"Yan Zhian is a good person. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

The housekeeper's short comment surprised Zhao Zheng, in many cases, the evaluation of a good person is not a positive answer, especially in the troubled copper furnace of Shandong, good people are more often linked to naivety.

Zhao Zheng glanced at the housekeeper, and didn't know if he was perfunctory, so he replied lightly: "Oh? Is it? ”

Looking at the back of the housekeeper who quickly retreated, Zhao Zheng thought about the good man's evaluation just now, and couldn't help but sigh, she killed so many people, and still no one realized that there was too much blood, probably Shandong people are used to this kind of bloody scene.

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Outside Zhucheng, in a farmland, more than a dozen old farmers were sweating like rain plowing the land, their wrinkled and withered faces full of traces of happiness.

This year, their farm got the fairy seeds from the south, the harvest was guaranteed by drought and flood, and the yield was amazing.

"Uncle, sprinkling a layer of soil ash on the bottom step of the seedlings is a little better for the growth of wheat."

The two young men suddenly opened their mouths to surprise the old farmer, and from the appearance of the two, the old farmer only thought that he was the son of the boy who came to the wilderness. So I was stunned by the young man's remark that Xiao Langjun, although I didn't think so, but because of the unknown identity of the other party, I didn't say anything to scold.

"I'm afraid this little yaman doesn't understand the doorway in this field."

The young man seemed to be a little worried on his face at this moment and said: "I am a Taoist priest of the Southern Baiyun Palace, and I am studying the affairs of Sannong under the Zhenjun Sect, this soil is brown, the soil is acidic, and it needs to be neutralized by earth ash." "The young man is Zhao Zheng.

The other old farmers who were cultivating without distractions heard someone say that they were Taoist priests of Baiyun Palace, and they couldn't help but whisper and speculate while not believing it, and glanced at Zhao Zheng from time to time.

"He Jisan, you just do what this immortal chief says." Ning Weishi didn't want Zhao Zheng to delay here for too long, and was ready to clarify his identity.

The old farmer was surprised that the boy in white knew his name. It is impossible for him to have an intersection with this kind of noble son.

"How did this Yanai know the name of the little elder?"

Ning Weishi smiled kindly: "Didn't you go to my Taoist temple to offer incense a few years ago, let me bless your Erlang to go out and return safely." ”

When He Jisan heard this, a voice suddenly exploded in his head, he was fortunate to be drawn by Ning Zhenren when he went to Baiyun Temple to burn incense last year, and he personally talked about his troubles. At that time, he was completely immersed in shock and joy, and he didn't dare to look at Ning Weishi's face at all, who would have thought that he would meet this living immortal who was famous in Mizhou here today.

For a while, He Jisan didn't know how to deal with it, and was stunned.

Seeing this, Ning Weishi took the opportunity to pull Zhao Zheng away, and threw down a sentence: "This immortal chief from Baiyun Palace won't lie to you, just do what this immortal chief wants." ”

It wasn't until Ning Weishi and Zhao Zheng walked out of a distance of 100 meters that they came back to their senses.

The other old farmers were quite unhappy when they saw He Jisan stunned there: "Third brother, what are you doing there in the pestle, come and give me a hand." ”

He Jisan went over stupidly and muttered to those old farmers: "That one was Ning Zhenren just now." ”

"What!" For a while, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at He Jisan.

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"Everything, why are you in such a hurry?" Zhao Zheng asked incomprehensibly, today Zhao Zheng specially came to the official field outside the city to take a look.

Ning Weishi smiled, his expression was very innocent: "Master, there is no way to do anything, there are hundreds of farms large and small outside the city, and each farm has different problems, and they all need to rely on your sanctity." ”

Zhao Zheng knew that this was Ning Weishi's intention to explain that Mizhou was in a difficult situation and needed the strong support of Baiyun Palace, so he didn't answer immediately, Mizhou was full of ruined scenes, but there was vigorous vitality everywhere.

It's a place where things can be done.

"After I go back, the White Cloud Palace will send many people to help you, and you will also send a group of people to the White Cloud Palace to practice in half a year. It's just that this smelting and firearms must be produced in the Song Kingdom. ”

Zhao Zheng's words shocked Ning Weishi's expression, and Baiyun Palace's eyes finally began to look at Shandong, but his words revealed his distrust of them.

Baiyun Palace held Shandong's money bag and gun at the same time, what kind of chaos is going to happen in Shandong, it is difficult to enter the sky, but why did Zhao Zhenjun tell himself so bluntly. What is the meaning of this?

Ning Wei thought about it, they had already walked a long way, and it wasn't until Zhao Zheng asked him that he woke up.

Zhao Zheng had already come to the door of the farm, and the smell of the pigsty came to his nose: "Half of the pork in Zhucheng Restaurant is served here?" ”

Ning Weishi nodded: "There are more than 200 captives here, counting the days, there are about 20 heads that can be slaughtered this month." ”

"Zhucheng is still depressed, and the huge state capital, the restaurant only consumes more than 4,000 catties of pork a month, which is really pitiful."

"Most of the local residents are poor, and if they can eat meat two or three times a year, they have to be well-off, while most of the southerners who go north to do business are rich families, who don't like pork and prefer beef and mutton."

Zhao Zheng frowned, cattle were a symbol of an agrarian society in ancient times, and they were extremely important production tools, so since the Han Dynasty, it was strictly forbidden to kill cattle for food. And Shandong labor is already lacking, this cattle is even more precious.

Ning Weishi knew what Zhao Zheng was worried about, and said: "Since ancient times, the wealthy families have loved beef and mutton, and this prohibition cannot be forbidden, as long as the price is high enough, it will not be indiscriminately killed, and it does not matter." ”

The official land of Zhucheng refers to the land rented to the peasants for cultivation

In addition to the land, it also refers to government-run farms, textile factories, etc., and the government strongly intervenes in all aspects of Zhucheng. This is also not tolerated by the local wealthy families.

Zhao Zheng pinched: "Let people clean the pigsty, and be careful not to have a plague." ”

Ning Weishi bowed his head: "Don't hide it from Master, the piglets here just happened to have dysentery......

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In the cities, Chengdao received a message from the front.

Miao Miao said a few words, but Cheng Dao felt the cold that was about to come, and hurriedly asked the housekeeper: "Where is the little fairy now?" ”

"I went out to the farm on the outskirts of the city with Ning Zhenren, I don't know what the specific place is, do you want me to send someone to find him?"

Chengdao waved his hand, and the anxiety on his face was clear at a glance: "Go and prepare a horse for me, and I will find it myself." ”

The sound of horses' hooves is crisp, and Shaoding is finally no longer as calm as water for four years.

In the farm on the outskirts of the city, Ning Weishi was surrounded by people, and these peasants couldn't believe that this immortal who was usually high up would appear in this place.

At this time, a horse came running from a distance, and the people on it kept shouting: "I am Zhao Chengdao, the priest of Zhucheng, come to find Ning Zhenren, get out of the way quickly." ”

The people were shocked, this is also a well-known big man in Michigan, but compared to Ning Zhenren, who does not eat fireworks in the world, this priest is more approachable and close to the people.

Zhao Zheng had already been squeezed out of the crowd and sat on one side, watching how Ning Weishi quietly pretended to be a fairy wind bone to relieve the doubts in the people's hearts.

Ning Weishi heard the cry of enlightenment and knew that something big was happening, so he put aside the people and shouted: "Ning Weishi is here!" ”

Chengdao dismounted, ignored the eyes of the people, skipped Ning Weishi, walked straight to Zhao Zheng, bowed his head and whispered: "General Yan's father and brother voted for Mongolia and stationed in Binzhou. The Mongols may have taken the opportunity to threaten to attack Yidu Province. ”

While Cheng Dao spoke, Ning Weishi dismissed everyone, and there were suddenly only three empty people left in the huge place.

Zhao Zheng was silent for a while after listening: "Well, I know." ”

"Master!" Seeing Zhao Zheng's cold reaction, Chengdao said hurriedly.

"This matter will be dealt with by myself, this road is never easy to walk! There were some things she had to learn to endure. ”

"But you're ...... Master! ”

"Do you want to give up the land of one province and three states to Mongolia?" Zhao Zheng's words made Chengdao's chest knot, and then sat down weakly.

"After all, this matter is her own business, and she needs to make her own decisions. You and I can't do it for you. Zhao Zheng turned to look at the bright spring of March, and he didn't feel a little ridiculed here, real heroes are never allowed in the world.

After Ning Weishi figured out the cause and effect to Chengdao, he sighed quietly: "It's a pity that the human affection in this world can't withstand the struggle of interests after all. ”

"You have to believe in her, and you will never become the kind of tyrant who only cares about interests." (To be continued.) )