"Heavenly killed! Congyi, I thought those people died a little unjustly... Now I think it's too cheap!" Bo Hao, who went to search the house, brought people back that night, and cursed him as soon as he met.

"What's the situation?" Bu Bin didn't go out, and he was very curious when he heard this.

"Along the way, God knows how many people they robbed. Not to mention the food and supplies, there are more than thirty horses! That's fine, nearly a hundred young women found among the prisoners, all of whom were tortured like unparalleled!" Bo Hao cursed.

"Is this the Yellow Turban Army or a thug?" Zhang Ning's face immediately became gloomy when he heard this.

My father raised an army just to overthrow the court and build a more fair world.

The Yellow Turban Army is an army with faith, not a bandit or a thug!

She was furious when she thought of the other party burning, killing and looting everywhere under the name of the Yellow Turban Army, which ruined the reputation of the Yellow Turban Army.

"I'm sorry!" Guan Hai apologized immediately. He did not participate in the moral matter, but agreed that everything would happen.

"It's nothing strange that a group of people whose faith has collapsed, instilled with some wrong ideas by a person with ulterior motives." Zhang Yu shook his head, "Those powerful men have become their way to vent."

He paused, patted Zhang Ning on the shoulder, and said, "Besides, the evil leader is dead. Others should not be too serious!"

"Brother, you have the final say here." Zhang Ning still minded a little, but did not refute Zhang Yu's decision.

Zhang Yu knew that Zhang Ning valued the reputation of the Taiping Cult and the Yellow Turban Army very much, but did the Yellow Turban Army still have reputation?

If the uprising is successful, everything is easy to say.

As the uprising failed, it was nothing more than a group of thieves, and the remaining ones became rats crossing the street.

The powerful people from all over the country were searching everywhere, thinking about making contributions and being lucky enough to make a fortune.

The next year will be even more miserable, and there will be uprisings everywhere, most of which are under the name of Yellow Turbans.

First, Zhang Niujiao, the thief of Taihang Mountain, followed by the Black Mountain Army formed by Zhang Yan, inheriting his will.

Not to mention a group of White Bogu bandits, who also took the title of Yellow Turbans.

In contrast, the Qingzhou Yellow Turban is a little more orthodox...

From another perspective, wouldn’t I recruit the “Qingzhou Soldier” in advance?

This team was originally the leader of Cao Cao's infantry in the middle and early stages.

Later, with Cao Cao's death, he gradually became marginalized, and with other reasons, he gradually declined.

"What's the environment of their stronghold?" Zhang Yu looked at Bo Hao and asked.

"A ordinary copycat is easy to defend but difficult to attack." Bo Hao said jokingly, "Are you worthy of being a defeated veteran? It's really a bit like building a camp!"

"That's pretty good!" Zhang Yu replied, "What we lack is such talents, and the subsequent construction of the village will be convenient."

"This is..." Bo Hao nodded after hearing this, thinking for a moment, and then asked, "What should those women do?"

"Uh..." Zhang Yu hesitated for a moment, and finally made a gesture to Bo Hao.

"Yishan, since we came out of the mountain, I feel that you have become much more cruel." Bo Hao grinned, "But I like it!"

"I can't be happy to be liked by a man." Zhang Yu cursed with a smile.

It is impossible to stay. As long as you see these women, those who have just been trained, you will start to grow grass in your heart.

If you let it go, you must not let it go. Let them report that there are Yellow Turban thieves here and let the government come to suppress the bandits?

"Guan Hai..." Zhang Yu shouted, "Move everyone here and pay attention to maintaining order!"

"As for the order!" Guan Hai received the order and immediately went down to make arrangements.

To be honest, he was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, the great wise and good teachers could actually go to such an area from the King of Jinan to give them rest and recuperation.

The most important thing is that as long as the King of Jinan is still there, they will no longer need to worry, and officers and soldiers will come to encircle and suppress them.

Two days later, the entire village became a large construction site again.

More than 5,000 people have joined the construction. In addition to about 2,000 men, there are nearly 3,000 women and children.

Fortunately, there is enough food, so it will not be a problem to maintain the autumn harvest.

"Out of the mountains, we had less than 300 people..." Bu Bin looked at the busy scene and couldn't help but sigh, "Now we have nearly 10,000 religious people, only two months ago!"

"I want to be lazy and just say it!" Bo Hao knocked on his head, "I still expect someone else to build a house for you? The leader personally helped you draw the design drawings, which is already considered good!"

"It seems like you don't have the same!" Bu Bin cursed with a smile.

Zhang Yu divides it into various areas according to the terrain of the entire area according to needs.

Among them, on the hillside, the largest building is the Taiping Cult Taoist Palace, which will be flattened into a square for preaching.

In front of the Taoist Palace is a place to worship the gods, and behind is the leader, which is his residence.

On both sides of the Taoist Palace are the Academic Affairs Hall, which is specifically responsible for various trivial matters of the Taiping Cult.

Zhang Ning was the chief priest of the academic affairs, and Fang Da was the chief choreographer of the miscellaneous affairs.

On the right is the Dharma Protector’s Hall, the residence of the Dharma Protectors, and the place where Taoist soldiers are trained.

There are currently three guardians, namely Bo Hao, Bu Bin and Guan Hai.

Below the Taoist Palace, this area is now busy with work, and Zhang Yu planned out various areas completely according to the layout of the town.

There were originally less than 300 people, but then there were more than 3,000 people.

The size of tens of thousands of people is almost the same as the level of a small town.

Instead of expanding it later, it is better to plan it out now.

"After that being said, nearly 10,000 people are busy, and the efficiency is really incomparable to ours before!" Bo Hao sighed. The technology is not enough manpower to make up, and the more labor is invested, the construction speed can still be improved.

"Where is the leader?" Bu Bin suddenly asked, and he worked hard for a long time and seemed to have not seen Zhang Yu.

"I'm refining an alchemy!" Bo Hao replied casually, "If you want to build your home, you can't leave it behind even if you make money... he said."

"You said, with the current magic power of the leader, can he truly refine the immortal pill?" Bu Bin was a little curious.

"Is the magic power of the former leader worse than the current leader? He can't live forever. Can the leader do it? In life, birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable. Just die as long as you die. Don't be demanding." Bo Hao shook his head.

"Yuan Zong (the word "官网" was given to Bo Hao by Zhang Yu), why are you so old-fashioned?" Bu Bin teased.

"You two!" Zhang Ning's voice came from behind, "I said I couldn't find you, are you all lazy here, are you? There is still an hour before lunch break, so I will work for me!"

"Yes, yes, yes..." The two men who were originally planning to have a fight quickly responded when they heard this, and then went to work hard.

At this moment, in Zhang Yu's mansion.

He was sitting upright in the alchemy furnace, drawing on paper with a charcoal pen, while paying attention to the heat of the alchemy furnace.

A while ago, he didn't know what opportunity it was, so he mastered the skill of "one-hearted and two-purpose".

Even if you are distracted from doing other things, there will be no problems with the condition.

"It seems that I'm right. Above the drawing is painting!" Zhang Yu grinned as he looked at the sketch of Zhang Ning in his hand.

When he planned a town to draw sketches, he mastered the skills of "drawing".

The two days have been drawing, so after the skill level reaches its maximum, it evolves into "painting".

This sketch in his hand is his first finished product, and of course there are quite a lot of flaws.

"It's almost time..." After looking at the alchemy furnace, he quickly got up and began to anneale.
Chapter completed!