Great Yong Dynasty, the fifteenth year of Yongping, summer.

There is a great drought in Anxi Prefecture, Nanlang Province, with thousands of miles of red land, and rivers and lakes bottoming out. It is the best seedling period for autumn rice, and there will be no rain in ten days, and there will be no harvest in Anxi Prefecture.

The prefect of An Xi was so anxious that he couldn't sleep well, and the corners of his mouth foamed.

Burning incense and bathing for five days, the prefect of Anxi made a sacrifice for rain, prepared three livestock and five animals, led the officials of the government, reverently climbed the five-color earth altar, knelt on the ground, and begged for rain to the heavens.

No rain!

The prefect of Anxi prepared a generous gift and personally came to the door to sincerely invite Zhang Dong, a famous Confucian in Anxi Prefecture, to make a sacrifice for rain, and once again boarded the five-color earth altar to ask for rain.

No rain!

The next day, the prefect of Anxi took a carriage to Yiyang City, the capital of Nanlang Province, day and night, prepared a heavy gift, and asked Liu Li, the great Confucian of Nanlang Road, to make a sacrifice for rain, and repeatedly climbed the five-color earth altar to ask for rain to the sky.

No rain!

After three failed to ask for rain, Anxi Prefecture boiled up and down, accusing the Anxi prefect of being unethical.

The prefect of Anxi became ill with grief and fell ill that night.

The next day, the prefect of Anxi forcibly helped the sick to inspect the disaster.

It was getting late, and on the way back to the house of An Xi's prefect, the car driver was suddenly stopped by a masked man in black.

I saw the masked man in black say loudly: "Your Excellency must be worried if you can't ask for rain, right?" My master couldn't bear to be burdened by the people of Xizhou, so he had a hidden heart, and casually made a prayer for rain, and you could take it to ask for rain. ”

With that, the masked man in black took out a roll of paper.

The prefect of An Xi was overjoyed, hurriedly got out of the car, rushed up quickly to take the sacrifice, and immediately started watching.

I saw a large seal written on the paper and sprinkled with a prayer for rain.

However, he couldn't read it, because this prayer for rain was written in a large seal.

The big seal is only understood by university scholars. Although he is a prefect, he is only a jinshi, and he only knows the small seal, how can he know the big seal. The Great Seal can only be learned by a bachelor who is one level higher than the Jinshi.

Moreover, the number of words in this prayer for rain sacrifice is more than 200 words, if it is not written by a scholar with a title, at least it is written by a scholar with a high degree of learning.

The prefect of Anxi was ecstatic and excited, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to the masked man in black and bowed: "Wang Hong, on behalf of more than two million people in Anxi Prefecture, thank you for your master's gift. ”

The masked man in black nodded slightly.

The prefect of An Xi stood up and asked respectfully, "I don't know which Hongru your master is?" ”

"My master is indifferent to fame and fortune, so you don't have to ask. Leave! ”

After the masked man in black finished speaking, he walked away quickly, and disappeared into the night after a while.

Seeing the masked man in black leave, Prefect An Xi was extremely excited, trembling with excitement, but his hands were carefully holding the prayer for rain.

Worried that the bump of the carriage would ruin the rain prayer text, An Xi prefect walked back to the palace on foot, and then used a gold-painted mahogany box to store the rain prayer text, and then ordered fifty officers and soldiers to guard it without moving.

The next morning, after the prefect of Anxi finished bathing and burning incense, he prepared three livestock and five animals for the fourth time, and led the officials of the government to personally hold the rain sacrifice text and board the five-color earth altar.

After the three bows and nine knocks, the sacrificial text on the offering table immediately ignited spontaneously without fire, and a golden light flashed into the sky.

Moments later, the wind was blowing, the clouds were thick, and thunder and lightning were echoing.

In less than a pillar of incense, it rained heavily in Anxi Prefecture, and the drought was lifted.

The prefect of Anxi couldn't help but be very grateful to the Hongru who gave the sacrificial text, and admired it very much.

However, it was said that the masked man in black went to a hidden place and revealed his true face, a middle-aged man dressed as a house slave.

The middle-aged man took advantage of the night to walk around the city for half a circle, and finally entered a brightly lit inn with guests coming and going.

Yuelai Inn, in a spacious guest room, a young man in brocade clothes is reading a book under the lamp, and a twenty-eight-year-old pretty girl is waiting next to him.

The young man in brocade clothes is handsome, elegant in temperament, white in skin, slender and white in fingers, and at a glance, he knows that the young man has been in fine clothes and jade since he was a child, and he is the noble son of a big family.

The pretty girl is also really cute, her skin is greasy and white, her palm-sized face has delicate facial features, a pair of beautiful eyes and watery eyes, reflecting the water light under the lamp, her lips are a little red, her body is just growing, her body is tall and thin, her shoulders are like shaving, and her breasts are bulging.

Ji Ning finally thought that the oil lamp was too dim, and his eyes hurt when he saw it, so he stopped reading.

The pretty girl Yuling immediately brought the water temperature to the right temperature and used good tea: "Young master, drink a cup of tea to moisten your mouth." ”

Ji Ning replied with an "um", took the teacup, and while sipping carefully, he couldn't help but think: "Although it is inconvenient to have no electric light, there is a beautiful girl ring waiting for him, and the ancient son is still living comfortably." ”

At this time, Yu Ling had already gently wrapped around Ji Ning's back, and a pair of onion white hands were gently placed on Ji Ning's shoulders, and he kneaded them skillfully.

The girl's fragrance came from behind, and it smelled better than this tea fragrance for a while. Also, the two little hands that were kneading on the shoulders were as soft as boneless. The most important thing is that the back is occasionally pressed against the soft and warm girl's body, and I feel two strange softness.

It's not that Yu Ling deliberately seduces, but that Yu Ling has been serving his life, changing clothes and bathing, and there are not many men and women to guard against.

"Enjoy—" Ji Ning sighed from the bottom of his heart.

He tasted tea unhurriedly, this otherworldly life similar to ancient China has a slower pace of life, he likes it very much, he can enjoy life slowly, and he doesn't have to be busy like a dog before crossing over.

Before the tea was finished, suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Yu Ling immediately stopped pinching his shoulders and walked to open the door in small steps.

The door opened, and the middle-aged slave just now walked in and said respectfully to Ji Ning: "Young Master, I have already delivered the sacrificial text to Lord Wang by hand." ”

"Hmm. Good work, Uncle An. Ji Ning nodded.

After He An said yes, he stepped aside.

At this time, Yu Ling was young and couldn't help asking, "Young Master, can you really ask for rain in the rain sacrifice you wrote?" ”

"Hehe, I don't know." Ji Ning didn't mind Yu Ling's question.

In fact, before he crossed over, the original owner of a body was a fool who ate and waited for death. Although he has a Xiucai fame, he worshiped the Confucian Temple and planted a literary species, and he can learn Xiao Seal, but the origin of this Xiucai's fame is not correct, and it is inherited from his cheap dead ghost daddy.

After a pause, he added: "That sacrificial text is a relic of my father." ”

"Ahh Yu Ling and He An couldn't help but exclaim, with anxious and regretful expressions, "Young Master, how can you ...... Alas—"

Ji Ning smiled and said unconcernedly: "It's just a sacrificial text, it can help the people of a mansion, and it can be regarded as worth the money." ”

"But the master's articles have always been worth a thousand dollars. Even if we give it to the prefect of Anxi, we will have to charge at least a few hundred taels of silver. Yu Ling and He An persuaded hard.

Ji Ning smiled and waved his hand, so that they didn't have to say much.

Yu Ling and He An had sad faces for a while, and secretly sighed.

They thought that more than a month ago, their young master finally turned back, and the days were finally hopeful, but they didn't expect that the old state would sprout again.

The prayer for rain worth thousands or even thousands of gold, said that it would be sent, and it was not known to anyone. You must know that over the years, they have spent extravagantly and have long been unable to make ends meet.

Ji Ning naturally noticed their expressions, he tasted the tea with a god, and smiled secretly in his heart: "I have memorized so many ancient texts and poems that I can't even count them myself." A mere piece of Ouyang Xiu's rain sacrifice "Sacrifice Huan Hou Wen" is nothing. Just use it for experiments. ”

It turned out that before Ji Ning crossed over from the earth, he was a master's degree in Chinese ancient writing research, and he was familiar with large and small seals, and when he crossed over, there was a Chinese ancient literature library out of thin air, which included famous articles and poems in Chinese dynasties.

The rain sacrifice text he asked He An to send was not made by Ji Ling, the cheap dead ghost father, but the rain sacrifice text "Sacrifice Huan Hou Wen" made by Ouyang Xiu, the great writer of the Song Dynasty when he was the commander of Qiande County, and he copied it down with a big seal.

In this world, although the humanistic customs are similar to those of the ancient Song Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty in China, there are no well-known literary masters such as the Eight Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, Du Fu and Li Bai, and Ercheng Zhu Xi. Of course, there are still Confucius, Mencius, Zhuangzi, and so on.

Ji Ning crossed here, and it can be said that he is like a fish in water. It's a pity that he is lazy and indifferent by nature, he never wanted to dominate the world, he just wanted to live a young master life comfortably, marry a gentle and beautiful wife, and take a few beautiful concubines like fox spirits, and then raise a few pairs of children to live a comfortable and stable life.

In addition, he did not dare to let people know that he suddenly knew the two languages of small seal and big seal, and even memorized hundreds of articles that could be praised for more than a thousand years.

In this world, the two characters of small seal and big seal can actually communicate heaven and earth and gods and ghosts, and God knows if there will be some powerful people who will accept him as a "demon".

This time, the long journey and tiring journey left Jinling to study in Anxi Prefecture, Nanlang Province, completely because of the Ji family's family rules. Clan rules require that children between the ages of 15 and 25 must travel once a year to enhance their knowledge.

He is seventeen years old and has been an adult for one year according to the laws of the Great Yong Dynasty.