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Here is the fifth generation. There are no enemies of ten thousand people, but they have to fight against ten thousand people. They have no money, so they have to make money. They have no ambition, but they are destined to be great. He is just living hard, just like me, just like you... If someone likes and encourages each other, if no one gives in, he will strengthen himself.

Haha, Zeng said, I will come back! Now, back! The new book "Infrastructure Madness in the Southern Song Dynasty" has been signed and is being updated. If you can see this, you know how hard Yiziying has worked! Of course, if the writing is not good, it is not good, and there is no shame in it; back then, it was done behind closed doors and jumped off the cliff halfway! More than ten years have passed, and it has taken two months since I started writing again; now I have successfully signed the contract again. I hope the new book, Farming Flow, will be well written, and I hope it will be long. The screenwriter said something that really stuck in my mind: You should always have dreams, otherwise what novel would you write? Maybe I still can't write well, maybe I can barely read it, maybe time has accumulated and I can write well, I don't know. However, more than ten years have passed, and I proudly say that I am still a young man when I come back, and my dream is still there. I have to work hard, do it and cherish it. I wish me good grades, and I wish all book friends that all your wishes will come true and you will have a happy reading.

Mo Zheng was once a construction dog who only knew how to build houses. He was reborn in the Southern Song Dynasty and was gifted with two farmers by his side? He then wanted to engage in farming and infrastructure construction at the same time, but bad guys always delayed him; The traitor Wu Xi is arrogant and domineering, leading hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers to intimidate and induce; Mo Zheng smiled: Son of the Wu family, I am killing you to clean up the family for your parents. Xuanzong of the Jin Dynasty was very proud of himself: the golden kidnapper, horse iron pagoda, was invincible. Mo Zheng was disdainful: I built thousands of cities and forts in the Qinling Mountains and opened them up for you to climb. Come on. Genghis Khan of Mongolia: Who dares to stop me from being so timid? Mo Zheng put his hands behind his back and smiled: Temujin, there are no wronged souls under the iron sickle, and there are no regrets under the golden hoe. I would like to advise you, go west, don't look back, otherwise you will be buried. Zhao Kuo, Ningzong of the Great Song Dynasty, also wanted to speak; Mo Zheng glared: "Shut up, you, the old Zhao family, really think of Hangzhou as Bianzhou." In this way, he accidentally planted a peaceful China and established a unified country!

Here is the fifth generation. There are no enemies of ten thousand people, but they have to fight against ten thousand people. They have no money, so they have to make money. They have no ambition, but they are destined to be great. He is just living hard, just like me, just like you... If someone likes and encourages each other, if no one gives in, he will strengthen himself.