"Dong one, dong one, this is Dong six, the Taoist temple is completed! Owa!"
"Dong six, dong six, Dong one received, owa!"
He stuffed the walkie-talkie back into his pocket, looking at Fang Xuanling's unsatisfied expression.
Fang Er said to him cheerfully.
Elder Yuan's Taoist temple is already done. The original shacks should be able to provide a place for these refugees to shelter from the wind and rain.
In addition, some people can be arranged in the Taoist temple and the manor.
Hearing this, Fang Xuanling immediately shifted his attention from the walkie-talkie to business.
"Are you sure you can accommodate these two to three thousand people?"
Fang Er nodded.
"Near the Taoist temple, many shacks were originally built for them. If they make do, they should be able to house about a thousand people."
"Prioritize the elderly and young. The able-bodied will be sent to the Ba River shipyard, where they can also help with some work."
Fang Xuanling was overjoyed. "If that's the case, I, on behalf of these people, thank the Marquis of Liaodong."
After speaking, he bowed slightly to Fang Er.
Fang Er quickly reached out to help him up. Speaking is speaking, fooling around is fooling around, joking is joking.
To have this man, who was over fifty years old, bow to him, he felt somewhat undeserving.
"Marquis Fang, this young man cannot accept such a bow. How about this, I will go back and make arrangements first, and you can follow with your people."
Fang Xuanling stroked his beard and said with a smile.
"Alright, then you go ahead. I will bring people over later."
With this unexpected incident, the matter of showing off was forcibly halted.
Swift as lightning, the Warrior motorcycle.
It roared all the way back to Fang Family Manor.
The rain had stopped again by now.
Huang Sheng and Guan Chang in the gatehouse of the Fang residence ran out from a distance.
"The engine sound is different from the pickup truck."
After Fang Er entered, seeing the bull-like car body, the few people's eyes lit up.
"This car, I've never seen it before. It must be a new treasure from the Marquis!"
"Marquis, this car?"
Zhang De was the first to speak, running over excitedly and touching the Warrior's body with his hand.
"Heh heh, I can't show off to Old Cheng, but it's good to show off to these men."
"This car is called the Warrior! How about it!"
Zhang De scratched his head. "Marquis, this only has two wheels, why doesn't it fall over?"
Guan Chang smacked him on the back of the head.
"Idiot! That bicycle also has two wheels, doesn't it not fall over?"
Zhang De was stunned. Indeed, that bicycle could also move.
However, ever since Dali's rear was exposed, the car had been disliked by everyone and thrown in the backyard.
Fang Er parked the car outside the gate. The Fang residence gate had three steps on the inside and outside, so this thing couldn't get into the house and could only be parked outside.
"Later, send that bicycle to the workshop and have Zhao Gang fix a new seat for it."
"When you learn to ride that bicycle, then I'll let you touch this."
Hearing Fang Er say this, everyone's eyes lit up. This meant they could also ride it.
Zhao Long, with a flash, rushed into the courtyard.
Before long, he carried out that bicycle.
"Marquis, I'm going to the workshop."
After saying that, he sprinted away, running towards the workshop.
Fang Er watched, dumbfounded.
"Can't you just drive a pickup truck to take it there?"
But before he could react, Li Da, Lu Shuang, Wang Duan, and others also ran over after saying a word.
"Wait for me, let's go together, let's go together!"
Zhang De also smiled sheepishly at Fang Er and ran off.
Turning around, he found himself with only Guan Chang, Huang Sheng, and Wei Miao.
"Why aren't you guys going?"
Wei Miao said with some resentment.
"Replying to the Marquis, the three of us are on duty today."
"Alright!"
"Eighteen Riders, there must be at least three people at home guarding at all times. This is the rule."
"Go find Old Ma, Elder Yuan, and Li Shun. There's something to do."
After giving instructions, Fang Er entered the courtyard. He had been so focused on riding the motorcycle that his clothes were soaked through and through.
Although it wasn't cold, the feeling of being close to his skin was still awkward.
He took a bath, changed into dry clothes, picked up a newspaper from yesterday, and sat in the front hall, drinking tea and waiting.
Half an hour later.
Li Shun and Old Ma arrived successively.
Yuan Tiangang arrived with a displeased expression.
"Marquis of Liaodong, this old man is about to witness a miracle. Why are you summoning this old man in such a hurry? What is it?"
This fellow witnessed miracles every day.
His curiosity had not diminished at all.
After Fang Er sorted his thoughts, he explained the matter of the refugees to the three of them.
Old Ma was very straightforward.
"In Fang Family Manor, Fang Er is the heavens. Whatever he says, the villagers will listen."
"Marquis, don't worry, I guarantee they will be arranged perfectly. They won't want to leave once they arrive!"
Fang Er: "..........."
From a village of two to three hundred people, he became the village head managing six thousand people in one year.
This old man seemed addicted to being a village head.
Li Shun was very happy, as the able-bodied were all labor!
"If there are some who are skilled carpenters among them, that would be even better."
"Marquis, there are no problems with the shipyard either."
With both of them having expressed their commitment, Fang Er looked at Yuan Tiangang.
The old Taoist priest appeared indifferent.
"Do whatever you want! Just don't disturb this old man from witnessing miracles. This old man is leaving!"
"After the people arrive, let that kid Chunfeng arrange them!"
After speaking, he flicked his hands, put them behind his back, and walked towards the outside.
Fang Er: "..........."
This old Taoist priest is possessed!
"If you don't go mad, can you become a Buddha?"