Everyone under the city wall stared at each other.
On the city wall, Zhang Dongyun seemed to be unaware of this. "Let's get started."
Everyone had no choice but to start plowing the fields.
The Hanshan school people did not slack off. They observed the Tang Army's surrendered soldiers who could do farm work while pondering.
"Tianyu, leave this to us. You go out and deal with the refugees," Martial Uncle Zhao told Hui Tianyu.
He looked up at the city wall and whispered, "This senior is so absurd. Maybe he wants to test us."
"Don't worry. We'll follow the senior's instructions seriously. Whether we can succeed or not, we'll do our best. Even if we don't get any harvest in the end, I believe the senior won't blame us for his negligence."
Martial Uncle Zhao smiled. "At the very least, if he's really so absurd, I think the legendary City Lord of Chang 'an will come out to stop him and set things right."
The surrendered Tang Army soldiers also had doubts in their hearts.
But now they had to bow their heads under the eaves.
They all secretly endured it and worked diligently.
But in their hearts, they only thought that the old man in black was making fun of them.
The other party was so absurd that they couldn't help but secretly hope that one day the Eastern Tang army would come and save them from the sea of bitterness.
Hui Tianyu's one eye flickered slightly. "With the senior's previous boldness, of course, he won't do this. On the contrary …"
He glanced at the city wall above. "I don't think the senior will do this for no reason. Maybe there's a deeper meaning in this arrangement."
Martial Uncle Zhao nodded. "Well, I'll keep an eye on the others. Listen to the orders and wait and see. But you should be more careful on this trip. It's very likely that you'll run into Du Kun's army."
He lowered his voice again and said, "When you go out this time, in addition to running errands for Chang 'an, remember to go back to the Front Gate of our sect and give the Dark Night Sword to the Sect Leader and the others. This is the most important thing.
"I understand. Martial Uncle, don't worry."
The one-eyed young man said goodbye to his fellow disciples and then saluted Zhang Dongyun on the city wall. Then, he left and went out of the mountain again.
Zhang Dongyun watched as the other party's figure disappeared, and his gaze returned to the farmland below.
He naturally knew that Hui Tianyu and the others were worried about the barren fields.
But Castellan Zhang didn't intend to farm normally.
Otherwise, how many months and years would it take to reap the harvest?
Zhang Dongyun's idea could be summed up in five words:
Great strength creates miracles.
Actually, if one really wanted to describe it, the people outside the city who were plowing the fields could also be considered a miracle from another perspective.
There was a limited supply of cattle.
However, martial artists who had reached the level of Second Realm Elite were already stronger than Barbarian Bulls.
Zhang Dongyun supervised the workers. They plowed the fields as soon as possible and either sowed or transplanted the seedlings.
After that, the people on the ground were powerless.
They could only curse in their hearts that the black-clothed old man on the city wall didn't behave himself and only knew how to cause trouble.
But the next moment, everyone from the Hanshan school and the group of Tang Army surrendered soldiers were all stunned on the spot.
In the field, the soil trembled slightly.
Not long after, seedlings began to emerge from the ground.
Looking at the verdant seedlings, everyone subconsciously rubbed their eyes.
But later, it was proven that they weren't seeing things.
Under everyone's stunned gazes, the seedlings in the field grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At this rate, they would probably reap a harvest in a few days' time.
Everything in front of them completely violated everyone's inherent understanding.
Some of the Hanshan school disciples instinctively wanted to get closer to verify whether all this was real.
Elder Zhao was shocked. When he came back to his senses, he quickly pulled his disciple back.
On the other hand, some of the Tang Army surrendered soldiers couldn't help but walk along the ridges into the field and reach out to touch the seedlings.
As soon as he touched them, his hand suddenly retracted as if he had been electrocuted.
"It's real, it's real …"
The man's eyes were dazed. Only the word "real" came out of his mouth as he muttered and repeated it to himself.
Everyone came back to their senses from their daze. They were all bewildered.
Then, a second person, a third person … People kept coming to the field to check.
But in the end, they all looked incredulous.
No one from the Hanshan school went to the field. But in the face of this scene, they also felt incredulous.
"We planted the seeds and seedlings with our own hands. That senior shouldn't have had the chance to tamper with them, right?"
A young disciple secretly glanced at the old man in black on the city wall.
"Keep your voice down. What are you talking about? If that senior hears us, we'll all be in serious trouble! "A fellow disciple next to him reprimanded.
Another person's face was full of disbelief. "Then what's going on?"
"Could it be that this land is fertile beyond our imagination? It's rich in spiritual energy. Could it be a spiritual field?" Someone guessed.
The person next to him whispered, "We didn't feel it when we were plowing the field just now …"
The person who spoke earlier looked even more impressed. "In that case, could it be that this senior's personal work? This is simply the work of an immortal! "
This was even more amazing than moving mountains to create fields.
The disciples discussed animatedly. Elder Zhao didn't say anything, but he also had many guesses in his heart. He only felt that Chang 'an City and the people in the city were becoming more and more unfathomable.
They suspected the old man in black before, but they were really frogs at the bottom of a well. They didn't know how big the world outside the well was.
He quietly looked at the city wall.
He saw that the old man in black was looking down at them with a faint smile.
Elder Zhao was shocked. He subconsciously knelt on one knee and bowed his head to Zhang Dongyun on the city wall to beg for forgiveness.
When the disciples of the Hanshan school around him saw this, they were also frightened. They followed their Uncle-Master's example and knelt down to beg for forgiveness.
Many of those who surrendered to the Tang Army were not martial artists. They were just farmers before they joined the army.
They didn't think so much. When they saw this almost miraculous scene, they directly prostrated themselves on the ground and regarded Zhang Dongyun on the city wall as a god.
Zhang Dongyun looked at the thriving seedlings in the fields below the city wall and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it was close to the city, so he could still exert influence.
He was actually using a huge amount of spiritual energy to water and nurture the fields below.
The spiritual energy was so rich that it was even stronger than the fertilizers on the Blue Planet in his previous life. It directly changed the laws of nature.
The amount of spiritual energy needed for this was, of course, astronomical.
And because it was outside the city, most of the spiritual energy was actually dissipated and wasted.
The amount of spiritual energy that played a role in the fields was pitifully small compared to the actual total output.
In terms of efficiency, it was really inefficient.
But if the total amount was infinite, to some extent, it didn't matter whether it was wasted or not.
City Lord Zhang had nothing else now, but he could definitely afford to waste the spiritual energy.
As long as the crops could bear it and were not destroyed, Zhang Dongyun would provide the maximum amount of spiritual energy.
Therefore, in a few days, the fields were already golden.
The harvest season had arrived …
"I'll leave it to you." Zhang Dongyun turned into the old man in black and casually ordered.
The people of the Hanshan school and the surrendered soldiers of the Tang Army, who had long been convinced and admired him, immediately went to the fields to harvest and then threshed.
In addition to the grain fields, there were also vegetable fields. All kinds of fruits and vegetables in the orchard welcomed a bumper harvest.
Even the livestock and poultry in captivity were growing rapidly and gradually approaching the standard of being ready for slaughter.
Zhang Dongyun looked at all this from the city wall and nodded slightly.
The reason why the refugees were refugees was that they couldn't survive in their hometown.
When they first arrived in Chang 'an, they were poor and couldn't even solve the problem of food.
Now that Master Zhang was working hard to create miracles, they could settle down with food.
He didn't want to raise useless rice worms. The current wave was just an emergency and building a foundation.
After they settled down, they should be self-reliant and even support him, the City Lord.
If there were idiots who were grateful for one thing and hated another, there would naturally be corresponding people who would teach them what the iron fist dictatorship in the fantasy world was.
When he read novels on the Blue Planet in his previous life, Zhang Dongyun sometimes couldn't help but think that in such a cultivation and fantasy world, as long as it didn't become a slave society, it could be considered quite civilized.
"Now, let's see when Hui Tianyu brings the people back."
Zhang Dongyun said to himself, "It's more likely that the army under Du Kun's command will come first."
While he was thinking, his heart suddenly stirred slightly.
There seemed to be a sound coming from the distant forest.
The next moment, several people rushed out of the forest and ran wildly in the direction of Chang 'an.
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