Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

Liang Qu knew that the earthen house was still there, and he could see it hidden inside the frame of the main house at a glance, like a house within a house.

He didn't really care, there wasn't anything good inside, just a mattress and a few pieces of linen clothes.

The only valuable thing may be a pair of treasure fish horns under the rice vat that can be used for medicine. When you go in and take them out later, the craftsmen can dismantle them all.

But he didn't expect that the villagers would bring rice and noodles, and he didn't know how to use them, and he wasn't home to start the stove.

"How about it, Mr. Liang, take a look, I expanded the yard according to the second entrance, and there are two wing rooms on both sides of the main house.

In the four open spaces separated by the crossroads, I am not going to pave them with stone bricks, but will make them yellow mud and plant four trees in them.

Generally speaking, there are two jujube trees in front of the door, and two ginkgo or persimmon trees and pomegranate trees inside. You can enjoy the shade in the yard in summer. Of course, it is up to you to decide what to plant. "

"Uncle Fu, please don't call me Master Liang. You are older than me. There is no way to call me like this. Just like before, just call me Ah Shui."

Liang Qu knew the leading craftsman in front of him. His name was Liu Quanfu. He was in his fifties and had excellent carpentry skills. He was considered a famous person in the town. He built several old yards in his hometown.

How dare such seniors let the other party call him "grandfather"? It's inappropriate.

It can be seen how great the impact of the River God Festival on the villagers.

When he was first accepted as a disciple, most of the villagers admired him, but now they turned into awe, and some old people did not dare to call him by his nickname.

Liu Quanfu naturally didn't dare and refused, but with Liang Qu's insistence, he could only change his mind half-heartedly.

Liang Qu returned to the old house and took away the treasure fish horns from under the rice vat. He put the rice noodles in the vat and some miscellaneous things. He planned to put them in Uncle Chen's house temporarily. The old house could just be demolished.

Chen Zhaoan was notified at this time and came after hearing the news.

Liang Qu jumped down from the roof and said hello: "Mr. Chen."

"How does the yard look?"

"It was built so well that I really deserve it. It will take several months, right?"

"Hey, you saved everyone's lives, and you also hired a martial artist to help us. Why don't you spare a few days to repair the house? My grandchildren will have to come here another day!

Also, I heard that you are back, and I have brought you all the money that I said I would collect for you, fellow citizen. "

Chen Tongmin, who was following Chen Zhaoan, took out a large money bag, but Liang Qu pressed his forearm down.

Chen Tongmin struggled subconsciously, but he didn't move at all. Instead, he took a step back.

"Mr. Chen, I didn't originally think about asking everyone to help me build such a big yard. The wood and stone bricks will cost a lot of money, right? Who will pay for it?"

"We villagers each contributed part of it, as well as Mr. Xue from the town and Lin Di from the fishing camp. After hearing about it, they both sent a lot of things."

Liang Qu was silent for a moment and nodded: "Don't give that money for now, leave it to everyone as wages, and then take care of two meals, which must be dry food. First, use the rice and noodles given by the folks, plus ten coins a day. If you have enough at home, For the elderly, fifteen pieces a day.

The money is not much, so consider it a part of my heart. After the house is built, if there is any leftover, you can return it to me. "

The men who were moving wood in the house couldn't help but swallow when they heard it!

Is there any rice to eat?

When Liang Qu was talking to the village elders, they naturally did not dare to interrupt, but they only started to look forward to it.

Chen Tongmin came closer and lowered his voice: "We can't do that. We have to pay every day, so we won't allow them to idle away."

Liang Qu smiled and said, "Why don't you trouble Brother Tongmin to help me take care of it?"

"Ah...this..."

Chen Zhao'an was happy that his grandson could communicate more with Liang Qu, and urged: "If you insist, then help me more, my fellow citizens. You will have nothing to do in the winter, right?"

Chen Tongmin had no choice but to agree.

Nowadays, Liangqu's status in Yixing City is very special. It can be said that he is on an equal footing with all the village elders.

It is very rare within a thousand miles radius.

Before the River God Festival, Liang Qu's status was higher than that of other villagers, but he was still inferior to the village elders.

It has nothing to do with status, identity, or strength, there is only one reason - morality.

The elderly, especially those with strength and background, naturally occupy the moral upper reaches.

The monarch would go to the school every year to entertain the three elders and the fifth generation. He would cut the meat himself, dip it in sauce and hand it to the elders to show respect.

Unless Liang Qu is powerful enough to overthrow the entire Dashun Dynasty, or becomes a savage, he can only act according to social rules.

There are good and bad behaviors in this set of behaviors.

The benefits are obvious. Liang Qu's acceptance as a disciple is proof that the equipment he wears to fight beyond his level is all the result of this act.

The disadvantages are also obvious. If the village elders want to suppress them, they can just open their mouth and say that others have bad morals. It's very simple.

But after the River God Festival, Liang Qu, who had saved everyone's lives, suddenly reached the upper reaches of morality!

The village elders want to frame him for no reason, so they have to consider who is more qualified!

So cool!

There are benefits to doing this.

Apart from anything else, if there are any bandits who want to attack in the future, Liang Qu will gather the crowd and call out, and the villagers will definitely listen to him.

Or maybe it's like today, when he doesn't get a single wage, there are still people willing to help him build a house.

After hurriedly viewing the house, Liang Qu left amidst the compliments of everyone and rowed back to Pingyang Town.

After being away for two hours, I wonder if the two senior brothers have found any additional clues.

He had to hurry up and make up the numbers. Maybe it was like searching the mountains to succumb to the demons. He didn't do anything, but he could still make a big profit.

...

Zhao Mansion.

"Senior Envoy, something bad has happened. The den where I keep mountain ghosts in Pingyang Town has been stolen! What should I do?"

The scenery outside is endless, and it is rumored that the lecherous Mr. Zhao breaks into the house, rolling around and hugging the thighs of the men in the room.

Zhao Hongyuan is over sixty years old, but he is very fat, with no wrinkles visible, and his face is as rosy as a baby. At this moment, he is crying to a man in black clothes.

"What are you doing, what are you doing, you have snot, snot!" Huang Zejun backed away in disgust, kicked Zhao Hongyuan away, and asked, "What kind of den has been taken away? Please tell me clearly! How come you are in your sixties? Not calm?"

Zhao Hongyuan was sobbing and told intermittently about the disciples from the Yang Family Martial Arts School who attacked the Fahua Temple and killed more than a hundred mountain ghosts.

Huang Zejun was stunned with shock: "The fruit will be picked soon, why would you do this to me?"

"I didn't expect it either." Zhao Hongyuan looked anxious, "That's why we invited the envoy. How about we start in advance?"

Influenced by Zhao Hongyuan, Huang Zejun was also anxious.

"This is different from the time previously set."

"The longer we delay, the more dens we will dig out. Will we still be able to get enough embryos to refine the elixir by then?"

Huang Zejun was extremely anxious, and with Zhao Hongyuan constantly inciting him from the side, he had a guilty conscience and agreed by accident.

Zhao Hongyuan was happy in his heart, but tears were streaming down his face: "It's all my fault. I didn't handle things well, causing a big disaster and delaying important events in the teaching."

"The matter has reached this point, and there is no point in holding anyone accountable. You have worked hard for the teaching for so many years, and you have worked hard without any credit. At least the dishes have been laid out. For two days in the morning, the impact should not be big."

"Now there is no use for my old and disabled body. With you here, everything will be safe. I really want to pay homage to my mother's divine form as soon as possible and serve her day and night. Is it okay..."

"Well, I know you are pious. I will make arrangements for the ship later so that you can return to my religion as soon as possible."