Sibao County, the official office.

There are crowds of people in front of the official office now.

A small official sat at the door and picked up a pen to register the list.

The team was long, both men and women, both old and young, all of which were coarse clothes made of kudzu. The clothes made of this material were not warm. Even if the common people added reeds and catkins and other fillings inside and outside, they still shivered from the cold.

The common people who have not yet made the turn can only hold their shoulders and stamp their feet to keep warm.

At the front of the team, the clerk asked, "What's the name?"

"My name is Wang Tieniu."

The little official wrote the name and serial number on a blank bamboo piece, handed it to Wang Tieniu in front of him, pointed behind him and said, "Take this thing and follow the path framed by the rope. Don't look at your eyes more often, don't walk around with your legs, do you know?"

Wang Tieniu thanked him for accepting it.

The little official rushed back and said, "Next."

What is the Sibao County Office doing?

This matter will be traced back to a few days ago.

That day, the government office suddenly posted a notice saying that anyone with a commoner from Sibao County who is from six to thirty-six years old and with a good appearance can come to the government office to participate in the selection activities. The winners are rewarded with a piece of silkworm cloth, and the losers also have a consolation prize, and they can get half a pound of pork and a pound of cotton. The commoners don’t know what cotton is, but they know pork!

I guess this cotton can be used to cook.

How many people have sex all year round?

They don’t want to do cotton, but they want to do half a pound of meat!

They came over to ask how to win the prize. The officials in charge of this matter kept their mouths shut and just said that they could just come over to participate. The common people were worried, but they couldn't resist the temptation of half a pound of meat, so they thought about coming over and trying it. The same was true for Wang Tieniu. He entered a county official office for the first time in his life. Even if the minor officials didn't remind him, he would not dare to look around. His head was always lowered and walked along the line.

This place is an abandoned and unused outer courtyard of the government office. At this time, it was simply cleaned up and opened. Someone outside the door was responsible for taking up the bamboo pieces. He pointed to the house and said, "Don't be nervous, go in."

In less than a quarter of an hour, he came out.

He was holding half a pound of pork and cotton in his hand.

The fellow villager who was still queuing up hurriedly asked about the situation inside.

Wang Tieniu said in a daze: "...The big guys inside don't know what they do, just want to see how happy we are, how angry we are, and how sad we are... Isn't this idle?"

He was still confused when he received the consolation prize.

Get the reward so easily?

Isn't this easier than picking up for nothing?

I didn't expect that these big names in the official office had this habit.

The people in the same village were confused.

As more and more common people won consolation prizes, three news flew over Xiaocheng with wings. First, these big figures in the official office had quirks; second, the pork in the official office made people drool; third, the cotton was not a vegetable, but a warm thing.

Although there is only one pound of cotton, it is warmer than four or five kudzu squid coats filled with reeds. The official office also said that cotton will be planted on a large scale in Sibao County. In the winter of the next year, they will be able to buy such clothes at a low price.

For a period of time, any winter clothes filled with cotton can attract countless envious eyes. Only relatives and friends with good relationships can try it on for a while. After wrapping the cotton clothes for a while, the air leaks everywhere, and the body will be warmed up.

The common people are looking forward to this.

Businessmen with a keen sense of smell are even more aware of business opportunities.

I spent a lot of money to connect the relationship between the government office and asked about cotton around the bush. If I could take the lead in purchasing and smuggling and selling it to other places at high prices, it would be huge profits!

However, promoting cotton is not the main purpose.

The ultimate goal of the official office is to form a opera troupe!

In the words of the lord, it is to make the story book a film and television!

This is why people with talented acting talent were selected in the past few days, and they used the event to promote cotton to facilitate subsequent promotion. After a while, cotton was widely publicized, but not many people with talented acting talent.

He has a good appearance, at most he is considered a good person, but this is not a matter of fact. With Qi Zhuan Chuan, how many acquired beauties are not there? Because Chen Tang only talked to Lin Feng about a general idea, provided a general direction, and did not involve specific operations. This led to the "Stories and Film and Television" plan that can only be completed by everyone's imagination. This really stumps everyone who stayed behind.

In the end, Liao Jia rescued the situation.

There is nothing else, he sees much.

As a talented illegitimate son of the royal family of the little king, Liao Jia is used to drinking, singing and dancing. I think the "talk book is a film and television version" is similar. The difference is that the former sings and dances, while the latter reads the story book according to the book, and the appropriate scene arrangement should be almost the same. It is just that it is easy to say and difficult to do it. The common people are basically blind, so it is difficult to memorize large clips of characters' dialogues.

Liao Jia sighed: "This is too difficult..."

It is difficult for the selected person to recite the conversation.

It is even more difficult for them to perform the characters in the story.

Can Lin Feng collect some of the characters' identities closer to the common people? The characters are either princes and nobles or nobles of aristocrats. Literary scholars and brave warriors are even more standard. Even if the protagonist is really a commoner, the subsequent development class will change.

so--

"This 'Five Elements Impotent' is really immoral!"

But when I think that if the plan is successful, the government office can use this to influence what the people under the rule are thinking, it feels worth it.

Liao Jia dripped and gurgled until he smelled a sudden smell of blood and looked in the direction of the breath. He pointed to Qi Shan's hand and said, "Yuanliang, why are your hand..."

Qi Shan was also looking at the palm of his hand.

A wound penetrates the palm of the palm.

An extremely violent martial arts attached to the wound, and Liao Jia suddenly stood up to guard. Qi Shan looked as usual: "It's okay, there is movement on the lord, I think it's because he met a strong enemy."

He calmly tore off a strip of cloth to tie the wound.

Just as I was about to stand up, my shoulders were in a severe pain.

Qi Shan shook his body twice and fell forward. Liao Jia quickly supported him with his eyes and hands. The hand that was on Qi Shan's shoulder was soon stained with warm blood. Qi Shan took a deep breath and said, "Help me to the side compartment, and then go and invite Dr. Dong to come over."

Dr. Dong obviously knows what.

When he heard that Qi Shan was injured, he hurriedly carried the medicine box.

When he came over, the wounds on Qi Shan's body had increased to seven. Dr. Dong took off his clothes, and Liao Jia suddenly opened his eyes when he saw Qi Shan's body. No other wounds were fatal, but the one from the shoulder to waist and abdomen...

It was the first time Dr. Dong saw it.

He said: "I also ask the chief clerk to use his literary energy to protect his heart."

The movement of literary energy can accelerate the healing of injuries.

Qi Shan said, "I am protecting you."

After all, he cherishes his life.

Dr. Dong took out the silver needle and burned it with fire.

Although the literary spirit of the literati can stop bleeding, the effect of applying acupuncture will be faster. Dr. Dong was preparing to apply acupuncture when a sudden bleeding bleed appeared on Qi Shan's arm. He sighed and said, "What kind of opponent is Chen Jun meeting?"

Because Dr. Dong had helped Qi Shan treat him several times, the origin of the wound was not hidden from him. As a doctor, he sighed at the magic of this world once and once. There are really people in this world who can help another person share the pain through thousands of mountains and rivers!

Qi Shan's face disappeared due to blood loss.

Even speaking is a bit difficult.

He said: "It must be stronger than Gongxi Qiu."

Dr. Dong said, "That's really a strong enemy!"

Qi Shan lowered his head and looked at the wound on his chest that did not seep out blood, but he felt glad. His literati's way could share half of the injuries for Chen Tang. If all of these injuries were applied to her, although she would not die, she would be in a difficult situation.

Just as I was thinking, a mouthful of blood came out of my throat.

Dr. Dong calmly handed him a handkerchief.

"Please pray to the chief clerk, wipe it."

Liao Jia looked at Qishan: "Yuanliang, you..."

Qi Shan said: "Don't worry, the lord can't die there."

She can't even die if the King of Hell comes!

Liao Jia frowned so hard that he could tie several knots, suppressing his anger: "It's not your lord who is worried about, it's you! Qi Yuanliang, after suffering such a serious injury, can you still laugh?"

Are you really not afraid?

Qi Shan responded to him with a smile: "It's really pleasant."

Liao Jia: "..."

Qi Shan said: "Because I am very at ease now."

He raised his hand and carefully felt the pain and wounds that did not belong to him from his body, and was in a happy mood.

These wounds prove that Chen Tang always trusts him.

She was always the lord he longed for, and the most important existence in the world. She didn't have to experience the second time in her lifetime - the pain of an important person dying in front of her but helpless. That heart-wrenching pain was enough to kill all the motivation for him to survive. This slightly morbid pleasure was something that Liao Jia could not empathize with, and he really felt sorry for him.

Liao Jia: "..."

Haha, he doesn't feel sorry at all.

Use the Spirit of Word to help Qi Shan restore his consumed literary energy.
To be continued...