With the promulgation of the Tuntian Order, all the ownerless fields were used for military purposes, used for those soldiers to cultivate, and at the same time, the wasteland was reclaimed on a large scale, and the corresponding prices of agricultural tools and seeds rose on a large scale, but due to the prestige of the Zhijun, the price was always maintained in a rational range. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In stark contrast to the booming business of the Wang family, the Baiyun Taoist Temple encountered a crisis.

On this day, the errand who surveyed the field deed went to the Baiyun Taoist Temple and asked the zodiac chief to take out the title deed of the acre of wasteland in the back mountain, otherwise it would be owned by the Zaoyang army.

That acre of wasteland has been reclaimed for some years, but the Baiyun Taoist Temple has not liked how to take care of it, and all of them have not gone to the government to go through the formalities.

Zhao Zheng was also helpless, if the master had made up his mind a few days ago and spent some money to dredge up the dots, he was afraid that it would be done in less than a day, just an acre of wasteland, and the yamen scribes would not be embarrassed.

The administrative organs below the state and county are divided into six rooms according to the six parts of the court, and the survey of the fields is naturally carried out by the households, and the little official headed by Zhao Zheng has met with the zodiac chief in the yamen before.

The little official's attitude was arrogant, probably because he was angry and angry at the failure to ask the zodiac chief for bribes last time, although the zodiac chief was straightforward but not stupid, he knew the purpose of the little official, but in his heart, this acre of wasteland was not worth the money.

Zhao Zheng knew what he was thinking when he saw the master's expression, this mu of wasteland was indeed not worth the money, but the few crops planted in it were things that could change this era. So even if it arouses other people's suspicion and jealousy, Zhao Zheng must keep it.

A few days ago, Zhao Zheng received the same money from Wang Sanjie, so when the master was not paying attention, he secretly said a few words in the ear of the little official, and the little official's eyes lit up after hearing this, and the greed in his eyes could not be concealed at all.

Zhao Zheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the crisis in front of him had passed temporarily, and Zhao Zheng didn't care too much about the little official's not bad and kind eyes, and at the moment, Wang Yuan should be suspicious of the master, and it shouldn't be too much of a problem for him to come forward to solve this matter.

The resources in Zhao Zheng's hands seemed to be a huge spell, and Cui moved Zhao Zheng's actions day and night.

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"Dao Chief, what other instructions does Huang Xian Chang have?"

When Wang Yuanwai came to Baiyuan Taoist Temple again, his attitude became even more pious. almost hunched over to talk to Zhao Zheng.

"This time, there is a member of the king of Lao! This is what the master got by chance when he was refining the elixir, called the military food pill, which can be used to quench the thirst and hunger of the army, and can be kept for half a month. You can take this thing and offer it to Shi Zhijun, I believe that the military food pills in this army will be supplied by your Wang family in the future. ”

Zhao Zheng wrote a recipe for the production of military food pills to Wang Yuanwai, this military food pill tastes good, can be stored for a long time, and is easy to carry. Although it is more cumbersome to make, it can be used by scouts. This thing was originally something that Japanese ninjas carried with them when they went on missions, and the recipe was scientifically processed and sorted out by later generations, making it easier to preserve.

Wang Yuanwai cautiously took the list, lest this one suddenly turn into a fairy aura and fly away: "Xie Xian Changci." ”

"If Shi Zhijun asks about the origin of this thing, you will say that it was given by a local immortal who has attained enlightenment, and you must not say my master's name."

Wang Yuanwai naturally agreed without words, and donated five times of incense money before leaving.

Looking at the back of Wang Yuan's departing spirit, Zhao Zheng sighed in his heart, hoping to attract Shi Songzhi's attention. If you want to get Shi Songzhi's attention, you naturally can't go to the stabbing to run, the shelf of the master has to be held, and the thatched house must be there three times. Besides, Shi Songzhi is the top scholar of this era, and he will not be so convinced of ghosts and gods, but if he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods at all, it doesn't exist.

In this era, a complete atheist can only be a heretic and a madman, even the wise and martial Qin Emperor Han Wu, the Tang Dynasty and Song Zu of this generation all believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, but the Chinese people are pragmatic, and the same is true for the gods. But there is no temple Taoist temple that lasts for thousands of years, probably burns a lot of incense, but this immortal does not show spirits, so I believe it, and the incense is not prosperous, and it is inevitable that it will be dilapidated.

So in this day and age, it is very difficult to find a completely atheistic person, and the sympathy between heaven and man, ghosts and gods occupy a large part of their worldview. But most of those charlatans and scammers can't escape the eyes of the scholars and doctors of this era, they are pedantic, the IQ is first-class, and they are eager to say the ghosts and gods around them, in short, their way of thinking for those monks is "I believe in ghosts and gods, but I don't believe that you are ghosts." ”

But Zhao Zheng is not afraid of being debunked at all, because for this era, the Southern Song Dynasty in the 13th century, he is a ghost and god. So he dared to wait for Shi Song to take the bait.

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A month later, the stone road outside the Baiyun Dao Temple has been repaired, and in the past, when it rained, the road was muddy, but now there is no such trouble.

The wall outside the Taoist temple has also been repaired, the doors and windows have been replaced, and the clay statues of Sanqing in the main hall have also been painted with a layer of paint, which makes people look brand new, and the rotten atmosphere of the entire Baiyun Taoist Temple in the past has become vibrant now.

Da Lang and Erlang have become a lot more lively about the changes in the Taoist temple, and they are jumping up and down every day to discuss where they have been replaced by the great good man Wang Yuan, and what kind of dishes the chef has made today.

Especially Erlang, the words began to become more, and the melancholy temperament in the past became the current stubbornness, and both Dalang and Master said that Erlang was not as obedient as before. Zhao Zheng smiled heartily, this is the character of Erlang at this age.

Huang Daochang because of his own medical skills, gradually gained some reputation outside Zaoyang City, with this medical skills, even if he does not become a Taoist priest in the future, he can survive in a famine year, it is out of this idea that the master let Da Lang learn medical skills from him, and follow him to the doctor every day with a medicine box on his back.

It's just that the life of the Taoist temple has become better, and after there is no pressure to survive for the time being, Zhao Zheng can't help but think of some people and things in his previous life, and he can't help but feel a little lonely.

Eight hundred years ago, the Southern Song Dynasty was not polluted, there was no deceit, and it was still 50 years before it was destroyed by the Mongol iron cavalry. It's just that every night when he secretly flips through the books of the afterlife in his bed, he forcibly pulls his soul and thoughts back to the modern era, so that he has to spend a period of time when he wakes up every day to confirm and travel through.

And he was a little lonely, and there were things that no one could tell, and he couldn't tell.

The feeling is really contradictory and painful.

"San Lang, you are so sleepy, you get up so late every day, it's three poles a day, Master and eldest brother have already gone to Jiming Village for medical treatment! Come and help me dry my clothes. ”

Erlang was a little angry and held a wooden barrel and glared at Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng smiled, last night he copied books in the quilt until late, and he didn't get up until three o'clock in the morning every day: "Second brother don't be angry, I remembered a story last night." ”

"Humph! You bribed me with those stories again, and I didn't listen to them, you're so lazy! ”

"Oh, well!"

After a while......

"Well, what's the story? Don't fool me with the story of the last time there was a mountain or something. ”

"This is a story of mortal cultivators."

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The time has entered the end of June, and the tuntian fields in Zaoyang are in full swing, and a large number of barren mountain land has been reclaimed. And the Wang family in the west of Zaoyang City has been proud of the spring breeze recently, and they have been summoned twice by Shi Zhijun.

On this day, Da Lang and the master went down the mountain to seek medical treatment, Erlang and Zhao Zheng took care of the acre of land in the back mountain at home, and after hoeing in the morning, Zhao Zheng used the excuse to go back to the room to practice calligraphy, locked the door, and did not let Erlang come in to make trouble.

Zhao Zheng took out his mobile phone and used his own self-made quill pen to copy the science and technology books on it, there was a large box in the room, which was naturally bought by the king, and he had not paid for it, and it was full of some books copied by himself.

"History of the Song Dynasty" was about to be transcribed, but a shout from Wang Yuanwai came from outside the door: "Huang Xianchang!" Yellow Immortal Grows! ”

Zhao Zheng put the history of the Song Dynasty he was transcribing and his mobile phone into the locked box, and then went out to greet him.

Erlang outside the door had already told Master Wang Yuanwai to go down the mountain for medical treatment, saying that as soon as he saw Zhao Zheng, he shouted: "Little Immortal Chief, dare to ask Huang Xian Chang where he went?" ”

Zhao Zheng looked at Wang Yuanwai sweating profusely, and asked puzzledly: "What is there anything outside Wang Yuanwai that the steward can come to inform, why do you want to come in person?" ”

"Shi Zhijun is here!"

Zhao Zheng was stunned for a moment: "Shi Songzhi? ”

(I'm sorry, but some of the clerical errors, such as the title of adult, are actually the name given to the chief by the literati who had lost their integrity in the mid-to-late Qing Dynasty.) The Song Dynasty was referred to as a dispatch or an official position. ）