"It's a dead knot. In the garden, Du Lengqiu was lying on the chaise longue, and the cold and faint aroma infected his clothes, but he couldn't send away Du Lengqiu's troubles.

An hour ago, Du Lengqiu sent Fei Jishi away, and immediately pulled Ah Cuo, and after some side knocks, he finally understood the problem faced by the Zheng family.

Now that the autumn harvest is approaching, the government stipulates that after the autumn harvest, the grain must be paid into the warehouse to prepare for the famine year. This errand has always been occupied by the Zheng family.

A hundred years ago, Zheng Jiadong scraped together and leased a fleet to take over the transportation of official grain in five states and eight prefectures along the Qinshui River. Because of the traditional rules of water transportation, the Zheng family gradually emerged, and it has been run for six generations, and it has become rich today.

But a month ago, in front of the temple at the foot of Zhongsu Mountain, there were sudden waves, no matter what kind of boat, as long as it reached the temple, it would inevitably capsize, and the surrounding villagers said that Shui Bo was angry.

The Zheng family was suddenly anxious, although three high-level sacrifices were held in a row, but the flood did not disappear and was useless.

Seeing that the autumn harvest was imminent, Zheng Qiu's father could only go to the Grain Road Governor's Mansion to discuss whether he could delay the transportation time of the official grain. If the governor agreed, whether it was to transport by land or wait for the waves to subside, the Zheng family would have the freedom to advance and retreat. But unexpectedly, the governor Yamen suddenly turned his face and beat Father Zheng on the charge of slacking the emperor's life, and almost lost his life on the spot.

As the saying goes, there's nothing new under the sun. The calculation of the governor of the grain road is like a mirror, Sima Zhao's heart, everyone knows it.

The Zheng family tree in Xingyang has deep roots, and no one dares to provoke it easily. But the Zheng family and the Xingyang family have been separated for hundreds of years, and the relationship has long been indifferent and cannot be relied on.

Originally, the Zheng family also had some connections in the officialdom, but this time those people were collectively silent. It is conceivable that someone must be in the middle of the series, so that they have a tacit understanding.

If this autumn grain transportation can't be spent safely, it is inevitable that the Zheng family will be swallowed by people with belt meat. In the officialdom, the most black-eyed people can't see the silver. The Zheng family's century-old savings are a gluttonous feast for them.

Du Lengqiu thought about it for a while, then put his worries aside and prepared to start cultivating. In the final analysis, he and the Zheng family do not have too deep entanglements. For him, the purpose of coming into this world is to find an opportunity to break through.

Before, he took Zhang Lingcui all the way east to Qingpu, and in more than 20 days, the blood spirit pill had been consumed, but he had also completed the gathering of qi and laid a good foundation for refining qi and transforming gods.

After bathing and changing clothes, after being refreshed, Du Lengqiu returned to the study and instructed Ah Cuo to stay at the door and not allow others to disturb him, before taking out the image of the god from the system package and condensing the blood god.

When you open the scroll, you can see that there is a blood-colored river flowing slowly on the snow-white silk, and the blood river is constantly changing. Although it is a flat image on a scroll, there is a vigorous and endless vitality through the silk.

Du Lengqiu crossed his knees and began to think about it. The so-called contemplation is to outline the outline of the river of blood in the sea of knowledge.

In a trance, the true qi in Du Lengqiu's meridians was quickly consumed, including the innate true qi stored in the nine divine apertures, and the blood river also became much clearer in the sea of consciousness. After the innate true qi was completely depleted, the blood qi was extracted from the blood veins and bones bit by bit, and with each point of qi and blood consumed, the blood river in the sea of consciousness became slightly clearer.

Soon, a blood-colored phantom danced in the sea of knowledge. But in just a moment, the river of blood collapsed and disappeared without a trace.

Du Lengqiu suddenly woke up from his meditation and found that his true qi was completely exhausted, and his body was very weak, as if he had been hungry for seven or eight days.

Du Lengqiu was a little afraid, this is to think about the gods in the body, which is extremely dangerous.

It needs to consume a lot of qi and blood, if it weren't for Du Lengqiu, who was already a martial arts master who practiced qi at the top, and finished practicing qi, he would turn into a dry corpse 100% with his body just by resisting hard, let alone becoming an immortal and becoming holy, he would play himself to death first.

Du Lengqiu took out a vermilion fruit and swallowed it, and after refining, his body became very good again, and it was fragrant to eat. After resting for a while, Du Lengqiu thought about the blood god again, but he still failed.

Condensed the blood god twice in a row, Du Lengqiu showed a regretful expression on his face, and sighed secretly in his heart, "It's still a little bit worse." He got up in his clothes, looked at the bright scenery outside the window, was full of trouble, and pondered silently, "What is wrong with this?"

Perhaps, going out for a walk is a good choice.

As soon as this idea came out, Du Lengqiu was immediately moved, and immediately shouted: "Ah Cuo, accompany the young master and let me go out for a walk." ”

"yes. Ah Cuo's crisp and cheerful voice just sounded outside the door, and he listened to her tangled persuasion, "But, but, the old master is injured, the young master should go to the bed to do his filial piety." ”

Du Lengqiu pushed the door and walked out, "Filial piety is not just about serving the decoction in front of the bed, be less verbose, remember to bring more silver." ”

"Where to go?"

"Whatever. ”

"Whatever the place, where is it? Young Master, Ah Cuo has never heard of it. ”

......

Du Lengqiu strode out of the gate of the Zheng Mansion, and what he saw was a picture of extreme prosperity. Shops and commercial buildings are lined up, wide-sleeved kaftans are rubbing shoulders one after another, and the atmosphere of a stock market well is blowing in the face.

In addition to the Han people who are mainly dressed in gray clothes, a small half of the streets are Miao people in traditional blue clothes. Du Lengqiu suddenly understood that the place he crossed should be south of Jiangnan.

Zhongsu County and Dongmu Mansion are in the same place, and the county government and the government are only separated by three streets. The ancients said: Three lives are unfortunate, and the county is attached to Guo. This Zhongsu County Commander is a typical misfortune of three lives, although he is a protégé of the Son of Heaven who was born in the second list of Jinshi and has red Miao Zheng, but in Fucheng, there is no sense of existence.

Du Lengqiu was swaying slowly on the street, and Ah Cuo pointed to one shop after another on the street with great interest, and said in a chattering voice: "Young master, this rouge shop belongs to the Zheng family, this silk shop belongs to the Zheng family, this restaurant is also, this pawn shop is also this ......."

Du Lengqiu just made a sound, and he didn't bother to glance at the corners of his eyes. He can't take away a penny of these things, even if he is rich and rivals the country, he is of no use.

"Hey, Mulian Tofu!" Ah Cuo suddenly exclaimed. Looking at her expression, even saliva was about to flow out. Du Lengqiu has a little research on food, after all, he has also run a food business for several years, and he is a peer. However, this Mulian tofu was the first time he had heard of it.

He gazed and saw a row of six wooden barrels on the roadside stalls, the proprietor was doing a good business, the four tables were crowded with people, and a few lazy men were squatting on the ground, eating sweetly with coarse porcelain bowls.

The so-called Mulian tofu looks crystal clear and transparent, not a soy product, Du Lengqiu was curious, and said to Ah Cuo: "Ah Cuo, this tofu looks like jelly, go buy a few bowls and taste it." ”

Ah Cuo grinned, "Young Master, what is jelly? It can be compared to Mulian tofu." Hostess, come three, no, five bowls. ”

After speaking, Ah Cuo turned his head to look at Du Lengqiu again, "Young Master, you can eat four bowls later, and I only need one bowl." ”

Du Lengqiu smiled, "Acuo, if you like it, you can eat it every day in the future." ”

Ah Cuo shook his head again and again, "Young Master, this Mulian tofu is only available after late autumn. When I was a child, my mother would pick the lotus fruit every autumn, take out the seeds, and knead them constantly, and it would take a long time to make them. Moreover, after the weather is cold, the flesh of the lotus cannot be made after it is hard. ”

The proprietress brought five bowls and put them away, interjecting on the side, "Yes, Zheng Gongzi, this Mulian tofu is not easy to make." And there are words in Chu Ci that say that the succubus is with a female dill, and this succubus is a lotus. ”

Du Lengqiu was surprised, this proprietress is five big and three coarse, she looks like she kills pigs, and she can even drag words, she really can't look good, and the sea water can't fight.

The bowl is of average quality, coarse porcelain sauce color. However, the lotus tofu contained inside is translucent and amber, shaking and trembling, which is very beautiful. Du Lengqiu dug up a piece with a wooden spoon and tasted it, there was a hint of sweetness, a little fragrance, but that's all.

After eating the food of the 21st century, I tasted this food again, and it was not as amazing as I imagined. Du Lengqiu smiled and put it down. Instead, Atso shouted and screamed, and even shouted that it was delicious. In a moment, the four bowls of tofu bottomed out, and she looked at the empty bottom of the bowl regretfully, and counted twenty yuan to pay the bill.

This delicate maid is not only a chatter, but also a rice bucket.

The two stood up and prepared to leave, when there was a loud sound of horses' hooves, and someone nearby exclaimed, too frightened. Soon, Du Lengqiu also saw the horse team.

At first glance, it feels spectacular.

About seventy or eighty beautiful maidens, dressed in costumes and fluttering skirts, rode on horseback and came in a hurry. More than ten meters away, the aroma comes to the face. In the center of the girl's circle, a tall man in brocade clothes with a silver saddle and a white horse, looking forward to his own majesty, laughed with the girls as if no one was around. Several women beside him laughed and leaned back together, and the waves were so turbulent that passers-by were stunned.

I'll go, has Ouyang Ke crossed over too?

Du Lengqiu has never seen such a swaggering guy, only the characters in the novel are comparable to one or two.

The girls walked by, followed by dozens of brave and strong guards, and then behind them were twenty blue-clothed servants, all of whom also looked arrogant. At the end of the procession, there was a carriage with a green mantle, following behind in a miserable manner, and the emperor had a dark face and waved his whip silently.

After a long time, Ah Cuo closed his chin and stammered: "Young master, this, how can this person be like this?"

Du Lengqiu laughed, "Ah Cuo, this is the correct way to open the squirrel, you have to be careful, otherwise, I will become like this one day, you don't regret it." ”

"Young Master......" Atso lengthened his voice.

The two of them were strolling along, and the people on both sides were still talking, envious, jealous and hating the brocade-clothed man. Throughout the ages, hatred of the rich has been the same, and it is not unusual.

Walking to the end of the road, there is the most prosperous cross street in Fucheng, and it is also the center of the "well" shaped layout. Du Lengqiu looked around, and suddenly saw a bucket arch cornice, and the blue brick and blue tile building was not far away. Faintly, faint smoke can be seen rising and floating in the air.

"Atso, where is it?"

Atso was touching his round belly and smirking happily. Hearing this, he glanced at Du Lengqiu strangely, "Young Master, there is the City God Temple in our Dongmu Mansion." ”

"City God Temple. Du Lengqiu muttered to himself, his heart moved, and there seemed to be an urgent desire for him to get closer quickly. It's a strange feeling for no reason.

"Let's go, let's see. ”