609: Monitoring the whole city

As time passed, the sky completely darkened.

The cold rain, after The Black Night arrived, seemed to change its face.

From pure coolness, it transformed into the icy fangs and claws of some bloodthirsty creature, scraping against the skin of hurrying pedestrians.

At Ning Mansion, Ning Buxiu was looking at the System panel in front of him.

In front of him, there were monitoring screens, real-time recording everything in Five Directions City!

This monitoring function could only be accessed by him.

The application avatars on those telephone directly cut this function.

Little Grass had many monitoring screens, and Ning Buxiu was currently looking at the situation with the craftsmen at Ning Mansion.

Under the instructions of Lan Family Head Ning Jiushan, and two other Ning family spokespersons, over a dozen craftsmen had begun to fully produce those square telephones!

Roughly looking at the quantity, in just two hours, over eight hundred items had already been produced.

Among them, the most numerous were the Bluestone telephones made of the cheapest material, with five hundred units.

Following that were the Mixed Jade telephones, two hundred and seventy units.

After that, were the Fine Jade ones made of expensive material, around thirty units.

In this era, there was no technological level, but the process of simply processing stones and jade blocks was also very simple.

Looking at the degree of polishing, it could completely catch up to modern craftsmanship.

And on each polished square block, the words 'Ye Ning' would be carved on one corner of the back.

Shifting his gaze from the monitoring screen in front of him, Ning Buxiu turned his attention to another screen.

Five Directions City, Ancient Tomb site.

On a certain piece of land here, a weed that wouldn't attract anyone's attention swayed slightly, as if affected by the breeze and icy rain.

"Lord, there's a bamboo slip here, it seems to record new excellent works by ancient sages in the tomb!" In the misty rain curtain, an investigator hurriedly took a bamboo slip and quickly walked towards the tent outside the Ancient Tomb site.

"New ancient sages?" In the tent, a White-Haired Old Man, whose hair and beard were all white, slightly perked up.

He was the general person in charge of this Ancient Tomb site, and also someone from Jiangnan Academy.

He was quite obsessed with the poetry, calligraphy, and paintings left behind by these ancient sages.

And the poems left in the tomb after each sage was buried were mostly the poet's famous works or proud works.

This further piqued the White-Haired Old Man's interest.

At this time, he had just finished reading a scroll of poems by a sage unearthed from the tomb, but he didn't gain any insights.

Perhaps this ancestor himself was just an ordinary person.

Relatively speaking, the person who entered the tent under him, saying they found new excellent works by a sage, was more attractive to him.

"Present it," the White-Haired Old Man motioned.

After speaking, he felt his palm sink slightly as the bamboo slip entered his hand.

Gently stroking the bamboo slip in his hand, the White-Haired Old Man's eyes lit up slightly: "Gold Thread Emerald Bamboo? To actually use this kind of material to write excellent works, it seems the person who wrote it wouldn't be an unknown nobody."

"Moreover, the age of this bamboo slip is at least three hundred years or more from now!"

It was like seeing Lin Yue's wife on the bed on their wedding night, undressing, swallowing saliva with every step.

The White-Haired Old Man, whose hair and beard were all white, was currently in this state.

"Come, add some lamp oil for me, make the Fire brighter so I can see more clearly," the White-Haired Old Man instructed the person in front of him.

Holding his breath slightly, the White-Haired Old Man, witnessed by the investigator beside him, slowly unfolded the bamboo slip in his hand.

Unexpectedly, on the bamboo slip, there were as many as six poems written!

Seeing this situation, the White-Haired Old Man's expression fell.

If they were truly excellent lines that would be passed down through the ages, they would definitely be extremely cherished; one bamboo slip wouldn't be enough to write them all down, and they would even be carved into walls for future generations to admire.

Only unimportant "soy sauce" poems, or records of events, would be casually squeezed onto a single bamboo slip.

"It seems this was a wealthy but untalented ancestor," the White-Haired Old Man said, directly characterizing the other party.

"Lord, take a closer look at these poems." The investigator beside him, in silence, focused his attention on the bamboo slip.

And then, with slightly hurried breathing, he said to the White-Haired Old Man.

Hearing the other party's words, the White-Haired Old Man restrained his emotions and also placed his gaze on the bamboo slip.

Qingping Tune. Part One

Li Bai. Authored

"Yun thinks of clothes, flowers think of countenance; the spring breeze brushes the railing, and the dew is thick with splendor."

"If not seen on the peak of Mount Qunyu, we would meet under the moon at Jade Terrace."

The first poem before his eyes came into view, and the White-Haired Old Man's originally calm gaze was directly washed into his mind by this poem, as if it were tangible!

At this instant, the Old Man seemed to see, in a trance from the simple words and sentences of this poem, a Fairy who had fallen into the mortal world; her peerless beauty, figure, and temperament were impossible to describe with any words or sentences!

But, this poem clearly presented the beauty of that woman, leaving behind infinite imagination!

"Good, good, good!" Saying "good" three times in a row, the White-Haired Old Man's eyes were filled with excitement; just this one poem alone, he could proudly say that coming all the way to the Southern Border for archaeology was already not in vain!

This was a poem that would surely be passed down through the ages!

Moreover, this poem was only Qingping Tune. Part One, which meant there were more remaining!

This was a literary master, a literary master who had been buried by this muddy and rotten soil for who knows how many years!

Carrying his excited mood, the Old Man then looked at the poems below.

...

Ning family.

Ning Buxiu, however, didn't see the situation inside the tent.

However, through the Little Grass camera, seeing that someone had taken the bamboo slip he placed to the tent, he could already roughly predict the mood of the people inside.

The plan he had laid out had taken a crucial step.

Now Ning Buxiu was even looking forward to the software rewards prepared by the System; maps were too limited after all.

After all, the number of people using maps was ultimately small.

To open up more and larger markets, it was unavoidable to increase the application functions of the telephone.

His gaze retracted from the Ancient Tomb site area, and some other scenes in the City also attracted Ning Buxiu's attention.

This was a dark street, and the few weeds by the roadside made this street seem a bit more ordinary.

The wet ground, as a cautious figure stepped over it, left a few yellow mud footprints.

However, as the fine rain fell, these footprints were also washed clean.

The sneaky person walked all the way to someone's doorstep.

After looking around for a moment and finding no one, he carefully knocked on the courtyard door.

Not long after, the courtyard door was carefully opened a crack.

The person in the house, after seeing the person outside the door, immediately lowered his voice and growled: "What do you want to do?! The entire Five Directions City is currently hunting you, and you still dare to show your face, even running here to me?!"

"Didn't I already tell you to leave the City?!"

The words spoken by A Man behind the door carried intense anxiety.

"Brother Yao, I... I can't get out! Entry and exit to the entire Five Directions City are strictly checked, and some places that originally had no garrison troops now have City guards patrolling, I really had no choice but to..."

A Man standing on the street, the words he spoke were even more emotionally charged.

"If you have no choice, then go figure something out! What do you want from me?!" The person called Brother Yao said, and was about to close the door.

"Brother Yao, you can't just abandon me! Back when we poisoned the County Magistrate's only son, it was you who gave me the poison!" A Man outside the door lowered his tone, but his speaking speed increased with the fluctuation of his emotions.