Fang Wushang was feeling a bit dizzy from being talked around.
But after dizzily pondering for a while, it seed that what Gao Yiye said made sense.
Indeed, as long as the people of Gaojia Village had travel permits, they could legally roam everywhere under the heavens, while he, as the Patrol Officer of Chengcheng, could only manage affairs within Chengcheng, barely keeping up with their pace.
If incidents occurred outside the county and were left to local officials to handle, they might not be able to manage; for instance, County Magistrate Feng Jun of Heyang County couldn’t deal with, and dared not confront, an army wielding hundreds of firearms, which was why he had gone to Chengcheng County to seek advice from Liang Shixian.
Seeing him lost in thought, Gao Yiye laughed: “Fang Wushang, are you only planning to handle matters within Chengcheng County? If sothing happens outside the county, won’t you care at all, no matter how big it is?”
Fang Wushang quickly replied: “Not at all! I’m not the type who only sweeps in front of my own door. Last ti, I really wanted to pursue Fan Shanyue, but I couldn’t enter Heyang County, so I had to drop it, sigh… If I were the General of Shaanxi, I would have led my troops straight into Heyang, cut off Fan Shanyue’s dog head.”
Gao Yiye said: “Isn’t that right? If you beco the Patrol Officer of Gaojia Village, you’ll have the authority to apprehend them even if they leave Chengcheng County and commit misdeeds elsewhere. Aren’t you worried they might do illegal things with the weapons bestowed by the Deity? Now is your best chance to uphold righteousness in this world.”
Fang Wushang gritted his teeth: “Fine, I’ll take this on.”
That fellow had ultimately fallen for it.
Li Daoxuan smiled: The military man’s mind was still a bit simple; he was single-mindedly focused on upholding righteousness and hadn’t realized he was boarding a pirate ship.
If Gaojia Village truly rebelled later, Fang Wushang would beco a “high-ranking official among rebels,” which hadn’t even occurred to him.
If it were Liang Shixian or Feng Jun, they would have instantly caught on.
For no apparent reason, Fang Wushang accepted the post as “Patrol Officer of Gaojia Village,” and for no apparent reason, it was “announced village-wide.” Then, mysteriously, the Deity “manifested in person,” granting him a “divine sword” before everyone, the kind that could behead foolish kings above and treacherous ministers below, publicly declaring his duties to the whole village.
In a daze, Fang Wushang took on this role. On his way ho, with the “divine sword” hanging on his right hip and a newly bought Japanese samurai blade on his left, he couldn’t quite grasp his bearings.
Walking along, he suddenly thought of sothing: “I wonder how sharp this divine sword really is.”
He removed the Japanese samurai blade with his left hand, took the divine sword in his right, and clashed them fiercely.
With a sharp crack, the Japanese samurai blade snapped in half.
“Ah! My five liang of silver!”
Toward the end of autumn, a huge piece of good news ca from Heyang County.
Heyang County had a bumper harvest!
However, upon hearing about their so-called bumper harvest, the residents of Gaojia Village got amused: “What bumper harvest? It’s just an ordinary year’s crop.”
“Exactly, harvesting only one or two shi per mu and daring to call it abundant— they don’t know what real abundance is like.”
“In Gaojia Village here, if you don’t get three to four shi per mu, you should be too embarrassed to say you can farm.”
“That’s because we have celestial fertilizer here; Heyang County doesn’t have that, do they?”
Hearing the little people gossiping, Li Daoxuan rembered sothing: he had only sent rain to Heyang County, not celestial fertilizer.
But this was a minor issue and easy to fix.
After a few instructions into the box, Gao Yiye went to find Dian Deng Zi Zhao Sheng. Thus, an “agricultural technology exchange team” led by Zhao Sheng and consisting of several senior farrs from Gaojia Village set off.
Li Daoxuan’s vision moved with Zhao Sheng. The group boarded a public sun chariot, heading toward Heyang County. Thanks to recent developnts, the cent road from Gaojia Village straight to Heyang County was now fully operational.
The bus passed through large areas of Heyang County. Along both sides of the road, happy commoners could be seen everywhere in the fields, busily harvesting grain.
This was Heyang County’s first harvest after four years of drought; even without celestial fertilizer, yielding only as much as an average year, they were more than content.
As the bus drove by, the farrs instinctively paused their work and bowed to it: “Thank you, Deity. It’s all thanks to the Deity inviting the Dragon King to send rain…”
Li Daoxuan saw tiny glowing dots rising one by one from the farrs’ bodies, gathering toward the box’s walls. Stirred, he quickly checked the Rescue Index and found it had increased significantly without him noticing.
By now, he roughly understood how the index’s rise translated into his vision range. ntally converting the new surge in Rescue Index, it ca to about an expansion of over thirty li in sight radius.
Li Daoxuan had an epiphany: Hold on! The distance from Heyang County to Qiachuan Port was exactly thirty-odd li, wasn’t it?
Previously, his vision only reached Heyang County, but with this expansion, he should theoretically be able to see Qiachuan Port.
Thrilled, Li Daoxuan stopped following Zhao Sheng and frantically pressed the east and south buttons, shifting his vision southeast. After persistent pressing, a cent fortress finally appeared in his view.
Then he glanced sideways— Yellow River!
The Yellow River had finally entered his vision.
First, he saw a row of little fishing boats by the port, all just a few ters long, without a single proper large vessel. As his gaze shifted right…
The surging Yellow River waters began dominating Li Daoxuan’s sight.
His box was now 5×3 ters in size, giving him a visible area of 1000×600 ters, and right at Qiachuan Port, the river’s width was exactly over a thousand ters.
When Li Daoxuan pressed the “east” button as far as it would go, the entire box filled with muddy, churning river water, rolling violently.
The feeling was bizarre— it was as if a river flowed in his living room. Seeing the waters pass by stirred an urge to recite poetry.
Do you see the Yellow River waters descending from heaven!
Li Daoxuan’s lips curved up: “Finally, I can see the Yellow River. I can put the ship models I prepared earlier into the box.”
But…
That alone made little sense— there needed to be little people to pilot them.
So he had to bring his own little people to the port first.
Just as he considered switching his view back to find them, a familiar figure erged atop Qiachuan Port’s fortress: draped in white attire, posture unnaturally poised and arrogant— it was Bai Yuan.
Beside him was a militia instructor from Xiabao Village in Heyang County, Zhang Yuanwai. Both stood on the fortress wall, hands behind their backs, watching the vast Yellow River while engaging in awkward small talk.
Zhang Yuanwai said: “Mr. Bai, could we get so of your fine weapons for our Heyang County militia?”
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