with indifferent eyebrows and eyes, just standing there It all makes people feel good.

Steward Sha slapped his head, and the guests from Qingzhou City must be this group of people.

He asked someone to open the door on the right, and went straight out.

Butler Xie also saw him. When the butler saw the butler, he immediately recognized each other's identities.

After the two exchanged pleasantries, the new housekeeper invited Xie Ang into the city.

Xie Ang was not polite either, and led everyone inside.

On the contrary, the monks in charge of defending the city in Yangcheng were full of doubts. They couldn't figure out why the housekeeper of the city lord's mansion came outside to pick them up.

Moreover, these people don't dress as well as they do, and they don't look like monks from the Xianlu Sect.

The bumpkin monks headed by Zheng Ming went out for the first time, and they were very curious about everything. Whether it was the brick floor or the neatly built houses on both sides, they felt fresh.

Anyway, at first glance, Yangcheng is indeed much more prosperous than Qingzhou.

Among other things, there are not many people on the streets of Qingzhou City. Everyone is either in the mining area or hunting. Even in winter, there are endless things to do.

But it's different here in Yangcheng. Although there aren't many people on the street, there are quite a few, and there are still a few who are selling things.

This one was quite new, Zheng Ming couldn't help but leaned over, and saw that the things in front of the man were all monsters, with teeth, fur, and bones, at least ten kinds.

That person was also a monk, seeing Zheng Ming coming over, he said directly: "Buy? Lingshi trade."

Zheng Ming didn't have a spirit stone on him, so he shook his head and quickly followed the team ahead.

Others are also looking around, Yangcheng is obviously prosperous, but the strange thing is, they came all the way, and no mortals saw it, it's really strange.

Steward Sha originally wanted to invite Xie Ang and others to dinner. The best way to entertain guests these days is to give them food. Food is precious, so inviting them to dinner can be regarded as the highest courtesy.

It's a pity that Xie Ang doesn't intend to waste time in Yangcheng: "We are here this time mainly to get what the Lord of Guicheng promised us."

Butler Sha was also unambiguous, and immediately gave the bottle to Xie Ang.

Xie Ang nodded and thanked Steward Sha.

Seeing that Xie Ang already wanted to leave, Steward Sha was afraid that the poor greeting would upset the city lord, so he hurriedly asked Xie Ang what else he wanted to do.

Xie Ang glanced at the sky: "The group of young people behind me haven't been to Yangcheng yet, I want to take them for a walk in Yangcheng, do you think it's okay?"

Steward Sha said: "Of course it's no problem."

Isn't it just a walk?What's so difficult about that.

So a group of people circled around Yangcheng.

"Your house is really well-built." Zheng Ming found that the house in Yangcheng was really well-built, even more magnificent than the courtyard they lived in.

At least from the appearance point of view, not only is it not shabby, but neat and pleasing to the eye.

He also saw three-story, four-story, and even five-story houses, and many clothes and quilts were dried on the roof.

Steward Sha was really curious to see him, and took them into a room in a very hospitable manner.

This house is not as common as they are, with one light and two dark, one leading to the end, but every room has a door, and even every room has a window, and the walls and roof are neatly repaired, as if measured with a ruler .

But these are nothing, the key is that in such a winter, the house does not leak air, and the cold wind is completely blocked outside the house as soon as you enter the door.

Zheng Ming couldn't help but say, "I don't know how such a nice house was built."

In such a comparison, the houses in Qingzhou City are compared to scum.

Butler Sha smiled and said nothing.

Xie Ang knew the reason.

No wonder the city lord wanted that mud and bricks so much.

If Qingzhou City can build such a house, I am afraid that the monks will rush to live in it.

Xie Ang glanced at the envious group of young monks behind him.

When they go back, I'm afraid they will be able to persuade the old stubborn people at home to fully devote themselves to the cause of the construction team.