I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

Everyone in the city stared with big eyes.

Zhang Dongyun on the top of the city didn't seem to notice this: "Let's get started."

Everyone had no choice but to honestly start plowing the fields.

The people of the Hanshan faction were not lazy, and while observing the soldiers of Tang Jun who were good at farm work, they thought for themselves.

"Tianyu, leave it to us here, you go out to work on the refugees." Zhao Shishu ordered back to Tianyu.

"This predecessor acted so absurdly, maybe it is to wait for me." He raised his head and glanced at the top of the city, and whispered.

"Don't worry, we will follow the senior's instructions seriously, regardless of whether it can be achieved, I will always do my best, even if there is no harvest in the end, I believe that senior will never blame his omissions on us."

Uncle Zhao smiled: "Take ten thousand steps. If he is really so ridiculous, the legendary Chang'an City Lord will always come out to stop him and set things right."

Those Tang Jun Jiangmen also questioned in their hearts.

But at this moment people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

They all endure secretly and work honestly.

But in his heart, he only regarded them as the old man in black amusing them.

The other party was so ridiculous that they could not help secretly expecting that one day the East Tang army would be able to rescue them from the sea of ​​suffering.

Hui Tianyu's eyes flickered slightly in a single eye: "With the predecessor's previous courage, of course this is not the case, on the contrary..."

He glanced at the top of the city above: "I think the predecessors will not aimlessly. Such an arrangement may have other meanings."

Uncle Zhao nodded: "Well, I will be optimistic about other people, obey the orders honestly, and watch the changes, but you have to be careful about this trip, you may run into Du Kun's army."

He lowered his voice again: "You go out this time, in addition to doing errands for Chang'an City, remember to go back to the mountain gate and hand the Dark Night Terror Sword to the master. This is the top priority, remember, Remember."

"I understand, please rest assured, Uncle."

The single-eyed youth bid farewell to the crowd, and then saluted Zhang Dongyun on the top of the city, then left and went out again.

Zhang Dongyun watched the other party disappear, and looked back at the farmland below.

Hui Tianyu and others were worried about the barrenness of the fields, he naturally knew.

But now that he is farming, Lord Zhang Da has no plans to farm normally.

Otherwise, when there is a harvest, how long will it take?

Zhang Dongyun’s approach is in five words:

Vigorously miracle.

In fact, if you really want to say, now that everyone outside the city is plowing the fields, it can also be regarded as a miracle from another angle.

Cattle are limited.

But the martial artist who reached the second stage of the elite level had already surpassed the barbaric bull.

Zhang Dongyun supervised them as soon as possible after plowing the ground or sowing or planting seedlings.

Next, everyone in the ground was powerless.

They can only slander in their hearts, that the old man in black on the top of the city is an old man and disrespectful, and can only make a fool of himself.

But the next moment, everyone from the Hanshan faction and a group of Tang troops descended on the spot.

In the field, the soil quivered.

It didn't take long for a plant to emerge from the ground.

Looking at the verdant seedlings, everyone subconsciously rubbed their eyes.

But then it proved that it was not their dizziness.

As everyone was stunned, the seedlings in the field grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If we continue at this speed, we are afraid that we will have a bumper harvest in a few days.

Everything in front of you completely violates everyone's inherent cognition.

A disciple of the Hanshan School subconsciously wanted to get closer to verify whether all this was true.

The elder Zhao was shocked and recovered, and quickly grabbed his disciple.

On the other side, Tang Jun descended on soldiers, and someone couldn't help but walk along the ridge to the ground, reaching out to touch the seedlings.

As soon as he touched, his hand suddenly retracted like an electric shock.

"Really, it's true..."

The man was lost in his eyes, only the word "really" muttered to himself, repeating it back and forth.

Everyone recovered from the sluggish state, one by one in surprise.

Then the second and third people...Some people couldn't help but check in the ground.

But the final result was an incredible expression.

The Hanshan Sect had no one to go to the ground, but faced with this situation, they felt incredible.

"Cereal seeds and seedlings are planted by our own hands. That senior, shouldn't we have the opportunity to falsify?"

A young disciple secretly glanced at the old man in black at the top of the city.

"Be quiet, what are you talking about? Let the senior hear, we all can't eat it!" A fellow next to him scolded.

The other person was incredulous: "Then what is going on?"

"Could it be that this land is fertile beyond our imagination, rich in spiritual energy, and it is a spiritual field?" Some people speculated.

The person next to him whispered: "When we were plowing the field just now, I didn't feel it..."

The person who had spoken earlier looked even more admired: "So, is it the personal handwriting of this predecessor? This is simply a fairy method!"

This is more amazing than moving mountains to create fields.

The disciples talked a lot, and Elder Zhao didn't say a word, but there were also many speculations in his heart. He only felt that the city of Chang'an and the people in the city became more and more unfathomable.

My group had previously suspected that the old man in black was really a frog at the bottom of the well, and didn't know how big the world outside the well could be.

He quietly looked towards the head of the city.

However, he saw that the old man in black was smiling, looking down on them under the city.

Elder Zhao was terrified, and subconsciously knelt on one knee, bowing his head to appeal to Zhang Dongyun above the city.

When the disciples of the Hanshan School around him saw this, they were all anxious and knelt down to plead guilty like his uncle.

Many of the Tang Jun's deaths were not martial artists, but farmers before joining the army.

They didn't think so much, but when they saw this almost miraculous scene, they threw their five bodies on the ground, taking Zhang Dongyun on the top of the city as a god.

Zhang Dongyun breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the seedlings growing in the fields under the city.

Fortunately, being close outside the city, he can still exert influence.

He is actually using massive amounts of aura to water the fields below.

The aura is so strong that it is stronger than the chemical fertilizer of the previous Blue Star, and it directly changes the laws of nature.

The aura required for this is of course astronomical.

And because of being outside the city, most of the aura is actually dissipated and wasted.

The aura that works in the field is pitiful compared to the total amount actually output.

In terms of efficiency, it is extremely inefficient.

But if the total amount is infinite, to some extent, it doesn't matter whether it is wasted or not.

City Lord Zhang Da now has nothing else, this aura can definitely be wasted.

As long as the crops themselves can bear it and will not be destroyed, Zhang Dongyun will provide maximum supply.

So, within a few days of work, the fields were already golden.

The harvest season is here...

"Leave it to you." Zhang Dongyun turned into a black-clothed old man and ordered casually.

The people of the Hanshan faction and those Tang army soldiers who had already been eagerly convinced and admired him so much, immediately went to the ground to harvest, and then thresh.

In addition to the grain fields, there are also a variety of fruits and vegetables in the vegetable field orchard, all of which will usher in a bumper harvest.

Even the cubs of livestock and poultry raised in captivity are growing rapidly, gradually approaching the standard for slaughter.

Zhang Dongyun looked at all this from the top of the city and nodded slightly.

The reason why the refugees are refugees is because they cannot live in their hometowns.

They just arrived in Chang'an, and they were both poor and white, and they couldn't solve their food problems.

Now City Lord Zhang is doing miracles vigorously. With food, he can settle the refugees.

He has no intention of raising rice worm waste, and the current wave is just a rescue, plus a foundation.

After people settle down, they should be self-reliant, and even support him as the city lord.

If there are idiots who rise up and fight against their enemies, they will naturally be taught what is the iron fist dictatorship in the fantasy world.

In his previous life reading novels at Blue Star, Zhang Dongyun sometimes couldn't help thinking that in a world like this kind of immortal cultivation and fantasy, it can be considered quite civilized without becoming a slavery society.

"Now, let's see when Tianyu brought people back to me."

Zhang Dongyun said to himself: "More likely, maybe Du Kun's army will kill first?"

He was calculating, suddenly his heart moved slightly.

There seemed to be a voice in the distant mountains and forests.

The next moment, a few people rushed out of the forest, panicking and rushing towards Chang'an City.