Chef Wushuang of the Three Kingdoms

Still a disaster.

He knows nothing.

……

"call!"

Fang Mo stood up, looking at the melted black ground, he wished he could kneel down and kiss him.

In the past, he was not from Liaodong, but he was also very happy about this black land.

People with lumps like to chat and treat people with special enthusiasm.

However, behind the enthusiasm of these people, it is said that there is a part of the relationship.

Anyone who has crossed the Guandong knows what they encountered along the way.

At that time, no one would give them any food to eat, but they were still being driven behind, because there was a great famine behind!

Therefore, they had no choice but to come to the land of Liaodong. For the local people, some of them were welcome, and some were not very welcome.

Therefore, these people who have entered the Guandong must make themselves enthusiastic.

Enthusiasm may be exchanged for a bite, but boredom can only be...

However, after breaking through the Guandong, the disaster actually did not end.

In the few years before the middle of the twentieth century, the sun rose up, and the whole world was bright.

On this ancient land, civilization once again shines with new splendor.

This ancient civilization once again stood on the world stage, and its opponents have changed countless times, but she has never changed.

But this black land is responsible for the people of Qingzhou, Youzhou, and most of Jizhou under the original disaster.

This is a land of hope.

Although it is dark, it is black and shiny, black is shining, and black is bright!

……

"Fourth brother, are you sure you're not mistaken, can the original Yellow Turban rebels and millions of disaster victims be settled here?"

Standing next to Fang Mo, Zhang Fei couldn't understand where Fang Mo's excitement came from.

"You don't understand, you really don't understand."

Fang Mo shook his head and said with a smile: "From here, there is still a lot of room for development, some place in Xibo can completely grow potatoes!

If we occupy the present, the future is true since time immemorial.

Then, the outlet to the sea will never be controlled again.

Hope is going to be huge.

You do not understand……"

Seeing Fang Mo's neurotic speech, Zhang Fei shook his hands and snorted, "If you don't understand, you don't understand. Anyway, I've become a general. It doesn't matter if I understand this place, hehehe..."

since three months.

Zhang Fei took his men and fought around until he beat Goguryeo and Gongsun Du away, and then successfully opened up this piece of black land.

His accomplishments are absolutely terrifying.

It is precisely because of this that after Liu Bei made his appearance, he became the only general under Liu Bei.

The other general was naturally Guan Yu.

Although they are just miscellaneous generals, the two of them have become township lords!

Know what this means?

This means that after Guan Yu, you can no longer say that I am the Marquis of Han Shouting.

He is Xianghou, one level higher than Tinghou!

It's about the same as Marquis Wuxiang.

"Tch, it's really useless to tell you." Fang Mo waved his hand and said with a displeased face: "Brother is here, he will definitely know how much I have done and how helpful it will be to the future."

"Brother doesn't understand..."

Zhang Fei was having fun, when he heard this, he suddenly laughed.

Chapter 807 Will My Lord Wait For Three Years?

"How do you know that big brother doesn't understand?"

"How do you know that big brother understands?"

"you!"

"I!"

"Uh, third brother, you won't be possessed by some monster, right? It's not like you."

"Hehehehe, hahahahahaha..."

Zhang Fei laughed wildly, with a slippery mouth, he sneered at this moment, and said with a sneer: "Fourth brother, do you know that there is a saying that is close to Zhu Zhechi, and close to ink is black?"

"Am I dark? Am I red?" Fang Mo touched his face, then shook his head with great certainty, "I'm neither black nor red, so don't talk nonsense."

Zhang Fei hung his eyes and didn't even pay attention to him. He stood silently by the side without saying a word, letting the wind and the sun shine.

If it weren't for the fear that this guy would be stabbed to death suddenly here, he might not even come here.

……

It's a bit hot in May.

The victims who had just settled down looked longingly at the patches of black land, and they really felt the changes.

They who may have had no chance of life in the past, now have a chance to survive.

As long as they can cultivate a little more, they can live a little more like human beings.

"Uncle Liu Huang, you are a good man!"