After lunch, the people from far away county and the mountain people running down were working with new tools to build roads.

The children were helping to carry soil and carry stones next to them.

The Yulin Feiqi put down his weapons and helped build a simple shack.

Li Feng led people to ask the people working in the county for information. How old are the people in the family? The men are still women.

Ask for a record, and take out the ink paste and ask the people to press their handprints.

The person who was asked quickly used tools to build the road and worked hard, which was more than ten times faster than before.

Two days ago, they used bamboo steaks to work. They could pick up most of the soil at one time, but they insisted on picking up one-fifth of it, not to raise it, and carried it to the side.

It was replaced by a shovel, and it kicked it down in one go, and it slid steadily with one shovel.

The tools belong to the people. People say that they know where there are herbs and wild animals, so everyone will pick them and hunt them.

I took it back and calculated the money directly, bought the tools and finally brought it home to the people.

It is equivalent to the Nanmen Limu and Qianjin City Horse Bone. The people trust officials and at the same time gain benefits through their own efforts.

The mountain people came with tools, but it was not very good, and they also replaced them with good tools.

It is considered to be lent to the mountaineering people. If the mountaineering people take it back, they need to repay the loan in installments without interest.

The tools purchased in bulk are cheaper, so the village owner asked to take them all and they will be repaid later.

In the afternoon, more people came here. Some of the yamen runners who had left before went home to report the news. They were very happy that they were going to make a fortune.

People in the county spread the word, but they didn't know the situation of their family members ahead, so they came together to make food.

The old man, the old lady, the older child led the child, and the women who were father and son working in the family ran to the road construction site.

I saw many horses and people, and the scene of building roads was in full swing.

The men in the county were shirtless, and women only wore multiple small clothes.

The feather cavalry is also shirtless, and the autumn in Guangzhou is also hot, even if the dog days pass.

They used double saws to cut wood, tied mats with branches, and stood up the wood, tied the mats, and tied them up, and a shack appeared.

Not a three-cultural shack? It’s similar to a house.

After a section of the road is repaired, the shack is demolished? Then move forward? Usually, you can change the place a few miles to save time when walking.

The fresh wood is heavy? Three or four feathered cavalry are carried over. There is no situation where anyone is lazy.

Generally speaking, I carry wood for two people. I am afraid that someone will not work hard when there are too many people.

Yulin Feiqi specializes in practicing this. Everyone must work hard, otherwise the wood cannot be carried, and the weight is designed so.

No one is lazy? Laziness will harm comrades.

The bark is not thin? A deep mark appears on the shoulder, which makes people feel pain when they see it.

When dealing with wood and branches, when hitting the body, the skin will turn red and the skin will bulge.

Yulin Feiqi has no expression on his face? I'm used to it.

They have scars left during training, so they don’t need to be eliminated by Li Yi? Keep them, it’s not embarrassing.

Anyway, people with scars are more intimidating than people with tattoos.

Later, the people in the county saw another group of people wearing yellowish-colored official uniforms and holding clips on their hands, writing and painting.

"Dad? Why are you here? This is the new county magistrate? Li Mingfu, as well as the county magistrate, county magistrate, and clerk, all from Lijiazhuangzi. Dad, you rest, I can't walk away."

A man waving the pickaxe stopped temporarily, touched the sweat on his face with his hands, greeted an old man among the people who came, and swung the pickaxe again.

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Such things have occurred in any era, especially those who manage grain, including new rice and old rice.
Chapter completed!