While Fang Ying was negotiating with Shi Jin, Zhang Shengli was not even in the mood to intervene.
He was confident in other things, but when it came to business, Fang Ying directly crushed him.
Even if all the people in Dahuang Mountain put together, they are probably not as good as Fang Ying alone.
Being bored, he could only walk down the mountain and came to the foot of the mountain.
It doesn't matter now, as soon as he appears, almost everyone he meets will kneel down and worship him.
This incident made Zhang Shengli embarrassed for a long time, and he wished he could just run away back to the mountain.
He made up his mind that this kneeling ceremony must be abolished. Otherwise, when dealing with these people in the future, he would always give such a grand gesture. What if he develops a habit and returns to the real world?
At this time, it was very lively at the foot of the mountain.
Guhong and Cangshi counted the heads and registered them while asking questions.
Originally there were only a few thousand people, but these two guys quickly completed the counting.
"My lord!"
Seeing Zhang Shengli's arrival, Cang Shi immediately stood up and bowed.
Fortunately for him, Zhang Shengli had greeted him, so the salute was very simple.
"How are the statistics?"
Zhang Shengli glanced at the paper on the table.
How could he understand? The reason why he came here to ask was because he was too free.
"The statistics are almost finished. There are more than 4,000 people in total. The residential areas are easier to divide. Following the instructions of the mistress, we divided these 4,000 people into four villages."
"Only four?" Zhang Shengli frowned.
"Well, the mistress said, divide them into four for now, and then we can take our time later."
"Who will manage it? Are there any specific arrangements?"
"The candidates haven't been fixed yet, but a village must elect at least three people in charge, otherwise it will be difficult to manage a village with thousands of people."
Zhang Shengli nodded and said, "Okay, just do as your mistress says. If you have any questions, just go to her directly. She knows more about this."
Speaking of this, Zhang Shengli suddenly thought of something and asked, "Have you given the village a name?"
"Village name?"
"Of course when you build a village, you must have a village name, otherwise how will you manage it when the time comes?"
Cangshi scratched his head: "I really haven't thought about this. How about calling them Huang Yi and Huang Er?"
Zhang Shengli really wanted to slap him, but he rolled his eyes angrily: "Forget it, it's useless to ask you about this matter. You go on, I'll take a look around."
With that said, he ignored the two of them and walked directly towards the field.
"You seem to have made the Lord angry?" Gu Hong pushed Cangshi: "You said your naming skills are really bad."
"Then what did you call it?"
"In this great wasteland, the Lord is honored, and the Lord's surname is Sheng. Naturally, the name of this village must be related to the Lord."
"What?"
"If you want to call it, it's better than one or two villages."
"roll!"
………
Zhang Shengli didn't have time to listen to these two guys talking nonsense. He walked all the way and visited all these fields.
Within a radius of ten miles, there are crops everywhere, all of the same varieties, but I always feel like something is missing.
These crops are within these ten miles, and there will be an extra house every few miles.
It is built of bluestone and adobe, and each household has a large courtyard wall.
The courtyard walls are all made of bundled branches and have no defensive function at all. They are just used as a courtyard.
In this courtyard, some patched old clothes were hung to dry on bamboo poles, looking very shabby.
Of course, most are in this style, but there are exceptions.
Just like the family in front of Zhang Shengli now, he is different.
Other people's yards are surrounded by branches, but his yard is made entirely of bluestones, and the soil is mixed with bluestones, making it airtight.
Standing outside the courtyard, you can't see anything in the courtyard at all. It looks out of place with other houses and is very conspicuous.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zhang Shengli knocked on the other party's door.
This door is also very particular. Although it is made of trees, it is not an ordinary door. It fits perfectly. It is simply better than the door in my residence.
"Is anyone home?" Zhang Shengli's voice sounded into the courtyard.
It had just rained and the ground was still a little muddy. Zhang Shengli stood in front of the yard and waited.
"Who?"
"Come in and ask for a drink of water."
At this moment, the courtyard door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man appeared in front of Zhang Shengli.
There is a mole on his face, and his long hair is tied up with hemp rope.
The patched clothes on his body did not look dirty, but gave people a clean feeling.
"My lord!"
The middle-aged man immediately bowed his hands to each other and did not kneel on the ground like other villagers.
"You're welcome, I just came here to ask for a drink of water." Zhang Shengli laughed.
"Quick, please come inside." The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to greet him.
Zhang Shengli watched every move the opponent made.
This is an interesting guy, at least a highly educated person, otherwise, how could he have so much etiquette?
Zhang Shengli was also a little surprised by the furnishings in the courtyard.
There were rows of bamboo slips placed in the courtyard, which looked like a lot.
Several small tree stumps surround a large tree stump, forming a simple table and chairs.
Placed in the courtyard, it is very conspicuous and adds a bit of elegance to the small courtyard.
There were rows of bamboo slips placed on the table made of tree stumps, which made Zhang Shengli interested.
Bamboo slips, these are used by the poor, and the rich use paper. Who is going to use these bamboo slips?
"Did you carve it?"
Zhang Shengli reached out and touched it. Although he could not see the quality of the engraving, he could feel that the other person was a learned man.
"I have nothing to do. Let's kill some time. The Lord will laugh."
With that said, the middle-aged man came to Zhang Shengli with a bowl of water and placed it on the tree stump in front of him.
Zhang Shengli came here to ask for water. He just found this place very strange, so he ran over to take a look.
Therefore, he looked at the water on the tree stump and did not drink it immediately. Instead, he sat down aside.
"Are you still used to living here?"
"It doesn't matter if you get used to it or not, surviving is better than anything else."
What he said was very serious. Zhang Shengli nodded: "What do you think of this wilderness?"
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment: "It used to be a place of death, but now, I don't understand."
"Oh? What don't you understand?"
"The Lord used his great supernatural powers to transform this place and gave the people here a glimmer of hope. Although I don't know what method you used to make Dahuang City abandon this place, but..."
"But what?"
"But there are many forces in Fengtian, not just Dahuang City, so I say I don't understand."
"Everyone says it's God's will, but why do you think it was me who did it? You know there are unforeseen circumstances on this day, and no one dares to say that they can control natural phenomena like wind, rain, thunder and lightning."
"Is there any unforeseen circumstances?"
The middle-aged man's eyes lit up. He had no time to answer Zhang Shengli's words. Instead, he directly picked up the carving knife and started carving on the bamboo slips.
This move shocked Zhang Shengli. He didn't expect that this guy was actually a literary idiot.
He was not in a hurry, but waited aside. If he wrote with a pen, he could finish it quickly, but it took the middle-aged man a long time to carve these few words.