Chuyang Baozhong County. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info [Burning ^ Wen ^ Book Library] []. [774] [buy]. August and autumn are high, the sky is clear and cloudy, it is a pleasant season, but above the palace of the state capital, the atmosphere is not stable. A beautiful boy was sitting on the couch on the side, wiping his tears with his hands, while the stabbing Shi Zhen Tong was angry. Because he categorically didn't expect that his favorite youngest son was defeated in a battle, and finally gave up the county of Xianxian to Rong Qing.

"Heng'er, you are also a person who reads poetry and books, how can you be so reckless, not only hand over the county town to Rong Qing, but also bear such a crime? How does this make the people of Jiangdong view our Zhen family in the future? In front of the two classes of civil and military, Zhen Tong did not show mercy to this beloved son for the first time, and reprimanded him loudly. And Zhen Heng cried even more, arched his hand towards Zhen Tong, and played his own reason.

"The people of the city and county are suffering when they are sick, and the children can't bear to see the people suffering, so they hand over the county to Rongqing to take charge. The sage has a cloud: 'The king is light, the community is secondary, and the people are important', and the sons have been taught by the sages since childhood, and would rather exchange one for the food and clothing of the people of a county in Xianxian. Moreover, Rong Qing also said that borrowing the city to garrison the army is also for the people of Jiangdong, and after the catastrophe, the county will return it as scheduled! The son now knows that he will not escape the blame, and he also asks his father to deal with the son according to the law, although the son has no regrets in death! ……”

Zhen Tao patted her forehead with her hand, knowing that her precious son had been favored since he was a child, and he was stupid to read. "You! Although he can't be called a hero, he can guess who Rong Qing is. She flooded the three cities by the embankment of the Horidong River, burned 100,000 stones of grain and grass, and killed 80,000 soldiers in the two states, without blinking her eyes, such a son of a tiger and wolf, do you still expect her to be a good person? Can she spit it out again when she eats this piece of fatty meat in her mouth? Hum! ”

"This ......" Zhen Heng was stunned for a moment, "Erchen sees that Rong is young and beautiful, innocent, not like what his father said?" ”

"Enough, you step back for me and think about it for a year!" Zhen Tong drank away his precious son, and his eyes lit up green for a while. At this time, a minister said: "Lord, this time the army was defeated and lost the city, the prince is not guilty, I heard that Feng Yuan abandoned the city and lost the festival, and went to Chuyang." When Zhen Tong heard this, he was taken aback, "What? Ah Su? Ah Su defected? ”

"Exactly."

"Niang Xipi!" Zhen Tong stood up suddenly, slapped the table, and his three-inch beard trembled slightly. "Feng Wencan (referring to Feng Yuan) should be killed! Feng Wencan should be killed a hundred times! Benshi treats him well, how dare he do this? Send an envoy with me to Chuyang, escort back Feng Yuan, and take the Zhengzhou canon! At this time, another minister said: "My lord, the top priority at this time is not to escort Feng Yuan, but to send troops to recapture Xian!" ”

"This ......" Zhen Tong sat down and wanted to send troops immediately, but the new defeat in the battle just now made him a little undecided. Zhen Tong is not a belligerent prince, he just wants to hold his own one-third of an acre, although the foundation is much bigger than Rong Qing, but in the face of Rong Qing, a bandit, he has a feeling that he dare not speak. "Fenxian is now in the midst of a famine, even if he takes it, what will he do for disaster relief? It's better to let Rong Qing carry this black pot first, and ...... in the future."

"What the lord said is very true!" The previous minister also gave up his hand, "Although Rongqing has this city now, it will inevitably be difficult to calm down." When the winter is over this year, the county will inevitably be full of corpses, disasters will be everywhere, and the county and township will be in turmoil! At that time, the lord raised a strong army again, and it was easy to recover the salty; Besides, at that time, wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone, and then appease the government and the people, and behead Rongqing to calm the people's hearts? ”

These words went straight to Zhen Tong's heart, and immediately made him nod frequently.

"Aiqing's words are very much in line with my wishes. Now, let's sit on the mountain and watch the fire, and see how Narong ends! ”

Double Ninth Festival, the festival is coming. The county is still busy every day, but compared to a few months ago, it has regained a lot of vitality. In the counties and townships, the people live in peace again, and the farmland outside the city dances with the wind and waves, appearing vibrant. Compared with previous years, Dongpingling can be regarded as smooth and healthy.

In the four newly established counties, many new houses have replaced barracks, so that the gradually cold weather has no chance to wreak havoc. In the same large area of farmland, the golden ears of rice make anyone feel at ease when they see it, especially in Dongping County, the terraced fields outside Ji County are simply a scenery in Jiangdong. If there is a king, there will be a minister, and if there is a minister, there will be a people. Although the county has expanded to four cities, everyone is united to build a homeland.

In the county town of Xianxian, Rong Qing is hoeing and fertilizing in the Void Illusion. Cooking a few dumps of fields is not the same as planting a few acres of fields, especially when she is planting holy rice, she must practice with exercises, and she can't slack off day and night, which can be described as hard work. Originally, according to Rong Qing's plan, she was to slowly try planting for a few years, step by step, but the famine in Xianxian forced her to squeeze out her maximum potential and cultivate holy rice.

A few liters of seeds have been planted into several pours of fertile land. Rong Qing only hopes to harvest more rice seeds this year to stabilize the needs of the military and civilians stationed in the city.

"Lord, you've been busy all day!" Kang Yun and the others came to the side of the illusion stack room, looking at Rong Qing who was washing his face, they were really a little distressed, but unfortunately they couldn't help much. Rong Qing said with a smile: "Since my debut, I have never squeezed my potential so much, and the holy rice of more than two fields has really been planted." Of course, hard work is also rewarded, my cultivation has reached the peak of the four turns, such cultivation results, I am afraid that it is rare from ancient times! ”

The realm of the demi-saint has been cultivated to the peak of the fourth turn, which means that the external practice Daji Divine King Sutra has been cultivated to the level of the eighth turn. As long as this set of exercises is complete, Rong Qing will be able to truly grow holy rice and establish an indestructible foundation.

After changing his clothes and leaving the illusion, Rong Qing came to the wing room from the backyard again. Because of this practice of the Daji Divine King Sutra, Rong Qing's potential was finally fully explored: in three months, he had just broken through the fourth turn and practiced to the peak level of the fourth turn, which has to be said to be a miracle. You must know that it will take seven or eight years for an ordinary martial saint to break through the second turn, and it will take two or three years for a genius in the troubled times, or three or five years at most.

And Rong Qing's progress is nearly ten times faster than that of geniuses! This is also the wonder of external exercises such as the Daji God King Sutra. Of course, Rong Qing absorbed the power of Hu Crack's essence to comprehend the state of mind, which was also an important part, but even so, she did not break through from the fourth turn to the fifth turn realm. However, Rong Qing was quite satisfied with the results of her cultivation, she knew that if this harvest survived the famine, her state of mind would be consummated, and a breakthrough was inevitable.

"My lord, there may be a month before the harvest, but there is not much food left." Kang Yun sat beside Rong Qing and said with some embarrassment. Although in the past three months, everyone can not be said to have cut back on food and clothing, but the surplus grain, even the miscellaneous grains, is only 150,000 stones. For the resettlement of 200,000 victims, in addition to other manpower and materials, grain and rice alone are also somewhat scarce. Rong Qing can't be poor, so now, he has finally revealed a deficit.

"Really...... Can't squeeze out a little more? Rong Qing glanced at Kang Yun. Kang Yun sighed and didn't say anything more. It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, even if he is a farmer, it is impossible to conjure food out of thin air. At this time, a small official knelt at the door of the wing room and said, "Lord, Lord Yu, they came to the gate of the palace and said that there is something important to play the lord." When Rong Qing heard this, he immediately frowned slightly.

"It's all at this juncture, what are they going to do?"

Since they were rude last time, Rong Qing has not condemned the crime, and they have been in peace for a month, and they have not given her any more bad things. But in the current situation, Rong Qing is very likely to be unable to stay in Xianxian, if so, she doesn't mind killing these clans, and then returning to Dongpingling to be the king of the mountain. Thinking of this, Rong Qing's eyes showed a bit of murderous intent, and said, "What are you afraid of, go out and have a look!" ”

With the palace and Yinyu, as well as Kang Yun and other cronies, Rong Qing strode out of the palace, and when he raised his eyes, he saw dozens of civil and military officials led by Yu Song and Zhang Xingzhi standing there in unison. Rong Qing stood on the stone steps and stopped, and Yu Song stepped forward and bowed, "See the lord." Rong Qing smacked his lips and said: "In this disaster relief, the palace embezzled tens of thousands of official grains from Xianxian, are you looking for Rong Qing to collect debts?" ”

Yu Song and Zhang Xingzhi glanced at each other, but Zhang Xingzhi stepped forward, took out a booklet from his sleeve, and said, "Actually...... When the ministers saw the hardships of their lords, they were uneasy. The minister has smuggled 1,000 stone of grain and rice from An Yu's hometown and dedicated it to the lord. Yu Song also arched his hand and said: "The minister also transported 800 stones of grain and rice from his hometown in Baozhong, but it was just ...... It's not refined grain, it's just brown rice......" Rong Qing's mouth opened wide for a while, and Xinggong hurriedly took the account book and presented it to Rong Qing's hand.