Ruins of the past

At this moment, Qiao Zhi looked at the scene of the living corpses working, and thought to himself: "Living corpses, living corpses..." He thought about the forms he would have to fill out before death, and choose whether to be cremated, buried at sea, buried or buried in a corpse. scene.

He still remembers that burial is the most expensive, but corpses can receive a subsidy as a reward for the deceased's willingness to donate his body after death and continue to serve the public.

Qiao Zhi said with emotion: 'Speaking of which...it was an era when many people were proud to continue serving the masses after death. The corpse was sacred but not so sacred...it didn't need to be buried and enshrined. ’

It was already the end of September when Chu Qiguang completed the preliminary work for land reclamation in the basin and Yaoyin Village was officially on the right track.

At first he stayed here every day, but later he just flew over every night on the Chongming Bird to hold grievance meetings for monsters and the elderly and give ideological lessons.

There is also transporting food and delivering food personally to the monsters and the elderly. This is what Chu Qiguang does every day.

During this period, he also rode the Chongming Bird and drew a rough map of the entire basin to prepare for the future planning of the village.

Looking at the monsters starting to build rammed-earth houses with clay under the command of the old people, Chu Qiguang thought in his heart: "In a while, we can start planting wheat. After the harvest next summer, this village will I can barely start to be self-sufficient.”

"But meat eating has not yet been solved. For these monsters... whether they can eat meat is too important."

At this moment, an old man walked up to the demonized Chu Qiguang, looked at Chu Qiguang with some fear and admiration, and whispered: "Master Tongtian, it's done over there..."

The old man in front of him was named Song Baishi. After Zheng Sanshui's death, it was his speech that held more weight in the hearts of the old people.

After Chu Qiguang proposed raising animals for some meat, he volunteered and said that he was the best at raising chickens and could also raise termites to make chicken feed.

Chu Qiguang naturally accepted this, because after getting along with them for a month, he also understood that he was completely unable to compare with these old farmers in terms of farming, carpentry, animal husbandry, etc.

On the one hand, he had not had much contact with these in his previous life. On the other hand, the techniques of these old farmers were based on decades or hundreds of years of local experience. They were very suitable for Lingzhou's soil, climate and other conditions, and were much more reliable than him.

So Chu Qiguang quickly gave up teaching them how to farm. Instead, he was responsible for the management, and these old farmers and Jin Jilai were responsible for the technical work.

Now Chu Qiguang followed the other party to a mud pit and asked the other party to introduce him.

When Song Baishi mentioned raising chickens, he seemed to become more confident, and said with joy: "...it is filled with wood, wheat straw, and bamboo chips...and then covered with braided wheat straw to prevent moisture...this can't be too wet. Don’t be too dry, it’s all based on my more than 20 years of experience…”

"... Then fill the mound with sawed pine wood, bamboo chips, and wheat straw... After seven or eight days, the termites will live in... By then, even if there are a hundred chickens, they will only eat three or four chickens a day. A termite in a mound will do..."

"The chickens our family has raised since childhood have grown fat and big and laid many eggs."

Chu Qiguang looked at Song Baishi's serious explanation with some emotion. He remembered that when he was in Nanjian Village, it was the other party who was holding a pitchfork and excitedly thrust it at Chen Gang. But now the honest look on the other person's face is nowhere to be seen as ferocious as when he was in Nanjian Village.

These peasants at the bottom of the Han hierarchy...actually never lack the wisdom and diligence to survive.

In fact, as long as the imperial court pays little attention to corvee and pays little tax, it does not need to care about these farmers... The farmers can naturally rely on their own hard work and wisdom to live a comfortable life.

It's a pity that feudal dynasties often find it difficult to achieve even this. The layers of exploitation from top to bottom make these farmers unable to survive, and eventually abandon their faith and even become living corpses.

Chu Qiguang thought in his mind: 'But you can rest assured now, I will let you have endless fields. ’

Song Baishi looked at Chu Qiguang anxiously: "Master Tongtian? Is this okay if I do this?"

Chu Qiguang didn't understand this, so he said directly: "Let's start building a chicken shed. I will buy some chickens in two days and leave them all to you to raise. From now on, the meat of our Yaoyin Village will all depend on you." ”

When he heard that he could start raising chickens again, Song Baishi's face immediately showed a smile. He didn't know what to say, but kept bowing to Chu Qiguang.

At dinner time, in the open space in the center of the village, Jin Ji was twisting his fat body, shaking the iron spoon, and cooking a large pot of broth.

Chu Qiguang stood aside, distributing food to the monsters who lined up one by one.

Compared with when they first came to Yaoyin Village to eat, they were noisy, crowded, and fighting for food. At this moment, the monsters lined up in an orderly manner, with relaxed expressions, and a smile flashed from time to time in their eyes.

After eating, Chu Qiguang began to give ideological lessons to these monsters and old people.

These monsters have a blank mind and accept new ideas quickly.

And these days, they happened to experience the time of farming with the old people, watching Yaoyin Village grow from scratch, watching themselves gradually become self-sufficient, and they felt more and more that their current life was different from the past.

He also somewhat recognized Chu Qiguang's theory that layers of oppression led to the fight between the demon clan at the bottom and the common people. Through the combination of theory and practice, they will gradually realize that as long as they are not squeezed by the powerful people above, they can live a good life through their own efforts.

But the old people have been poisoned by feudalism and superstition for many years. Unlike the monsters, their thoughts were blank before. They had little interest in Chu Qiguang's lectures and were more interested in farming and raising chickens.

In their eyes, whether Master Tongtian or the imperial court, they are just ruled by another person.

When Chu Qiguang hugged Qiao Zhi and left Yaoyin Village on the Chongming Bird, he thought in his mind: "After next summer's harvest, Yaoyin Village will probably be completely self-sufficient. At that time, we can start to recruit more people and more monster……"

After all, what is most indispensable in this world are farmers who can no longer survive and have abandoned their faith, and monsters who struggle on the line of life and death every day.

Even a cult like Shenxian Dao can fool so many believers. Chu Qiguang, who follows the right path, believes that he can do better.

The basis for all this is food. This is what the monsters and people at the bottom of this world crave most and what gives them the most peace of mind.

‘But there is still a lack of talent... We have thugs and farmers, but what we lack most now are smarter subordinates. ’

Looking at Wangjiazhuang slowly emerging from the ground beneath his feet, Chu Qiguang suddenly thought of something: "Master Qiao, how is Wang Cailiang doing recently?"

…

That night, in the bedroom of Wangjiazhuang.

Wang Cailiang was lying on the bed, but he couldn't sleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to see the shriveling corpse of Grandma Sun and the growing body of her grandson.

"With the elixir of immortality, the energy dissipates and the soul returns. If you don't see life, you don't see death..."

Taoist Qingling's low voice seemed to be still echoing in his ears. He wanted to forget it, but he couldn't.

When he was in the Taoist temple, he originally counted on the Taoist priests' exorcism rituals to help him, but those rituals were only effective at first, and soon they could no longer suppress the whispers in his mind.

As the symptoms worsened, the Taoist priests looked at him more and more dangerously.

In the end, in order not to be burned to death, Wang Cailiang could only endure the madness in his mind while pretending that everything was normal, telling the Taoist priests that he was fine, and only hoped that time would dilute all this.

The original courtyard could no longer be inhabited, so Wang Cailiang simply took a leave of absence from the Yinglue Hall, and then returned home to start recuperating.

But the madness hidden deep in his mind intensified. In the end, he not only heard the whispers of Taoist Qingling, but also a lot of evil and twisted knowledge flashed through his mind.

"Stop...stop quickly..."

"It's so noisy..."

Wang Cailiang shouted angrily, as if he wanted to catch the voice in his mind, but when he came back to his senses, he found that he was sitting on a chair at some point, and the paper in front of him was densely written with words.

Looking at the elixir recorded on the paper, Wang Cailiang's back was covered with cold sweat. He quickly grabbed the paper and crumpled it into a ball, wanting to throw it away quickly.

But when he turned around, he found that the ground was covered with crumpled waste paper, and each piece of waste paper was filled with words he had written.

"With the elixir of immortality, the energy dissipates and the soul returns. If you don't see life, you don't see death..."