Chu Mu frowned. If he said it before, the outbreak after long-term oppression was just his own guess.
And now, this record in Nanshan Wilderness undoubtedly confirms his guess.
The countless ragged workers in the mine, who are as numb as zombies, will really explode.
This does not only exist in history like in the previous life, but is truly around him.
And...technically speaking, he is also one of the oppressors.
After a moment, Chu Mu suddenly shook his head and smiled.
He was on patrol and had a stake in it, so he naturally hoped that the corvees would work honestly and be docile and obedient.
But if he didn't have this patrol skin and he was so oppressed, would he endure it?
If things go against him at times, he can only endure it, but if a spark suddenly appears, he will definitely resist without hesitation. Even if he dies, he will have to drag one or two to be buried with him.
Thinking wildly, Chu Mu couldn't help but think of He Ergou, such an uncontrollable big mouth, who kept barking every day.
But for so many days, I haven't seen him talk about the civil uprising, not even mention it.
When chatting with other patrol inspectors, this topic was nowhere to be seen...
Obviously, things like civil unrest must be taboo.
"I will be on duty in the town next month, and there will probably be more news..."
Chu Mu pursed his lips. According to the system of the inspection station, the enforcement team basically rotates once a month. If Chu Mu remembers correctly, next month, his team will rotate to the town to enforce the law. .
For Chu Mu, the life of a carrot and a pit in the mine was quite comfortable and leisurely, but it was undoubtedly almost isolated from the world, and it was difficult to have much communication with the outside world.
But when he went to the town to guard the city, with the power of inspection, he could have access to all aspects, which also allowed him to have a more thorough understanding of this era and what he was worried about... the people's heart...
"hurry up!"
"Stop dragging your feet. If you can't make it in time for dinner, just drink the northwest wind!"
In the midst of his thoughts, a faint shout also reached his ears.
Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a familiar scene outside the open courtyard door again.
Corvee, inspection.
Obviously, a new batch of corvees was brought here.
In the past half month, Chu Mu couldn't count how many times he had seen such a scene.
Fifty-three villages in the 15th town of Qinghe County have been under heavy burden of corvee for many years. Naturally, it is impossible to achieve the goal with a simple paper order.
Basically, it was necessary for the county to patrol and patrol all villages and towns in full force, and there were many cases of violent resistance.
Chu Mu had long heard of such topics at the inspection station.
Under such circumstances, the corvee recruitment cannot be accomplished overnight. Most of them have been carried out one after another, but it is not known when it will be completely ended.
Although I have never left Nanshan Town, it is not difficult to see what the scene in Qinghe County is like now.
Chu Mu silently watched the team passing by the door, without much fluctuation in his eyes.
It wasn't until the corvee team had completely passed by that Chu Mu stepped forward and closed the courtyard door.
It is also completely isolated from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
Chu Mu stood in the courtyard holding a saber.
His eyes stayed on the light screen panel in his field of vision for a moment, then turned to the long knife in his hand.
From a beginner's first practice to a first glimpse of the ropes, there is no doubt that his sword skills have reached a higher level.
But in a sense, the difference is actually not big.
After all, he had never had any actual combat experience.
The progress of swordsmanship lies in the mastery of strength.
But when the knife goes down, whether it's on the head or the neck, the difference is obviously not that big.
And if he was fatally struck, his life would also be in danger.
Before he has accumulated enough practical experience, it is obviously difficult for him to completely turn the progress of this sword technique into his own strength, even if the sword technique and style are raised to another level, it is obviously the same.
"Practical experience……"
Chu Mu pursed his lips, and his team leader's figure instantly appeared in his mind.
But soon, Chu Mu put this idea behind him. His relationship with the captain should not be as good as this.
Immediately, Chu Mu looked at the ground that was already covered with white snow, squatted down, groped for a moment, and grabbed a few pebbles stained with snowflakes.
Then he threw it upwards violently, and several stone characters suddenly flew into the air. When the rising force was exhausted, they fell to the ground quickly like meteors.
Chu Mu held the handle of the knife tightly and stared at the falling stones.
Just in an instant, with a crisp impact, some stones exploded, and some fell to the ground.
Of the six stones, only two were hit. In other words, if a hidden weapon attacked him, or if several knives struck him at the same time, he would definitely die.
Chu Mu thought thoughtfully, he had no master in this sword technique.
No one taught him how to practice this sword technique or how to develop his own combat power. He had to figure everything out by himself.
"Perhaps we should focus on our reaction..."
Chu Mu pursed his lips, but subconsciously thought of the martial arts training methods in previous Kung Fu movies. Although they were a bit exaggerated, they were not without merit.
Chu Mu has always felt that practicing martial arts is the same as studying, and you must apply what you have learned.
If you only know how to study by rote memorization, there will be no big way out, and the same is true for practicing martial arts.
Swordsmanship and postures require hard practice, and how to use the swordsmanship and postures gained through hard training also requires thinking and practice.
And this point is also clearly reflected in the state of "spiritual blessing".
The progress of swordsmanship comes from one's own progress.
The leap of intelligent thinking under the "spiritual blessing" only allows Chu Mu to better think about his own doubts about martial arts, and to better quickly digest what he has accumulated.
Instead of making progress in swordsmanship and knowledge out of thin air, everything must come from his own accumulation, whether it is martial arts or reading.
"Sandbag array, or wooden man stakes..."
Chu Mu thought to himself, looked around the small courtyard, and then quickly returned to the room.
Grind, write.
The tip of the pen slowly outlines on the paper, and the control of strength brought by martial arts training is also clearly reflected in this writing.
The tip of the pen is vertical, like a towering mountain, motionless.
Although I have never learned to draw, under the control of such strength, my brush strokes moved according to my heart, and soon, a wooden dummy in my memory was sketched out.
Immediately, Chu Mu seemed to have thought of something again, and grabbed the saber and made a few gestures before he resumed sketching on the paper.
This seemingly funny behavior was repeated in this room.
After about half an hour, two sketched drawings were also held in Chu Mu's hands.
Holding the drawing, Chu Mu touched the thick stack of banknotes in his arms, without stopping, walked out of the room quickly, walked hurriedly, and finally stepped onto the street, disappearing into the flow of people...
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