Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 393 Everything is in need of rebuilding
In April, spring is warm, and the river breeze is intoxicating.

As the morning sun gilded the water's surface with golden scales, ripples spread and the faint sounds of people could be heard.

More than a month has passed since Li Qing captured Jiangcheng Mountain.

After a long period of militarized management, the shipping company has finally reopened today.

The gates at both ends of the bridge opened, and under the watchful eyes of the imposing soldiers on both sides, the travelers, with a mixture of tension and urgency, carried their luggage and departed.

Li Qing leaned against the windowsill on the third floor, watching lazily.

She had just gotten up in the morning, wearing only a close-fitting corset around her waist, and leaned against the window, not caring if anyone saw her.

A breeze ruffled her long hair as she took a sip of her hot tea, then looked away from the bridge and gazed at the riverbank not far away.

The last two battalions to arrive were lined up there.

All the follow-up troops have arrived. Apart from the troops that must remain to guard Hebei and the personnel stationed at outposts along the way, Li Qing only has 30,000 men in Jiangcheng Mountain.

But she will be facing one of the most powerful and influential generals in Qin Province, Li Xu of Eastern Qin.

An ordinary person would be scratching their head in anxiety right now; few could be as calm as her.

"Tuk Tuk"

The knocking was expected, and Li Qing didn't even turn her head, simply saying, "Come in."

Chen Qianye entered through the door.

With the ship's condition stabilized, Chen Qianye was able to extricate himself from the Xianhe River area.

Speaking of which, Li Qing's bedroom could be considered her "boudoir," but Chen Qianye walked in without the slightest hesitation, and even when he looked up and saw Li Qing's clothes, his eyes showed no emotion whatsoever.

He held two lists in his hand, placed them on the table and tapped them: "Old Song compiled these. If we use all the resources available to the ship crew, we can probably take in another 10,000 or so refugees. However, we'll have to rely on Hebei for supplies, and the training will also take time."

Li Qing waved his hand: "I said we should treat Jiangcheng Mountain as a long-term territory and not rush to consume supplies."

Chen Qianye frowned: "We only have 30,000 men. Even if Li Xu is a pushover, he has held onto Eastern Qin for so long. If he were to send a large army to crush us..."

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

Li Qing placed the teacup on the windowsill and laughed, "The direction of the two rivers is predetermined. Jiangcheng Mountain is a place where you can fight from west to east, but you can't fight from east to west."

The Xianhe and Lushui rivers flow from west to east and converge at the foot of Jiangcheng Mountain. In other words, those coming from the west can advance from both sides by land, and may even take Jiangcheng Mountain first.

However, if they want to launch a strong attack from the east, they can only rely on their own powerful navy.

"Moreover, Li Xu is cautious to the point of being cowardly. Now that he has Qu Ying's help, he thinks that as long as he waits for the Dragon Cauldron to be restored, he will have the key to victory and will not send troops to challenge us."

Fame is earned through battle. Li Qing has fought countless battles over the years, earning him the reputation of a fierce and invincible warrior.

In contrast, the Eastern Marquis's territory was shrinking, and when the two armies actually faced off, their morale was completely different.

Chen Qianye scratched his head, feeling a bit conflicted: "So, what about that Dragon Cauldron? Are we just going to ignore it?"

"We want to help, but we're powerless to do anything about it. We can't even get into Guancang City right now."

Li Qing finally sighed helplessly at this point.

But then, taking advantage of the topic of the Dragon Cauldron and the Broken Jade Man, she couldn't help but think of the person on Jiangcheng Mountain now.

"What about Pei Xia? What has she been doing lately?" she asked.

Chen Qianye did not send anyone to specifically monitor Pei Xia, but he would occasionally find some excuse to send someone up to take a look.

When the new mountain master was mentioned, Chen Qianye's expression became somewhat strange: "He teaches on the mountain."

"teach……"

Li Qing was also taken aback: "Teaching?"

……

“When a person is born, his nature is good.”

"Natures are similar, but habits make them different."

"If not taught, one's nature will change."

"The way of teaching values ​​specialization."

The sound of students reciting their lessons echoed in the square in front of Wangjiang Tower. Pei Xia sat on the head of a stone lion with her legs crossed, holding a blade of grass in her hand, listening to them recite while swinging around in circles.

Strictly speaking, there are some things in the Three Character Classic that Pei Xia, as a transmigrator, does not agree with.

But it's okay, as long as Kyushu approves.

As for some inexplicable allusions and historical references... well, we can leave them unexplained.

Occasionally, when someone asks him who the "Meng Mu" in "Xi Meng Mu" was, Pei Xia says he doesn't know.

Anyway, Pei Xia himself couldn't memorize it all; "these four directions correspond to the center" was his limit.

Our main goal is to grasp the spirit of the text, and incidentally learn some characters.

Hearing the sound of reading, Pei Xia glanced at them.

In just over a month, with enough to eat and wear and some work to do, people look much more energetic, their complexion returns to its fullness, and their eyes begin to sparkle.

Including those "wild" habits, most of them have also faded away.

If it is a deeply ingrained bad habit, it may sometimes take the efforts of several generations to correct and change it.

Fortunately, the collapse of Qin Prefecture didn't happen in two hundred years, but in twenty.

This shows Pei Xia's good eye when choosing people.

Those who can bring their own bowls demonstrate that even in the most difficult times, they still understand the necessity of tools; they are intelligent people.

Those who can bring their children into this chaotic world, whether from a sense of responsibility or emotional perspective, demonstrate that their humanity is not entirely lost.

As for Pei Xia's final choice, the ones she picked the most were those over thirty-five. These people might not be outstanding in terms of mental or physical strength, but one thing is certain: their youth was spent in the old Qin State before it completely collapsed, and they have experience living as normal people.

"It's starting to look decent," Pei Xia muttered to herself.

First, create a normal environment, and then gradually increase the number of people as needed. Assimilation is always easier than discipline.

The morning recitation class didn't last long. Once everyone had recited "应乎中", Pei Xia waved his hand, indicating that they could disperse.

In a month, not much could actually be accomplished.

The original servants' quarters were rebuilt so-so; they were ugly in appearance, but at least they could provide shelter from the wind and rain.

There are six rooms in a row, and five people in each room. The kang (a heated brick bed) is just the right number of people to sleep in.

The originally planned fields are thriving. Although the buried corpses may not have started to decompose yet, the essence that has seeped into the soil is more than just "fertility" for these ordinary food crops.

Within a month, the rice stalks were all hanging down with full ears of grain.

Although the quantity sown was small and the final yield was not much, it was definitely of superior quality as subsequent rice seed.

It's a pity that too few cultivators died on Jiangcheng Mountain. I don't even want to think about what would have happened if ten thousand had died.

There's also the Wangjiang Tower, which is currently the most luxurious and complete building on the mountain besides the palace, and Pei Xia plans to renovate it.

The first step, of course, is to clean it up, but the fighting was so fierce that day that blood seeped into the wood. It's been a whole month, and it's still not completely clean. Every now and then, bits of flesh from some unknown hero are still being pulled out from the cracks.

Overall, with the addition of these thirty people, the reconstruction of Jiangcheng Mountain has been accelerated.

However, the shortcomings are still quite obvious.

Take building a house for example. It's so difficult to repair and rebuild on ruins, let alone build something from scratch.

Even Pei Xia couldn't help with this. He could manage to build a few wooden houses like in the Changjingmen Cave, but building a canteen or schoolhouse for thirty or more people was completely out of the question. Only a proper carpenter or bricklayer could do it.

Furthermore, even if one is skilled in farming, it is impossible to keep only such a small plot of land forever, nor is it possible to grow only rice forever. In the future, one may also need to raise poultry and livestock. These seem like things that can be done easily, but in Qinzhou, there are not many people who know how to do these things.

If you want to build a house or farm, you need tools, right? If you're not talking about buying them, then you need a proper blacksmith.

Even for minor ailments like headaches and fevers, it would be best to have a doctor. In the future, when there are more people, in addition to teaching people to read the Three Character Classic, it would be great to have a teacher.

That's all, and it's just enough to meet basic living needs.

As for the needs of the upper echelons of a sect, that's a matter for later.

We need to find a way to get some professionals up the mountain.

Pei Xia turned around and called out to Jiang Shu, who was practicing martial arts in the distance, "Has the ship set sail yet?"

(End of this chapter)