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- The only thing that can be determined is that the fluctuations in luck have something to do with the pseudo-emperor's enshrinement. §êw§ëFirst,
It seems that we can only wait until tomorrow to see the situation. Yang Chenyu immediately sat down on the bed with his legs crossed, closed his eyes, and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.
Early the next morning, before the sun rose in the sky, a soldier's rude roar came from outside: "Open the door quickly! I've wasted time and I want your head in!"
Now it is no longer the situation before the troubled times. The soldiers are the grass-headed kings. Therefore, the army has the highest status and is the most feared. If you are angry, killing a few people is simply a trivial matter.
Therefore, the hotel owner did not dare to be negligent at all. He opened the door and thrust a pack of banknotes issued by Qing Emperor into the hands of the leading officer: "Good morning, sir, please come in."
To be honest, the banknotes issued by the Qing Emperor are not very valuable. After all, there is no gold and silver reserves as a backing. They only issue them and do not recycle them. The value can be imagined.
Of course, this is all money. The officer's face suddenly became much better, and his speech became much softer: "His Majesty the Emperor has an edict. You all know it. Hurry up and move the people in your hotel into the capital." Call me and bring more food, this ceremony will probably take a lot of time."
After the chief received the money, he would naturally give some advice, but no matter how much money the boss gave, it was impossible not to go to the foot of Mount Tai.
"This is His Majesty the Qing Emperor's will. No one dares to violate it. Anyone who violates it will have already entered the belly of those monsters."
Hearing the officer's words, the boss's face became a little ugly, and he had to ask the waiter to prepare. Then he led several soldiers to knock on the door one by one to wake up the passengers from their sleep.
Yang Chenyu now looks like an ordinary middle-aged man. He was driven to the street with other tourists, all of them bleary-eyed.
Some passengers were very dissatisfied and argued with the soldiers for a few more words, only to be pulled directly to the street and executed.
Looking at the head that fell to the ground and rolled a few steps, and the blood flowing in the pits on the ground, everyone suddenly fell silent, and the only sound left on the street was the rude scolding of the soldiers.
Yang Chenyu couldn't help but sigh, life in troubled times is cheap, not as good as pigs and dogs.
Gradually, the residents of the entire county were driven out and gathered on the streets. The soldiers searched several times. After finding no residents hiding at home, they drove them into the group towards Mount Tai in the distance.
There are not many entrances in this county, only about 10,000 people can enter. If it were placed before the troubled times, it would be considered a small number. At that time, there were 70,000 or 80,000 entrances in a county.
But in these troubled times, it would be good to have thousands of entrances. Walking on the road is also vast and continuous.
The closer you get to Mount Tai, the more people come on the road. From time to time, you can see thick smoke rising from some villages. It is said that this is a punishment for those who refuse to leave the house, and the house is directly set on fire and burned.
When we arrived at the foot of Mount Tai, we were already entering the mountains and the sea, and a large number of soldiers surrounded the foot of Mount Tai.
Looking up, there is sadness on every face.
"Don't think it's as simple as just rushing here. For the villagers, whether the emperor is consecrating him or offering sacrifices, he doesn't care about his own affairs. What he needs is to farm and have enough food.
Some places that were far away rushed here a week in advance. Those who brought little food had to dig up grass roots to eat.
¡°If it had been longer, I¡¯m afraid some of them would have starved to death.
"Bi Jing, hundreds of thousands of people have gathered around Mount Tai, and I'm afraid that by the time they gather, it will be close to a million."
Considering that Qingdi owns more than 20 county towns, this is the ultimate.
But nearly a million people gather here, not for production, but for consumption. As time goes by, even grass roots and tree bark will probably be eaten up.
"Coupled with millions of people leaving their homes, if the weather changes slightly and the fields become barren and there is no harvest, it will be a huge disaster!"
At this time, Yang Chenyu vaguely saw a trace of black energy emerging from Mount Tai.
At this time, Yang Chenyu discovered that under certain conditions, the disaster caused by a mortal would probably not be smaller than that of a giant monster.
After squatting at the foot of Mount Tai for two days, there were more and more people. So many people gathered together to eat, poop and urinate. In addition, the army only cared about whether there were people escaping, and did not care about anything else. So the foot of Mount Tai became a mess. , when you go out for a walk, you will step on feces accidentally, and the smell will be overwhelming.
Fortunately, upon hearing that His Majesty the Emperor was about to arrive, a general in charge of managing the group hurriedly organized the group and cleaned it up.
The garbage and excrement that was cleaned up was loaded into hundreds of trucks and dumped dozens of miles away. According to the villagers who dumped the excrement, it was piled up there.Dung Mountain, I must pull some dung back to fertilize the fields next year.
It was said that people around him couldn¡¯t even eat.
In the early morning, before the sun rose in the sky, the army brought breakfast over. It was porridge, which was a bit clear, but it was also a rare food.
"This is His Majesty the Emperor's grace! Come on, say long live His Majesty the Emperor, and you will get a bowl of porridge."
The soldiers in charge of serving porridge kept yelling, and the foam sprayed into the wooden barrels containing the porridge. However, the villagers still rushed forward, chanting "Long Live His Majesty the Emperor" and holding wooden bowls, regardless of whether the porridge in the bowl was boiling hot or not. , swallowed a few mouthfuls and then rushed to the barrel again.
Yang Chenyu will not drink the porridge. Even if he does not eat for a thousand years, Yang Chenyu will not be hungry, but his eyes are looking into the distance.
As the group began to receive porridge, a dragon-shaped luck appeared in the distance, and began to grow as the group kept chanting "Long Live His Majesty the Emperor." Although the speed was not fast, it was rare in this troubled world.
"Dragon energy? Jingran has gathered dragon energy?"
Yang Chenyu couldn't help but frowned, this should be the direction where the Qing Emperor was.
What he never expected was that a guy named the Emperor, who was actually a warlord, had also gathered dragon energy, and he also knew how to use small favors and tips to enhance his own luck.
"Obviously, asking the villagers to recite that sentence while drinking porridge was not to show off their civilized and martial virtues, but to take advantage of the villagers' emotions when they drank porridge after being hungry for several days.
Don¡¯t underestimate this touch. Since their appetites are satisfied, these villagers will not resent the emperor at least when they drink porridge, and they will also be a little touched. The words they recite in this situation will make them. Luck condensed into His Majesty the Emperor.
No wonder the emperor would prepare so much porridge. Even if some villagers drank three or four bowls, the soldiers would not show their anger, but would continue to fill them up for them.
This is what you gain and lose, and this is the mystery of luck.
The Qinglong Dao Vein created by Yang Chenyu can swallow up all Xiyi's luck. It is also true that the villagers, protected by the Qinglong Dao Vein, will naturally talk about the benefits of the Qinglong Dao Vein, so that their luck is condensed into the Qinglong Dao Vein. pulse.
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