The feelings of the others around him were a little different. Their words and sighs between them were completely inescapable of Fang Chang's super powerful ears, and they were all heard.

Everyone mainly sighed that the court was really rich by using iron to build roads. Some people were worried about whether someone would steal iron. They were then told that there would be road protection teams, and that destroying the railway tracks was more than destroying the official roads, and they would deal with it quickly. Some people were curious about the Fang Gongji, which was "far better than the cows and horses".

However, there is an expert explanation. A scholar suddenly encountered a sudden rain while traveling, and had an adventure in the mountain temple. He taught a volume of heavenly books by immortals. There are the practices and principles of this square public machine. Therefore, the scholar also developed and spread this method. It is said that the immortal was named Fang, so people called the machine built "Fang Gongji".

"... When my cousin went to the capital, he was lucky enough to see the railway track. The square-bus on it was burning firewood and steaming, and walked forward rumblingly, which was extremely terrifying..."

Many people have curiosity in their eyes, listening to the news around them, and looking at the ever-expanding roadbed with longing.

"I don't know how long it will take to fix it."

"It's early. At present, the roadbed alone will not take long to repair. It is said that the rails must be built with sleepers to withstand the weight. Fortunately, this time the recruitment of the residents was paid to manage the food, otherwise I don't know how big the chaos would cause, and how many people would die..."

"Of course there is a profit, otherwise they will be so quick to do their work?" Someone next to him added, which aroused unanimous agreement from people around him.

While talking, the group had already crossed the railway subgrade and walked onto the stone bridge.

The stone bridge is quite old. The slightly arched bridge deck has been worn and has some potholes. The railings on both sides are relatively not that bad. They must have been replaced as a whole before.

Below the bridge deck is a river that is not very wide, with the water flowing and surging straight to the south.

There are reeds beside the water, which rust in the wind. The bridge deck is not low from the water surface, and there are small boats passing through the river in both directions. Some of the boats have sails hanging, while some of the boatmen stand at the stern of the boat rowing and pole-ups. However, those sailboats have to put their masts down before passing through the bridge holes.

The river below has already heard its origin from the surroundings.

This was built by Wei He when he was leading the water conservancy construction. It is said that he had visited here in person and digged and transported the soil with everyone, making great merits.

Fangchang's destination was outside the city opposite the river. After the people around him were repaired, the floods were no longer there and the fields were harvested. After Wei He passed away, they discussed together and set up a temple for Wei He on the edge of the city. Then there were tributes, fruits and other sacrifices in all seasons.

When he approached the small town, he said goodbye to Xie Yushan, and then went alone to find Wei He's temple.

It is not difficult to find. This temple is located in the most prosperous place outside the city. Judging from the surrounding situation, it should be that after the temple was established, it attracts people to make a living. Fruits, vegetables, utensils, grains, oils, groceries, and those carrying loads of the storefront, with hawking sounds endlessly. There are also many ordinary people who come to the stalls that tell fortunes and write letters, or seek some spiritual comfort.

As a street with temples as the core, there is no shortage of incense and candles here for sale, and there is fierce competition between them, which leads to low profits when rolled in. Fang Chang paid for some high-quality incense and candles, then put half of them in his backpack, took the other half into the temple, and lit them in front of the statue to Wei Hejing in the temple.

Light blue smoke floats up from the incense burner and then dissipates between heaven and earth.

Fang Chang sensed quietly, and then found that he did not choose to enthrone the gods, but had already entered the cycle of reincarnation. He didn't know where he would be in the next life, but the good thing was that he had great achievements in the world, the merits he had accumulated were profound, and the reincarnation was guaranteed to be rich. He flipped his hand and took out Ning Shenpei, who had recovered from the pawnshop before, and threw it forward gently.

Ning Shenpei flew to the waist of the statue of Wei He and hung it there, which was very appropriate.

After the incense and candle burned, Chang Chang turned around and left.

There was a scholar outside who was looking at the boy who looked like a nephew around him and recounted his deeds: "... This Mr. Wei said that in life, there are not so many things that will definitely be accomplished or have valuable uses? Then Mr. Wei rolled up his trousers and went down the river..."

Fang Chang smiled and did not continue listening, but walked out of the city.

A large number of sorghum stems are needed during the process of river control, so the tradition of growing sorghum in a much worse place has been left here. Now the river control has ended long ago, but this habit has remained. Therefore, various utensils made of sorghum stems and high-altitude wine are also considered the legacy of the past.

Fang Chang walked into a tavern, bought half an urn of sorghum wine from the shopkeeper, and asked him to help put it in his gourd. The shop owner felt that the gourd in his hand seemed like a bottomless pit, as if he was not satisfied. He was shocked but did not dare to make a sound. Finally, Fang Chang took the gourd after paying the bill, thanked him and left.

Since Wei He left the temple, he has become more arbitrary and aimless in his journey. Gradually, the scenery around him has changed, and the wheat fields have turned into rice fields. On the side of the path, there are pear trees growing lushly, half-sized pears swaying on the branches like bells, and there are families next to them, staying alone by the pear forest.

Suddenly I remembered that I had passed by here more than a hundred years ago and spent a few cents to buy a few pears to eat. I remember that the pears here taste sweet, rich juice, and much thinner than the duck pears in Huaifengfu.

There is a small town in front of it, and its appearance is quite familiar. The word "Lu Ming" is written on the door plaque.

The teahouse in the small town is still there, but a hundred years have passed, and it has been repaired one after another, so it is impossible to see what it was back then. There is still a storyteller inside, telling the stories passed down from that year. After several developments, the story has long been completely distorted, and it is difficult to see the original appearance.

"good!"

"Another part!"

There were cheers in the teahouse, but with the cheers, "Sorry, sorry, everyone, there are so many today" cheers became cheers, and there were criticism and criticism.

"I only say one paragraph every day, what reward should I give you? I think beautifully."

"Everyone knows that you like to tell stories about gods, but you continue to say it. Once you have thought about it, say it first."

"You deserve to be poor."

"Leave, let go, let go."

Fang Chang leaned over and looked at it, but saw the young storyteller gritting his teeth and insisting on his own rules. He couldn't help but shake his head.

He stepped forward and asked, "It's easy to say more, why don't you continue to say it? It sounds interesting."

The young man shook his head and said, "Your Excellency doesn't know. What I just told is the gains of my recent creation in the dark. It's not that I'm reluctant to use it, but that I can't guarantee that it can be continued after use, so I dare not say more." Then, he said, "It would be great if there were really gods in the world, alas."
Chapter completed!