The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 875: New City in the North
Luo Muyu pushed open the old door of the temple.

Under the shining of the Golden Crow, the sky was slightly blue.

Under the swaying pear blossoms, looking out, you can see the peaceful and tranquil inner city.

It is totally different from the outer city today with its bustling crowds of people and heavy traffic.

She turned around and asked Bai Xuan who was standing guard outside: "How is it? Still no sign of the pilgrims from the four countries?"

Bai Xuan shook her head.

"I have been watching closely, but I have not seen anything, nor have I reported anything."

"Strange... In previous years, it always descended directly inside the temple." Luo Muyu frowned.

She turned her head to look at the temple behind her, and saw the statue of the Supreme God with a blurred outline in the curling green smoke, and there was no one else.

This temple is located at the top of the Great Wall. It is not very big, so you can see it all at a glance.

After all, the past Divine Blessing pilgrims came here just for the sake of formality. The Great Wall was bitterly cold, the food was bland, and there was no fun at all, so no one wanted to stay for long.

Even the big shots in the temple mostly just sent messengers, or appeared as shadows, went through the formalities hastily and then left.

According to the current time, the diplomatic missions in previous years would have already gathered together, and they just wanted to arrive early and finish early, so as not to delay the journey until night and be unable to set off.

But now there is no trace of it, which is very unusual.

Bai Xuan saw the deputy's expression change slightly, and asked hesitantly: "Should I report this to the Lord?"

"Not yet." Luo Muyu shook his head. "My Lord, you have been working hard to open the mountain overnight. I guess you must be very tired. It's better not to disturb you."

"Yes." Bai Xuan nodded, and couldn't help but sighed in a low voice: "But, sir, it is indeed... not easy."

Luo Muyu also sighed: "Alas, if it weren't for you digging the tunnel, how could we have received the flying car in time and settled these people in."

The two men's gazes fell towards the distance - above the outer city below the inner city, thin sticks were flying from far to near. When they got closer, they realized that they were flying cars, slowly landing on the edge of the outer city.

The Storm Ridge has already moved south, which is the mountain where the two people mentioned that the city lord had dug a tunnel.

Now that the restrictions around the outer city have been lifted, a huge temporary platform has been built for the flying cars to park.

There were guards lined up on all sides to guide the people.

The door of the flying carriage slowly opened, and countless people filed out, looking confused and terrified.

Song Ru was looking at the soldiers under her command, who were standing by the car door counting the number of people one by one and verifying their identity information.

Because there are so many people, this process takes quite a long time.

On the other platform, a flying car also landed, led by Captain Chen Shanyuan, who was responsible for counting and guiding the team.

There were four people following Song Ru who had no work to do.

An old soldier muttered while smoking a pipe: "Alas, Bai Xuan is really not a good person. She is receiving those priests upstairs, and we are here to entertain these refugees..."

Song Ru glanced at him coldly.

This old Mo was originally from the Northern Army. After surrendering, he was incorporated into Song Ru's army. Now he said with the look of a veteran, "Alas, you don't know how much profit you can make by entertaining these priests!"

As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers together, with a greedy look on his face.

"Not to mention, if you serve well, God will show some favoritism when he blesses you!"

A young soldier asked back: "Lao Mo, you are just bragging, right? You are only guarding the outer city. Even back then, it was not your turn to entertain the priest!"

Lao Mo's eyes widened. "Although I am guarding the outer city, I am also the gate from the outer city to the inner city. As for the big shots in the inner city... Hehe, I have dealt with them before!"

At this time, a cunning man from a dark corner sneered: "Haha, yes, everyone knows that you are guarding the city. If you were not drunk and blind, and had not blocked the Lord and the general's son from the inner city, the general and the inner city defenders would not have disappeared..."

Lao Mo's face flushed, and he said anxiously: "Who said this? How can these two things be related? And no one knows when the inner city disappeared!"

"I guess it was the little girl who was guarding the city at the time who said that. Damn it, she pushed the blame onto me..."

No one was too lazy to pay attention to his nonsense.

At this time, the soldiers who were counting the number of people came over and reported to Song Ru: "Report to Captain Song! This is the third flying car from Qinghe, with a total of 564 people. Compared with the information sent by Qinghe, it is verified to be correct. There are still 12 cars in the back."

"You lead everyone into the outer city." Song Ru nodded and confirmed the information on the spiritual message, "Let's live in Hai District 3 first."

"Yes!"

The sergeant saluted.

At this time, Yan Laosan volunteered, saying, "Captain Song, can I go with you?"

Song Ru hesitated for a moment and said, "You have only been in the army for one day, so you should learn from the sidelines."

"I would like to take this opportunity to learn." Yan Laosan said sincerely.

Niu Yuanji, who was standing by, glanced at him and muttered, "A conspicuous bag..."

Yan Laosan continued, "I know the confused state of mind of these people and will be able to comfort them better."

Seeing his simple face full of sincerity, Song Ru nodded in agreement.

So, under Niu Yuanji's disdainful look, Yan Laosan followed the soldier and led the people who were standing on the platform looking around in confusion, and walked from the platform to the residential area of ​​the outer city.

Today, the outer city of the Great Wall is centered on Zuibai Garden under the giant pear tree. The area where indigenous people live is called "Little Green Garden". To the south is Tiangongfang, a large area transformed from a mining area.

The rest is endless residential area.

Although exposed in the snowfield, they are protected by the spiritual light of the protective formation. Even the wind and snow are difficult to fall on them, which adds a sense of security.

Yan Laosan then introduced it to the people: "Don't be fooled by the fact that there are no high walls around it, but this is an ancient evil-repelling spirit formation set up by the chief Tiangong master of Qingyun Pavilion. It has extraordinary defensive power..."

"You've heard of Qingyun Pavilion, right? The flying car that brought you here was made by Qingyun Pavilion, and its headquarters is in Chang'an!"

As he led the way, he talked eloquently: "The court arranged for you to come to the Great Wall so that you can settle down properly. There is no shortage of food and clothing here, and the place is large. Even the sunshine that is rarely seen in Chang'an can be found here."

"Yes, although it is close to the northern border, there are two thousand cultivators above the initial realm, and three masters of the Shenzang realm, not to mention - the Divine Protection Tour's envoys are also here... Who dares to act rashly?"

The soldier next to him was usually taciturn, but now he nodded silently.

Originally he was worried that he was not good at speaking and would not be able to comfort these newly arrived and panicked people, but he did not expect that Yan Laosan's speech was so clear and logical, which made people feel much more at ease.

Before the imperial court could come up with measures to deal with the situation of the northern border's continued southward migration, the northern border could only continuously accept the people migrating from the south.

I remembered what Lao Mo had muttered privately before:

"There's nothing we can do. Ever since we accepted the refugees from Canglin Town..."

At that time, he avoided talking about Yan Laosan and Niu Yuanji, but Lao Mo still adjusted his wording carefully.

"Ahem, common people, it's not that it's bad, it's just that because of this precedent, the court thinks that our northern border can provide a guarantee, and it has to provide a guarantee..."

"The court says that the Northern Territory is taking in these disaster victims along the way." Lao Mo shook his head, "But in reality, everyone knows that other cities are unwilling to take care of them. These days, everyone is busy taking care of themselves. Where is there room for these people?"

"But who can blame us for having such a large territory in the North? However, the resources are not abundant!"

However, this problem has been temporarily alleviated for the time being.

No one knows how the adults have negotiated with the court, but the Ministry of Revenue has promised to allocate a batch of disaster relief supplies.

The Xie family, the Wang family and other aristocratic families also took the initiative to donate a large amount of resources to support the Northern Border, and at the same time responded to some recent controversies from the public.

As for the Wen family, that goes without saying.

Qinghe was the place where the Wen family made their fortune. Although Mr. Wen had long since left Qinghe for Chang'an, he did not forget his hometown and specially prepared a batch of supplies, which were transported to the northern border by flying car.

In addition, it was originally conveyed among the people that anyone who moved to the northern border had to participate in labor - cultivating fields, raising livestock, building houses, and mining, following the example of the Tang ancestors who had worked hard under the leadership of Emperor Xuanwen three hundred years ago to build the Great Wall in the north.

These words were repeated by Yan Laosan.

Although it sounds hard, having work to do proves that everything here is planned. Following the example of the predecessors arouses enthusiasm in everyone's hearts.

As a result, the migrants who originally had doubts began to feel a little more at ease.