After lunch, the people of the distant county and the mountain people who ran down took new tools to repair the road.
The children helped to lift the soil and stones.
The Winged Knights put down their weapons and helped to build a simple shack.
Li Feng brought people to ask the people who worked in the county about the situation. How many people were there in the family, how old were they, and whether they were men or women.
After asking each person, he took out ink and asked the people to print their fingerprints.
After being asked, the people quickly took the tools to repair the road. They worked hard and were more than ten times faster than before.
Two days ago, they used bamboo shovels to work. They could obviously scoop up more than half of the soil at once, but they had to scoop up one-fifth of it.
He switched to a shovel and kicked it down. The shovel was full. Ten steps apart, the shovel slid out steadily.
The tools belonged to the people. If the people knew where there were herbs and beasts, they would go and hunt them.
When they brought them back, they would be counted as money and bought the tools for the people to bring home.
It was similar to Nanmen Li Mu and Qianjin City's horse bones. The people trusted the officials, and at the same time, they gained benefits through their own efforts.
The mountain people brought tools. They were not very good, but they were also replaced with good tools.
If the mountain people brought the tools back, they would have to pay back in installments without interest.
The tools bought in bulk were cheap. The chief wanted to take them all, and the village would pay back later.
In the afternoon, more people came. Some of the bailiffs who had left before returned home to report. They were very happy that they were going to be rich.
The people in the county spread the news. They did not know the situation of their families, so they gathered together to cook and rushed over.
The old man, the old lady, the older children leading the younger children, and the women with father and son working, all ran to the place where the road was being repaired.
They saw many horses and people. The road was in full swing.
The men in the county were bare-chested, and the women were only wearing underwear.
The Winged Knights were also bare-chested. Autumn in Guangzhou was hot, even after the three hottest days.
They used two people to cut the wood and tied the mats with branches. The wood was erected, and the mats were tied together. A shack was formed.
It was not a shack for the three religions, but more like a house.
After a section of the road was repaired, the shack was removed, and they moved forward. Usually, they would change places every few miles to save time.
The fresh wood was heavy. Three or four Winged Knights carried it over. There was no slacking.
Under normal circumstances, only two people were required to carry the logs. If there were too many people, someone might not be able to put in the effort.
The Winged Knights specialized in this. Everyone had to exert their strength, or else the wood would not be able to be lifted. The weight was designed that way.
No one would slack off. Slacking off would harm their comrades.
The tree bark was not thin, and it pressed against his shoulder, leaving a deep mark. It was painful to look at.
When handling wood and branches, when they hit the body, red lines would appear on the skin and the skin would bulge.
The Winged Knights remained expressionless. He was used to it.
They had scars from their training, so they didn't need Li Yi to remove them. Just keep them, it wasn't embarrassing.
Anyway, a person with scars was more intimidating than a person with tattoos.
Later on, the people in the county saw another group of people wearing khaki-colored official robes. They held tongs in their hands and were writing and drawing.
"Father, why are you here? This is the new County Magistrate, Li Mingfu. There are also the County Deputy, County Lieutenant, and Secretary. They are all from the Li Family Zhuangzi. Father, you can rest. I can't leave. "
A person wielding a pickaxe stopped and wiped the sweat off his face. He greeted an old man from the group of people and picked up the pickaxe again.
"Didn't we agree to work but not put in any effort? Do you think you can eat your fill if you risk your life? "The old man stared at him and told him his plan.
"Uncle Chen, don't scold him. We have to do it. The new officials are from the Chang 'an Ba Shui Li Family Zhuangzi. They will cook for us when they arrive. Li Mingfu is good at making pies."
A woman beside the pickaxe spoke up. She was standing beside the man wielding the pickaxe.
This man was the old man's youngest son. He had just turned 20 years old and was single.
The woman was one year older than him. She had a husband's family before. Her husband's family despised her for being poor. It was mainly because she was pretty and there were rumors about her.
With this man, the two of them hit it off.
The old man was shrewd and understood at a glance. He stared at her and said, "Why are your clothes so small? Where does the heat go? "
"Understood, Uncle Chen." The woman quickly put on her coat.
"Later, ask Si 'zi's mother to make a fitting undergarment for you." The old man said and looked at Li Feng.
"My daughter's clothes are small but her breasts are big. Old Man Chen, why do you care?" A woman in her fifties came over.
"Why are you talking about this?" The old man stared at her. He couldn't bear the murderous look in her eyes and spoke to Li Feng.
"You'll pay?" The old man knew that he didn't get paid before.
"No. Yan Jie and the others agreed to pay. Zhang Gong's Department of Shipping will not pay. My Li Family Zhuangzi has money, but we can't spend it like this."
Li Feng shook his head and explained the situation clearly.
He then said, "You need to wear clothes and shoes to work. We will make two sets of clothes and two pairs of shoes for you. You need to eat. There will be meat for every meal."
"Okay." The old man understood. They didn't pay directly but gave benefits. It was a rule.
"But." Li Feng had something else to say, "Provide the approximate location of the beasts and help to gather herbs. We will pay for it."
Another villager added, "Now we need grass curtains to block the gaps in the shacks to prevent mosquitoes from entering.
You can go back and do it. We will pay for it. When the roads are repaired, the curtains will be given to the workers. "
Everyone, including the workers, understood. They wouldn't be paid and would be compensated elsewhere.
It was equivalent to weaving curtains for one's own family. The imperial court would pay for it.
The old man's fingers moved as he prepared to weave the curtains.
At the same time, he reminded, "I heard that someone from the Yan family has been promoted. It won't be easy for you to do things in the county office. There are other people from the Yan family here."
"My family's Dongzhu is a high-ranking official. Why would he care about a small county like yours?" Li Feng was firm and gave the people confidence.
"Good, good." The old man was happy. Now that he had someone to rely on, the situation had changed.
They took out the food they brought and gave it to Li Feng and the rest. They could eat for the night.
When the sky turned dark, the people who came back went back. They prepared to start making curtains for their own families to block mosquitoes and earn money.
The people who had eaten continued to work. They said that when they were tired, they would sleep until the sun rose.
The children of the villagers couldn't take it anymore. After eating, they went to bed early.
Li Feng and the rest brought a hundred Winged Knights and rushed to the county to collect the accounts.
They believed that the accounts were messy now. Many of the accounts weren't recorded.
At this time, the accounts were the most authentic. The people of the Yan family had probably been promoted and weren't afraid of people checking the accounts.
"Will there be a fire? Burn it all, including the accounts and the storehouse. "A villager thought of a possibility.
Afraid that people would check the accounts, they might as well burn it. There were no accounts to check, so the items in the storehouse were also burned.
Such things happened in any era, especially when it came to grain management. This included replacing old rice with new rice.
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