Some people envy Cui Quanli from the sea of ​​suffering, and some people regret it, but no one said anything. After all, everyone has the right to choose their own future, and everyone has their own different circumstances. Maybe Xiao Cui saw through the world and became a monk and couldn't say that he would become a monk.

Since Lai Ji took over the pig farming work, he has become much more depressed. He stared at Cui Quanli with a bad look, his face full of bitterness and grudges.

Li Chengqian did not get too entangled with this issue, and even prepared to accept Lai Ji. Everyone has their own ambitions and cannot force it. At worst, he could take charge of it himself. Throughout history, there have been so many emperors, including those who like to fight, those who like to write, and those who like to do carpenter work. It is also an interesting talk about one more person who likes to raise pigs.

Just as he was ecstatic, Zheng Haoyu spoke dryly: "Your Highness..."

Li Chengqian frowned slightly and looked bad: "Why, Brother Zheng is planning to quit?"

"Uh, no, no." Zheng Haoyu didn't want to touch Li Chengqian's bad intentions at this time, and quickly explained: "I mean, the preparations for road construction have been almost done. For this matter, I also borrowed more than ten people from the General Officer and transferred some people from the family, which is the money... When do you see it to be allocated?"

"Don't worry about this matter. The first month of the year has not yet begun, and this road is about to use some new technologies to create a model project. Therefore, during this period, you must seize the time to let your people draw the route again. If the original official road can be used, it will be discarded."

New technology? Model project?

Isn’t building a road to recruit a large number of civilians and then using the tactics of the sea of ​​people to consolidate the foundation? What technology is needed?

And, what the hell is the model project?

Zheng Haoyu nodded inexplicably, planning to ask his old man what this means after he goes home.

Next, the children of several other families also briefly explained the tasks they were responsible for, and summarized them in two words: "Take money."

Regarding this request, Li Chengqian could only say that he could wait first. After all, the money he needed had not yet been in place. The Sinong Temple was rich, but the public account could not be moved.

What's more, the hands of Sinong Temple cannot stretch too long. It is normal for road construction and canal construction to be managed by the Ministry of Industry, and it is too wide to be managed by the Ministry of Industry.

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Linjia Village is a small village next to Chang'an. The village is not big. There are dozens of families living in tenants. They rented the land rented by the nobles in Chang'an City. Every year, nearly 50% of the grain has to be paid for rent. The remaining grain cannot be eaten by itself, and they have to be exchanged for millet.

Rice and wheat are not something that people with misery can eat, so they dare not use it to slander them.

Life is very hard, but it is not as good as the best, and it is more than the best. Many people who escaped said that even the grass was eaten up in many places outside. Some people were anxious to eat Guanyin soil, and in the end they were suffocated to death because they could not pull out their shit.

Lin Cheng is 27 years old this year. He is a native child in the village. He has big arms and a round waist. He was a mansion soldier in his early years. Later, he was injured and blinded, so he retreated early to go home to farm.

Today, seeing the weather is sunny outside, Lin Cheng is going to go to the boss's house to borrow a cow to refill the rented fields again, so as to avoid scrambling with others for a while. They are all from the villagers. They can't see each other without looking up, and they can't be blamed.

But after Lin Cheng left home, he found that something was wrong.

The village that used to be lively looks very deserted today. No one of the bare-butt dolls running around the streets on weekdays. The wives who sit under the eaves and the parents are tying their wives in their wives are not sure where they have gone.

Could something be wrong?

Lin Cheng was confused and couldn't help but speed up his pace. Soon he followed the way out of the village to the entrance of the village. He saw people in the village gathering under the only big locust tree at the entrance of the village, chattering and talking about something.

Seeing that everyone was there and there were no outsiders around, Lin Cheng felt relieved and walked over slowly, intending to see what happened.

At this moment, the crowd around also found Lin Cheng and shouted: "Oh, brother Dacheng, you are finally here. Hurry up, you have seen the world outside, come and judge everyone, and see what the third uncle does!"

Since Linjia Village is called Linjia Village, the people living in the village are naturally all members of the Lin family, aunts and aunts, real relatives who break bones and tendons.

The third uncle, who was also named Lin, has a single name, Xiang. He was in his fifties and was the only one in the village who had studied. At the end of the Sui Dynasty, the world was in chaos and his business was ruined. He returned to the village and took up the position of the chief of the village.

Lin Xiang was surrounded by a group of tribe members, and was already a little angry. When the man yelled like this, he suddenly became anxious and pointed at the man and scolded: "Old Ba, you, the bastard who forgot your ancestors, wasn't you so worried about eating lard? If I had a way, what should I do to take on this job?"

The young man who is called the eighth young man looked not a serious person at first sight. After being scolded, he choked with his neck: "Uncle San, I think you are always eating lard and bewildered! The little food we plant in our village every year is not enough to eat, so there is no leftover to feed the livestock. You got so much at once. I'm not trying to cheat everyone. In my opinion, you may have taken advantage of others when you are outside, so you work so hard."

"You, you..." Lin Xiang was so angry that he almost exploded. He pointed at Lao Ba and couldn't even say a complete sentence.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Lin Cheng's face was full of question marks.

Lao Ba knew that the thugs in the village were idle all day long, stealing, and not doing serious things. He usually disdained to pay attention to such people.

But, what's going on with livestock and food? Although Uncle San is a little bored, he usually treats the tribesmen in the village well. He will take the initiative to help anyone with big and small matters. Why is this time the least popular junior in a village pointed at the nose and scolded, but there is no one to help persuade him?

Following the way given by the villagers, Lin Cheng came to the big locust tree at the entrance of the village. As soon as he entered, he saw a scene that shocked him.

Wooden cages all over the ground, chickens, ducks and piglets all over the ground.

Even though Lin Cheng was a soldier outside, he was a little confused when he saw so many livestock and poultry. He looked at the angry Lin Xiang and asked blankly: "Uncle San, are you... robbing?"
Chapter completed!