Big eyes staring at small eyes in the city.

Zhang Dongyun on the top of the city seemed to have no idea about this: “Go ahead.”

Everyone had no choice but to start plowing obediently and honestly.

Cold Mountain sent the people to not be lazy, while observing the Tang Jun soldiers who can do farm work, they thought for themselves.

“Tianyu, leave it to us here, you go out to work on the refugees.” Zhao Martial Uncle ordered back to Tianyu.

“This Senior is acting so absurdly, maybe it is to test and wait for me.” He raised his head and glanced at the top of the city, and whispered.

“Don’t worry, we will seriously follow the Senior’s instructions. Don’t worry about it. I will always do my best. Even if there is no harvest in the end, I believe that Senior will not miss his omission. The blame is on us.”

Zhao Martial Uncle smiled: “Take ten thousand steps, if he is really so ridiculous, the legendary Chang’an City lord who wants to come will always come out to stop him and set things right.”

That group of Tang Jun Jiangmen also questioned.

It’s just that people have to bow their heads under the eaves at this moment.

They all endure secretly, and work obediently and honestly.

In my heart, I just treat them as black clothed old people amusing them.

The other party is so ridiculous that they can’t help but expect in secret that one day the East Tang army will be able to rescue them from the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

Hui Tianyu’s eyes flickered slightly in a single eye: “With that Senior’s previous courage, of course this is not the case, on the contrary…”

He looked up Chengtou took a look: “I think Senior will not aimlessly. Such an arrangement may have some profound meaning.”

Zhao Martial Uncle nodded: “Well, I will be optimistic about other people, be obedient, and watch their changes. You have to be careful about this trip, you are likely to run into Du Kun’s army.”

He lowered his voice again: “You go out this time, in addition to doing errands for Chang’an City, remember to return to the school. Visit the mountain gate and hand the Dark Night Terror Sword to the Sect Master. This is the most important thing, remember, remember.”

“I understand, Martial Uncle, please rest assured.”

The single-eyed youth bid farewell to the crowd, and then saluted Zhang Dongyun on the head of the city, then left and went out again.

Zhang Dongyun watched the other’s silhouette disappear, and looked back at the farmland below.

He naturally knew that Hui Tianyu and others were worried that the fields were too barren.

But right now, Zhang Da City Lord had no plans to farm normally.

Otherwise, when there is a harvest, when will it go?

Zhang Dongyun’s method, in the final analysis, is five words:

Making a miracle.

In fact, if you really want to say, now that everyone outside the city is plowing the fields, it can also be regarded as a miracle from another angle.

Farming cattle are limited.

But a martial artist who reaches the level of the Second Stage has already surpassed the barbarians in strength.

Zhang Dongyun supervises them as soon as possible after plowing the ground or sowing or planting seedlings.

Next, everyone in the ground is powerless.

They can only slander in the heart, the old man in black clothed on the city’s head is not respectable and can only make a fool of himself.

But at the next moment, Cold Mountain sent all the people and a group of Tang troops to drop their soldiers, and they all stayed in place.

In the field, the soil trembles slightly.

It didn’t take long for the seedlings to emerge from the ground.

Looking at the verdant seedlings, everyone rubbed their eyes subconsciously.

But then it turned out that it was not their dizziness.

As everyone was stunned, the seedlings in the field grew rapidly at a speed visible to naked eye.

If you continue at this speed, I’m afraid that in a few days, there will be a bumper harvest.

Everything in front of you completely violates everyone’s inherent cognition.

There is a Cold Mountain disciple who subconsciously wants to get closer to verify that all this is true.

The Elder Zhao was surprised, came back to his senses, and quickly took hold of his discipline.

On the other side, Tang Jun’s pawn, someone couldn’t help but walk along the ridge to the ground, reaching out to touch the seedlings.

As soon as he touched, his hand suddenly retracted like an electric shock.

“Really, it’s true…”

The man was lost in his eyes, and only the word “really” was muttered in his mouth, repeated back and forth.

Everyone came back to his senses from the sluggish state, one by one in surprise.

Then the second and the third person…Some people can’t help but check in the ground.

But the final result is an incredible expression.

The Cold Mountain faction is unimaginable, but in the face of this situation, I feel unimaginable.

“We planted the seeds and seedlings by ourselves. That Senior, shouldn’t there be a chance to falsify, right?”

There is a young discipline who secretly took a look at the city. The black clothed old man glanced.

“Be quiet, what are you talking about? Let the senior hear that we all can’t eat it!” He scolded a fellow beside him.

The other person’s face was unbelievable: “Then what is going on?”

“Could it be that this land is fertile beyond our imagination, rich in Spiritual Qi, Is it a spiritual field?” Some people speculated.

The person next to me whispered: “I didn’t feel it when we were plowing the field just now…”

The person who spoke earlier looked even more admired: “So, could it be this? The handwriting of a senior individual? This is simply a Divine Immortal method!”

This is more amazing than moving mountains to create fields.

disciples discuss spiritedly, Elder Zhao didn’t say a word, but he also had a lot of speculation in his heart. I just feel that Chang’an City and the people in the city are becoming deeper and unmeasurable.

My entire group previously suspected that the black clothed old man was a frog in well. I don’t know how big Heaven and Earth can be outside the well.

He quietly looked towards the head of the city.

But I saw the black clothed old man faintly smiling, overlooking them under the city.

Elder Zhao was terrified, subconsciously one-knee kneels, and bowed his head to appeal to Zhang Dongyun on the top of the city.

When the Cold Mountain disciples around him saw this, they were all anxious and knelt down and pleaded guilty like his Martial Uncle.

Many of those Tang Jun who suffered a stroke were not martial artists, but farmers before joining the army.

They didn’t think that many, seeing this scene close to Gods Vestige, directly prostrate oneself in admiration, taking Zhang Dongyun on the front of the city as Divine Immortal.

Zhang Dongyun looked at the seedlings growing sturdily in the fields under the city, sighed in relief in his heart.

Fortunately, close outside the city, I can still exert influence.

He is actually using massive amounts of Spiritual Qi to irrigate the fields below.

Spiritual Qi is so rich that it is stronger than the fertilizer of the previous Blue Star, and it directly changes the laws of nature.

The Spiritual Qi required for this is of course an astronomical number.

Because of being outside the city, most of the Spiritual Qi is actually dissipated and wasted.

Spiritual Qi, which plays a role in the field, is pitiful compared to the actual output.

In terms of efficiency, it is extremely inefficient.

But if the total amount is infinite, to a certain extent, it does not matter whether it is wasted.

Zhang Da City Lord now has nothing else, this Spiritual Qi absolutely can afford it.

As long as the crops themselves can withstand, they will not be destroyed, Zhang Dongyun will provide maximum supply.

So, within a few days of work, Jin Huangyi was already in the field.

The harvest season is here…

“Leave it to you.” Zhang Dongyun incarnation, a black clothed old man, casually ordered.

Cold Mountain, who was already convinced and admired him to prostrate oneself in admiration, sent the people and the Tang army to the soldiers, immediately went down to the ground to harvest, and then threw them.

In addition to the grain fields, there are also a variety of fruits and vegetables in the vegetable field orchard, which will usher in a bumper harvest.

Even the cubs of livestock and poultry in captivity are growing rapidly and are gradually approaching the standard for slaughter.

Zhang Dongyun watched all this from the city, slightly nodded.

The reason why the refugees are refugees is because they cannot live in their hometowns.

They have just arrived in Chang’an, and they have no way of solving their food problems.

Now City Lord Zhang is doing miracles vigorously. With food, he can settle the refugees.

He has no intention of raising minute insect waste. At the moment, this wave is just a rescue and a foundation.

After people settle down, they should be self-reliant, and even support him, the City Lord, in turn.

If there are idiots who have raised mien to fight their enemies, naturally there will be corresponding people who will teach them what is the Iron Fist dictatorship of the fantasy world.

In his previous life reading novels at Blue Star, Zhang Dongyun sometimes can’t help thinking that in a world like this kind of cultivation and fantasy, it can be considered quite civilized without becoming a slave-based society.

“Now, let’s see when Tianyu brought people back to me.”

Zhang Dongyun said to himself: “More likely, it might be Du Kun’s army. Kill first?”

He was planning, and suddenly his heart moved slightly.

In the distant mountains and forests, there seems to be a voice.

next moment, a few people rushed out of the forest, panicking and rushing towards Chang’an City.


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