Heavenly Dao Formula

"I... can't understand..." Chu Pu couldn't help shaking his head.

Gong Shufeng wasn't explaining either, but she seemed to read a sense of reason from the other party's gaze.

——It’s a matter of course that I can’t understand myself.

"You think it's ridiculous because you've never looked outside."

Xia Fan's words suddenly startled her - before Chu Pu thought it was just a taunt from the winner, but now that she thought about it, she only felt goose bumps on her back.

What if what the other party said is true?

Not taunting, not showing off, but simply pointing out a fact.

Yu Hengshi involuntarily averted his eyes and looked out of the car window. As the saying goes, enemies know each other best, but she found that she didn't know Qi Guo well. She only knew that after Ning Wanjun raised the anti-flag in Jinxia City, he quickly expanded his influence to the whole country, and took the initiative to launch an attack on the Seven Stars; , also innovated many new alchemy techniques; and the Mohists provided a large number of magic weapons and mechanical weapons for the rebels, which made the Seven Star Army repeatedly defeated. Other than that...she didn't know anything about Qi Guo.

For example, the snow scene in front of you.

Since the battle, Xu Guo has already entered a state of saving food and clothing, putting all available resources into the war machine. But in Qiguo Shangyuan City, it seems that this is just an ordinary winter. The pedestrians on the street are dressed thickly and full, with rosy faces. Many shops on the street are still open, and all kinds of colorful goods are full of goods, adding a bright color to the white world.

The fog from the chimneys at the top has never stopped, and the green smoke from hundreds of chimneys has formed a hazy cloud of fog above the city, which means that the people of Shangyuan still have enough charcoal fires to keep warm, and the cold winter is very difficult for them. It's not a deadly threat.

Yongdingcheng has also had such a scene before.

But that is only during the good years.

One year after the war, the several cities she visited had all changed in the same way, both the street scene and the atmosphere revealed a sense of bleakness. Comparing the two, Shangyuan City seemed extremely strange.

Envoy Yuheng even doubted whether the local people knew that his king was leading an army to besiege the only remaining territory of the Privy Council, forcing Qixing to be out of breath.

The car drove for about two quarters of an hour, and the scene outside the window changed again and again, sometimes it was a row of buildings, sometimes it was a bungalow, but no matter what it was, the scale was not small. Chu Pu calculated in his mind, they walked almost ten miles without saying anything, and should have left Shangyuan City long ago, but the house was still stretching at the end of the field of vision, as if there was no boundary.

If you walk on two feet, I'm afraid it will take a long time to walk...

Is that why Xia Fan arranged for such a locomotive?

Chu Pu's heart suddenly moved. It is impossible for ordinary civilians to afford horses. If they want to travel far, they usually go with a caravan. But the schedule and arrangement of the caravan is completely uncertain, so their area of ​​activity is also extremely limited. For an exaggerated area like Shangyuan City, if there is no more convenient means of transportation, people from the east of the city will not even frequent the west of the city, which also means that the shops in the west will lose half of their livelihood.

Of course, there are also work, making friends, and entertainment... These activities will become more frequent because of locomotives.

She seemed to have captured a hint of Xia Fan's thoughts... It's just that the answer was not clear enough for her to describe it.

Apart from being convenient for the local residents, she faintly felt that there was some kind of deeper meaning in it.

About two quarters of an hour later, Gong Shufeng finally stood up and said, "We are here, please follow me."

Only then did Chu Pu realize that Shangyuan City does not have city walls in every direction—the location they are now is clearly in the suburbs. Except for the roads that are still flat, the houses have disappeared and replaced by pieces of buildings. Snow-covered farmland.

After getting off the locomotive, she was surprised to find that there were still people busy in the farmland.

In the snowy winter?

Even winter wheat is too early for planting.

"What are they doing?" With the lessons learned from the past, Master Yuheng simply no longer concealed his curiosity.

"Grow vegetables." Gong Shufeng also answered very simply.

"Won't the seeds be frozen in winter?" asked one of his subordinates.

"There are plants in this world that are afraid of freezing, and naturally there are also plants that are not afraid of freezing. In addition to selecting suitable seeds, the Ministry of Agriculture has also thought of many ways to avoid the effects of low temperature." Gong Shufeng replied while leading the road in front, "I'm not too cold. I understand the tricks here, but the Ministry of Agriculture is also one of the departments Mr. Xia is most concerned about, and it is rumored that their goal is to allow food to be grown anywhere."

Desert too? Even in the sea?

Chu Pu felt a little numb to this kind of irrelevant talk.

However, the public transportation wind did not bring them into the farmland to visit, but turned into a forest path - the ground here was also paved with bricks and stones, and there was not much snow, which seemed to have been deliberately cleared. Envoy Yuheng didn't go far, and an extremely open flat land appeared in front of her.

There are thousands of stone monuments erected on the flat ground, which look like a shrub forest cut from rocks from a distance.

This is the cemetery, Chu Pu realized.

"Don't worry, there is no body buried inside. Qiguo implements strict cremation measures to eliminate the risk of evil spirits." Gong Shufeng said proactively, "Master Xia has done no less than Qixing in eliminating evil spirits. This place is not so much for To bury is rather to commemorate."

"Who do you commemorate?"

"To commemorate those who died against the brutal rule of the Seven Star Privy Council."

Yuheng paused slightly, "...you mean... the Tianqi Army?"

"No, they are just ordinary civilians."

"How is it possible!?" A guard blurted out.

This is also the question in the minds of the members of the mission - erecting monuments has always been a very serious matter, and Shangyuan is the capital of Qiguo, so erecting a monument for civilians next to the capital is not only shocking, but also sensational. What's more, where do the common people have the courage to resist the Privy Council, even if there are... there will not be so many people.

At least in Xu country, it is absolutely impossible.

Gong Shufeng came to a stone tablet and stopped. There was a cluster of emerald green needles on the side of the tablet. Compared with flowers, this kind of evergreen leaves can maintain their eye-catching color for a long time even if they leave the mother branch.

There is a row of beautiful handwriting engraved on the stone tablet.

——"Gongsun Fang, the unyielding protester, is buried here forever."

Seeing this name, the days in Huangting Mountain suddenly appeared in Gong Shufeng's mind.

And that woman who has a pair of upturned red phoenix eyes, bright and incomparable.

It was also from that moment on that his fate took a completely different path.