Under the moonlight, Village Chief Jiang jumped off the carriage and pointed at the huge building in front of him.
"Look, sir, that's the big temple falling from the sky."
"Hiss... what is this?"
All officials, including County Magistrate Chen, were startled, and several government officials hurriedly lit torches to investigate.
The pot lid looks like a castle in the night.
In the eyes of people in this world, it is five or six feet tall, and its diameter is more than a hundred feet. It is even smaller than a temple!
"The walls seem to be made of aluminum."
The fifth person observed for a long time and came to a conclusion.
Chen Changsheng banged the stone for a long time and guessed: "The thickness of the wall is probably three feet, and it is as strong as a city wall!"
"Is there anyone in there?"
The fifth asked in a loud voice, "We are from the county government."
There was no response, and I don't know if the person trapped inside was dead or couldn't hear the sound?
Zhu Renxia arrived with the villagers and saluted him: "Master, we also want to save people, but this thing is too big, and we as a whole village are unable to do anything."
Zhu Renxia saluted County Magistrate Chen with a look of helplessness on his face.
Chen Changsheng did not take this young man seriously and ordered: "Gather the villagers and listen to the county's command."
Zhu Renxia lied and did not write a draft: "Everyone who has a lantern at home followed."
County Magistrate Chen discussed with the fifth person for a long time, and finally asked them to come up with a solution.
"Dig a tunnel to go in and rescue people."
The fifth sent a dozen officers into the village to collect hoes, shovels and other farm tools.
Village Chief Jiang did not dare to disobey, so he asked Jiang Erhu to lead the way.
The officers went from door to door and spent an hour, finally collecting fifty or sixty farm tools from Jiangjia Village.
"Excavation!"
Chen Changsheng ordered anxiously with his stomach puffed out.
"Come here and help."
The fifth waved to Village Chief Jiang, "If something happens to Mr. Tian, your Jiangjia Village will bear the responsibility!"
Under the bright torchlight, fifty or sixty officers went into battle.
It took more than an hour to dig out a tunnel two meters deep and one meter wide.
Chen Changsheng was overjoyed: "Quick, quick, quick... Go in and see if Mr. Tian is still alive?"
At this moment, Zhu Renxia and the villagers were a little nervous.
After three days and three nights, I wonder if Fatty Tian and the others are still alive?
At this moment, Zhu Changan, who had just taken a shower and held a can, appeared in front of the box.
"If you want to save people, there's no way!"
Zhu Changan sneered, put his hand into the box, and pressed down the pressure cooker lid hard.
The earth was like tofu under the edge of the pot lid, and it was immediately embedded deeply into the soil.
In the eyes of the county government officials, the temple made a huge roaring sound and was buried nearly a foot deep for no reason, completely blocking the tunnel they had just dug.
Magistrate Chen was so frightened that he hid with his head in his hands.
The third class of government officials were so frightened that they scattered in all directions and fled for their lives.
After a long time, when there was no movement, everyone gathered to discuss.
The fifth person shook his head and sighed: "It seems that this is God's will and cannot be done by human beings. We should wait for the prefect to come before making a decision."
Chen Changsheng was frightened and said with a sad face: "This is the only way."
The people from the county government camped on the spot to rest, and the villagers went home to sleep. The world in the box gradually became peaceful.
Seeing that the box was quiet, Zhu Changan went to bed to take a lunch break.
After sleeping for two hours, the first thing Zhu Changan did when he woke up was to go to the box and observe the situation inside.
It was already noon the next day in the box.
As soon as Zhu Renxia arrived at the entrance of the village after lunch, he saw Tian Zongren, the prefect of Liping, arriving at Jiangjiacun with two hundred officers and three hundred people.
I saw that the prefect was in his early forties, with deep eyebrows and medium height. He was wearing a crimson official uniform. Surrounded by more than 500 people, he was like a star holding the moon. His official power was indeed not small.
According to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, the rank of the governor of the state government is the fourth rank. Looking at the entire Ming Dynasty, there are only more than 150 people.
Not to mention the wild land of the southwest, even in the prosperous Central Plains region, those who can hold the position of prefect are considered to be powerful figures.
What's more, as one of the four major chieftains in Guizhou, the Tian family has a history of nearly a thousand years. Since the Sui Dynasty, he has become the emperor of the Qiangui region.
The long-term lawlessness caused the Tian family to continue to have internal strife while squeezing the people. Every year, thousands of people died in the Tian family's internal struggle for power.
During the Yongle period, with a stroke of his pen, Zhu Di's army approached Sizhou and wiped out the Tian family, which was constantly fighting among themselves.
But the centipede insect is dead but not stiff, not to mention the Tian family, a large family that has developed for more than a thousand years, it is impossible for the Ming Emperor to kill hundreds of thousands of Tian family members.
Nearly two hundred years later, the Tian family rose again, and Tian Zongren, who served as the prefect of Liping, was one of the best.
As a local chieftain, he was not only able to pass on the position of magistrate to his clan members, he also organized a 3,000-strong private army of the Tian family in the name of the Inspection Department, and once again became the local emperor of Liping Prefecture.
Although the Tian family is still far away from its heyday, Tian Zongren dreams of regaining the glory of his ancestors.
"Haha...this magistrate is quite impressive!"
Zhu Changan took out a bag of bread from the refrigerator and heated it in the microwave. He sat on a chair and ate while watching.
The box was busy today. Five to six hundred people suddenly poured in, and Jiangjiacun was overcrowded for a while.
Crowds of little people are crowded together, like ants having a meeting, shouting and neighing one after another, as if they have become a pot of porridge.
A thought suddenly flashed through Zhu Changan's mind: "If I go on a killing spree, I wonder what the consequences will be?"
There are more than five hundred one-centimeter little people. To him, who is only 1.8 meters tall, they are no different from a group of ants.
It is estimated that a large piece of it will be beaten to death once the slipper is removed.
If you pour a bucket of water in, you can probably catch up with the White Lady and fill the golden mountain with water.
It was easy to crush these officials, but Zhu Changan did not dare to try it easily.
They have not done any evil, and if they kill innocent people indiscriminately, they will probably be punished.
The means of sanctions is likely to be health points.
[Zhu Changan: Health value 35, +0 today]
"I'd better watch the show honestly and don't have these violent thoughts."
Zhu Changan ate bread, drank Coke, and continued watching the show.
"Your Majesty Chen Changsheng pays homage to Mr. Tian!"
When Chen Changsheng saw Tian Zongren, his breathing became rapid, and he hurriedly stepped forward to salute.
The fifth person also led the county government officials to salute: "Greetings to the magistrate."
Tian Zongren asked with a cold face on his horse: "Where did this castle-like building come from?"
"According to the villagers, it fell from the sky."
County Magistrate Chen hurriedly sent someone to arrest Village Chief Jiang and other villagers to respond.
"You unscrupulous people must answer the magistrate truthfully. If you have anything to hide, I will take care of you!"
"Shut up and let the villagers speak for themselves!"
A tall Confucian scholar wearing a white robe shook his folding fan and shouted.
Chen Changsheng recognized that this was Zhang Baichu, the master of Tian Zhifu. Because of his ruthlessness and scheming, he was nicknamed "Zhang Baichu".
"Yes, yes... Master Zhang!" Chen Changsheng nodded quickly.
The fifth county government official wisely put away his folding fan and stood quietly with the government officials.
