When a group of middle-aged men were crying for help in the mountains, Gu Qing, Feng Aweng, Zhang Huaiyu and others gathered in the yard, and everyone gathered around a sand table in admiration.

Gu Qing touched his chin, frowning and speechless.

Puberty came a bit late, and only when I was sixteen did some hair grow on my mouth. It was soft to the touch, but the edges of my cheeks were still smooth. It seemed that I would not be a bearded man or a bearded man in the future, but an elegant man with a chin.

A wisp of green beard, a windless and automatic fairy figure.

"The craftsmen and servants of the porcelain kiln and the young men in the village were organized and divided into five teams. They practiced martial arts near the porcelain kiln during the day and expanded the patrol area at night. There are four entrances and exits on the mountain road near the porcelain kiln, and four teams must be stationed every night.

The four entrances and exits patrol a hundred-foot radius from time to time. The remaining team patrols around the fence of the porcelain kiln. Each team is equipped with a dog and a gong. If there is any movement, the gong will be sounded immediately to warn."

Gu Qing pointed to several entrances and exits displayed on the sand table while assigning tasks.

Feng Aweng nodded and said: "Don't worry, not even a mosquito can fly in."

Gu Qing thought for a while and said: "There are about a hundred craftsmen and handymen now. Most of these people are villagers from nearby villages. Feng Aweng might as well mobilize and persuade them to move their families and relatives to our village, and follow the authentic traditions of other villages."

After careful discussion with the clan, the county government office will handle all household relocations and subsidize each village with a little money. We will find a piece of vacant land in the village and build a house, and everyone will start working together."

Feng Aweng was stunned for a moment, then said excitedly: "Is our village going to have more people?"

Gu Qing smiled and said: "It can be understood that way. I observed the craftsmen and handymen in the porcelain kiln. They are quite satisfied with the remuneration, but they are a little homesick. They simply moved their homes here so that they can earn money and have hot meals.

They have a mother-in-law to warm their bed, and they can spank their children when they have nothing to do. What a comfortable life. Moreover, they are just moving to a neighboring village, not leaving their hometown. I believe they will slowly return home in a short time."

Feng Aweng said excitedly: "From now on, our Shiqiao Village will be a big village, and we will no longer be afraid of being bullied by people from other villages."

"We can't be bullied. Our village will become stronger step by step. We must have spears and shields. No one will dare to bully us in the future." Gu Qing said loudly and authentically.

Zhang Huaiyu was thoughtful, staring at Gu Qing's face with his wonderful eyes, as if he wanted to see something from his face.

Gu Qing pointed at Zhang Huaiyu and said to Feng Aweng: "Choose a piece of vacant land and build a house for Miss Zhang. It doesn't need to be too big. It has one bedroom, a miscellaneous room and a yard. Clothing, bathing, etc. are all built. I will pay for it."

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Zhang Huaiyu snorted: "When did I say I wanted to live here?"

It was rare for Gu Qing to be tough in front of her: "Do you still want to occupy my bed? Don't go too far!"

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The people next to them immediately cast ambiguous glances at the two of them, their playful eyes turning back and forth on their faces, showing expressions of understanding.

Zhang Huaiyu's face turned red. Even though he was a casual child, he really couldn't bear to hear such ambiguous words, so he stood up quickly and walked out of the yard quickly.

"Occupying your bed?" A villager came over and asked, a Bagua Tai Chi diagram vaguely appearing on his face.

"It's not what you think. If you show this expression again, I will kick you to death." Gu Qing warned sternly.

After thinking about it, I felt that warnings are meaningless. Why do we have to give others a second chance to make mistakes? The first time they make a mistake, they should be beaten.

So without saying anything, Gu Qing kicked the villager several times.

Looking back at Feng Aweng and others, Gu Qing smiled and said, "Do you have anything to say?"

"No, no."

"Good kick, very happy!"

"The whole world celebrates, death is not a pity!"

Feng Aweng said seriously: "The old man will immediately gather people to cut wood and quarry stone to build a house for that girl. How about building it next to your house?"

"No, stay away from me, the further away the better."

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Song Gensheng's autism has not yet been cured, and he has been staying at home since returning from Qingcheng County, refusing to go out.

Gu Qing originally wanted to tell him that someone had brought a group of people who were definitely not kind-hearted to find him, and wanted to persuade him to hide, but the door of the Song family was closed, and Gu Qing couldn't even open the door.

When his patience ran out, Gu Qing kicked open the Song family door, came to Song Gensheng's room door, and continued to kick it open.

Song Gensheng was lying in the room. He was startled when the door was kicked open. He looked at the door with a look of horror on his face and unconsciously covered his chest with his hands...

Gu Qing was speechless.

"Why are you covering your breasts? Do you think anyone is interested in your breasts?"

Song Gensheng put down his hand and scratched his head.

Seeing Song Gensheng lying on the bed, Gu Qing frowned and said, "Also, this bed is mine now. Don't you know where you should sleep? Get off."

Song Gensheng was so excited that he immediately subconsciously got out of bed and squatted on the ground.

After completing a series of actions, Song Gensheng came back to his senses. He felt deeply ashamed and couldn't help but said: "This is my home, and this bed is mine..."

"It belongs to me now. Who told that girl named Zhang to occupy my bed?"

"You can beat her and take the bed back."

"But I can't beat her, so I have to bully you. You are easier to bully..." Gu Qing spread his hands: "Look, human nature is so despicable, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, ugly and dark, what can you do?"

Song Gensheng sighed dejectedly: "I... what else can I do besides sleeping on the ground?"

"Aren't you a scholar? Don't scholars value being strong and unyielding? You can resist me." Gu Qing's expression was exactly the same as when he was digging a hole.

"A scholar will feel pain if he is beaten." Song Gensheng said aggrievedly.

"You understand. Although you are still a nerd, at least you are not so ignorant of current affairs." Gu Qing paused and said: "Tell me, you have been hiding from people since you came back from Qingcheng County. What did you do in Qingcheng County?

Is it something embarrassing?”

Song Gensheng said with a solemn expression: "The most shameful thing I have ever done in my life is to inscribe your poem on the wall of the restaurant and tell everyone that I wrote it."

"It's still not thick-skinned enough. It doesn't matter. I just need a few more days to get used to it."

Song Gensheng stubbornly shook his head: "It's not a matter of adaptation. This incident made me deeply ashamed and I can't hold my head up ever since."

"Your ideal is to be an official and then benefit the people of your country. The most convenient way is to become famous and raise your reputation through poetry. How can you be an official if you are so thin-skinned?"

Song Gensheng said solemnly: "I have thought about it. If the price of being an official is to lose my dignity and character, I would rather not be an official. After returning from Qingcheng County, my conscience has been tortured. I want to

I want fame and talent, but I can’t ask for other people’s fame and talent, it doesn’t belong to me.”

Gu Qing stared at his face and said, "It can make you an official."

Song Gensheng smiled with relief: "If I am destined to have no talent, it means that I am not good enough and not qualified to be an official. Otherwise, if I steal other people's things in exchange for an official position, even if I sit in that position, I will still be a weak official and an evil official. It will not be a blessing."

Instead of harming the people, even if I am mediocre, at least I still have a conscience. It’s okay if I don’t do such an official job. Gu Qing, I give up."

Gu Qing stared at him deeply for a long time, then suddenly smiled and sighed: "You are still a nerd, and it is really difficult for you to survive in the officialdom with a personality like yours, but benefiting the people is your ideal, since you don't

I would like to use my poetry to become famous and raise my hopes, and I will think of other ways for you."

After hesitating for a moment, Gu Qing said again: "It is not a good thing to be too upright. Such a character is valuable, but it cannot be rooted in the world. The quality you have is what I lack. I hope you can persist throughout your life and never change your color.

, even if there are all kinds of malicious criticisms and harms to you in the future, I will bear them for you."

Looking up at the dark beams, Gu Qing sighed softly: "I'm not doing this entirely for you. It should be to make up for my debts to people and things in that period of my life. The world has treated me with malice, how can I repay the world with evil intentions?"
Chapter completed!