Chapter 2: The Gun Shoots the Head Bird
Zhongnan Mountain is 800 zhang high, towering into the clouds, in the barren island area, belongs to one of the best high mountains; in the middle of the mountainside above, the perennial clouds are swirling, look at it from a distance, just like a fairyland. In the past, Zhang Zhenren, the patriarch of the Sword Mansion, traveled here, saw the beautiful peaks, and the aura was compelling, and his heart was happy. So he drew his sword, cut off the tip of the peak, and used it as the foundation to form a sect.
Thinking back then, that sword broke the peak, how sharp and mighty!
The inside and outside of the Zhongnan Sword Mansion are divided into one up and down, the inner house is at the top, and the position of the outer house is relatively low. According to the characteristics of the mountain, a large area was opened up and a courtyard was built. It is given to the outer disciples to live and arrange for the reception of guests.
Idlers and others, but they are not qualified to live in it.
The mountain col in the northwest of the outer outer provinces, a row of low stone houses, is the residence of the miscellaneous servants. The small canteen is next to the side, also made of large blocks of bluestone.
Walking out of the outer house, a stone pillar as high as three zhang was erected on the right hand side of the gate, and many advertising messages were posted on the stone pillar.
Habitually, Liang Qiufeng stopped and watched - he was literate and self-taught:
"Neishan Miao Valley recruits a senior gardener, requiring all the "Five Elements Planting Tips" to pass the third level, can manage a hundred years of medicinal materials, including food and housing, and a monthly salary of 1......00 catties of spiritual rice;
"Nanguo has eight acres of lower-level spiritual fields, excellent geology, stable yield, because people retreat and cultivate, there is no time to manage. Now the special rent, the rent is negotiable, please have the strength to come to the inner gate No. 17 Sword House to discuss in detail......"
"True disciple Long Xiangtian, due to the needs of cultivation, is now recruiting a sword servant, requiring a woman, no more than twenty years old, good image, and ...... treatment interview"
Liang Qiufeng watched a lot of content with relish, although he could not meet the recruitment conditions on the information, but it was also a kind of pastime to take a look at it and understand it in his spare time. By the way, you can also grasp some market rules that may come in handy in the future, which is useful. Soon, he saw a notice from the Sword Mansion and couldn't help but pay attention to it-
"The desert is rising again, Tiandumen is about to move, and the intention is to expand to the south, and the ambition of the wolf is well known. If anyone finds a spy on them, please report them to the Sword Mansion Guards in time, and there will be a heavy reward......"
Got a reward?
The young man's eyes suddenly lit up, but he didn't know what the Dumen was that day, and he didn't know where to find the spy?
"Hehe, it seems that my family is really not down-to-earth enough, and I think crankily all day long......"
He shook his head, to shake some unrealistic ideas, or to go to dinner is the most realistic.
There was no place to eat in the small cafeteria, so people received their meals and either went back to their rooms or ate and drank in the surrounding open spaces.
Today is the fifteenth, and according to the custom, each person can get three taels of spiritual rice.
-- Ling rice is a special kind of rice that is above ordinary rice, the size of a peanut, oval, slightly pointed at both ends, milky white in color, and several halos rotating on the body surface, which is charming.
Ripe rice does not need to be cooked, it is eaten directly and raw, with a full taste, which can not only fill the stomach, but also absorb the aura contained in it, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone. As an extremely important cultivation resource, Lingmi's position is very important, and when it is developed and cultivated on a large scale, it quickly becomes the equivalent of the martial arts world, like a recognized currency in circulation.
Today, among the major martial arts sects, they are all trying to reclaim the spiritual field and plant spiritual rice. In a certain way, the size of the Lingtian area can measure the strength of the sect.
It's just that the place that can become a spiritual field must be close to the spiritual vein, and the closer it is, the fatter it becomes, on the contrary, the land far away from the spiritual vein can only grow ordinary food.
Zhongnan Mountain has spiritual veins, so up and down the mountain, many suitable places have been reclaimed into pieces of spiritual fields. Some of these spiritual fields were distributed as rewards and became personal property, but most of them were leased to their disciples in the form of contracts for a certain amount of rent every year. As for whether the contractor cultivates the land himself or hires someone, it is a personal choice.
As for ordinary people, they can't afford to eat spiritual rice in their spare time, and Jidu lives on ordinary food - as a handyman in Zhongnan Sword Mansion, he can receive three taels of spiritual rice on the fifteenth day of each month, which is a very good welfare. Even if you are reluctant to eat it, you can save more, and then take it out to sell or exchange it for something.
At the age of fifteen, Liang Qiufeng entered the Zhongnan Sword Mansion as a handyman, and in three years, he accumulated a total of ten catties of spiritual rice. He only eats a few grains of spiritual rice every month to satisfy his hunger, and saves the rest. Accumulate a lot, only ten catties of inventory.
He had a dream, that is, to save until thirty catties, in exchange for a superficial method of martial arts cultivation.
Three taels a month, only three catties in ten months, which means that it takes a hundred months to make up thirty catties. Spending nearly ten years just to learn martial arts, this dream is simple and stubborn to the point of being almost stupid!
Fortunately, the saved spiritual rice can be stored at the Jianfu Rice Warehouse Management Office and exchanged for rice tickets that can be cashed at any time. Otherwise, it will be a long time, and you will not be able to wait for the dream to come true, and the spiritual rice that cannot be properly stored will be moldy.
Since the last time he said that he had missed his mouth, in the circle of miscellaneous servants, Liang Qiufeng had become a little sparrow who didn't know the height of the sky, so he no longer spoke lightly. The act of quietly accumulating Lingmi has also become a secret hidden deep in my heart.
……
"What, there is no spiritual rice distribution today?"
"Not only not today, but probably not anymore. ”
"What the hell is going on?"
"I heard that it was Deacon Luo's idea, this Luo Peel, who eats people and doesn't spit out bones, is really going to attack our Lingmi......"
"Silence, be careful of being heard by him, and drive you down the mountain. ”
When he came to the small cafeteria, Liang Qiufeng noticed the abnormality, and when he asked, his heart suddenly sank, and his hands couldn't help but clench into fists.
The inside story of the matter is very simple: Deacon Luo, who is in charge of the miscellaneous affairs of the foreign government, aimed at the welfare of the miscellaneous servants receiving three taels of spiritual rice on the fifteenth day of each month, stretched out his big hand, hugged it directly, and no longer distributed it. Those spiritual rice naturally fell into his private pocket and was greedily inked.
In this regard, the miscellaneous servants dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and there was nothing they could do. Mo said that if he went over Deacon Luo to complain, he was afraid that if he showed some indignation, he would be fired by the other party and lose his job.
The sound of discussion stopped abruptly, and I saw that Deacon Luo's chubby body had appeared outside the cafeteria. With his hands behind his back, his gaze swept majestically.
"Hey, what does Liang Qiufeng want to do?"
"Alas, this stunned boy is going to have trouble. ”
I saw Liang Qiufeng walking up to Deacon Luo, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Deacon Luo, I heard that we will not have any spiritual rice from now on, this is your instruction......"
"Huh?"
Deacon Luo's face was blank, and he shouted: "Liang Qiufeng, you are so bold, when will it be your turn to ask this and that, don't you want to do it?"
spoke sharply, looking like he was going to eat Liang Qiufeng.
An inexplicable blood rushed to his face, Liang Qiufeng's fists clenched tighter, and his nails had to be pinched into his palms: Maybe if there is no three taels of spiritual rice every month, it is one less benefit for others, but for him, it is a heavy blow.
"Why, you still dare to do it to the deacon?"
Deacon Luo smiled gloomily, and his eyes flashed with a hint of gloomy light. He looks obese, but he is also a strong two-stage martial artist, and it is easy to deal with Liang Qiufeng, and he can beat this weak young man all over the ground with one hand.
Slowly letting go of his hands, Liang Qiufeng lowered his head slightly: "Don't dare to ......" After all, he is not the kind of simple-minded and stunned youth, and the conflict with a huge difference in strength is like an egg hitting a stone, which is meaningless.
"Humph!"
Snorted coldly, and began to announce: "The day after tomorrow, you all have to go to the Sword Hall to run errands and help, and give the deacon elves a point, if you make a mistake, don't blame me for being polite." ”
With that, he strode away.
In fact, Deacon Luo was very unhappy that Liang Qiufeng dared to question in public. However, at the time of the current employment, it is not good to attack all at once, and as for the end of the Sword Hall, the liquidation will naturally be liquidated.
"Hey, even a small handyman dares to question the deacon's practices, I don't know whether I live or die, and see how I clean you up in the future. ”
The thought flashed, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Liang Qiufeng, you stabbed the hornet's nest. Deacon Luo is not simple, his nephew Luo Gang is an inner disciple of the Sword Mansion, and I heard that he is likely to become a true disciple. ”
Hearing the name "Luo Gang", all the miscellaneous servants were worried, and they still had some hearts towards Liang Qiufeng, and immediately saw the wind and rudder:
"Yes, why don't you hurry up and apologize to Deacon Luo, maybe there is still room for ......"
"Liang Qiufeng, I didn't say you, you are too reckless, who is Deacon Luo, and where can you afford to offend?"
"But no, don't get us scolded and angry......"
"That's right, Liang Qiufeng, we've been miserable by you now. ”
There's an old saying, "A gun shoots a bird". Deacon Luo deceived his superiors and subordinates and coveted the benefits that belonged to the miscellaneous servants, but when Liang Qiufeng asked something that others did not dare to ask, he put himself in a situation of isolation. Out of the position of self-preservation, the others not only did not dare to blame Deacon Luo, but instead blamed Liang Qiufeng.
People are sophisticated and unpredictable!
Liang Qiufeng bit his lip and said nothing: many faces have long been commonplace, but he will never be submissive and be the noodle man who can be pinched by others.
In life, if there are things to fight for, we must fight for them based on reason. Otherwise, you will be cowardly, your heart will be like mud, and you will only be trampled under your feet for the rest of your life, and you will never be able to turn over.
And a group of miscellaneous servants decided that Liang Qiufeng had offended the narrow-minded Deacon Luo, and it was inevitable to settle accounts after the autumn. In order to clear up the relationship, they avoided him one after another, and they didn't even dare to say anything more to him. Among them, there is no shortage of schadenfreude, just waiting to see a good show.
Invisibly, Liang Qiufeng became more lonely and silent.
Time is like an arrow, and soon it will be the big day of the sword hall.