Lu Fangzhi was unjustly imprisoned by the Ministry of Punishment, and Lu Fangzhi was jailed. He was demoted to Yousu's territory, which was full of desolation. The common people knelt on the ground and gnawed the bark of the tree, while the nobles and their gods drained their spiritual veins. County magistrate? No, it's a scapegoat who is destined to die. But he opened the notebook left by his predecessor - it was the remaining pages of the thief who had tampered with the list of gods. Only noble blood has divine energy? Will civilians never wake up? Lu Fangzhi smiled. He doesn't need divine energy. Cement was poured out of the city walls, blast furnaces spit out molten steel, and gunpowder exploded the cavalry. Every time the territory moves up a level, a noble will be pulled down. Gui Huan brought news of the slave uprising, and Ji Polu handed over the iron smelting blueprints. When Wen Renchong's army besieged the city, Lu Fangzhi stood at the top of the city and raised the sealed civilian hero flag. "Every name on the list of gods owes a life to the people." "Today, I will rewrite it!"
