Liu Yitian sent hot dumplings, and the rest of the people were busy distributing food.

Many people in Wangjiatun were overjoyed, but only the stone steward in charge of the treasury was worried.

This year's winter in the north is extremely cold, Qiyuan City is extremely cold, and only Wangjiatun is a little warmer.

A few days later, a news circulated in Qiyuan City that dozens of gangs led by the Shengong faction in Wangjiatun joined forces to open a porridge shop to help the old, weak, sick and disabled and help the people survive the cold winter.

The day after the porridge shop opened, some rumors surfaced in Qiyuan City.

There is sand in the porridge of the Divine Bow Sect, which is not dry and clean, and it is not delicious.

The Shengong faction took refuge in the cult, and the porridge was poisonous, and it had already poisoned people.

Someone secretly went to burn the granary of the Shengong faction and was killed and hung outside the Tuen Gate of the Wang family.

Some big grain merchants said that they were not allowed to send grain to the Shengong Bureau.

Many sects such as the Divine Sword Sect and the Bloody Clothes Sect announced that the Divine Bow Sect was domineering, and its disciples were not allowed to associate with the Divine Bow Sect.

The people of Qiming Academy heard the rumors and secretly investigated, and finally verified that the Shengong Sect was innocent and that it was purely a righteous act to help the people. Subsequently, Kai Ming College followed the example of the Shengong Sect and provided regular and quantitative relief to the victims every day.

Then, the Castle Peak Gang expressed its response to the call of Kai Ming College to provide relief to the victims.

Qiyuan City, which sells paper money, suddenly became idle.

The twenty-third day of the lunar month, the year of the year.

In the large storehouse of the Qingshan Gang, two hundred people sat neatly, each carrying a longbow.

These people took off the cyan headscarves of the Qingshan Gang and replaced them with red turbans.

The red turban is embroidered with the word 'bow'.

The three disciples of the Divine Bow Sect were on the hill, sitting in front of the two hundred people, dressed in the same attire.

In the Wangjiatun Shengong Sect, everyone is busy with the New Year's dinner, and it is in full swing.

Disciples under the age of fourteen are together, and disciples over the age of fourteen gather in another place.

It was obviously a jubilant young year, but Liu Yitian, Xu Fang, Wang Shoude, Zheng Gaojue and others were dressed in energetic clothes, occasionally smiling, and most of them looked solemn.

A horse-drawn carriage stopped at the Baiqiao of the Xiaonan River south of Wangjiatun.

In the carriage, Li Qingxian, Gai Fengyou and Zhou Hate sat quietly.

Gai Feng said: "The situation in the county is not right. ”

"You see that, too?"

Gai Fengyou nodded and said: "The situation of the major forces is complicated and becoming more and more intense. However, there is still a gap from the collapse of the national fortunes of a county you said. ”

"Inside and outside the city, one after another died, and after the last person died, where is the national fortune left."

"But I can't see it yet."

"When you can see it, it's too late."

"I don't believe that Mr. Big dares to steal a county's national fortunes, he is not so crazy. Once you do it, you will inevitably be hunted down by the imperial court. ”

"Did the imperial court investigate the three hundred and thirty-six dead demon lands, or did it thoroughly investigate the evil sect of the Demon Gate, or did it investigate the good officials who looked at the thousands of graves and were indifferent? The heavy snow closed the door, there were frozen bones on the road, and people's lives were at stake, what did the local county order say and do? ”

After being silent for a long time, Gai Fengyou said: "You are still young, just get used to it." ”

"The human race can get out of ignorance, step by step to the present, stand at the peak, and confront the demon race, not by habit, by generations of young people, not by habit."

"You are the envoy of the two prefectures patrolling the city, these things, you are only suitable for reminding, advising and reporting, and it does not involve monks and demon clans, so it is inconvenient for you to come forward directly." Cover the wind walkway.

"You're right, we night guards can only manage monks."

"It's good to understand. When I was sixteen years old, when I saw the head master being slapped in the face by the young disciples of the Heavenly Mandate Sect, I knew that there were some things that we couldn't do. Gai Fengyou's tone was extraordinarily calm.

Li Qingxian looked out the window, took out an invitation, and said, "I heard that the county order Wen Siyan is the third birthday of the Lunar New Year, and he will leave the county on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year." ”

"He's very good at timing and leaving early. There are never as many people who freeze to death in winter as there are in spring who starve to death, but everyone only remembers the cold of winter. "Cover the wind and travel the road.

"Yes, those who survive can't remember the deaths of others, only their own coldness."

After a moment of silence, Gai Feng said: "You can choose three games with him?" ”

"I've chosen."

"It's good if you know it in your heart, but if you can't do it, make a tie and then make plans. The fake temple gate is extraordinary, and the person who gave it to you is really good to you. ”

"I only know that the function of the fake temple gate is that it can temporarily disguise itself as a strong person."

"The Upper Realm Immortals are also strong."

"I see."

Gai Fengyou suddenly took out the communication talisman disk, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Mr. Big and I, guess what he said?" ”

Li Qingxian shook his head.

"He said that I would be paid whatever I wanted, but when I was asked to do the insurance, I would help him."

"What's going on with you?"

"I said the old customer, I will take proper care, but I can't take things, otherwise the oath will be broken."

"How do you do that?"

"I don't want to be killed by Zhao Shoufu thousands of miles away with a piece of holy words."

"Do you all think that Zhao Yishan is already superb?"

"We all think that even if Zhao Shoufu is a product, he is capable of surpassing it."

"Heh, his life is a little scary, sixteen bachelors, open and open."

"Yes, no sorcerer dares to be disrespectful after seeing Zhao Shoufu's life. When I watched it, I had nightmares for three days. ”

"What do you think of Zhao Yishan?"

"As holy as an immortal."

"Tell me the story of Zhao Yishan." Li Qing said leisurely.

Gai Fengyou thought for a while and said: "Zhao Shoufu's most famous story is that he will take the exam every ten years, and he must be at the top of the exam. However, for me, the most interesting thing about him, which few people pay attention to, is also the origin of his study's 'accumulation of a house'. ”

"Oh, what's that?"

"When Zhao Shoufu was lecturing at Yuelu Academy, he once told the story of his youth and named that story 'Studying in Agriculture'."

He said that when he was a teenager, his family was in the middle of the road, and he wanted to study and forge ahead, but he had no way to do it, and he was left far away by the students of the same private school.

One day, he walked in the field with a sad face and met Uncle Zhang from the same village, which was his name back then, and we didn't know the name. This Uncle Zhang is the best farmer in the village, whether it is growing crops, growing vegetables or raising pigs and chickens, he is the best in the village, and no one can compare to him. At that time, Zhao Shoufu was still a child, and his mind was full of all kinds of inferior products, but he was high in reading. So on weekdays, I just chatted with Uncle Zhang for a few words. ”

"That day, he was really distressed, he was tired of walking, so he took a cool break under the tree on the edge of Uncle Zhang's field, and Uncle Zhang was also busy, sweating profusely, drank the water in the bamboo tube under the tree, and handed it to Zhao Shoufu."

Zhao Shoufu, who was in the same shade, took the bamboo tube, drank it, and then chatted with Uncle Zhang.

"Maybe Zhao Shoufu was sick and rushed to the doctor, or he was determined to study, or he believed in the sage's sentence 'There must be my teacher in a threesome', chatting and chatting, I asked Uncle Zhang why the harvest of the land he planted was higher than that of others."

"Guess what Uncle Zhang answered?"

Li Qingxian said: "I haven't heard of this story. ”

(End of chapter)