What a lucky world!

Chapter 220 The Ice Silkworm is dead!

That night, Zhang Mu personally escorted Bai Qiye down the mountain.

It's not that I'm being impolite, it's just that the sooner we get the formation and set it up, the sooner the safety of Qianyuan Wuzhai can be guaranteed.

After dealing with these things, Zhang Mu returned to the courtyard where he lived.

In addition to the matter of the formation, there is another matter that is Wuzhai’s current priority.

population!

In the Qianyuan battle, although the people in the back mountain did not suffer much impact, the soldiers in Wuzhai lost 70%.

These warriors are not just strong young men. Each of them has martial arts skills and knows some boxing and kicking techniques. Their cultivation has reached the Tongmai realm.

In addition, the number of White Horse Volunteers also decreased by 60%.

All of these require new population to replenish.

You know, just to maintain order, almost all the combat-capable soldiers in Wuzhai have been mobilized.

Of course, there are solutions, such as how to deal with captured soldiers in a war.

Nowadays, their former masters have basically become Jingguan, and the old stronghold has been occupied by other forces. It has become a stray dog and is not a concern.

However, if these soldiers are to be used, they still need to be carefully screened. If they have killed the lives of Qianyuan soldiers, then sorry, hard labor of atonement awaits them.

Although they each serve their own master, blood feud can only be avenged with blood feud.

Fortunately, Zhang Mu also promised that he would bring their families and children from other mountain villages and properly accommodate them. After all, Qianyuan Mountain was short of people right now. This reassured these people to a great extent.

As for those enemy soldiers who have not yet taken any lives, they will first be forced to do hard labor, then educated, and finally recruited for their own use.

To this end, he gave a half-day class to Han Wanli and several leaders, roughly explaining some routines of political work, which made everyone feel like they had found a treasure. After Wei Wuyou knew about it, he ran over with serious injuries, and did not allow Zhang Mu to say anything more, but asked Zhang Mu to tell him that he would slowly select people he could fully trust to continue learning.

According to Wei Wuyou, what Zhang Mu said was the "dragon-slaying technique" that had never been seen before in ancient times and should not be passed on lightly!

Of course, these are stopgap measures.

The next two months are crucial.

Because, it’s spring tax day again!

Every year at this time, a large number of tax evaders and refugees appear, which is why the major martial arts forts need to strengthen their forces. Even though they are short of manpower, Zhang Mu still managed to squeeze out a lot of people to deal with this major recruitment of refugees. Luo Yunxiu from the Water Fort was also very helpful in this regard, and he offered to help Qianyuan Martial Arts Fort recruit refugees.

By the time we had finalized the rules for all these things, it was already late at night.

Without rushing to rest, Zhang Mu made himself a pot of tea and took out a letter from his arms.

The letter that came with the Gentian Silver Spear.

Ever since he got involved in the Qianyuan War, dealt with the war, and then prepared to take over as the village chief, Zhang Mu had been very busy for the past few days. He was unwilling to read the letter in a hurry, and only now did he have a little free time.

There was no name on the envelope. After removing the sealing wax and taking out the letter paper from inside and unfolding it, beautiful handwriting immediately appeared in front of Zhang Mu.

Unconsciously, a smile appeared on Zhang Mu's lips, dispelling the fatigue in his heart.

"Brother Mu, it's been a while since we last met. Are you okay?"

"I think it should be good. You are not a bad person, and God will not make things difficult for you. You are not the kind of stupid good person who would even fool people with your real name."

"My grandpa said that although life may be harder for people like you, you will eventually live a good life."

"During the New Year, Tiannan City is bustling with activity. My family has a guest scholar who has developed a new type of firework. When it flies into the sky and explodes, it transforms into a flying Buddhist goddess. It's quite beautiful."

"I think this thing should be sold to Buddhists. If we release it on the Buddha's birthday, we should be able to make a lot of money."

"It's more convenient than those great monks trying to condense their own martial arts images to put on a show."

"If you are free, come with me to talk. I am a girl and it is not easy for me to bargain with a big monk."

"My grandpa and second uncle had another fight a few days ago because of me."

"They didn't throw tantrums or curse at each other like women do. Both of them were smiling, but I knew they were arguing, and it was a very fierce argument."

"Forget it, let's not talk about these unhappy things."

"The thousand-year-old ice silkworm felt very comfortable in the spear and didn't want to come out, so I asked a senior to help me refine it into a spear spirit." "At present, the ice silkworm is still a juvenile, so it is only a yellow-level spirit weapon, roughly equivalent to the early stage of the Condensation Realm."

"But as the ice silkworm grows, the spear can grow."

"That's all I have to say."

"New flowers will bloom soon."

"It's chilly in spring, please dress warmly and take care of yourself."

The letter was not long, and there was even less introduction about the Gentian Silver Spear. It was just like an ordinary letter, sharing life with Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu read it for a full quarter of an hour, then folded it carefully, put it in an envelope, picked up a copy of the "Book of Songs" on the desk, and put the letter in it.

He picked up the pen to write a reply, but then he remembered that he had no idea where to send it.

Tiannan City?

It is said to be a city, but in fact it is a small country. Without special channels, it is difficult to deliver it to her.

Putting down the pen, Zhang Mu thought for a while.

Once Wuzhai is settled, maybe we can go to Tiannan City.

Not for anything else, but mainly because the flowers there are about to bloom, so I went to enjoy them...

……

Southern Xinjiang, Holy Village.

The old high priest stroked the snake head in his hand that was spitting out saliva, and looked at Zhuge Nanxian who was writing with a kind face.

After a while, Zhuge Nanxian finished writing, raised his head and called out "Ada".

In the language of people in the Central Plains, this means grandpa and grandma.

The Holy Village's High Priest smiled and replied, "Diexian, I heard you gave the ice silkworm away?"

Zhuge Nanxian shook his head: "No. The ice silkworm died because it wasn't raised properly."

"Dead, dead!" the high priest said with a smile, "but what about Huoga and the others?"

Huo Ga is the elder of the Holy Village and one of the top five weapon forgers in Southern Xinjiang.

"Uncle Huoga is living a good life in the city." Zhuge Nanxian looked away with a guilty look.

"Let them come back." The high priest said lovingly, "There are still many things that Huoga needs to do in the village."

"The guy from Huoga's room came to see me today, crying and making a fuss."

After a pause, the high priest continued, "Let them come back. Ah Da will help you issue a silence order."

"Seal...seal what?" Zhuge Nanxian looked at the high priest and said seriously, "The ice silkworm is dead!"

The high priest nodded: "Yes, yes, yes. He is dead."

"The ice silkworm, which could live for a thousand years and had the blood of a great sage, accidentally froze itself to death."

"Ada understands."

"This kind of thing, although it doesn't happen often, it can happen occasionally."

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Nanxian blushed slightly, then immediately restrained his expression and nodded seriously.

"Ada, the ice silkworm is dead, you have to help me pick a good natal Gu Ling."

The high priest sighed softly and nodded: "Then don't die so easily again."

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