Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

Chapter 31 Longevity Immortal Palace
Walking out of the Mohist martial arts hall, the sky is still thin, and a red sun rises slowly from the far east, bringing a light that is not yet warm.

Mo Qiu was wearing short brown and coarse linen clothes, and he looked no different from an ordinary farmer with his face facing the loess and his back facing the sky.

The winter has just passed, the air is still full of coolness, and the streets are already full of people coming and going.

There are also various voices of selling, which constitute the movement of life.

"Selling meat buns! The best big meat buns! Thin skin and lots of stuffing!"

"Tofu nao~ It's both salty, sweet, spicy and sour. A bowl of it in the morning will keep you strong!"

"The freshly steamed steamed buns are very soft!"

Mo Qiu strolled along the streets full of shouts and shouts. In the past few years, his living standard was very high, and his three meals a day were taken care of by the apprentice of the imperial chef. , just turn around.

Since the guards from other martial arts gyms joined the Mohist martial arts hall four years ago, he has seldom personally taught others.

In the words of Gu Dan: The owner of the museum is mainly used as a mascot and as a seat.

He, the "mascot", can also have more time to be busy with what he wants to do.

After thinking about it, Mo Qiu still went over and asked for a meat bun and two steamed buns, wrapped in the cheapest straw paper - the oil paper store is absolutely reluctant, and they have to pay extra.

Anyway, it will be eaten up soon, so there is no need for that.

Carrying the food, Mo Qiu quickly ran to the outskirts of the forest, and there were woodcutters on the side of the road who had already started to work hard.

"Both, have you eaten yet?"

Mo Qiu handed over the meat buns and steamed buns he just bought.

"Ouch! Why did you bring something here again?!" The woodcutter obviously knew Mo Qiu well, and he waved his hands repeatedly.

"Eat it, it's okay to waste your time."

Mo Qiu naturally placed the meat buns and steamed buns in the hands of the young man who was obviously too small, but also dark and thin, with only a pair of thick arms.

He was said to be a young man, but he actually looked weather-beaten, his skin was rough and dull, and even his expression was dull.

The boy's lips moved, probably wanting to say thank you, but in the end he just reached out and took it without saying a word.

Then a slap landed on the top of his head.

"Not even a thank you!"

The older woodcutter gave him a slap, and then apologized with a smile: "I can't tell you those stories today. The task has been several times heavier recently, and I really can't delay it at all."

"Oh? Why is that?" Mo Qiu was slightly surprised.

The woodcutter didn't just find a forest to cut down. The forests around the imperial capital all belonged to the owner.

How much was cut from the mountain, and others had to be deducted first, before it could fall into your own hands.

Among them, the hardships are not necessarily better than farming.

It's just that in autumn, it's okay to cut down more. Now that winter is just over, firewood is not very easy to sell, so how can it increase the amount of tasks several times?

"How do we know? The people above said that this time, we only cut down good trees! It can't be the same as before. It's nothing more than tiring."

The woodcutter obviously didn't think too much about it. What if the mission was sent by the higher authorities?Do it!

It is enough to give money.

"it is good."

Mo Qiu nodded slightly, did not continue to disturb, and walked towards the places he was already familiar with on weekdays.

Bazaars, ship workshops, teahouses, and even a platform set up not far from Qingfeng Temple, occasionally alchemists from Qingfeng Temple went up to preach, and handed out some porridge mixed with vegetables by the way.

As the saying goes, the cicada perceives the golden wind before it moves, and the woodcutter is not an exception.

In the market, the agricultural tools that should have been placed all over the ground have almost disappeared, most of the boatmen in the shipyard have disappeared, and the storyteller in the teahouse told the story of the immortal visiting the mortal world.

Even in front of the Taoist platform not far from Qingfengguan, today there is an old Taoist bragging about how magnificent and magnificent the palace in the sky is, attracting people's yearning.

"It's not right."

Mo Qiu quickly noticed the abnormality.

Everything is connected to each other.Just after winter, how can the woodcutter's tasks increase again?There is also a fixed number of ships coming and going!It is rare for a room to be as empty as it is today.

It's just that before he could find out, a piece of news quickly spread throughout the entire imperial capital like a storm.

Emperor Zong Ming wants to build the Longevity Immortal Palace!
It is the Immortal Palace, which is naturally not comparable to ordinary mansions in the world.

It's just that the emperor is kind, such an honor, and he doesn't want to enjoy it alone.

People with lofty ideals from the people can donate treasures and money together, and there will be special officials to record them. Officials in the court can also be assigned to one or two fairy palaces in name.

As for those who can't live in it, that's another story.

When he heard the news, Mo Qiu even thought he heard it wrong, grabbed the clothes of the little official who was preaching everywhere, and asked violently, "What did you just say? Say it again!"

The little official was about to scold angrily, but when he saw Mo Qiu's figure, he couldn't help but soften his tone, and said, "The emperor wants to build the Longevity Immortal Palace."

"last sentence!"

"Conscript 30 corvée"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Qiu let go.

Returning to the martial arts hall almost in a daze, his eyes looked a little dazed.

30 corvée does not sound like much.

But this is corvée!
No matter what to eat, no matter what to wear, no matter what tools, just work!

The so-called 30 is implicated in millions of families!
They want to abandon their wives and children, throw away the crops in the field, and the livelihood at hand, to risk their lives for one person's selfish desires!
"Brother Mo, what is your expression?"

Gu Dan, who was exercising in the yard, noticed something was wrong with Mo Qiu, so he couldn't help asking.

"Brother Gu"

Mo Qiu's tall body seemed to become a little stooped at that moment, and he straightened up again in an instant, even showing a smile, and he said, "I can't stay here any longer."

"What happened?" Gu Dan noticed something strange and asked immediately.

"The emperor wants to build the Longevity Immortal Palace, mobilize 30 corvée, and congratulate the people." Mo Qiu said calmly.

"30 corvee?!"

Gu Dan was also taken aback.

On such a large scale, why did Emperor Dog dig a canal?
At least the canal can still be useful, is there a fart for building a palace?

"Heaven and earth are not clear, floods are not scorching, fires are not scorching, and kings and virtues are not Yaoyao, he is the leader of a thousand people." Mo Qiu looked up at the sky, and murmured: "The emperor asked the immortals and asked." If you go astray, now you will lose your virtue!"

Gu Dan frowned, and hurriedly said: "Brother Mo, be careful!"

No matter how dissatisfied he may be in his heart, such a direct attack on the emperor's virtue is enough to kill people.

"Be cautious in your words. The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were cautious in their words and deeds, but they were able to make this matter go ahead. It is because there are too many people who are cautious in their words, and there are too many people who cherish their lives."

Mo Qiu's gaze became sharp, "Once this matter is confirmed, there will be no turning point. No matter what, I can't just watch this happen."

(End of this chapter)