Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 89 Silver White Silk Thread

Fang Yao's price was inflated at the beginning, but it was actually just because Chu Yiyi really hated it.

But these days, she also inquired a lot about Chu Xihou, and her psychology of wanting revenge gradually changed.

As a county lord, Chu Xihou is actually not big, or even very small, owning only about half of Zhenyang County.

Moreover, most of the land is very barren. Even sorghum, which does not require high soil quality, is still young and yellow, let alone other things.

If the farmer's harvest is not good, the people will suffer. Chu Xihou couldn't bear to collect more taxes, and tried to build water conservancy projects out of his own pocket, but the results were minimal, and his family's life was a bit tight.

Later, a tall man passed by here and told him to ask Tian Zu to protect him, and he could change this land, and he could grow anything.

Chu Xihou was young at the time, and although he didn't quite believe it, he finally had the mentality of trying and asked people to dig the ground.

I heard that the expert buried more than ten black lacquered pagoda tree boxes in the ground, each of which was carried into the pit by eight strong men, and then explained that a Tianzu Temple needed to be built.

Chu Xihou probably held a strong skeptical attitude towards this method. After all, in terms of the scale of the Tianzu Temple, it was not even as grand as the Cave Temple in the valley of Lijia Village.

It can be seen that he didn't pay much attention when building the temple.

However, this Tian Zu, once invited, is really amazing.

I heard from the old man in Xihe Village that in the first year of inviting Tian Zu, the sorghum in the field grew very lush, and as expected, there was a bumper harvest.

Later, someone discovered that the sorghum wine here tasted particularly good, and Chu Xihou took advantage of this to set up a winery in Zhenyang County.

The lives of the people in Xihe Village have gradually become much more enjoyable than before.

Fang Yao is not a very kind person, but facing a kind-hearted Lord Hou, she can't be so cold and hard.

Earn less, earn less, people must learn to be content, otherwise... maybe they won't earn at all.

I have to say that this move is really very useful.

Chu Nan handed her a silver note of 600 taels on the spot, plus her previous 800 taels, a total of [-] taels.

Although everything is expensive in a famine year, especially food, but based on the purchasing power of future generations, it is still a big deal of more than [-] yuan!

Fang Yao immediately called Li Fugui and the others to go back and inform the rest of the men, and everyone picked up the guy and hurried over.

Yang Gao looked at a group of old and young men in Lijia Village carrying hoes, shovels and axes, avoided the sharp claws of the grasshopper monster, turned around and jumped onto the muddy bank, wiped off his sweat, and said, "Everyone is going to dig together." pit?"

Fang Yao took out the rope, quickly weaved it into a lock, and shook it lightly in her hand, "Didn't you say that it's not safe to go down, let's let it go up."

She can already feel the extremely slight shaking under the mud pit, and if she continues to stay below, she will be dragged down if she is not even.

Yang Gao laughed loudly: "Master Fang still has experience, it's your small body, I'm looking at Ting Xuan, come on, leave this kind of hard work to us."

Fang Yao didn't shirk, and threw the rope to Yang Gao, who took it, and with a flick, it caught the grasshopper monster's frantically writhing upper body.

Yang Gao was broad and strong, and confidently pulled it outwards. Unexpectedly, he felt a strong force in the next second, and he staggered forward two or three steps unexpectedly.

He was standing on the edge of the mud pit, and when he reacted and barely stabilized his body, the right half of his leg had already fallen back into the mud pit.

Yang Gao's expression changed suddenly, and he felt that the mud under his feet was completely different from the one he stepped on just now, it became soft and sticky.

He hurriedly wanted to lift his right leg, but found to his horror that the harder he struggled, the faster his body sank!
There is a suction force pulling him down!
"Cousin, grab me quickly!"

Yang Gao hurriedly yelled at Wang Lichang who was the closest to him, but before he could finish his sentence, his whole body was pulled more than half in again, and fell completely into the mud pit.

Li Chang Wang obviously noticed something was wrong, but he took a few steps back with a pale face.

"Quick, grab the rope!"

Fang Yao shouted quickly.

A strong man in the back dropped the shovel in his hand and rushed over to grab the rope that was about to fall into the mud pit. Several other strong men rushed over and grabbed their companions!
"Quick! A few of them are not good enough!"

Chu Nan hurriedly called the yamen servants and guards to come forward to help. Just like last time, more than 30 people grabbed this end of the rope, biting their teeth tightly, and pulled the rope upwards with all their strength.

Fortunately, although Yang Gao has a fat body, the strength of his arms is astonishing. Even though he was sucked into the ground by a black hole-like mud pit, he still clung to the rope tightly, and thick veins visible to the naked eye bulged on his wrists and forehead.

"One, two, three! One, two, three!"

Some villagers in Xihe Village who were reluctant to leave for a long time also gathered around to help, shouting slogans loudly.

Seeing that nothing was wrong, Wang Lichang, who was hiding behind, finally plucked up the courage, moved forward a little, followed a villager, pretended to hold the end of the rope, and started yelling.

Fang Yao squatted aside, holding a sickle, holding her breath and looking down.

She also tied a thicker hemp rope around her waist, and asked people from Lijia Village to help hold it.

Yang Gao was finally pulled out slowly from the mud.

Wang Lichang was the first to throw away the rope, rushed to the front, and said nervously and worriedly: "Cousin, are you okay, cousin!"

Hearing his hypocrisy, Fang Yao couldn't help but secretly frowned, and said a little coldly: "People who are irrelevant, please get out of the way first."

"You...Master Fang..."

Wang Lichang's complexion changed, but he was worried that there were people everywhere around him, so he could only put a smile on his face, "The one who fell was my cousin, how can I be regarded as an irrelevant person..."

Before he could finish his sentence, as Yang Gao's legs were finally pulled out, dozens or hundreds of silver-white silk threads about the thickness of a hair stretched out from the ground, tightly entwining the latter's two feet. !
This is it!

The hot mask on Fang Yao's face suddenly glowed, causing Wang Lichang to quickly cover his eyes.

The silk threads in the ground also seemed to sense something was wrong, they instantly let go of Yang Gao's legs, and spread out in all directions.

"hiss……"

When a strand of silk thread approached Fang Yao, it seemed to be scalded, and instantly curled up into a ball, shrinking and wanting to back away.

Fang Yao leaned forward, and Li Fugui and the others quickly gritted their teeth and pulled the rope. The former rushed half a meter, and the sickle in his hand quickly slashed towards the ball of silk thread!
With the knife in hand, a section of three-foot silver-white silk thread fell to the ground one after another.

However, some silk threads escaped, and some even rushed to Fang Yao's side... Wang Lichang.

"Ah, ah..."

Wang Lichang, who was next to him, just let go of his palm covering his face, and those silk threads slid into his eyes like a needle.

Fang Yao naturally raised his hand and slashed, Wang Lichang rolled his eyes, and fell straight on the ground.

Everyone looked down, only to see those silver-white threads that had been cut off and fell on the ground quickly turned black within a few seconds!
(End of this chapter)