At this point, the shadow play slowly came to an end.

In the end, the crisp childish voices of the children were pure and flawless, which completely ignited the emotions of the thousands of people present.

Everyone burst into tears.

They came from various prefectures and counties in the Great Sui Dynasty and were displaced to Wanmin City.

Many people have never experienced the flood in the beginning of spring and cannot empathize with the shadow play "Storm and Flood".

But all 100,000 people have experienced this raging epidemic.

They were desperate.

But in despair, the lord brought them a beam of light, allowing them to see hope for survival.

The feeling of depression that survived the disaster seemed to be released with the crisp chanting of the children.

They cried loudly, and the closest people even hugged each other and cried, thinking about the great kindness of the lord and Liang Duke.

While the people were crying, Xu Mu walked out from behind the curtain and read the ending poem of the shadow play in a deep voice: "All the past are gone, count the romantic figures, and look at the present day!"

The people burst into tears and knelt down in front of Xu Mu, crying in silence.

Fang Xuanling also slowly walked out from behind the curtain and saw the touching appearance of the people in Wanmincheng, and was even more surprised by the magical effect of the shadow puppet.

"No wonder the lord advocates shadow puppet dramas so much. With this drama, one can educate the people and one hundred thousand people can be like one!" Fang Xuanling sighed.

This time, he also saw his lord's... extremely restrained talent from this shadow play.

You can casually say the poem "The country is so beautiful, which has attracted countless heroes to compete for their backs" and "all have gone, and there are so many romantic figures, and I still look at the present day."

Such talent, the lord is extremely low-key and never wants to show it unless it is necessary.

"I think the lord thinks that poetry and essays are just little douer." Fang Xuanling thought so.

Yang Guang also heard the last ending poem on the second floor.

I was slightly shocked.

His poetry and prose are not low, and among the emperors of all dynasties, they are all ranked among the top ones.

But Xu Mu's broken poem made him feel ashamed of his inferiority.

Those who can write this poem must be those who have the world in mind, the world, and the ambitions to soar to the sky.

For a moment, his eyes were faint, looking at Xu Mu, the object he would like to be loyal to in the future, with a complicated expression.

...

Pei Ju and Pei Yun have been tied up for nearly a month.

After Xu Mu brought them and the craftsmen to Wanmin City, he was busy dealing with the epidemic and had no time to pay attention to them.

Two 70-year-old men have been skeptical of their lives since they are... leisurely and contented.

Both of them have experienced the ups and downs of the world. The decades of experience have quickly adapted to the life of Wanmincheng.

Different from red bricks and green tiles, carved railings and painted stone houses, magical warming stoves, and warm quilts...

A city that was completely different from what they thought was presented to them.

Then, they heard the news of an outbreak in the city.

The two old men thought they were tied up by thieves and encountered an epidemic in the deep mountains and could only wait for death, but they didn't expect...

Xu Mu and Wanmincheng showed extremely tenacious vitality and execution.

An epidemic that can destroy the entire prefecture and county has been controlled.

"The Lord's Mansion informed the people of the whole city that the number of new patients with epidemics yesterday was still zero!"

Early in the morning, outside Erpei's house, a minor official ran around and called to convey this exciting news.

It's April now, and it's still a little cold. The two old men in their seventies are always inseparable from the warmer.

The two were cooking fires around the stove.

When they heard the news from the clerk outside, their eyes looked at each other.

"Hongdae, it's been the eighth day, and it's zero in succession, which is really incredible." Pei Yun sighed softly.

Hongda is the word Pei Ju.

Pei Ju's eyes flashed, and he slowly stood up, looking out the window through the glass: "The whole city uses transparent and clear glass as windows, Xu Dalang...is extraordinary."

Pei Yun rolled his eyes and snorted coldly: "He is the leader of a thief, of course it is extraordinary!"

Pei Ju smiled undeniably.

The two have been imprisoned in their residence these days.

You can only learn everything about Wanmincheng through the window on the second floor.

The road planning here is completely different from Luoyang and even Chang'an, and the house structure is even more so, with stone buildings everywhere that can accommodate more people.

While the two were feeling the feelings, Fang Yizhi wore a mask and ran from a distance, waved downstairs and shouted, "Lord, please go to the show."

During these days, except for the soldiers guarding them, the only person they can contact is Fang Yizhi.

It is said that he is the eldest son of the Director of the General Affairs Department of Wanmincheng.

When Pei Ju first saw this, he was shocked by the contour scales he had made.

He once focused on the Western Regions, focused on studying the terrain of the Western Regions, and knew the importance of terrain portrayal to spy work.

But I have never found a way to depict the terrain in such detail as the map drawn by Fang Yizhi.

High and low, far and near, can be seen at a glance.

Gradually, Pei Ju had a conversation with Fang Yizhi.

Later, I learned that these drawing methods were actually made by Xu Dalang!

In the days that followed, they gradually heard many stories about Xu Mu from Fang Yizhi.

After knowing that all the things about Wanmin City were all tied to Xu Mu!

High yields of grain, new irrigation tools, magical cement...

"Watch the show?" Pei Ju was a little confused and couldn't help frowning.

He thought Xu Mu summoned him to conquer him, but he didn't expect that he was watching a show?

Doesn’t he understand the reason why Yiyu died?

However, under the eaves, people had to bow their heads. Pei Ju knew this well and nodded slightly. Then, with Pei Yun and Fang Yizhi, he went to the Monument to the Heroes of the People.

This was the first time they both left the confinement place and contacted Wanmin City.

"It's an extraordinary time now. The lord told everyone to wear a mask when going out." Fang Yizhi took out two masks from his sleeve and handed them over to Er Pei.

Erpei was a little surprised, but when he saw people coming and going on the street, they were all wearing masks. Although he was extremely reluctant, he still put them on honestly.

In their opinion, wearing a mask is like covering the face, which is something that only thieves can do.

They read poetry and books well. If they were not... because of the epidemic, they would not have covered their faces even if they were beaten to death.

"That monument is so high, is it for sacrifice?" Pei Yun pointed to the Monument to the Heroes of the People and asked.

Fang Yi rolled his eyes and said angrily: "That is the monument to the Heroes of the People. You have read so many books, how can you point it directly with your fingers? This is a blasphemy of the heroes. If you see them by other people, you may be beaten to death."

Pei Yun immediately snorted coldly, saying that he was righteous and fearless, and then... he saw several people coming over with a look of bad intentions.

He quickly shrank his neck and hid behind Fang Yizhi.

Fang Yi snorted, and then said to the people: "This person has just entered Wanmin City and doesn't know the rules yet. Please forgive me. I will definitely discipline him next time!"

These people nodded and dispersed, but before leaving, they were still muttering: "The old man in his sixties and seventies is not as sensible as a ten-year-old child. At such an old age, he really lives to a dog!"

When Pei Yun heard this, his old face blushed and wished he could pick up the stones on the side of the road and chase them to argue with them.

But thinking about his old arms and legs, he still gave up this unrealistic idea.

"In Wanmin City, the first thing you should not offend is the lord, and the second thing you should not offend is the Monument to the Heroes of the People." Fang Yi glanced at Pei Yun. He was old and looked extremely strange in style.

Pei Ju saw it more thoroughly, and because of this, he was even more shocked by Xu Mu.

The respect and maintenance of the high monument just now came from the heart and were extremely profound.

According to what Fang Yizhi said, their admiration for Xu Mu was even more on the high monument in front of him...

Among the 100,000 people in Wanmin City, Xu Mu actually has such prestige...

With 100,000 people relying on each other for life and death, why worry about the big things being done?

For a moment, Pei Ju thought a lot.

Soon, a group of three people soon arrived at the Monument to the Heroes of the People, were distributed on benches, and together with a thousand people, preparing to watch the shadow puppet scenes of today.

This time, it was naturally a drama about this epidemic. Er Pei saw this scene for the first time and was attracted by the ups and downs of the plot.

I cried throughout the whole process.

Among them, the minor official led by Liang Ziqiu made Erpei the most moved.
To be continued...