When the topic of tying them up and throwing them into the mountains came up, the Song brothers all shrank back in fear.
The fourth couple has been abandoned in the mountains for so many days, and there's still no news of them. They've probably been eaten by wild animals in the mountains.
Lu Cuilan is Lu Shiyan's own aunt, yet Lu Shiyan can be so ruthless.
The Lu family would certainly be even more ruthless towards people like them who have absolutely no connection to the Lu family.
The brothers all quieted down and dared not say anything more.
Seeing that he had intimidated the group, Village Chief Song withdrew his fierce gaze.
However, he did not immediately trust the Fang brothers.
After everyone had left, he found a few honest and reliable families and asked them to keep an eye on the Fang brothers.
"Don't let a few bad apples spoil the whole bunch; this is a matter for all of us. If we drive the Lu family away, it won't do any good for any of us."
Village Chief Song said with a long face, "Everyone should put away their ulterior motives and work together towards the same goal."
“We remember the Lu family’s kindness. Don’t worry, Village Chief Song, we are not ungrateful people and will never let the Lu family down.”
“If anyone dares to do anything that is detrimental to the village, I, Chen Datou, will be the first to disagree.”
...
After everyone made their promises, they each returned to their own resting places.
The next day at daybreak, after everyone had a quick wash and a meal, they all came to the Lu family to ask about the day's arrangements.
Last night, Jiang Tangtang found writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones among the stolen goods, and she drew blueprints overnight.
I got back to the valley late yesterday, and then stayed up all night drawing blueprints. I'm still not awake.
Awakened by the villagers' conversation, she irritably tore off a piece of paper, covered her face to block the sunlight, and tried to go back to sleep.
The system, however, dutifully acted as an alarm clock, waving a flag and shouting in her mind, "[Host, wake up! Earn career points! Leading the villagers to build a beautiful home will double your career points, allowing you to not only participate in random prize draws but also expand your storage space.]"
Jiang Tangtang was getting annoyed by the system, and finally had to rub her eyes and sit up from the stone slab.
She took out the drawings she had made last night and gave them to Village Chief Song, saying, "Village Chief, this is the valley planning map I drew last night. Take a look."
Village Chief Song couldn't quite understand the drawings she made, but he could tell at a glance that the handwriting on them was extraordinary.
He was startled.
When did Lu Sanlang's wife learn to read and write? Her handwriting is just as good as his Junjun's.
His son Junjun was trained by the whole family for more than ten years to write such beautiful characters.
How could a woman like Jiang write such beautiful characters?
Village Chief Song was too shocked, and the memory of his deceased son stirred up painful memories in his heart. He held the blueprints and forgot to react for a moment.
Guo Xuantong felt a surge of annoyance when she saw that Jiang Tangtang was holding the Xuan paper that her father often used.
Although it wasn't Lu Shiyan who led the rescue yesterday, these valuables had already fallen into the hands of the Western Rong soldiers, and the mother and her daughters had long been abused by them.
However, the fact that these villagers so rudely took away her family's belongings still made her feel very uncomfortable.
In particular, the fact that such high-quality Xuan paper had fallen into the hands of a vulgar woman was an insult to Xuan paper.
Such a vulgar woman probably can't even read many words, so what's the point of her drawing blueprints?
A look of disdain flashed in Guo Xuantong's eyes as she glanced at the blueprints in Village Chief Song's hand.
The moment her gaze fell upon the rice paper, she froze completely.
How could that be!
She's just a pretty village woman; how could she possibly have such beautiful handwriting?
"You can actually read?" Guo Xuantong was so shocked that she couldn't help but shout out her thoughts.
Jiang Tangtang raised an eyebrow, ignoring her. It was her shocking remark that pulled Village Chief Song back from his grief.
The youngest son has passed away; those who are still alive must live their lives well.
He suppressed his grief and handed the blueprints back to Jiang Tangtang, saying, "Sanlang's wife, I can understand some of the characters, but I don't quite understand the symbols on your blueprints. Why don't you tell everyone where to dig? We'll do whatever you say."
Jiang Tangtang took the blueprints, intending to explain them to Village Chief Song.
But upon seeing Lu Shiyan, she remembered something and handed him the blueprints, saying, "Husband, please take a look at the plan for the valley. Is there anything inappropriate about it?"
I realized that when I drew the picture, I incorporated many modern habits, which people in this era might not understand.
So when I showed the blueprints to Lu Shiyan this time, I also pointed to them and started explaining them.
After listening, Lu Shiyan thought for a while and said, "The entrance to the valley needs to be changed. Houses can be built here, but it would be best to build several houses together, like a fortress, so that they can also serve a defensive purpose."
Seeing that neither Jiang Tangtang nor Village Chief Song understood, he picked up the unwashed calligraphy brush that Jiang Tangtang had used the night before, dipped it in a little water, added a few strokes to the drawing, and made a mark next to it with words.
Jiang Tangtang and Village Chief Song both thought Lu Shiyan's suggestion was excellent, and the group then discussed the details of building the fortress in detail.
Guo Xuantong, however, did not pay attention to anything else.
All her attention was focused on Lu Shiyan.
When she saw Lu Shiyan's handwriting, her heart started pounding uncontrollably again.
My benefactor is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also has excellent handwriting.
Her gaze unconsciously moved from the words on the rice paper to Lu Shiyan's hand, and then slowly moved upwards to his face.
Such a handsome, skilled, and talented man, with a wealth of abilities, is already married.
Guo Xuantong was filled with grief and almost burst into tears.
Why is she so unlucky? Her ex-fiancé was a heartless man, and now that she's finally met someone she likes, they've already gotten married, and he doesn't even give her a second glance.
She ended up in this bandit's den again...
No one paid attention to Guo Xuantong's complaints; the villagers in the valley were all busy.
The valuables brought back from outside yesterday were separated out.
Valuable jewels, gold, and silver were left behind to be exchanged for food when the time was right. The food would then be used as payment to the villagers.
This was Jiang Tangtang's suggestion.
People who do heavy work can be given two bowls of rice a day, while people who do light work can be given one bowl of rice a day.
There is no food distribution if no one works.
The Fang brothers thought the Lu family was planning to feed the whole village, and they wanted to just coast along and get some food.
But no one expected Jiang Tangtang to come up with such a grain distribution system.
They were all filled with hatred.
"Village Chief Song, I disagree!" Gao Shumei shouted. "You are bullying us, a widow and her orphans. You know there are no men in my family, so you are deliberately targeting us."
Village Chief Song's beard bristled with anger. "Gao Shumei, don't be unreasonable. Your family may not have men, but it's not like you have no one else. If you can't do the heavy work of carrying mud and firing bricks, can't you at least make brick blanks? You'll still get a bowl of rice, won't you?"
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