Zhao Huang stood on the altar, silently reciting the mantra, the spiritual light of the extreme true figure in front of him was like a wave, and the earth's veins and qi were flowing as usual, and there was no miraculous scene.

After finishing the work and leaving the altar, Zhao Xiao asked the other monks to pack up their things, and looked out to see the scene of farmers plowing in the distance, even if it was drizzling from the sky, it could not stop them.

"I remember here." Jiang Ru walked over with an oil-paper umbrella and looked around: "When you stayed in this village, it seems that you stayed with a village woman for the night."

Zhao Xiao's expression was slightly embarrassed: "The village woman was forced to come to the door by her family in the middle of the night, just to ask for a few more rations of rice, I relented for a while, and there was no other way but to leave her."

"You are a true gentleman who does not sit still, don't be so nervous." Jiang Ru covered her mouth and smiled.

"I can't afford that." Zhao Xiao sighed: "You also know that I am not really hard-hearted, but I can't see others suffering. But if she can make a living, why would that village woman let her body be sold? As for men and women...... I simply feel that it is crazy to be able to have desires in that situation. ”

Jiang Ru joked: "I'm afraid that the village woman is mediocre, which is not enough to make Marquis Zhenming tempted."

Zhao Huang glanced at Jiang Ru, he was furious for a while, and suddenly moved to choke her neck, and today he revisited his hometown, and was teased and ridiculed, even if she was allowed to get some face.

"Maybe." Zhao Huang smiled, he was not involved in the affairs of men and women, but more out of his own cultivation and the study of magic techniques.

And in Zhao Xiao's eyes, there are many things to experience in life, and the affairs of men and women are not very important. He has never understood how boring those children of the family are when they are addicted to women's sex?

"Is it Zhao Xianchang?"

At this time, several old men came, trembling and tentatively asking questions, lest they be offended at all.

"I'm Zhao Xiao, and I visited here a few years ago." Zhao Xiao led the villagers to the side of the tent to shelter from the rain and keep warm.

"I never thought that Zhao Xianchang would come again, Xiaomin was disappointed, I hope I ask for forgiveness." Several old men knelt down as they spoke.

"It doesn't have to be this way." Zhao Xiao is most annoyed by this kneeling etiquette, he stepped forward to help the old man with his own hands, he has always felt that those who are truly respectful do not need to kneel, and those who are disguised kneel are not respectful.

After getting up, the villagers hurriedly said: "We have always kept in mind the life-saving grace of Zhao Xianchang all these years, and the altar outside the village often sends people to sweep, and we dare not be negligent in the slightest."

"I'm sorry for you." Zhao Xiao said: "The grace of saving lives is not enough, and it would be great if you could live and work in peace and contentment."

The villagers were moved to tears: "Zhao Xianchang, virtuous!"

Seeing that they were about to bow down again, Zhao Xiao had to quickly hold each other's arms and change the topic with a wry smile: "I see that the seedlings in the fields outside your village are sparse, and the spring sowing is slower than in other places, is there any difficulty?"

"Let the immortal chief bother." The villagers looked restrained: "Although the snow has melted, the fields in the village are still as hard as stones, and there are not enough ploughing cattle, so the fields can only rely on people to pull iron plows and turn over the soil little by little."

Zhao Xiao nodded slightly, and suddenly thought: "Take me to see."

The villagers didn't dare to refuse, so they hurriedly took Zhao Huang to the edge of the field, and saw several men not far away pulling like slender men, and someone else in the rear was holding an iron plough to turn over the frozen and hard soil.

"I've heard that the local government can rent cattle, why don't you borrow them?" Zhao Xiao asked.

The villagers' faces were embarrassed: "The government has cultivated cattle, but in the past two years, I heard that the county has reclaimed a lot of wasteland, and the ploughing cattle have been lent to the newly arrived displaced people." Moreover, if the ploughing cattle are sick and die, they will lose money, and the small families are afraid that they will not be able to take care of them, and the government is more willing to lend the ploughing cattle to large families. They know how to serve the cattle, and some of them even raise them for the government, so everyone has to rent cattle from them. ”

Zhao Xiao's brows furrowed slightly, and he also felt that it was a little difficult to do. Along the way north, Zhao Xiao saw many powerful clans who occupied a wide range of land, and he really hated their behavior of bullying men and women and annexing land. Everywhere he went, he almost had to write to the lord of the country, proposing to limit the acres of large fields, and to check the hidden population, and to count the land equally.

However, as his experience grew, Zhao Xiao also discovered something. That is, small families seem to have a share of the land, but they may not be able to live a better life.

On the one hand, the state's levy on forced labor is levied according to household registration, and small families are scarce, and if there is a shortage of any strong man, the whole family may have to starve in that year.

Secondly, small families can not withstand natural disasters, a little wind and rain, frost, drought and flood, it is likely to be a disaster, in order to save their lives, the family land will immediately be sold to large households.

Moreover, small families can't afford to plough cow water cones, and even if they seem to be the most ordinary male cultivators and female weavers, not only how to plow and weed, prevent insects and fertilize, and plough every year according to the solar terms, but also how to cultivate and weed, insect control and fertilization, the second round of tillage, etc., can not compare with the rich accumulation of large households.

Therefore, it seems to be more fair, but the large manors are broken down into small families that cannot cope with the sudden changes in danger.

In addition, the original manor could also share water sources to irrigate crops, but after it was dismantled into small households, it was immediately due to the competition for water sources, ploughing cattle, farm tools, etc., and there were riots and quarrels, and gangs and treacherous practices became common in the villages.

In order to be able to cope with this situation, some rural villages that have implemented Jikou Juntian have almost been re-annexed, and those who have many men and dare to fight have been elected as village sages, and all their daughters in the family want to marry into their families, and the situation is not much better than before Jikou Juntian.

Zhao Xiao understands that the livelihood of the people cannot be settled just by counting the land and equalizing the land, but he can't think of how to solve it at the moment.

Looking at the farmer who stepped barefoot on the wet and cold soil, Zhao Huang thought about it, took out a few pieces of rune paper from his sleeve, wrote and painted, and then raised his hand to sacrifice, and then blew out a wisp of true qi, and the charm changed into several big scalpers with strong shoulders and backs.

Compared with the live cows, these cattle that were transformed by charms looked sluggish and wooden, their eyes were distracted, and they felt like clumsy statues, and Zhao Xiao was embarrassed to look at them.

However, the other villagers were shocked when they saw the rune paper turn into a cow, and some villagers who didn't know what to do immediately knelt down and called out to the immortals.

"Pull these oxen to plow the field." Zhao Huang buckled his fingers, a noose appeared on the shoulder and back of the ox, and he was directly led to the farmer who pulled the plow, but the other party was so frightened that he didn't dare to pick it up, or Zhao Huang took the initiative to tie the rope, held the iron plow, and whistled, and the stupid cow moved his legs and dragged the iron plow around.

"Oops! It's shallow, it's shallow! The farmer hurriedly beckoned, "Plough deeper!" Turn the dirt out! ”

In the final analysis, Zhao Xiao is still a scholar who is not diligent and does not distinguish between grains and grains, and he knows nothing about farming, even if he can turn up a ploughing ox, he does not know how to plough the field and turn the soil, and in the end he can only return it to the farmer to support the plow.

With a few big yellow oxen with amazing strength and tireless strength, the ploughing of the field immediately accelerated, and I saw that a large area of the field was turned over by the back and forth oxen plow. With such help, the villagers became more energetic and worked tirelessly.

"The monks are too far away from work." Zhao Xiao squatted on the ridge, grabbed a handful of soil, and said inexplicably.

Jiang Ru was puzzled: "Do you think that monks should also go to the ground to plow the fields?"

Zhao Xiao said: "I can't say for sure, it's just that like us people, we are supported by all the people for food and clothing, but we don't know that the people are hungry." It is also very inappropriate to use the theory of immortal dao and noble life alone. ”

Jiang Ru said: "I'm afraid that not many people agree with what you say."

"I heard that in ancient times, the masters of cultivating immortals were hidden in the wilderness, self-sufficient, raining and combing, not knowing Dili and not becoming kings." Zhao Huang said: "Such a lonely and self-controlled, no harm to others, even if there are one or two friends, they are also forgotten in the rivers and lakes, not gathered into a sect and pavilion, and acted violently."

"The ancients had a simple heart, so there is no hindrance." Jiang Ru shook his head: "But today is a world of great contention, and those who are secluded and self-guarded, but the rivers and lakes are scattered, and it is difficult to become a big tool."

"Ready, good one." Zhao Xiao sighed: "People don't want to be people, they don't want to be real people, but they prefer to make utensils." The monks of the pavilion are indeed the great and important weapons of the country, but they have also lost their authenticity. Didn't you notice? Since the creation of the pavilion system, the real immortal masters are almost still the founding fathers of each family, and among the younger generations, there are few who can be called immortal Taoism. ”

"Cheng Immortal is already endless, if it weren't for that, why would the Jiang family follow the Yongjia Liang clan to ascend?" Jiang Ru said: "The system of the pavilion has been less than a hundred years now, even in the past, a hundred years since the founding of an immortal sect, I dare not say that among the disciples of the sect there is a guarantee that they can become immortals."

"There's some truth to that." Zhao Xiao nodded.

"And becoming an immortal not only depends on personal cultivation and hard work, but also chance and luck." Jiang Ru said: "In the War of the Five Kingdoms, all the pavilions had young talents who sacrificed their lives, who would dare to say that there were no immortals in it? It's a pity that I bumped into this world, and it disappeared in a hurry before I had time to confirm it. ”

Zhao Huang also felt deeply helpless, now that the pattern of the five countries is not changed, there will always be a period of recurrence of war, and when the time comes, it will be the people who will suffer together.

"And there is a person who, in my opinion, is a person who can be expected to be an immortal." Jiang Ru said with a smile.

"Who?" Zhao Huang added: "Liang Guoshi's kind doesn't count."

"That person can cast talismans, change the six animals, be good at sending ghosts and gods, roar wind and thunder, and is especially proficient in scientific rituals and rituals, which can eliminate calamities and evils." Jiang Ru looked at Zhao Huang and said, "Such a character, can't you say that the Immortal Dao is expected?"

Zhao Xiao knew that she was talking about herself, and turned her face away with some embarrassment.

"Ouch, Marquis Zhenming is actually shy?" Jiang Ru said in surprise.

"Okay, if you praise me so much, you can't ask for candy." Zhao Xiao waved his hand, and suddenly sensed a sharp aura in the distance.

Turning his head, Luo Xixian was riding a tall horse, leading a group of officials to the outside of the village. When they saw Zhao Xiao's car, they stopped and did not step forward.

Jiang Ru's face was slightly gloomy, and she turned around and hid in the carriage directly, without saying a word. When the villagers saw Luo Xixian coming, they cautiously stepped forward to inquire, and learned that it was the county keeper who was there, so they quickly knelt down and bowed, and asked the villagers to stop their work and come to visit.

After asking a few words about farming, Luo Xixian learned about Zhao Xiaoshu's transformation of cattle, glanced at the field a few more times, and then waved his hand to let the villagers go to work.

"The mandala here is arranged, if you don't rush to the next place, what are you doing here?" Luo Xixian rode forward alone.

Zhao Xiao patted the soil in his hand: "The livelihood of the people in this village is difficult, so I will help." Isn't the county keeper allowed it? ”

Luo Xixian's tone was flat: "This official just thinks that the Marquis of Zhenming has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, and there is no need to waste time on general affairs." Otherwise, if it is delayed for a long time, the official will also be implicated in guarding the local area. ”

"I'm on my own, and I won't implicate the county keeper." Zhao Xiao responded.

"There are some things that are not up to Marquis Zhen Minghou himself." Luo Xixian's tone was not annoyed.

Zhao Xiao pointed to the field and said, "The people here are short of cattle, so I have no choice but to use some magic to help them. Unless the county keeper seconded a few ploughing oxen, the people here will starve this year if the farming time is delayed. The people of Xingluo County refuse to starve for An An, and what evil consequences will be planted in the future, the county keeper should understand. ”

Luo Xixian frowned and said, "Zhao Xiao, if you are here to find trouble, you might as well say it directly." Don't put on a high-minded posture! ”

"Clear-minded?" Zhao Xiao glanced at Luo Xixian: "Would the county guard rather lend the ploughing cattle to the big households than to these people?"

"It's really not a good family, I don't know how expensive firewood and rice are!" Luo Xixian turned over and dismounted, and retorted: "Do you think that everyone is like you, and you can conjure up a few cows at will?" I borrowed a batch of ploughing cattle from the southern counties, but the villagers killed several of them last year, and sent people to inquire about them, and the whole village, men, women, and children colluded to be sure that the government did not hold the people accountable to the law, and refused to pay for it. In this situation, who else can I lend to if I don't lend to large households? ”

"Don't be like I don't understand anything." Zhao Yan said: "These big families rent out their cattle and will send people to keep an eye on them. If you lend your cattle to large households, you can let them take their cattle to various places to plough, instead of blindly obeying the interests of the gentry. ”

"It's all a scholar's opinion!" Luo Xixian asked, "Do you know how many cattle there are in Xingluo County?" Do you know how much wasteland has been reclaimed in the past two years? There is simply not enough cattle to plough! ”

Zhao said: "Since this is the case, there is no need to reclaim too much wasteland, and it is even more important to accept the displaced people according to their ability."

"Do what you can? When the homeless people learned that Xingluo County had granted land, they immediately flocked to it! Luo Xixian sneered: "I almost forgot, it was that Wang Juncheng who wrote to the court before leaving office and allowed Xingluo County to accept the homeless. He's gone now, but I'm going to clean up the mess for him!

The legs are long on the homeless people, and they trekked through mountains and rivers to Xingluo County, and they can't stop them! Moreover, the counties in the south are eager to drive the displaced people to us, and one by one they gloat and open the way! Marquis Zhenming, you are trying to find a way for me, if you don't vigorously reclaim the wasteland, how can I settle these displaced people?

If I miss the agricultural season and have no time for spring ploughing, I have to borrow grain from the gentry and give relief to the gentry first, so that the displaced people can barely keep a way to live and not immediately cause chaos. Do you think those wealthy gentry are so willing to borrow grain? I almost didn't come to the door to rob it! What else do you want me to do?! ”