Meng Wei chanted the incantation, and clouds and mist rose. In an instant, the clouds and mist surrounded him, and the stars moved. A passage to the Ethereal Realm opened.
It was the gateway to the world in the picture.
After showering, Li Mingda put on the traditional Chinese dress that Meng Wei had prepared for him. He looked even more elegant like a fairy, very moving, and people couldn't help but want to get close to him.
However, at this moment, Li Mingda indeed raised his head arrogantly.
"Meng Wei, you'd better let me go. Otherwise, my father's army will besiege this place, and the city will be famished sooner or later.”
Obviously, Li Mingda had the right to be arrogant because he knew about the situation outside. When she was kidnapped by Meng Wei into the city, she was so scared that she almost cried.
"There's no need for you to worry about that. Even if we were to be besieged for 100 years, there won't be a famine in Slag City."
Meng Wei said with a smile.
"Hmph, you're still so stubborn. Let's see if your people believe what you said.”
Li Mingda thought that Meng Wei was acting out of spite and said this on purpose.
Not long after, five to six hundred commoners arrived in front of the City Lord's Mansion.
Meng Wei didn't avoid Li Mingda and asked Ye Luoyi and Han Xue to bring her along to meet the citizens of Slag City.
"Greetings, City Lord!"
When the commoners saw Meng Wei, they bowed.
Among them was the little girl who had saved Meng Wei. Her name was Tong Niantao, and she was just like her name. Her skin was extremely fair, and her facial features were exquisite, like a doll.
"Everyone, there's no need to be so polite. I don't think I need to elaborate on the situation outside, right? Everyone knows that."
Meng Wei said.
"That's right, City Lord. Without the land, what will we eat and wear in the future?”
The linen clothes worn by the people of the Great Tang were also artificially grown, then twisted into threads and woven into cloth.
Losing the farmland, clothing became a big problem.
There were also some medicinal herbs that had to be bought from outside. Now that the road had been cut off, the medicinal herbs had also lost their source.
Although there were still some medicinal herbs in the city, they would slowly be exhausted in the following days.
Everyone expressed their uneasiness. After hearing these words, Meng Wei's expression remained unchanged. He even maintained his smile, a confident smile that showed that he was in complete control of the situation.
Although Chun Tian He didn't know why Meng Wei could still smile, she still admired Meng Wei's unwavering demeanor.
In front of Meng Wei's calm and composed demeanor, the commoners seemed much calmer.
Tong Niantao stared at Meng Wei with her big eyes. She did not show any signs of anxiety, as if she had believed that Meng Wei could handle any situation.
She had already felt this way when she and Meng Wei had been eating spicy sticks on the city walls and watching the tens of thousands of Turkic soldiers turn into ashes.
At that time, Tong Niantao believed that Meng Wei could solve any problem in the world.
"Commoners, I will compensate you for the amount of farmland you lost outside the city. Moreover, the land is more fertile and has higher production than before!”
Meng Wei said.
He had already talked to the system about the situation of the farmland in the Sleeping Map.
The Slumber Painting was a spiritual treasure with spiritual energy. The soil in it was full of spiritual energy. Moreover, the weather was good and the climate was suitable. It could produce rice four times a year, which was one more harvest than the places in the south of China that could produce rice three times.
Even the wheat and other crops could be harvested four times a year. In other words, they would mature once every three months, which was twice as efficient as before.
Moreover, the yield per mu was twice that of the Great Tang. One mu of land could produce 750 - 800 catties of grain.
At that time, the yield of one mu of land in the Great Tang was only 250-300 jin.
Now, not to mention holding on for a year, there would not be a famine even in ten or a hundred years. There would still be a lot of rich food.
Hearing Meng Wei's words, the commoners were completely dumbfounded.
They felt that the City Lord must have suffered some kind of provocation. Now that the city was surrounded by the army, where would the land be cultivated?
Even if they used the empty courtyards in the city to grow food, the total would not exceed 100 mu. How much could they produce?
"City Lord, we don't understand. How will City Lord compensate us with land?”
An old man said.
In such an occasion, only such a respected elder would dare to ask back.
Li Mingda, Chun Tianhe, and the others were also dumbfounded.
Li Mingda even sneered, thinking that Meng Wei was trying to scam him again. Sure enough, this profiteer really had a bad habit.
Chun Tian He frowned, not knowing what Meng Wei was up to.
"Although everyone's here, we'll know at a glance!" Meng Wei said with a smile.”
Then, he turned around and led everyone towards the courtyard of the City Lord's Estate.
The moment they entered the courtyard, everyone saw that there was a very heavy fog in front of them. Everyone's doubts were even greater.
As he continued forward, he saw a wall rippling with blue waves. A magnificent mountain and river map appeared on it.
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