When the accompanying river bandits arrived, Lu Jun was almost frozen into a popsicle. Fortunately, he had a strong constitution and became more energetic after drinking a pot of strong liquor.
There were a few people with poor constitution who were infected with the cold, and he ordered them to be buried alive without even frowning.
Back at Longmen Water Village, Lu Jun just remembered the sudden explosion.
How could there be thunder in the middle of winter?
Even if there was thunder, they were in the middle of the river, so they shouldn't have been bombed, right?
The most bizarre thing is that the explosion didn't seem to fall from the sky, but from the water.
What's the point of this?
There is never a shortage of masters in the bandit den who love to play tricks. Xun Liang pinched his fingers, squinted his eyes and muttered something. After a while, his eyes opened.
"Boss, it's the River Dragon King who's angry!"
Is the River Dragon King angry?
Lu Jun stared at Xun Liang, did you make a mistake?
Since Juyi Longmen Water Village, I have sacrificed to the River Dragon King every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. Over the years, I have never dared to neglect it, and I have never even eaten fish and shrimps in the river, in order not to offend the River Dragon King.
He sincerely worships the River Dragon King as his ancestor! It has the nerve to open its mouth and kill a wooden boat and dozens of lives!
Could your temper be any louder?
Xun Liang quickly warned him to be careful. Lu Jun was so angry that he could not listen to him. He continued to curse and ordered Xun Liang to find out the truth of the matter.
While Lu Jun was still suspicious, Kong Fang transformed into a plasterer and led the county soldiers to lay the cement floor in Tang Bolong's courtyard.
Kong Yiji originally wanted to persuade him not to lose his grace and just watch from the sidelines, but when he thought that this was the prefect's yard and he had to show off when it was time to show off, he gave up the idea and rolled up his sleeves to do it himself.
Everyone in the Tang family, men, women, old and young, were watching the novelty.
Tang Bolong had heard of cement. But when he saw that it turned out to be dust even finer than kitchen ashes, he simply couldn't believe that it was the legendary cement.
Is it as hard as rock?
I can blow it away with just a gentle breath, do you believe it?
Then, he saw them mixing cement with river sand and adding water to mix it, turning it into a soft mortar. Before he could ask what this meant, they were spread out and paved.
Kong Fang quietly hammered his waist, the work of doing mud and water work was so tiring!
But Tang Bolong was standing aside and watching. He didn't dare to rest, took a deep breath and continued.
When the moon rises above the willow branches, the open space in the yard is paved with cement. Tang Bolong touched it lightly with the toe of his shoe. It was as soft as a pile of mud.
He wiped off the mortar on the toe of his shoe, with a puzzled look on his face, "Kongzhi County, didn't you say that cement is as hard as rock? I think it's just mud?"
"Sir, don't be anxious. It takes time for cement to harden. Let's do it tomorrow. You will definitely see a miracle happen early tomorrow morning." Kong Fang replied. Tang Bolong didn't say anything anymore. Seeing that it was getting late, he asked the servants to entertain Kong Fang and his party.
They had been tired from traveling and working for a long time, but they were hungry and tired.
Although Kong Fang is a subordinate, he brings money to work for him. Let’s not talk about the results of his work. Even with that free money, he has to fulfill his duties as a landlord, right?
And the fine salt was the best he had ever seen in his life.
He also thought about asking Kong Fang to get some more as tribute.
This baby is currently only produced in Qinghe County, which happens to be under the jurisdiction of his Baoding Prefecture.
As the prefect of Baoding Prefecture, although he has just met the fine salt, according to official rules, he has credit for the appearance of the fine salt. If the fine salt is delivered to the Tianjia again...
Will Emperor Jiaqing be overjoyed?
Then quietly send some to the officials in the court. Although one tael of silver can buy two kilograms of fine salt, it is expensive because it is rare, and it is expensive because you may not be able to buy it if you have money.
Do you think those old cunning guys will be happy?
Tang Bolong felt happy thinking about it.
Kong Fang is really my lucky general. In less than three months after taking office, he has eliminated banditry, raised pigs, made cement, and made fine salt. Qinghe County's industry and commerce are booming, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.
The credit here is half mine!
He didn't want to take credit, but who made him so good? After all, what goes up and deeds follow, and only when leaders are capable can Kongzhi County achieve great results.
That night, Tang Bolong slept very soundly, and his concubine Hu Sanniang's chest was wet with saliva. Hu Sanniang was very disgusted but did not dare to move.
She is a concubine, not a wife.
When it is said that a wife is not as good as a concubine, it does not mean that a concubine is more favored than a wife, but that a wife is not as fun as a concubine. Concubines are meant for men to have fun with, and if men don’t enjoy them, then concubines will suffer.
When the man is happy, the concubine also suffers.
But sin is not the same thing.
She was originally a plaything that men could discard at will. If she wanted to live happily in the Tang family, she had to be submissive.
That night, Kong Fang slept very restlessly. His muscles and bones ached all over, and he was still thinking about Fang Shiqing, who was hundreds of miles away. Early tomorrow morning, she should arrive at Wuling, the last campsite.
Five miles further ahead is the boundary of Shanyang County; thirty miles further ahead is Laohukou.
A fierce battle is about to begin.
The mountain rain is coming and the wind is blowing all over the building.
………
Heading towards Wuling, the road is rugged and becomes more difficult the farther you go.
"Captain, are you tired? How about we rest for a while before leaving?" Guan Yu passed over the county soldiers and came over to ask for instructions. It's hard for rough old men like them to walk on this mountain road, but the captain is a rich lady.
He was worried that she wouldn't be able to bear it.
If she gets hurt, it will be even more unbearable for him.
Fang Shiqing stopped, looked up at the sky, and said, "I'm fine. Besides, we have to get to Wuling before dawn, and there's no time to rest."
"Go back to your post, watch your brothers, and don't let them fall behind."
Guan Yu didn't dare not listen to the captain's words.
But he couldn't turn a deaf ear to the Lord's words, "Captain, just take a rest. As the old saying goes, sharpening the sword will not delay the woodchopping, and it will not delay the march. Besides, Your Lordship said..."
He hesitated to speak.
"What did he say?" Fang Shiqing pressed.
"He...he said that if you are injured, all of us will receive a military stick, I will double the amount, and we will have to clean the latrines for a month."
"What, you just received two military sticks?"
Before Fang Shiqing could speak, Ximen Feixue was already furious, "Why should I be at least a ten-member army stick?"
He only focused on the number of military sticks and selectively ignored the punishment of sweeping the latrine.
"Just because you are a professional bodyguard!" Guan Yu said.
"What the hell..."
Ximen Feixue jumped in anger.
"Okay, stop arguing. Rest where you are." Fang Shiqing had a headache from the noise. Why are men and old dogs arguing like street shrews? Are you tired?
She decisively ordered a break and ended their pointless quarrel.
The county soldiers were ordered to rest.
Fang Shiqing was leaning against a tree, looking at the deep night sky, and the figure of the sour scholar jumped out of her heart. She was surprised to find that she actually missed him.
She just thought, what is he doing now?
Will you miss yourself?
