Under the screen.

The effect of Jiang Chao's arrangement was very good. He tried to suppress the unhealthy trend of taking pills in this era, and steadily spread the celestial warnings step by step.

However, Jiang Chao discovered a problem.

Jiang Chao: "What is the situation in this Guichen year? Is there such a thing in sixty years of Jiazi?"

Wang Shu took it for granted: "Who said a complete period lasts for sixty years?"

Jiang Chao was stunned for a long time. Perhaps it was because the Paper Man Fairy was too certain in what he said, and because it far surpassed the human brain in terms of data storage and memory, Jiang Chao became unconfident.

But he quickly confirmed that he remembered correctly: "Don't fool me, what is one year if it is not sixty years?"

Wang Shu: "One Jiazi lasts one hundred and twenty years."

Jiang Chao: "This is wrong. How can it be one hundred and twenty years?"

Wang Shu: "That's one hundred and twenty years."

Jiang Chao: "Who decided it? It couldn't have been you, right?"

Wang Shu always likes to make this kind of overbearing decision-making, and I am qualified to define everything, which makes Jiang Chao very suspicious.

Wang Shu: "It has nothing to do with me. This has been like this a long time ago. This is called since ancient times!"

This situation is actually not difficult to understand. Many mortals know it, but Yun Zhongjun is aloof and does not live in the world.

He was unaware of many situations and things that were regarded as common sense in the secular world.

Jiang Chao: "People here have always used one hundred and twenty years to mark their years?"

Wangshu: "Yes, is there a problem?"

Jiang Chao: "How can you use it like this? This is not random?"

Wang Shu: “I think it’s pretty good!”

Wang Shu added: "One hundred and twenty years is great. There are ten heavenly stems and twelve earthly branches. There are obviously one hundred and twenty combinations, but only sixty are used."

She commented: "Uncomfortable."

Jiang Chao and Wang Shu talked about why sixty combinations are used and the principles of yin and yang that match the heavenly stems and earthly branches. However, artificial intelligence appreciates the rigorous arrangement of numbers.

Wang Shu felt that since there are one hundred and twenty combinations, one hundred and twenty should be used, otherwise the rest would be useless. Since there are only sixty, why not just design sixty in the first place.

Jiang Chao couldn't defeat her and was even almost convinced by her.

However, Jiang Chao said again.

"Sixty is set as one period of time because most people these days are in their fifties and sixties, which happens to be one period of time. This makes it easier to keep track of the year."

"It's definitely unreasonable to set it at one hundred and two. It's also too long."

She said, "I can give them a hundred and two."

Jiang Chao: "Do you think you really have a life and death book, and if you add a stroke to it, you can live longer?"

Wang Shu: "The human body can live to the limit of more than a hundred years, but most of them will be broken before that time. But as long as they are willing, I can set it at one hundred and two for them."

"For those whose yang life span is less than 120, I will make up for their yin life span."

"Those who have worked above ground for sixty years and are still willing to continue working can come to the underground and work for me for another sixty years. I will provide free jars and other benefits."

"Isn't this just one hundred and twenty years? It's just right."

"Eh."

"And it just fits your yin and yang principles. Isn't this perfect?"

"Yun Zhongjun, your yin and yang method is indeed very useful."

Jiang Chao discovered that Wang Shu could always come up with clever ideas.

A real "ghost" idea.

Jiang Chaobu and Wang Shu were talking nonsense: "When did this method of counting years appear? Check it out. Did it appear at the beginning, or did it change from a certain time period."

Jiang Chao always felt that there might be something wrong here.

Wangshu: "Okay."

But then, Jiang Chao discovered another important thing.

"Right."

"I remember always saying that the space station fell down a century ago?"

Wang Shu nodded and told Jiang Chao: "Yes, a century ago?"

Jiang Chao: "Then according to this chronology, it is not more than sixty years ago, but more than a hundred years ago?"

Wangshu: "Yes!"

Jiang Chao: "Why didn't you..."

Jiang Chao stopped asking questions halfway. As long as he didn't ask questions, Wang Shu would usually not take the initiative to answer them.

No wonder, Jiang Chao always felt that the grottoes and stone statues were older than he thought. They were not exposed to wind and sun for decades, but more than a hundred years.

And if it was sixty or seventy years ago, there must be some old people in Xihe County who knew about or even experienced the situation when the space station fell down. For example, the old Taoist Yin and Yang might have experienced it personally, or knew someone who had witnessed it.

result.

It seems that there is no such thing at all.

No one inside or outside Xihe County has experienced it personally, and everyone treats it as a myth.

Jiang Chao didn't think about it carefully before. He just thought that one period of time is sixty years of reincarnation, which is exactly when a person goes from birth to old age.

But who knows that for the same noun, his cognitive concept is completely different from the cognitive concept here. A period of time here is actually one hundred and twenty years. How can ordinary people live for such a long time?

Jiang Chao looked at Wang Shu: "So, you have done nothing in these more than a hundred years?"

"If Wang Shuqian had started the plan earlier, wouldn't I have everything as soon as I woke up?"

Wang Shu: "No one listens to the weather forecast, so why am I working so hard?"

——

Riverside.

The river workers carried sand and gravel to strengthen the embankment. They worked all morning and then dispersed.

But while eating, most people quietly peered into the distance.

And those Tiangong tribesmen who dressed exactly the same gathered in a group, took out the mud mixed with mountain dragon ash, river bottom sand, and river water, performed the art of turning mud into stone, and then used strange "magic weapons"

"Build up a structure like muscles and bones.

The river workers were holding the freshly made hot cakes in their hands, watching the Tiangong clan in the distance turning the soil into stone, and watching the man with the terrifying mask holding the magic weapon making terrifying sparks and sounds.

The river workers were all nervous and exclaimed again and again.

"Oh oh oh!"

"Look, look, look."

"You can't look at it. Don't look at it again. You young people really don't know how high the sky is and how high it is. Your eyes will get sores just by looking at it."

Some river workers were so surprised that they even dropped the cake on the ground unconsciously. However, they picked it up, patted it and stuffed it into their mouths while still staring into the distance.

“These people are really talented craftsmen!”

"Do you think I can also be a master craftsman?"

"You have a beautiful thought."

The riverside changes almost every day.

Looking around, a long dragon that merges the old embankment and the new embankment and is covered with "gray skin" gradually appears in front of everyone.

Gradually, the place was renamed Longdi by local people.

Even if.

The embankment has not yet been completely built.

The river workers looked at this earth-shaking change and started talking about it.

"This dragon embankment has a foundation and bones, but now it lacks flesh and blood."

"I guess there are still some spells that haven't been cast yet. Are those Tiangong clan mysterious and powerful?"

"I heard they can also summon dragons to help."

"What is the purpose of embankments created with such magic?"

But as a result, there are also some bad rumors.

Across the river embankment, the other side was also bustling with activity.

There are many roads between the farmland and the village. The farmer is rushing to plant the seedlings in the last few fields while looking in the direction of the river embankment.

While busy, we also chatted about things over there.

"Did you hear that?"

"That's not just what I heard. I went to see it. Darling, this is the first time I've seen someone use magic to build a dike. There are bones in the dike and it's made of refined iron?"
To be continued...