Yang Zheng woke up again, one afternoon five days later.

When he opened his eyes wrapped in gauze, even though the light in the room was quite dim, he still felt like his eyes were about to be blinded, tears suddenly burst out, and then a sound of ping-pong in his ears.

"Master...Master...You are awake." I stuttered, but very excited.

In the little girl's voice, Yang Zheng felt his eyes adapt a little, and carefully opened his eyes and saw a small face full of tears.

It's his little maid, Qiqi.

Yang Zheng opened his mouth, but there was a stinging pain in his throat.

He glanced at Qiqi, and it was strange that Qiqi could feel what he was thinking. He immediately ran to get a bowl of warm water and carefully entered Yang Zheng's mouth.

After half a bowl of water was put down, Yang Zheng felt that his throat could make a sound.

But soon, he felt heavy eyelids and fell asleep.

It was not until midnight that he woke up again. This time, he saw many people.

The Red Lady, the Blood Wolf, and many surviving personal guards.

Yang Zheng's eyes swept across their faces, and finally paused on the Hongniang, spoke, his voice extremely weak: "All... are back..."

Seeing that the man who was so strong before and seemed to never fall down became like this, the corners of the red lady's lips trembled slightly. She seemed to want to say something, but she finally bit her lips and didn't say it out. The complex light in her eyes leaked all kinds of panic emotions.

Yang Zheng moved his eyes away, and what sounded in his ears was the heartfelt call of the soldiers: "General."

Yang Zheng's eyes opened slightly, and he raised his hand wrapped in gauze with difficulty, and raised his thumb.

The soldiers had smiles on their faces, and they knew that the general was praising them.

After doing this action, Yang Zheng closed his eyes.

This time, his injuries were too severe. His bones were shattered, his internal organs were completely broken, and his stomach was almost rotten. Even Yang Zheng didn't believe that he could survive.

This was a miracle, and Yang Zheng broke free from the hands of the god of death again.

The price is also heavy. Compared with this one, Yang Zheng's previous injury was a tiny witch. His super body's self-healing ability could not even keep up with the speed of his loss of life force. However, his last trace of vitality was preserved by the abnormal force lurking in his body.

The difficult force once kept suppressing the evil power, but when Yang Zheng was about to die, it was revealed. This time, Yang Zheng finally found a familiar smell from that power. Barbie and Qinglian, when Yang Zheng accidentally fell into their "battle of body grabbing", he once got a share of the pie.

The two forces entangled each other and lurked in Yang Zheng's body.

Their power is so high-end that Yang Zheng cannot use it at all.

Therefore, Yang Zheng has never known their existence, and only when the evil power of the golden-winged cicada expands will the two forces come out to suppress it.

This is a balanced way, and the result has prevented Yang Zheng from using evil power smoothly.

But this injury broke the balance in Yang Zheng's body and continued to withstand devastating shocks again and again. Yang Zheng's body was like a storm, leaving behind a destructive place. The evil power had only the effect of destruction. If Yang Zheng could not bear it, it would only detonate his body. At this time, only the high-end power from Yun Zhongjun could provide the energy for rebirth. After all, Yang Zheng had relied on Barbie to pass through the gates of hell again and again.

The process of rebirth is a long time. When the high-end force penetrates every cell and every part of Yang Zheng's bone marrow bit by bit, and recasts his physical functions, Yang Zheng also has a new understanding.

The power is finally no longer visible or intangible.

Yang Zheng's body was reborn because of that power, which was a little different from the original qualitative nature.

It was faintly felt like "close" with that power.

Although this is good, what makes Yang Zheng depressed is that the evil power is even more unbearable. He is suppressed by high-end power in a small space. During the flow, the cruel and cruel aura seems to have been worn away. The originally irritable lion is now like a domestic dog, huddling in the corner. Only the slight hideousness that occasionally reveals can be distinguished that it is the power of the evil monster, the golden-winged cicada.

Yang Zheng has no intention of thinking about this now, and he will have to wait until his body recovers almost before talking about it.

After he woke up, three days later, Yang Zheng was able to sit up and do some simple movements.

This was undoubtedly a huge encouragement to the entire Lord's Mansion. It seemed that the clouds that enveloped Vigolan also felt joy, revealing the rare sky light, and the rain had stopped.

The most difficult flood season is finally over.

Yang Zheng sat at the head of the bed, enjoying the careful massage of the little maid while integrating the message in his mind.

There is no doubt that Yang Zheng and the others won the war eight days ago.

The Octopus thief has become a past tense after Zhang Yu's death. Although Russell once said that there was a demon warrior who was ten times more terrifying than Zhang Yu on the island that day, from beginning to end, the warrior did not appear. After Zhang Yu's death, the remaining mutants must have followed the warrior.

The identity of the warlock and the origin of the mutant were not clear, but Zhang Yu's body was dragged back and Russell was studying it.

The Octopus thieves wiped out the water thieves coalition, and Yang Zheng cleared the octopus thieves again. Although the "fisherman's profit" plan that was originally decided to lead to the difficulties later due to some variables, it is comforting that the big cancer of the water thieves was finally removed, at least on the surface.

The rest is to manage floods.

Yang Zheng did not expect to completely eradicate the flood. Just imagine that the civilization on Earth was at least a thousand years older than here, but still could not eliminate natural disasters. Yang Zheng was not a god, so he naturally could not do it.

However, reasonable guidance and investment of a lot of money and material resources can definitely reduce floods.

Moreover, Yang Zheng just received good news recently, which made him feel stronger in his confidence in managing floods.

Cement has been developed. The main raw materials of cement are limestone, clay and iron ore powder. Yang Zheng used to do archaeology and was knowledgeable. The formula of this thing is not difficult to remember. The difficulty is how to control the ingredients and the source of raw materials.

Limestone, clay, and iron ore powder are all common.

The most difficult thing is to control the speed of condensation. However, the production level and material resources of the Blue Wind Continent were obviously beyond Yang Zheng's expectations. Yang Zheng mentioned it and roughly talked about the uses and research directions of cement. Unexpectedly, the craftsmen here actually figured out. It is not that the craftsmen here are so genius. It is coincidental that the casting powder, which is similar to cement, has been available for a long time, but the cost is very high and cannot be mass-produced on a large scale. The cement mentioned by Yang Zheng is low in production. With the process of casting powder, it will be twice the result with half the effort. The crude cement was studied during the period when Yang Zheng was unconscious, which can be regarded as a great surprise to Yang Zheng.

Although the technology level of Lanfeng Continent is low, there are not many talents.

Every era has its own outstanding figures.

Once cement was studied, it was definitely not Yang Zheng who could find its huge value.

Obsidian Hua is one of the best.

The Obsidian family obtained a sample from somewhere. On that day, Obsidian Hua hurried to the lord's mansion.

Yang Zheng could not walk down the ground at that time, but he still met Hei Yui Hua in the bedroom.

He has a good impression of this middle-aged man with an extraordinary temperament, but his favorability cannot replace trust. After all, Vigolan has been in chaos for so long, so who knows what the people below have in mind? The Jiaolan Iron Artifact Society is an example. The unintentional stake has played a lot recently.

Baitou Wenggis has mastered many secrets of the Jiaolan Iron Artifact Society, and these secrets are circulated here to Yang Zheng.

The most shocking one is the transaction between Maxim, the president of the Jiaolan Iron Artifact Society, and the upper class of Juma Province.

However, the lord forces led by Yang Zheng have just experienced a great war and need to be cultivated and rested, and let them go temporarily. What's more, once the water thief is destroyed, Yang Zheng is confident enough to hold all the forces of Vigolan in his palm. In this world, the big fist is the truth. As an officially recognized lord, even the Giant Horse Province cannot interfere in Yang Zheng's internal affairs on the surface.

Obsidian Hua stood quietly in the center of the bedroom, with a slight layer of sweat on his forehead, and he had been standing here for an hour.

During this hour, Yang Zheng only asked a few words occasionally, and then he was always obsessed. Hua said that from the distribution of the Declan mine veins to the family origin, the most common thing was how to manage floods. This was his fundamental purpose of coming here. The emergence of cement represents that the Obsessed family's dream for a century has finally seen a glimmer of hope. How could Obsessed Hua give up?

During this hour, he blew indirectly and even described the thriving Vigolan after flood treatment to seduce Yang Zheng.

However, Yang Zheng always looked very quiet, like an unfathomable abyss, making Obsidian Hua unable to guess his true thoughts.

After an hour of this game, Obsidian Hua finally made his request directly.

He wants a cement formula.

After saying this request, Obsidian Hua felt weak inside, and he knew that he was at a disadvantage in a psychological battle with the new lord.

really.

Yang Zheng took a sip of the ginseng soup that Qiqi sent to his mouth, moistened his throat, and opened his lips slightly: "Mr. Hua, please sit down."

When he sat on the chair that Qiqi brought him, Obsidian Hua smiled bitterly in his heart. After standing for an hour, the soreness on his feet clearly reminded him that the new lord was definitely not easy to fool. The conditions offered next may be that the Obsidian family could not bear. However, what method did he do? The Obsidian family could be said to be destroyed by this flood. The dream that their ancestors continued was to eliminate the flood one day and let the Obsidian family stand in front of the world again.

Under this premise, Obsidian Hua knew that his weakness had been captured by the new lord.

Yang Zheng leaned against the big goose-shaped pillow, and although his complexion was a little weak, his eyes were clear and he said in a hurry: "You must be clear about the function of cement, but you have to give me enough reasons before I can hand over the formula to you."

Obsidian Hua was silent, thinking about the five words "enough reason" that Yang Zheng said.

To manage the flood in Decland well?

It would never be that simple. He had mentioned many beautiful prospects after flood control, and the new lord was unmoved at all.

What does he want?

Obsidian Hua looked at Yang Zheng, whose body was covered in bandages, and his heart was already churning. The next day after the octopus robber was destroyed, he had already obtained the news through his own news website. The new lord had all kinds of water robbers in one place. At first, he was even a little disdainful. The water robbers who had been wrapped in Vigolan for hundreds of years were not so easy to destroy. However, seeing the current situation of the new lord, the balance in his heart had begun to tilt, and there was no wind or wave. Perhaps the news was true.

If it is true, then he needs to consider his family's future prospects.

What will such a powerful lord bring to the territory?

At this moment, Yang Zheng suddenly spoke again: "Your Obsidian family has been rooted in Vigolan for hundreds of years, and there are many things I don't have. Show your strength, whether it is open or underground."

Obsidian Hua felt something in Yang Zheng's words and said carefully: "What do you mean by sir?"

Yang Zheng reached out and pinched his eyebrows, slowly spitting out two words: "Jiao Lan."

In an instant, Obsidian Hua seemed to have grasped something vaguely, and he was stunned for a moment: "Jiao Lan!"

"In three days, can you hand over the situation where Jiao Lan ironware will be smuggled into me? "

Hei Yu. Hua felt his throat was very dry, and his voice inevitably brought a hint of confusion: "Sir, I want to deal with Jiao Lan Iron Products?"

"It's not a question of dealing with it, but this is my territory. I don't want the people in this territory to do small things under my nose. It's always good to know the situation."

Although Yang Zheng's words were light, Obsidian Hua would never simply think that Yang Zheng was so generous.

In fact, he felt very depressed. This new lord gave people the feeling that it was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Even if he was injured and unable to move, it would not make people ignore his aggressiveness.

"I... try."
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