Investing in the Rebirth Empress, She Called Me Husband

On the country road at sunset, the setting sun depicts the shadows of the two people. They walk on the cutting line of light and shadow in the wheat field, passing through the floating mixture of light and dark.

The girl held his hand and walked ahead. The wind blew her hair and brought the faint fragrance to the tip of the boy's nose.

She smoothed her hair with her other hand, but did not want to let go of his hand.

Li Mo suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was familiar but not very real.

It's like seeing it in a dream, but forgetting it after waking up. When encountering a similar scene, it feels like it has been experienced before.

He thought of Monet's "Woman Holding a Parasol", but it was a sunset version...

Then Li Mo was startled.

"Sister Fairy, is this the way back to the village? Why do the trees become more desolate as we go..."

Ying Bing was startled, looked around, frowned and said: "Isn't this the way back to Li Mo Village? It seems that it is not..."

Li Mo: "??"

"Sister Fairy, aren't you a roadie?"

"How is that possible? I was just thinking about something."

"Too."

Sister Fairy must have come specifically to save him that day.

Although I don’t know the reason, if I am a road crazy, how can I find myself accurately?

It's impossible even if you think about it... It's impossible... It's possible...

Half a quarter of an hour later, Li Mo looked at not far away with a serious face. There was a group of pheasants, looking at them fiercely, their claws still scratching the ground.

This group of pheasants has a strong sense of protecting their territory, and they can fly. Even tigers will suffer if they enter their territory.

Now that you have come, you have come.

When he went back, Li Mo carried several ice sculptures of pheasants that were completely frozen.

"So Sister Fairy, you wanted to eat pheasant chicken in the first place?"

"Yes, that's it."

Sister Xianzi had a cold face that made it impossible to connect Lu Chi with her, and then said:

"Okay, let's go back quickly, it's almost dark."

Then she followed Li Mo step by step.

Li Mo: "..."

As they return home, the last rays of dusk will fade.

The fire in the blacksmith shop was burning, but the smoke was emitted. The bones of the pheasant were stewed in soup, the meat was shaved off and made into shredded chicken, and the scraps were stir-fried into hot and sour chicken offal. One chicken and three meals were arranged. Clearly.

Ying Bing twisted the needle made of ice crystals with her fingertips, threading the needle through the firelight.

"It would be great if it could continue like this."

Li Mo thought so.

And indeed it is.

It seems that the fast-forward button has been pressed on Jiangshan Sheji Map.

For the next ten years or so, this was the life of men farming and women weaving. In this process, Little Blacksmith Li became Blacksmith Li, and all the children in the village grew up.

The old village chief also passed away. When he died, he gave the key to the village ancestral hall to Li Mo and asked him to carry his tablet into the ancestral hall with his own hands, which meant that he became the new patriarch.

Of course, the area and population of Dawang Village doubled during this period, and "Thousand-Shaped Jue" provided the village with more abundant productivity.

Moreover, in the past ten years or so, demons have become increasingly unable to pose any threat to the village. In the past, due to bad luck, it was very likely that only a few people in the entire village would survive.

Now there are only three or two of them, just larger beasts.

This very different martial art has also spread to several neighboring villages, and more and more people know it.

Everyone said that this was the fairy empress from the heavenly clan preaching.

"I'd love to watch some country love stories!"

"It's fast forward. What am I looking at?"

"I'm just happy to read everything over the past ten years or so, so little time is just a blink of an eye."

Of course, only a small group of people are dissatisfied with the jumping timeline of Jiangshan Shejitu.

After all, there is an interval of fifty years between each round of natural disasters.

Shang Qinqing is dissatisfied mainly because she is still rebellious at several thousand years old.

"It seems that the underground city has surrendered to the rule of the heavenly city?"

"The difference between the people in the heavenly city and the people in the underground city is the same as the difference between the people in the underground city and the human city..."

"Oh, yes, there are three people participating in the Heavenly Trial this time."

"Jiang Yu's idea is good. If the three cities can become a whole, the probability of overcoming the difficulties together will be much greater. After all, the people in the human city cannot do it even if they try hard to face natural disasters."

"Why do I feel that what he does looks familiar? Inner city, outer city, outside Zhongshenzhou..."

Many people who came to Imperial Capital from other places looked at each other.

He was smiling and laughing, but suddenly he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Ahem, if things go like this, the top spot in this trial will probably be His Highness the Crown Prince?"

"After all, every decision he makes can affect the entire Tianren City. Li Shaoxia and Fairy Han have been playing farmhouse."

What's more, Li Shaoxia has practiced "Thousand-Shaped Jue" for many years, but he was essentially born in Rencheng.

His lifespan will come to an end after the first round of natural disasters.

But no one knows whether Fairy Shihan will return to Tiancheng, and it is difficult to make a conclusion for the time being.

at this time.

In the Jiangshan Sheji Map, Jiang Yu's decrees have begun to radiate outward through the dungeon.

In the remote Dawang Village ancestral hall, two men and one woman were sitting under the ancestral tablets.

They wore exquisite and luxurious clothes, and their movements had the majesty of superiors. Although they were not as naturally miraculous as the Celestial Clan, they were clearly different from the villagers surrounding the ancestral hall.

"Who is the village chief?"

The leader, the middle-aged man from Dungeon, took a sip of tea, frowned and spit it back.

"I am."

Li Mo walked out without looking around and sat opposite him straight.

The three Underworld envoys looked at each other and felt that the Great King Village was a little strange. Ordinary country folk would either be trembling with fear or fawning on them.

What's the matter with the people in the Great King Village and the surrounding villages?

"We are here this time to receive the decree of the Upper Clan of the Heavenly City. The request is very simple."

"From now on, you will replace the tablets in the ancestral hall with the masters of the Heavenly Clan. From now on, the annual grain harvested will be divided into 30% and 70% with the Underworld."

After saying that, he wiped his mouth calmly.

The villagers in the ancestral hall looked at each other.

"How can the ancestral tablets be changed?"

"We worked hard for a whole year, how come only 70% is left?"

"70% belongs to others!"

Ignoring the noisy villagers, the middle-aged man in the underground city looked at Li Mo:

"Village chief, what do you think? No matter how much it costs, it is not as important as the safety of future generations."

"As far as I know, the people of Tiancheng don't need to eat unless they are greedy. What do they need so much food for?"

Li Mo didn't agree or refuse, but asked a question.

Three people: "?"

How did he know that the people of the Tian clan didn't need to eat except for greed?

The young man from the underground city was not so calm, and said impatiently: "Of course we want it."

"But isn't it the Celestial Clan that is protecting us?"

"First it's us. The Celestial Clan is the one we can't deal with, so the offerings and respects are for the Celestial Clan, and the food is for us."

Li Mo stared at him: "With 30% of the harvest, even in a good year, everyone can only have a mouthful of porridge to barely fill their stomachs. If so, won't we become livestock that live in a muddle?"

"It's okay to live, so what? If it weren't for the large scale of your Great King Village, how many people would want to be a beast but wouldn't have the chance."

Pa——

A sickle was slapped on the table.

Li Mo asked again: "Can this survive?"

"If it can survive, it has to be a beast."

Pa——

A forging hammer was slapped on the table again.

"Can this survive?"

"It can survive, but not many will survive."

The hammer was picked up and placed on the sickle, and the two were stacked together.

"With this and this, can we all live with dignity?"