Chapter 700: Wuguo (2)

Wuguo, like the spring rain, is slow, but it is changing steadily.
First of all, the terrain around Tie Dingshan City has changed.
In the original Dawu Shenguo period, Tiedingshan City was the only mountain in the surrounding million miles. The four fields were flat. Only such a square-shaped mountain peak stood tall, such as a monster, and it was magnificent.
Nowadays, around the city of Tie Dingshan, the mountains and mountains, the Qifeng bulge, are full of beautiful scenery.
The yin and yang people, the five-way people, and the Bohai people searched for good mountains and waters from Yuzhou and other places. Under the careful design of Ma Liang’s master of painting, it is like a beautiful picture of Jiangshan, which is displayed around Tiedingshan.
A series of veins were suppressed by Yuan Qilin with Da Shentong, and they were arranged into an excellent feng shui array. The new veins gradually merged with the original veins around the city.
The number of the state's land is within a million miles. The surrounding area of ​​Tie Dingshan City can be very abundant. It is a cultivation of holy places. For example, the concentration of the earth's energy is a few times.
Yuan Qilin proudly boasted, with his feng shui array, the geology around Tiedingshan City will accelerate its growth. In the future, the cultivation environment will be better and better, and it will have the singular effect of prolonging life and increasing Fufu.
It doesn't take long for the future, even if it is a stone, it can be nourished by the rich energy around Tie Dingshan City, and it will become a world-class jade, which can breed spirituality, and even have the possibility of embarking on cultivation and turning into human form.
In the territory of the Wu Kingdom, the children of the gates and the nobles have been distributed in all directions, replacing the official residence of the original Dawu Kingdom.
Under their leadership, on the land of the Dawu Kingdom, which seemed to be a bit lonely and empty, a new city was built, and some well-planned villages and towns were built.
In the rudimentary mines, in the rough shacks, the slaves of the brigade team came out with ignorance and fear.
They were assigned to one village, one town, and assigned to one neighborhood in the city.
They gathered together in awe, listening to the instructions of the grassroots bureaucrats.
From now on, they are no longer slaves.
They can eat and wear warmth like the nobles of the former Great Warrior.
They can live in a spacious room like the noble ones, without huddled in the mine, without crowding in the grass nest, without being crammed into the shack. It’s raining, they have roof covering; windy, wall blocking; snowing, charcoal heating.
They can walk in the middle of the street like the noble ones. They will not be accidentally blocked by the nobles, they will be killed by random swords, or they will simply be trampled to death.
Everything they do in the future will receive the rewards they deserve. Every basket of ore they dug out, every basket of herbs they picked, every tree they cut, every grain they harvest, as long as they sprinkle sweat, they get a reasonable reward.
They no longer have to worry about being overwhelmed by their nobles because their children are too handsome and beautiful.
They don't have to kill their newly born children because of their desperation for survival.
They don't have to be as sluggish as tools, and the supervisors are driving away to numb and hard work.
They don't have to live together like wild beasts, but they can form a fixed family, have a fixed spouse, clear their blood heritage, understand their ancestors, and understand their children and grandchildren.
They can live more clearly and be more awake.
They were ordered to register identity information, removed the slave brand, gave the surname, got the name, and obtained the identity badge.
The first thing that the cheerful bureaucrats teach them is to remember where they are, remember their new surname, and the new name.
They are Wuguo, a certain state, a county, a city, a certain neighborhood... or a township, a town, a village, a certain.
The first batch of Wu national people who completed the registration and ignorance, under the leadership of a smiling bureaucrat, ran outside the city and outside the village. Large areas of land, countless mountain fisheries, countless mine medicine fields, these things are the nobles of the past.
These bureaucrats took them to measure the land. It was fair. According to the skills they had, they were assigned farmland, Yaoshan, fisheries, pastures, mines, workshops...
These things that are distributed are theirs. As long as they work hard, as long as they are not defeated, these assets will be theirs in the future. According to the "Civil Law" of the Wu State, these assets can be passed down by the father and the son, and passed down from generation to generation.
These new people of the country are stunned.
Starting from countless generations of ancestors, from countless years ago, there was only one thought in their minds - ‘I belong to a certain lord’!
They have never had such a concept - ‘something belongs to me’!
'mine'!
The word is too strange and even scary.
But the real thing, the newly released clothes, the new house, the food in the warehouse, the big animals and poultry in front of them, all these real things, all registered by the sweaty bureaucrats.
These things are their legal property.
They are all theirs.
All are, ‘my’!
My house, my land... my village, my city... my wife and children, my elders!
The energetic and fascinating Kong Chengyu, with countless descendants, came with great disciples and disciples.
They all have mana and have magical powers, so building a school is not too easy for them.
Those age-appropriate children are required to study in the school all the time, and all should be spent, all of which are paid by the official government of Wu State. Wu Guo has inherited all the assets of Dawu Shenguo. This is nothing but a slap in the face.
Those adult people are spending a little time each day in the daily work, going to the school at night and learning some of the most basic things.
At the very least, first recognize their new surname, first know their own name, first learn to write their own name.
Kong Chengyu is so excited that he is going crazy.
These people in the Wu Kingdom are completely blank papers, completely a desert of knowledge. Being able to write on this white paper and being able to sow in this desert... Teaching things is addictive.
Being able to become a ‘world sergeant’ in a country makes this a happy and happy!
Countless enlightenment books were printed, and then sent by ship and boat to all the cities and towns.
In the school, in the fields, there was a stuttering sound of reading everywhere.
Reading, literacy, and then those who are later generations, those who are disciples and grandchildren, are very serious about teaching these new people of the Wu Kingdom, what is loyalty and filial piety, what is human morality.
Tell them what is the 'length of the spirits'.
Tell them what the difference between man and beast is.
To completely transform a country, things are so numerous and busy.
Busy, but spirited, the Wu Kingdom is slow, a little bit of change, like a dead body that has been lying for countless years, a little bit of heat, a trace of vitality, is slowly replying.