Chapter 195 I really want to contribute to Daliang

"The river you've dug is indeed ingenious, but it also requires a lot of manpower and will take hundreds of years to complete. However, disaster relief is imminent. How can you guarantee that before this river is dug out, most of the people won't be killed or injured?"

Most of the casualties were caused by floods and droughts in Daliang in the past few years, and this happened every year.

In fact, there have been many such large-scale famines in history, but Daliang had been experiencing this for several consecutive years, which had more or less damaged the foundation.

Ji Chenxing knew the situation in Daliang, but she didn't intend to tell Mogu about it.

"No, Envoy Zhou has never seen the construction of the canal in Daliang, so how can he make random guesses?"

Ji Chenxing said.

Mo Gu raised his eyebrows, obviously very suspicious of what Ji Chenxing said.

"Then the princess said this because she wanted me to see how Daliang built the river?"

Ji Chenxing smiled slightly, "It's not impossible."

She still remembered what the system said, that as long as Mogu could see the live broadcast, the system would allow Mogu to bring the live broadcast to Zhou Kingdom.

Now is the right time.

"In fact, in Daliang, as long as we build the canals well, we can have rice and noodles, so the people here will not be tortured by hunger."

As Ji Chenxing spoke, he suddenly waved his hand, and a picture appeared in front of Mo Gu's eyes.

In the picture, several people are standing on the top of a high mountain. Their homes have been washed away by water, but there is no expression of pain on their faces at all. They even look very happy.

The camera zooms in and if you look closely, you can even see that they are holding a steamed bun in their hands. The bun is still steaming, as if it had just come out of the pot.

At this moment, a wave came over and Mogu was stunned.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a picture." A minister nearby kindly reminded.

Mo Gu was stunned. He had heard of "painting", but it was the first time he heard of "picture". Do people in Daliang play with such advanced things?

Seeing Mogu's surprised expression, another minister also laughed.

In this contrast, a sense of refreshment arises spontaneously.

"This thing can only see what's happening to other people, but it can't see you, and you can't touch each other, understand?"

The minister explained.

Although they didn't understand this thing before, Mogu is really funny now.

Just as the wave ended and no water hit him, Mogu breathed a sigh of relief and finally began to consider the minister's words.

"You mean, I can't touch what's inside, and what's inside can't touch me?"

The minister nodded proudly, and was madly grateful to Ji Chenxing in his heart. Without her, Daliang would not be what it is today.

Mogu reached his hand into the water on the screen with doubt, but there was no coolness at all.

Come closer and touch it, touch the person eating steamed buns on the screen.

The man still didn't react. He didn't see Mogu at all, nor did he feel Mogu's touch. He continued to eat his steamed bun.

As for Mogu, there was no actual feeling. His hand passed through the screen as if it was touching the air.

"This... what is this?!" Mogu shouted in surprise and looked at each other with the two messengers who came with him.

They had never seen such advanced things before!
At this moment, the system appeared in Ji Chenxing's mind again.

[Host, let me tell you, the Zhou people are backward and very brainless.]

[Do you believe it or not, in a few years, this system will be able to make the people of Zhou Kingdom regard you as an immortal from outer space, and then hand over the throne to you? ]

As for the current situation, Ji Chenxing believes what the system says.

Mogu was concentrating on the scene in front of him, but the people on the scene didn't notice Mogu at all.

The sky was a little gloomy and it seemed that it was going to rain again.

He finished eating the steamed bun and took out a green object out of thin air.

This thing looks a bit like cloth, but it doesn't seem to be cloth. There are some ropes and other things inside.

Mogu was very curious about what this thing was, and he looked for help to the minister who had just answered his questions.

The minister smiled but said nothing. His eyes seemed to say, "Just watch."

Under Mogu's gaze, the green thing was pulled bigger and wider by the people in the picture. Then, a few more people came and together, they used nails to fix the rope to the ground. Under the pulling of the rope, the green cloth turned into a simple small house on the ground.

All of this seems even more magical than the tricks performed by a magician.

This is exactly the waterproof tent that Ji Chenxing had placed in the store before. After the live broadcast, it was revealed that the ancient people had already mastered the use of tents.

This can ensure that when storms come, they will not be blown by the wind and rain or frozen to death.

In a blink of an eye, the sky had become completely dark and a heavy rain poured down.

The weather was bad, but the people who had just finished building the little house were not panicked at all and entered the little house one after another.

Although this house is small, it is very sturdy and can not only block the raging wind but also the cold rain.

A steamed bun appeared out of thin air in their hands. If you look closely, you can see a red piece in the middle of the steamed bun. It is a piece of Dongpo pork.

They were in the little house, watching the heavy rain outside, pointing at the water below.

"Look, that's my bed. It's in the water."

"Ah? Your house was washed away? My house was also washed away, hahahaha"

"Don't worry, wait until the rain stops. I'm going to repair the canal, earn money, build a better home, and then marry a wife!"

Several people looked at each other. Although there was a flood outside that could kill them, this tent at this high place was the flower of hope that protected them.

For some reason, Mogu was actually somewhat touched.

It's just that there are some things he hasn't figured out yet.

Where do these people’s “green houses” come from?
Why can this "green house" be pulled into a house from a square block?

Why is this house not afraid of wind or rain?

Is all this real?

But before he could figure it out, the system's screen changed and the green house was no longer there, replaced by another picture.

The flooding here is not serious, but the ground is definitely not easy to walk on.

In the picture, several shirtless men have tanned skin, but this does not affect their enthusiasm for work.

Several of them worked together to pull a huge wooden bucket that was full of mud.

Obviously, they were the ones who dug the river.

Mogu was attracted by this picture again in an instant.

Since ancient times, such large-scale construction has always been costly and labor-intensive, and excessive cost and labor is the beginning of the downfall of a country.

Mo Gu felt that if Daliang dared to employ people in this way, the people would surely be living a life worse than death under Jun Heng's rule, and he wished he could overthrow Jun Heng as soon as possible.

If this is the case, then attacking Daliang will be easy.

Just as Mogu was daydreaming, a voice was heard in the picture again.

"Hey, you guys working over there, what are you doing?"

Mogu recognized that the person who was speaking was the supervisor here, and the person he was calling was one of the people who were fighting just now, probably a slave.

The supervision of slaves is definitely mainly oppression. However, Mogu is also happy to see such a scene, after all, only oppression can lead to resistance.

But Mogu didn't expect that the supervisor's next sentence would make him stunned.

"Stop working." The supervisor said as he distributed several steamed buns filled with meat and vegetables to several people.

"The princess said that here, everyone's working hours must not exceed eight hours a day. You have enough time in the morning. Hurry up and find a place to take a nap, and come back to work in the afternoon!"

Mo Gu was stunned. What? What did he say? Was there something wrong with his ears or his brain?

Why is this person from Daliang still persuading these slaves to rest?

Mogu felt that this was shocking enough, but there was more to come.

I saw those people who were pulling the fight kneeled down on the ground.

"Sir, please, let us do it for a while!"

"We really, really want to contribute to Daliang!"