Xianyu Infrastructure, I have a lot of troops in my hands

The autumn heat is fierce. It takes a lot of energy to stand under the scorching sun, and Xie Xian is unhappy about being teased by others. The gentlemen are wearing wide robes with wide sleeves, looking like fairies.

Compared with them, Xie Xian was dressed in black martial arts uniform and had no jewelry on her body, as if she was compared to a black crow.

Xie Xian took a few gulps of tea and wiped her face with well water.

Looking at Xie Jinyuan's mouth that couldn't close, he felt itchy and walked towards Xie Jinyuan.

Xie Xian was dressed in a tight outfit, with two red necklaces hanging from her high ponytail, and she stood tall. She stood there with her chest and head held high, not having the delicate posture that girls usually have, but looking more handsome than the men.

After spending a few days together, they all knew that Xie Xian's temperament was truly comparable to that of a man, like now.

Faced with provocation, Xie Xian took two steps forward and brought the chattering Xie Jinyuan to her front.

"You're not satisfied with me? How about we switch? Stop complaining here every day."

The tall girl brought Xie Jinyuan, a young man of about fourteen or fifteen years old, to her front.

She looked as if she was ready to beat him up. Xie Jinyuan usually met elegant gentlemen, and when they had a dispute, they would just argue at most. He had never seen someone like Xie Xian who would start a fight at the slightest disagreement.

He was frightened. The girl in front of him had fierce eyes and stared at him as if she wanted to see clearly the filth in his heart.

Xie Jinyuan felt humiliated and tried to resist but failed. In front of the men, he was held in the hands like a chicken. He felt the blood in his body rushing to his head and he was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to die.

Xie Xian brought her up in front of her, raised the corners of her lips, looked around and asked, "Why are you wondering?"

Xie Jinyuan panted and turned away his eyes, his face getting even redder for some reason.

Xie Xian stopped when she saw that she was ahead, put the man down, and snorted with laughter. Her eyes were full of wantonness: "You are not likable at all, kid." After saying that, she didn't forget to pat his fair face.

The men's breathing held. Although they thought Xie Jinyuan was a bit noisy, they thought Xie Xian would take action to discipline him.

But no one expected that Xie Xian would really "take action", not just talking, nor using the eldest brother or the elders of the clan to suppress, but taking direct action.

The movements were skillful, the tone was arrogant, and there was that malicious and threatening expression.

He looked just like a scoundrel living on the streets, and his actions left several men dumbfounded.

They had heard a long time ago that the second wife was more unrestrained and uninhibited than the men. Now they finally saw her. She was so lively and agile that it was difficult to tell whether she was male or female, and she was truly eye-catching.

The tribesmen who were watching originally came to see the feather dance of the young men, but gradually they discovered that Xie Xian's ghost face dance had a more powerful and beautiful beauty.

Moreover, Xie Xian has a great sense of pitch and can always hit the right drum beats, which is pleasing to the eye.

Gradually, everyone's eyes were focused on the black-clothed ghost-faced man in the field. The ladies were even more shocked. Sister, look at me.

Seeing that someone was showing support, Xie Xian also wanted to amuse herself. She focused her eyes, put on a wicked expression, and occasionally winked at the girls. Her heroic figure made the girls blush and their hearts beat fast.

Xie Ziqi covered his face, hey! What's going on?

Xie Jinyuan couldn't stand it anymore and was about to say something, but when he saw Xie Xian's eyes sweeping over him, he shut up obediently. This embarrassing thing was enough just once.

Xie Xiuyuan shrugged his shoulders and laughed. This second wife Xian was really interesting. She had the same unruly personality as the knights he often associated with. But which man could control such a woman?

During these two days, Xie Xian was busy rehearsing during the day and compiling information at night. Qingdai helped prepare the costumes and props for the sacrificial dance, and the old immortal master only brought a bone mask.

Xie Xian was almost overwhelmed by their irresponsible attitude. Didn't you say you take it seriously? You just left it all to yourself.

There was no other way. In order to avoid wearing feathers, Xie Xian could only think of a way. She suddenly remembered the modern magic Nuo mask dance she had watched in the video before. Otherwise......

Que County is now immersed in the celebration of the Harvest Festival, but the situation in Que County is relatively better. Many cities are still besieged by disaster victims, and it is difficult for the Harvest Festival to maintain normal operation.

County Magistrate Bai looked at the document in his hand, his expression changing. In this official examination, the population of Que County increased by three points, the county's public security was good, and the grain was stored in the warehouse.

This person stands out among the many refugees in the county who complain and ask for help every day. It is extremely conspicuous. Although it is a good thing, such excellence does attract attention. Along with the commendation came the notice that Que County was required to take in more refugees.

There was absolutely no intention to discuss the matter with him, and the only thing he knew was that the refugees were already on the way.

Magistrate Bai, who was addressed as Lord Ling, was naturally responsible for Que County. The reason why he was able to take over so many refugees safely this time was entirely because of the new house-building method and work-for-relief proposed by the daughter of the Xie family.

But now, after a month's hard work by thousands of people, there is nothing left for them to do, and the land around Que County is really not suitable for cultivation, and it is not known how to deal with the 3,000 refugees they have now.

Now nearly 10,000 people have been assigned to him. Is he trying to kill himself?

"These guys just can't stand to see me get even a little better!" He threw the coupon on the ground in anger.

He was anxious, knowing that it was no longer possible to refuse. His colleagues were quick to act, and they just hoped that they could come up with a way to deal with the next matter.

How could his small Que County accommodate so many people?

He had originally thought that this harvest festival would be a big one so that the refugees could settle down in Que County. But now so many people were coming, and County Magistrate Bai was just feeling overwhelmed.

At this time, a servant came to report that the immortal master Luo Jiao wanted to see him.

County Magistrate Bai, take a deep breath.

The old immortal master walked in leisurely, bowed and said, "Lord Bai Ling, everything is ready for the Harvest Festival." The date was set for the day after tomorrow.

By then, people from several nearby towns and villages will come. Although it is lively, the security pressure is also great!

Speaking of guards, County Magistrate Bai couldn't help but think of Xie Xian. He asked with great interest, "Oh? I heard that there will be a Nuo mask dance by the Xie family's daughter this time."

This matter spread throughout the county. Some said that the daughter of the Xie family had been possessed by a spirit, while others said that she was parading little ghosts through the streets.

The old immortal master said dimly: "Yes, the lady of Xie family is an excellent dancer," It is true that she is an excellent martial artist. It seems that Xie Jinyuan was beaten again, but the lady of Xie family promised not to slap him in the face, so everyone pretended not to see it.

"That's great!" Finally there was some good news. The fact that the Lady of the Xie Family could show up at the Harvest Festival was also a tacit understanding among the county's top leaders.

As the master of the Black Stone Guard, the barrier of Que County, how could he not show up?

People from all over the county come to watch, and it is also a rare festival for everyone to relax. Every clan and every family will send out floats to parade through the streets.

Villagers hold flowers or fruits and throw them on the floats they like. Therefore, this is also the time for each family to compete with each other.