Chapter 647

Chen Zhaoan records them one by one, hearing the end.

"Young people between fourteen or fifteen and twenty? What does Lord Liang want to call them to do?"

"I have my own uses."

Liang Qu doesn't say much, and Chen Zhaoan doesn't ask much.

Simply repeating and confirming it's correct, the village elder leaves leaning on his cane.

Night.

The starlight flows quietly.

The busy clerks at the pier gradually disperse.

Liang Qu hugs the fish roe and comes out of the water, uses the Green Wolf to cut open the tough membrane, and divides it into three portions.

One portion is handed to House Steward Zhang Xu, asking him to pass it to the Prince of Yue. It's a novelty from the sea; it would be a pity not to taste it.

Another portion is taken to the ice cellar to be frozen, left for the master's sect that has not yet returned home.

The last portion...

Small courtyard.

The weeds in the corner of the wall stand tall and sway in the biting cold wind, the yellowish leaf tips appearing not so relaxed.

Wen Wen Shi Yun rides the Black Dragon to patrol the territory.

Tattakai accompanies on the side, claws pulling the Black Dragon's collar, busy before and after.

The Grandson comes back every time.

Tattakai's attitude is different every time.

A master of changing faces.

Slap!

The withered vine hangs down, sparks fly in the fire basin, and Su Guishan lies on the lounge chair, dozing off.

"Uncle!"

Liang Qu hugs the squid eggs and places them on the table.

The fragrance is enticing.

Su Guishan glances: "Speak, what do you want."

"Give the kid two treasure fish!"

"Go to the River-Lake Office to pick them yourself."

"Got it!"

Liang Qu grips the waist token and hurriedly goes out into the night.

Not half a quarter of an hour later.

The Silver Chi and Blood Lion in the water vat in the courtyard successfully "proliferated," each having one more "copy."

Trading small for big, it works every time!

Big Bull's little hobby is enough to support quite a few people.

Tattakai and Wen Wen Shi Yun lie on the edge of the vat, staring at the swimming Blood Lion, opening their mouths wide.

"It's poisonous, don't touch it."

Liang Qu pats Little Stone's head and pulls him away from the water vat.

After patting.

He always feels something is wrong.

An inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

Thinking for a moment.

Perhaps thinking it's not safe enough, he simply lets Tattakai move the water vat into the study and locks the door.

Patting his back and letting Little Stone go play in the backyard by himself, Liang Qu turns and comes to the pond to check the progress of each beast's work.

The cold night is quiet, the pond water is calm, dozens of sea butterflies emit orange light, dancing gracefully, occasionally a turtle pagoda slides into the pond, stirring up water waves, and the vortex formed by blue light rolls along the pond stones.

Beautiful is beautiful.

But thinking of the cost makes his heart ache.

Two days ago, Long Yanrui ran over to settle the account; Liang Qu never expected that sea butterflies would be outrageously expensive.

Sea butterflies themselves are not expensive, but they are neither spirit nor monster. To survive in freshwater, they must be fed special freshwater algae for modification.

Things that were originally worthless skyrocketed in value after modification. Exchanging for them almost cost ten taels each!

Fifty, five hundred taels!

There were even two that weren't modified well; they died after being raised for half a day, floating dead, a bloody loss of twenty.

Eh.

Bought is bought.

There is no such thing as returning goods.

Swallowing the bitter fruit, just pretend he is also Big Bull, and his little hobby supported other fish.

Gaze shifts.

Looking at the pond side again.

The uncomfortable mood immediately feels much better.

There are still quite a few good things.

The new assembled large ship model is taking shape, one complete, one half-done.

Practice makes perfect.

Assembling large ships, initially the big beaver family needed to spend more than two months; now they have successfully compressed the time to within two months.

In terms of exchange efficiency, it is gradually becoming higher than manufacturing normal large ships.

Like last year, don't rush the finished ones; send two together for the New Year, a special Spring Festival supply.

However, at this time, the big beaver temporarily stops its work and runs to the pond side to build a small wooden house.

New mission for the beaver family!

Dig a bathhouse!

Xu Yuelong's bold idea is quite pioneering and inspired Liang Qu.

Life cannot be without hot baths.

Winter is even more so.

Don't go to the bathhouse outside.

Boiling water at home, letting out water, it's quite inconvenient.

Liang Qu decides to use volcanic algae to build a home version!

Not complicated.

Let "Cannot Move" and "Fist," who are good at digging holes, dig a large pit with three layers of steps on the ground, lay round stones at the bottom, like a natural rock hot spring. The water inside does not connect to the pond, and volcanic algae are raised.

At two-thirds of the pit mouth, insert a few pillars, build a small wooden house, and lay precious wood that doesn't rot in water and has good thermal conductivity.

Afterwards, the heat is transferred to the wooden house through the wooden boards. Adding water makes a perfect bathhouse; not adding water makes a sauna room.

And it's dual-use, outdoor and indoor!

Enjoy!

"Cannot Move" flicks its tail, looking forward to the outdoor bath.

"Work hard! After building the wooden house, I'll give you two more good ores every month!"

The big beaver pats its tail.

Sawdust dances wildly.

Gnaw gnaw gnaw~

Noon the next day.

The sky is gray, as if it's going to snow.

Chen Zhaoan braves the cold to deliver the roster, reaching his hands over the fire basin to warm up.

"Yixing Town now has a large population, but the original Yixing City had about three hundred households. Over the past two years, a few households bought residential land and moved away, and there aren't too many young people left who meet the conditions."

Liang Qu browses roughly.

The content is roughly consistent with what Chen Zhaoan said, just a few pages of content, dozens of young people, each person's name, age, parents all present, and a few lines of comments below, character and deeds.

The village elder is quite handy at doing this.

In a small village, which family has a good boy, what kind of character, idleness, filial piety, stupidity, simplicity—that would never be forgotten, it's crystal clear.

During this time, Liang Qu also noticed a familiar name.

Liang Liu.

Heh!

Almost forgot he had a cheap uncle.

Liu Zi.

Liang Guangtian's son, seventeen or eighteen years old, looks like he is half a year younger than himself, also a native of Yixing City.

It's just that he wasn't circled with a cinnabar brush, and the comment after the name is weak-willed, greedy for petty gains, and vulgar in speech.

A very ordinary little citizen.

When Chen Zhaoan registered, he hesitated.

When Liang Guangtian came to Liang Qu's door to make trouble, it was he who used his cane to drive him out.

How could he not know that the two families had long had a grudge.

Just pondering for a long time, finally thinking it was unnecessary to make an extra move, and making a decision for Liang Qu was definitely not a good thing, so he still wrote it down.

In Yixing Town, if the main person doesn't speak, no one dares to squeeze, and no one dares to help.

Therefore, although the Liang Guangtian family didn't get Liang Qu's light, their life wasn't too bad, just ordinary old villagers.

Liang Qu is not polite, directly putting a big cross on the name.

Times have changed.

In the past, Liang Ashui dealing with poor relatives was somewhat unfavorable to his reputation.

Now acting again, others would feel that the poor relatives are at fault.

It's just that the realm is different, and the mentality is the same.

Liang Qu is too lazy to exert effort.

A small character not worth mentioning.

Scanning a few times.

Hooking out two familiar names, but without cinnabar marks.

"In the future, if you want a roster, don't give me the Liang Guangtian family. After the River God Festival, let those I circled and those hooked with a cinnabar brush come to see me alone."

"Understood."

Chen Zhaoan puts away the roster and leaves a sacrificial text before saying goodbye and leaving.

Crackle!

Sparks fly.

Liang Qu flips through the sacrificial text several times, puts it into the drawer, and returns to the pond in the backyard.

Water waves flow.

The fat catfish and other beasts are ready for battle.

Liang Qu jumps into the water, transforms into a White Ape, flashes a few times, and swims through the underground river to the Great Marsh.

In the Pingyang Prefecture water territory, the Flood Dragon has too many eyes and ears.

Before the River God Festival, it still needs to be simply cleaned up, and by the way, select suitable offerings from it.

(End of chapter)