After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

On a country road at sunset, the setting sun casts the shadows of two people. They walk on the light and shadow cutting line of the wheat field, passing through the floating mixture of light and dark.

The girl walked in front of him holding his hand. The wind made her hair float and brought a faint fragrance to the boy's nose.

She smoothed her hair with her other hand, but was unwilling to let go of his hand.

Li Mo suddenly felt that the scene before him was familiar but not quite real.

It's like I've seen it in a dream, but I forgot it after I woke up. Only when I encountered a similar scene did I feel like it was something I had experienced before.

He thought of Monet's "Woman with a Parasol", but in a sunset version...

Then Li Mo was stunned.

"Sister Fairy, is this the way back to the village? Why are the trees getting more desolate the further we go?"

Ying Bing was startled, looked around, and frowned: "Isn't this the way back to Limo Village? It seems that it is not..."

Li Mo: “???”

"Sister Fairy, you are not directionally challenged, are you?"

"How is that possible? I was just thinking about it."

"Too."

Fairy sister must have come to save him that day.

Although I don’t know the reason, if someone is directionally challenged, how could he find himself accurately?

It's impossible to think about it... It's impossible... Maybe...

Half a minute later, Li Mo looked at the place not far away with a serious face. There was a group of pheasants looking at him fiercely and digging the ground with their claws.

This group of pheasants has a strong sense of protection for their territory and can fly. Even tigers will suffer if they enter their territory.

Now that you have come, you have come.

On the way back, Li Mo carried a few frozen pheasant ice sculptures on his back.

"So, Sister Fairy, you wanted to eat pheasant chicken in the first place?"

"Yes, that's it."

Sister Fairy had a cold expression on her face, making it impossible to associate her with someone who was directionally challenged. She continued:

"Okay, let's go back, it's getting dark."

Then she followed Li Mo closely.

Li Mo: “….”

As they returned home, the last rays of dusk were about to fade away.

The fire in the blacksmith shop was lit, but it was only smoke that was emitted. The bones of the wild pheasant were stewed into soup, the meat was shaved off and made into hand-shredded chicken, and the leftovers were stir-fried into spicy and sour chicken offal. One chicken could be cooked in three ways, and the arrangement was very clear.

Ying Bing twisted the needle made of ice crystals with her fingertips and threaded the needle with the help of the firelight.

“If only it could continue like this.”

Li Mo thought so.

that's the truth.

The picture of Jiangshan Sheji seemed to be fast-forwarded.

For the next ten years or so, men farmed and women wove, continuing this kind of life. During this process, Little Blacksmith Li became Blacksmith Li, and the children in the village grew up.

The old village chief also passed away. When he died, he handed the key to the village ancestral hall to Li Mo, asking him to carry his tablet into the ancestral hall with his own hands, which meant that he became the new patriarch.

Of course, during this period, the area and population of Dawang Village doubled, and "Thousand Shapes Technique" provided the village with more abundant productivity.

Moreover, over the past ten years, demons have become less and less able to threaten the village. In the past, if the village was unlucky, it was very likely that only a few people would survive.

Nowadays, there are only three or two of them, and they are just larger beasts.

This unique martial art also spread to several neighboring villages, and more and more people learned it.

Everyone said that it was the fairy lady from the celestial clan who was preaching.

"I'd just love to read some country love stories!"

"Everyone is fast-forwarding. What am I looking at?"

"I'd be happy to see all of the past ten years; it's all gone in the blink of an eye."

Of course, only a small number of people are dissatisfied with the timeline jump of Jiangshan Shejitu.

After all, each round of natural disasters is separated by fifty years.

Shang Qinqing was dissatisfied mainly because she was still in her rebellious period at the age of thousands.

"The underground city seems to have submitted to the rule of the sky city?"

"The gap between the people of Sky City and Underground City is just like the gap between Underground City and Human City..."

"Oh yes, there are three people participating in the Heavenly Man Trial this time."

"Jiang Yu's idea is good. If the three cities can become a whole, the probability of overcoming difficulties together will be much greater. After all, the people of Human City can't even fight against natural disasters."

"Why does this look so familiar to me? Inner city, outer city, outside Central Shenzhou..."

Many people from other places who came to the capital looked at each other in confusion.

I was laughing, but suddenly I couldn't laugh anymore.

"Well, if this continues, the first place in this trial will probably be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

"After all, every decision he makes can affect the entire Tianren City. Young Master Li and Fairy Han have been enjoying the farmhouse fun."

What's more, although Young Master Li has practiced the "Thousand Forms Technique" for many years, it was essentially born in the Human City.

His life span will come to an end after the first round of natural disasters at most.

But no one knows whether Fairy Han will return to Tiancheng at that time, so it is difficult to draw a conclusion for the time being.

at this time.

In the Jiangshan Sheji Tu, Jiang Yu's political decrees have begun to radiate outward through the underground city.

In the remote ancestral hall of Dawang Village, two men and one woman were sitting under the ancestral tablets.

They were dressed in exquisite and luxurious clothes, and their every move and gesture exuded the majesty of a superior. Although they were not as naturally magical as the celestial people, they were clearly different from the villagers surrounding the ancestral hall.

"Who is the village chief?"

The middle-aged dungeon leader took a sip of tea, frowned, and spat it out.

"I am."

Li Mo walked out without looking around and sat down opposite him straight in the face.

The three underground city envoys looked at each other and felt that there was something strange about the Great King Village. Ordinary country folk would either tremble in fear or fawn over them when they saw them.

What’s going on with the people in Dawang Village and the surrounding villages?

"We are here this time to receive the decree from the upper tribe of Tiancheng. The request is very simple."

"From now on, all the tablets enshrined in the ancestral hall will be replaced with those of the Celestial Clan masters. From now on, the annual grain harvest will be split 30% with the Underworld Clan."

After saying that, he wiped his mouth calmly.

The villagers in the ancestral hall looked at each other in confusion.

“How can the ancestral tablets be changed?”

"We worked so hard all year, how come we only achieved 70%?"

"Seventy percent of it belongs to someone else!"

Ignoring the noisy villagers, the middle-aged man in the dungeon who was leading the group looked at Li Mo:

"Village Chief, what do you think? No matter how much we spend, it's not as important as the safety of our descendants."

"As far as I know, the people of Tiancheng don't need to eat unless they are greedy. What do they need so much food for?"

Li Mo neither agreed nor refused, but raised a question.

Three people: "?"

How did he know that the people of the Celestial Clan didn’t need to eat except for being greedy?

The young man from the underground city was less composed and said impatiently, "Of course it's what we want."

"But isn't it the Celestial Clan that is protecting us?"

"First, it was us. Those we couldn't handle were the Celestial Clan. Therefore, offerings and respects were given to the Celestial Clan, and food was given to us."

Li Mo stared at him. "With only 30% of the harvest, even in a good year, we can only barely fill our stomachs with thin gruel. If that's the case, won't we just become livestock living in a muddle?"

"As long as I'm alive, what's wrong with living a miserable life? If it weren't for the size of your Dawang Village, there would be many people who would want to be animals but wouldn't have the chance."

Snapped--

A sickle was slammed onto the table.

Li Mo asked again: "Can this one survive?"

"If you can live, you have to be an animal."

Snapped--

A forging hammer was slammed onto the table again.

"Can this one survive?"

"They can survive, but only a few will survive."

The hammer was picked up and placed on the sickle, and the two were stacked together.

"With this and this, can we all live with dignity?"