Seeing the angry looks in their eyes, Wang Zidao bowed to the two people in front of him.

He said: "These Hu people, other than these northern Han people, they don't want to leave at all."

"Don't you understand what Shopkeeper Wang means?" Li Hanjing and Zhang Shan looked at each other and shook their heads in return.

Wang Zidao asked the two of them, "Have the two generals heard that they were talking in private?"

"Talk in private, I didn't pay attention to this. What exactly did they say?" Li Hanjing looked at him and asked.

Not only Li Hanjing wanted to know the situation, but others also wanted to know what these pseudo-Hu people were talking about.

Wang Zidao looked a little disbelieving, as if he was lost in aftertaste: "They said that the security team's treatment is too good. Not only do they have meat to eat every day, but they also have a high salary. If we continue like this, it will be great."

"The treatment is too good?" Li Hanjing did not react for a moment.

The meat is of course not mutton, but pork.

Now Zhaojiazhuang's pork gelding technology has long been mature and has been bred in large numbers. Not only does it have no fishy smell, but it also grows faster than before.

Wang Zidao looked at him and then explained: "It's just that the security team's treatment is so good that they don't want to resist at all and want to continue doing this kind of work."

Wang Zidao is about thirty, has not had much exposure to the sun, has fair skin, has been studying for a long time, and has a somewhat gentle and elegant temperament.

He is not a legitimate son, his biological mother is a concubine.

However, although he studied a lot, he did not pass the Juren Examination.

He is not willing to be a person who eats and drinks, but he does not have a share in the inheritance of the family business.

Thinking that Zhao Ping was his brother-in-law, he found Zhao Ping, hoping to give him a way out.

He had been engaged in construction in the Wang family and was good at calculations, so Zhao Ping arranged for him to be the shopkeeper.

"Where did Shopkeeper Wang hear this?" Zhang Shan glanced at Li Hanjing, not believing this.

Wang Zidao was a little embarrassed and said: "I heard it in the latrine. It stinked to death at the time."

After saying that, he fanned his nose and felt a little sick now.

"This Han from the north is quite old and cannot compete with that young soldier on the battlefield. Besides, there is almost no danger of life here. There is meat to eat and a salary." Li Hanjing thought for a while and nodded.

Li Hanjing was a native of Lijiazhuang. He graduated from Zhaojiazhuang Military Academy. He participated in the battles of Jiading and Xixian and became a battalion leader because of his meritorious service.

When the two of them heard Wang Zidao's words, they suddenly felt extremely disappointed.

The security team arranged for them to come down just to prevent these fake barbarians from causing an explosion.

Unexpectedly, these pseudo-Hu people not only did not make a fuss, but actually fell in love with this way of survival.

These security teams stay here and patrol conscientiously, but they have no effect.

The two of them felt like they were punching cotton with their fists, but they couldn't find any strength at all.

Li Hanjing and Zhang Shan looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake their heads. What happened was unexpected.

Xi Lu looked at the people present, thought for a while, hesitated, and finally said: "Is the salary paid to these northern Han people in Zhaojiazhuang too high?"

Washing Lu is also in his thirties. He has been working outside for a long time and his skin is relatively dark.

He followed Xi Lingzhu's father, Xi Yang, to build a workshop and engage in construction, and he was very familiar with the use of immortal cement.

He is serious about his work and can even be said to be persistent, so he is best used as a supervisor.

Road washing is from the perspective of cost saving, hoping to spend less money to do more things.

Wang Zidao shook his head and said: "This is not high. This is still risky. If you encounter a flash flood, it may be difficult to escape."

"Many people can't stand the empty feeling of building a road on a cliff, not to mention other things. Just seeing the cliff in mid-air," said Jiang Shan, who is in his thirties.

He was a stonemason and was from the same clan as Jiang Ying. He also had darker skin and a stout body.

The long-bearded Yu Qiyan nodded, he also sympathized with these northern Han people.

"There are many dangers when building roads on cliffs." He said with a pale face. "A month ago, I went down to watch them building roads. Suddenly a gust of mountain wind blew. I saw those people swaying, and heard the screams of the craftsmen.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest, thinking something had happened, but luckily the rope was strong and nothing happened."

After saying that, Yu Qiyan patted his chest, feeling lingering fear.

"The little saint said that this is a century-old plan and must be repaired. We can't let the horses run away without giving them grass." Wang Zidao looked at the other five people and expressed his opinion.

He and Yu Qishi are both the shopkeepers of Chidao Jianfang in Shudao, and they hope that the construction period will be as fast as possible.

Yu Qiyan also sympathized with these Han people very much, because he had lived in a mountain village and knew the horror of poverty.

He said with deep feeling: "They are also Han people, so we cannot treat them badly."

"If the salary was not given, or the salary was too small, this project would not have been possible so quickly. Now 30% of the work has been completed." Wang Zidao nodded.

Xilu thought for a while and finally nodded in agreement.

After all, the road to Shu is indeed as difficult as reaching the sky.

Xi County is isolated outside Sichuan. It is necessary to open the Chi Road as soon as possible to allow all kinds of goods and materials from Chengdu Fu Road to be transported out, so that people from inside and outside Sichuan can travel freely.

"Thank you, little saint," Xi Lu said, bowing respectfully to Chengdu: "Little saint, this is what one person can do to benefit the world."

"Thank you, little saint," Yu Qishi and the other five people also bowed and said one after another, "You have benefited the common people and your merits are immeasurable."

At the Miaogou River in Dingjun Mountain, West County, the Hu people attacked in three groups.

Two groups of barbarians walked along the shore, all of them were cavalry.

While galloping on horseback, they fired rockets toward the Miaogou River pass.

In the river, barbarians drove carriages, with copycat versions of cyclone cannons set up on top of the carriages, firing thunderbolts at the bridge.

There were four barbarians on the carriage, one was driving the horse, the other was taking aim, one was lighting the imitation thunderbolt, and the other was taking out the imitation thunderbolt from the basket.

This was the idea of ​​Zhang Liang, the barbarian dog-headed military counselor. After calculation, he found that this was the most efficient.

Of course, the carriage space is limited, so this is the best way.

The carriage was running in the river, which naturally caused the carriage to bump.

These barbarians are used to the bumpy ride on horseback and don't feel any discomfort.

Although the barbarians adapted to it, the accuracy of the cyclone cannon on the carriage was difficult to adapt to, and the firing accuracy was somewhat poor.

The Hu people's thunderbolts were aimed forward, but after firing, they were either left or right.

Not to be outdone, the security team on the bridge also fired cyclone cannons towards the Miaogou River.

The barbarian cavalry on both sides suddenly fired rockets, and their target was the tornado cannon on the small board.

Scratching, the table array saw the Hu cavalry and had already raised the Eight Immortals Table.

A barbarian centurion kept sneering: "The table array can block the cavalry rockets, but it is too short."

These barbarians galloped on horseback and fired rockets wildly.

If they were on flat ground, they wouldn't be able to launch so far, but with the blessing of a horse, the effect would be completely different.

Only a small part of the rocket was blocked, and most of it flew past the table array and towards the cyclone cannon.

"Stop, stop." Zhao Yue, the leader of the table group, shouted loudly.

Immediately, a group of mobile Eight Immortals tables moved in the direction of the rocket, hoping to stop the rocket.

The cyclone cannon watched the rocket flying towards itself, hurriedly stopped firing, and moved from both sides to the middle of the river.

Seeing the rockets flying over the table array, the centurion couldn't help laughing.

"Boom, boom, boom." He was answered by thunder from the sky, which was fired by the tornado cannons on the horse-faced buildings on both sides of the bridge.

The barbarian centurion was not afraid at all, and his horse was very fast.

"Boom, boom, boom." This time the thunder exploded in front of the horse.

The horse suddenly stood up and then fell to the ground with a crash.

It turned out that the thunderous ceramic hit the horse's eye, causing the horse to stand up in pain and then fall down.

On the outer edge of the ground is the Miaogou River. People and horses fell into the river together, causing a wave of waves.

The river was too dangerous. When other Hu cavalry saw it, they all relied on the mountain side.

Boom, boom, thunder exploded on the side of the mountain.

The cyclone gun position above the small bridge.

Deng Xiong, the commander of the cyclone cannon, stepped on the pedal crazily and looked at the deputy commander Tang Deping and asked: "What does the Xizuo camp do? It's not that the copycat cyclone cannon can only fire thirty steps, how come it turns out to be forty steps?"

"Originally, there are only thirty steps. With the momentum of the horses, it is normal to increase the pace by ten steps." Xie Qingsong also stepped on the pedal frantically, thought for a while, and expressed his opinion.

Their cyclone cannon stood on the bridge, steady and accurate, and its accuracy was naturally better than that of the barbarians.

However, the horses and carriages running by the barbarians still affected their effect.

"This carriage is too fast and difficult to hit, and it wastes one of my thunderbolts." Commander Deng Xiong of the cyclone cannon said with a sigh as he took a good look at the cyclone cannon and hit it.

Deputy Commander Xie Qingsong nodded, and kept moving the cyclone cannon and said: "After all, the carriage is faster than people, and it keeps shaking, so it is much more difficult than hitting people."

"I finally took aim. Let's see if you can still run away this time." Deng Xiong kept adjusting the regulator and squinted his aim.
To be continued...