Reborn Turtle: Picked Up By Monkey King at the Beginning

Although Guanjiangkou is only a small town by the river, there are many people.

When they entered, there were already people standing on both sides of the street. These people all looked at them with curiosity and awe, especially when they saw Brother Monkey and other monsters, their eyes became even more awe-inspiring.

"How can the true monarch be in the company of monsters?"

"Be careful!!"

"Who is that monkey? It looks quite handsome."

"What is the origin of these people, and actually let Zhenjun go out to meet them in person."

"A lot of monsters."

"Are you a friend of Zhenjun?"

The people were talking.

Lin Fang also looked at the people here curiously.

He frowned slightly and said, "Are there too many people in Guanjiangkou?"

Yang Jian smiled and said: "When the rebellion of the demons began, I have been sitting in Guanjiangkou, so it is still safe here. Nearby, and even in several nearby counties, people from the town gathered here one after another."

"I don't refuse anyone who comes, and I send people to pick them up day and night. That's why there are so many people."

Funeral love is also interesting.

"Is there enough food?"

As expected of the emperor, this opening is different.

Yang Jian said respectfully: "It's enough for the time being, but there will always be a day when it's over."

The impact of the Heavenly Demon Rebellion on the mortal world is not only reflected in casualties, but also on people's livelihood. The people are so frightened that they dare not plant the land, and there is naturally not enough food.

Even if this catastrophe passes, many people will starve to death.

Yang Jian has already sent his men to hunt the wild beasts, but he still can't fill the stomachs of so many people.

"Have you ever thought about letting the grass head **** lead the farmers to plant the land?"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment.

"Cultivation?"

"Is it too late now?"

And he doesn't have enough manpower! !

One thousand two hundred grass-headed gods are naturally good at killing demons, but protecting hundreds of thousands of people is not enough.

Fu Ai shook his head: "As long as you want to do it, it's never too late, I just ask if you want to do it?"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "If I can solve the problem of food and clothing for the people in this city, I am naturally willing to do it."

Funeral Love's expression became serious, and said, "What I asked you to plant is not the rations of the people in this city, but the rations of the whole mortal world."

The whole world?

How many rations would that be?

If it can really be planted, how much prestige will Yang Jian have when the Heavenly Demon Rebellion ends? But Yang Jian knew that he could not grow it.

"Senior burial, I'm afraid I can't bear this responsibility."

Fu Ai waved his hand and said, "Since I opened this mouth, I have already thought of a countermeasure."

Yang Jian looked at him suspiciously.

Fu Ai pointed to Brother Monkey: "There are many plants, trees and monsters in the demon clan."

Plant spirits almost all use the technique of plant spawning.

If you let monsters and people work together to farm the land, the efficiency will be greatly improved.

Brother Monkey looked at Fu Ai speechlessly: "Master, you've worked hard not to show off with the demon army."

Fu Ai smiled: "The demon is naturally brought, but it's more important here."

When Brother Monkey proposed to hand over the demon army to him, Fu Ai was thinking about how to make full use of this team. The battle had to be fought, but the people's livelihood had to be seized.

At the beginning, his chosen partner was Zhen Motoko.

After all, Zhenyuanzi is the ancestor of the earth immortal, and he still has some research on this kind of things.

But after coming here, he temporarily changed his mind.

There are too many people in Guanjiangkou. If you leave it alone, you will starve to death in a short time! !

Yang Jian was excited: "Thank you for the funeral love senior."

Fu Ai waved his hand and said: "Thank me, why don't you get closer to Sun Wukong, I heard that there is a rift between the two of you?"

Both Yang Jian and Sun Wukong were stunned.

"My old grandson has a quarrel with him?"

"I have a grudge with Sun Wukong?"

The two spoke in unison.

Fu Ai frowned and asked Lin Fang, "You didn't say they had a fight."

Lin Fang: "Yes, but that's..."

He looked at Yang Chan again.

Fu Ai followed his gaze and looked over: "Oh~~~ I understand, I understand, I don't ask about you young people, I don't ask, hahaha."

Yang Chan's face turned red again.

Brother Monkey: "..."

Yang Jian:"……"

young people?

You little brat, which one here is not older than you?

Strictly speaking, Funeral Love is the youngest here when he is less than twenty years old.

Even Lin Fang was older than him.

Everyone talked and walked into Yang Jian's mansion.

Yang Chan looked at this familiar home with a smile on her face: "It's been a long time since I came back. I almost forgot when I came back last time."

Yang Jian looked at her dotingly: "Then you can stay longer."

Then everyone came to the living room, and Yang Jian asked people to serve tea.

Then he couldn't wait to ask: "Senior Burial Love, I don't know if there are more detailed arrangements for the cooperation you mentioned before. I want to hear it."

Fu Ai smiled and said, "Of course you can."

The conversation between the two was in full swing, and there was quite a scene of seeing each other late.

Lin Fang and the others couldn't get in at all.

This chat lasted for most of the day, seeing that the sun was about to set.

Lin Fang had no choice but to say, "Cough cough!! Second brother, you see it's not too early. Senior Fu Ai and the others haven't eaten yet. Do you think we should 'arrange' it?"

Yang Jian understood in seconds.

"Ah, you see it's my fault, I forgot."

"Let's do it...I'll get someone to prepare immediately. Today we're not going to get drunk or go home!!"

Lin Fang also understood in seconds: "That's really good."

He glanced at Zhu Bajie.

Zhu Bajie was a little puzzled, but he still coaxed and said, "Oh my god, I finally have something to eat, but An Laozhu was starved, and he lost weight when he turned around."

Yang Chan glanced at her chest, can this be hungry and thin? ?

Then everyone moved to the restaurant.

After a while, the food was served up, and there was a jar of fine wine.

Yang Jian took a jar very boldly and handed it to Brother Monkey: "Come on, we won't go home if we don't get drunk today."

Brother Monkey didn't suspect him, so he drank it directly.

Seeing this, Lin Fang slowly raised the corners of his mouth and gave Yang Chan a wink.

Yang Chan's face turned even redder.

While Zhu Bajie was eating, he had a panoramic view of their small movements, and there was a murmur in his heart, and he always felt that Lin Fang and Yang Jian were conspiring.

Only monk Sha and Fu Ai are cooking seriously.

A meal quickly devoured seven, seven, and eight.

Brother Monkey and Yang Jian drank dozens of altars of immortal brew, and both of them were a little drunk.

Seeing this, Lin Fang had to separate the two people who were about to worship the master, and then let the Six Monsters of Meishan bring Yang Jian back to the room, while Yang Chan left with Sun Wukong.

After waiting for a while, Lin Fang quietly followed.

Pig Bajie doesn't even understand.

After Lin Fang left, Fu Ai looked at Zhu Bajie and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Zhu Bajie: "Master, I always feel that Lin Fang and Yang Jian are plotting something, but I'm not sure."

Fu Ai thought about it and asked, "Which direction did Lin Fang go?"

Pig eight rings in a direction.

"Then go and see it and you'll know."