Village Building Order Frenzy

As soon as it was light, Ren got up and shaved himself with the long knife that cut several gaps and trimmed his hair.

He definitely does not have any love for beauty, or the idea of ​​trying to seduce a few village girls.

Instead, I want to become more pleasing to the eye, at least not looking so fierce, so annoying.

Renn still remembered that when he was in the two villages where he was holding his body, the villagers’ fear of his strange appearance almost treated him like a blond monster, so that the two village chiefs knew his strength. But he didn't dare to reuse him.

Later, he simply grew a beard, grew his hair, and added a murderous look. Not to mention, this appearance was in the dangerous wild, even the monsters were afraid.

But this time he wanted to change. Even five days ago, he still scared the villagers here half to death as a fierce beast. Even the cooks who cooked for them these five days were trembling, as if they would be eaten at any time. The soldiers here are all very vigilant towards them.

If it's not that the wild life outside is too difficult and too dangerous, maybe Renn is already angry and will leave again.

But yesterday's carnival farce in the rainstorm melted his hardest and most vicious outer shell so abruptly.

At that time, he was like everyone else, including the mysterious and powerful lord, no one knew he was there.

Everyone worked hard in one direction for one purpose. Even if the flash floods turned into a joke in the end, at least at that moment, none of them cared about each other’s identities. Even if they didn’t know who the other party was, they could have no reservations. Trust each other.

This feels so good.

Ren is not young anymore. He has seen the coldness of the world, has seen intrigues, has seen the cruelty of the world, and has no choice but to survive. Sometimes he will use whatever means to survive.

But in that torrential rain, at that moment, the blood that had been extinguished in his heart was actually ignited again, giving birth to a thought that even if he died in battle, it would hurt.

However, this thought quickly dissipated as the rain passed and the sky cleared. Renne knew that it was the moment to face the cruel truth. Just as he was about to leave quietly, he was welcomed in like a hero by the enthusiastic villagers. In the folk house.

Renn never thought that those dull, numb, short-sighted, dirty, and brain-problem villagers and wives would become so-so cute.

Pots of hot water, simple but dry clothes, nothing worthwhile, but at this moment, together with their smiles, are the most precious things in the world.

At that moment, Ren was very at a loss, even wanted to escape, and then simply refused this feeling. He believed that it was not just him, the soldiers were so restrained.

But this feeling only existed for a short time and then gradually dissipated.

Some things that seem to be difficult to do are actually very simple, maybe they only lack a kind smile, an exaggerated ridicule, or a vulgar look in the eyes.

Ryan had to thank the village women, who were timid, bitter, or cringe, and unkempt, as if no one knew their beauty.

But a torrential rain turned all men into clay figurines, and all clay figurines became their father, brother, son, and husband. They laughed wantonly and commanded loudly, like generals and brave soldiers on the battlefield, and all The clay talent is a captive of defeat.

No one dared to resist. Resistance was a slap. Under the eyes of the other clay figures, even the most tyrannical and bloodthirsty guys had to keep their temper and show a dry smile, both uncomfortable and comfortable.

This is really a magical rainstorm, and also an interesting place, a place where you can stay here forever without wandering, and die here.

Renn was full of confidence in the future. He wore the clothes back yesterday until the clothes were folded neatly by him. He had to send them back, just in the least clean appearance of him.

Since the muddy water on his face was washed off yesterday, the villagers were not scared to scream and run away, shouting that the monster is coming.

Since yesterday, the soldiers in the village did not stare at him like a prisoner with vigilant eyes.

So today, it should be better.

When I went out, I ran into the cook who delivered the food. The cook did not live in a tavern, but delivered three meals every day like a strong man dies.

The two eyes facing each other, the cook still shivered subconsciously, but then he tried to squeeze out a smile. This smile was fake, but Renn was very satisfied because he did not see the fear of him in the cook’s eyes. .

Ren didn't speak, just nodded with a polite smile, and passed by. Then he was upset, what kind of big tail wolf are you pretending to be? Be enthusiastic and you will die!

He was very worried that his arrogant attitude would make the cook fear and hate him again. He turned around and saw that the cook was tilting his head and looking at his back curiously, as if he was looking at something strange, but there was no fear. , Nonsense, everyone knew yesterday that the blond monster is actually no different from us. It is said that he was touched by a stubborn old lady, and then advertised and scared all over the village. It’s just that, it’s not as good as that. My family--

"Uh, sir, you--" The cook was startled, very trembling, after all, this one in front of him is a hero. "

"Ahem, my name is Ren, what's your name?" Ren tried to make himself friendly, damn, his face must be weird and evil now, isn't this smile very creepy?

"what?"

The cook was stunned for a while before he woke up, "My lord, my name is Sun Er, the cook in the village, you, are you going to the village?"

"Yes, yesterday, uh, thank you so much yesterday, I went to return the clothes."

"Hey, I recognize this dress. It belongs to Li's second house. His house is in the second yard. After entering, the third one on the left is."

"That—thanks a lot."

"Hey, nothing, it rained so heavily yesterday, everyone worked so hard, it should, it should."

The son of the cook Sun Er said loudly. Since yesterday, he feels that he has become more courageous all over his body. After all, Lao Tzu's hand has slapped Master Wu Yuan on the shoulder. If he uses this hand to beat his son fiercely. , Will the son become a hero in the future?

Ren finally relaxed completely, the kind of relaxed body, saying goodbye to Sun Er, who had already broken through the sky. He strode towards the village with meteors, but only halfway there, he saw Lord Lord leading a group of soldiers digging yesterday. The place of the dam is showing something.

"Hey, who, Ren, what are you doing sneakily over there, come here!"

Ren hurried over and found that among the group of people he knew Wu Yuan, Qin Yidao, Wang Shen, Duan Kuan, Song Dahui, and some others he didn't know. These should be members of the patrol team yesterday.

In the heavy rain yesterday, the patrol team was intercepted outside, except for them, the men from the entire village were dispatched.

"Had breakfast?"

"Uh, not yet." Ren hurriedly replied, he was still a little uncomfortable with Lord Lord's questioning which was too routine.

"If you didn’t have breakfast, you went out to do the ball, go back to eat, and then bring your people out. Today, I will divide the house for you, and then go to the old man Huang to get tools. Today, no matter what, we must solve the mountain torrent once and for all. The problem, although there were no flash floods yesterday, it does not mean that there will be no torrential rains next time, and we have to build a threshing ground, right, you wood bumps, every day you know how to eat, eat, kill, even if someone reminds you I can do it too, Song Dahammer who laughs at your sister! Is what I said funny?"

Rennes watched in amazement as the lord’s crowd was splashing with water, dancing with his hands, as if hysteria, but the soldiers below dared to laugh, um, don’t be seen, otherwise they would be kicked and not fight back. of.

"What are you doing in a daze, start work, um, what are you doing with this stuff? Tattered stuff, throw it away!"

"No, Lord Lord, this was borrowed by a elder sister yesterday, and I have to return it." Ren stammered and explained quickly.

"What a shit. Yesterday, I compensated them for a piece of cloth from each household. Hurry up and let the tailor under you, what is it called?"

"Maria, my sister."

"Grass, isn't it called Second Sister Ma?"

"Uh, then it's called Second Sister Ma." Ren Cong was kind, he didn't want to be kicked by this moody lord.

"Well, I don't care what you call, and quickly let her go to the village to teach those stupid women how to make clothes, but Lao Tzu lost his old school and changed it back, so I can't ruin it."

"Hey, okay, Lord Lord, I will go now."

Ren ran fast, feeling that he had a pair of wings on his back. The wind on his face was so strong that his eyes were astringent~www.NovelMTL.com~ He rubbed it hard, and said to his heart that he should be stable this time. Right?

In the distance, Zhang Yang was still roaring. Today was destined to be a busy day. After yesterday’s torrential rain crisis, he suddenly realized that his village was full of loopholes and crises everywhere, so he couldn’t take care of other things. Yes, even today's patrol team was detained, anyway, nowadays, I dare not boast, and within 50 li, all the monsters dare not show up.

"Grass, I forgot again, Wu Yuan, ask someone to go over, let the blacksmith under Ren's and Zhao Tiezhu call ten more craftsmen and quickly set up a blacksmith shop for me. I don't want to consume hope fragments anymore. I'm here to exchange the shovel. How can such a tall and precious thing be exchanged for this rubbish?

Zhang Yang suddenly shouted again. Recently, his temper has soared, mainly because of distress.

Yesterday, because of a moment of happiness, he consumed a piece of white hope fragments and exchanged 200 pieces of cloth for distribution. As a result, he regretted it after a minute, and he still regrets it until now.

That's a fragment of white hope!

"My lord, at least you have reaped the hearts of the people, and the hearts of the people are not a kind of hope. Maybe the fragments of hope are like seeds. The seeds are left in your hands. It is waste to eat them. You have to plant them and watch them sprout and take root. , Grow sturdily, until it grows into a towering tree. At that time, you may not harvest fragments, but complete hope."

At this time, Wu Yuan suddenly said with emotion that the torrential rain yesterday was not only a whole-body wash for Zhang Yang, but also the same for everyone.

So overnight, they discovered that whether it was themselves, others, or even the whole village was different.

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