Yang Ji said, took out two large silver tickets from his arms and put them on the table. During this time, Yang Ji also knew the names of the two.

These two people, one is named Zhang Lu and the other is Zhou Chuan, both from Langya County.

"I think you've all seen the drawings of those farm tools in the Nongsang Ancient Cave. I have some silver tickets here, and the two adults can build these agricultural tools on a large scale according to the drawings in the future, and promote them in Langya County in an all-round way. ”

Yang Jidao.

"Lord Si Cheng, how is this possible. How can the adults pay for the affairs of Nong Sang Sicheng?"

The two shook their heads repeatedly.

"Hehe, you don't have to fight with me. Now Langya County is in ruins, and the appropriation from the imperial court is troublesome and time-consuming. You two can rest assured. After all, this is also a major event for the benefit of the country and the people. ”

"There are a lot of these silver tickets, so let's help me make all these agricultural and water conservancy utensils." It was also useful for me to come. ”

Yang Ji said with a smile.

"Yes, sir. ”

The two hesitated for a moment, thinking of the current situation in Langya County, and finally nodded and agreed. Yang Ji is right, now is indeed the time to be rebuilt.

And in front of those powerful giant ships, grinding discs, water pipes...... All of them need huge financial support to develop and grow and truly play their role.

Sending Zhang Lu and * Zhou Chuan away, Yang Ji returned to the table, lifted the pen of benevolence and righteousness, opened the "Book of Confucianism", put aside his anger, and continued to write on it.

"The son is silent, and the ghost power is confused......"

Lines of text jumped on it, Yang Memorial was upright, and strands of literary spirit converged from all directions, condensed into the pen, and injected into the "Book of Confucianism".

These literary tones even formed a faint wisp of smoke on the surface of the Book of Confucianism. It is constantly transformed into a new Haoran and stored in the Book of Confucianism.

A breeze blows through the door and into the lobby. On Yang Ji's body, a two-finger-sized quaint wooden plaque immediately emitted a faint light, and if you look closely, this quaint wooden plaque is exactly the same as Yang Ji's "Qi Luck Seal" in the Nongsang Ancient Library. It's just a lot smaller.

Although the Qiyun Wenyin is made of wood, the holy relics of the Wensheng era have been subjected to the spirit of Haoran day and night, and they are no different from magic weapons.

It is a magic weapon, which can naturally be large or small.

With this Confucian and Taoist holy relic in his hands, Yang Ji could clearly feel that the speed and thickness of the convergence of Wen Qi had increased a lot. With the pen of benevolence and righteousness that Wen Sheng once used, Yang Ji now only needs more than ten days to fill the "Little Sage Speech Technique" once.

Compared to before, the storage speed is almost halved.

Airplanes!

Yang Ji was calm, holding the pen of benevolence and righteousness, and his face was neither happy nor angry. Fall into a state of self-forgetfulness. And in his mind, his mental power fluctuated, and there were bursts of buzzing.

Yang Ji could clearly feel that his soul was growing at a slow, but firm speed. This change has continued since Wanfenling received the pen of benevolence and righteousness, and now, this change has slowly reached a bottleneck.

Yang Ji could feel that he was one step closer to the second realm of literary qi "Wen Xiucai" mentioned in the Book of Great Confucianism.

The Ancient Age of the Sage. "Wen Xiucai" is hundreds of millions, and I don't know how many.

Reach this point. Thoughts are upright and burst out, and they can go up to heaven and earth and integrate into the mighty river. The reason why the great river of Confucianism is famous for the era and taboo for the evil demons is that it concentrates the righteous thoughts of hundreds of millions of scholars. Over the years, thousands of years, tens of thousands of years...... , and finally accumulated into this vast and powerful force that changed the color of heaven and earth!

"It is said that the ancient era of Wen Xiucai had honest thoughts. The upper can be felt in the sky, and the lower can be felt in the ground. It can also be connected with the mighty river. I don't know if I can feel the mighty river if I reach the realm of Wen Xiucai. ”

Yang Ji was secret, and a strong expectation suddenly arose in his heart.

During this time, he read the "Book of Confucianism" and gradually understood that in ancient times, there was no real literary talent. Those emperors and great Confucians, although they have a strong literary atmosphere, but because of the lack of orthodox classics of Confucianism, Taoism, and orthodoxy, their literary atmosphere is scattered and not gathered, and they are still not really literary talents.

If you can achieve Wen Xiucai, I am afraid that it will be the first in the ancient era tens of thousands of years later!

As long as you reach the realm of orthodox literature and talent, and your thoughts are upright, you can sense the existence of the mighty river. Although Wendao is weak, the mighty river is only hidden, not annihilated.

As long as you reach the realm of Wen Xiucai, you may be able to feel the existence of the mighty long river that hundreds of millions of scholars yearn for and overshadow the long river of time.

Moreover, after reaching the realm of Wen Xiucai, the speed of accumulation of Qi and the power of the "Little Holy Words" will be greatly improved.

This is the most substantial change.

"Buzz!"

A burst of translucent light suddenly came from the "Book of Great Confucianism" opened on the table, and the words on the page marked the four words "Little Sacred Words" suddenly lit up, emitting bursts of light.

"It's finally full. ”

Yang Ji looked at the words "Little Sacred Words" on the page, smiled slightly, and was satisfied in his heart. The time when the Underground Demon Suppression Great Array snatched the essence blood of the Great Asura, Yang Ji's stored Haoran Qi was already trickling down, and it was also used up to the present day.

Now he has finally accumulated another "Little Sacred Word Technique".

"With my current realm, using the Little Sacred Word Technique is a tyrannical thing. It's better to wait until you are promoted to the realm of the second level of Wen Xiusheng, and then consider using it. ”

Yang Ji smiled slightly, and put the pen of benevolence and righteousness into the "Book of Confucianism". Then close the book. As soon as the book was sent, the "Book of Confucianism" was sent into the center of his eyebrows together with the pen of benevolence and righteousness in a ball of light.

"The realm of the Martial Sect has broken through, and the Little Sage Speech Technique has also accumulated once, and it is complete, and now I can go and preside over my Nongsang Water Conservancy. ”

Yang Ji laughed, pushed away the table, stretched, and then walked down from the table with a step.

Martial arts can be put aside for a while, and the breakthrough in the realm of literary qi is not something that can be achieved in a while.

Before leaving, Lord Wang Tai told himself to experience three months of agricultural and water conservancy life in Langya County, and now he can really get started.

Standing at the door of the Nongsang Division, squinting his eyes and looking at the burning sky outside the door, Yang Ji smiled. With a flick of his sleeves, he walked out.

............

The warm spring breeze blows across the earth, and the mountains are full of people. On the top of the mountain, huge bronze water wheels are lined up one after another, slowly turning. Bringing mountains and water from afar to irrigate the fields.

In some low-lying places, other strange water pipes are inserted deep underground. The water pipes are connected to the giant wheels, and waves of rhythmic vibrations lead through the ground in a strange and complex way, pumping underground water from the depths and irrigating the fields.

The mountains are full of fields, a busy and vibrant scene.

After the catastrophe of the underworld was settled, months had passed in the blink of an eye. With the financial support provided by Yang Ji, a large number of farmland and water conservancy facilities of the former dynasty are being manufactured, changing the face of Langya County. Many places that are not suitable for cultivation are now being cultivated on a large scale.

Nowadays, there is a thriving scene everywhere.

"Sir, take a sip of water. ”

In the field of Qi calf, Zhang Lu handed over a water bottle and looked covered in mud. Yang Ji, who lowered his head and planted seedlings, looked unbearable.

If not known. Who would believe that this young man wearing a hat, a simple face, and covered in mud would be the farmer of Langya County, and he is the leader of the martial arts show who has been in the limelight recently and has a good reputation?

A talented man with meritorious fame and a martial artist who can fight the dragon and capture the tiger should be ten fingers that do not touch the spring water. Sitting in the high hall with a proud face, enjoying the awe of everyone.

Where will it mix with the ordinary people in the fields, and there is no difference at all?

At the beginning, Zhang Lu really hoped to let these showmen and martial artists who went through the motions go into the water, and it was best to do some work. But now Zhang Lu is really unbearable.

originally thought that Yang Ji was just talking. Who would have thought that he would actually do it. And it's been working for months, and it seems to be immersed in it, and I can't pull it out.

"Haha, you don't have to ask more about this......"

Yang Ji raised his hat, straightened his waist, and faced Zhang Lu's doubts, he just smiled and didn't explain too much. There are not many people who know about the affairs of Cangxu City, and it is better for fewer people to know for the time being.

As for Zhang Lu's problem that he felt that he was too competent as a farmer, he himself thought it was funny. Yang Ji was originally just going to go through the motions, and it was feasible to understand and understand, and there was no need to do it physically.

But gradually, Yang Ji found that he gradually liked this feeling.

For others, this may be a dirty and tiring physical work, but for Yang Ji, it is a practice of will.

Like ordinary people, when he was busy in the fields, Yang Ji forgot his identity, and only felt that his heart was extremely quiet and peaceful, like a pool of clear water.

And the soul grows slowly in this quaint atmosphere.

It's a wonderful taste, it's hard to describe. It is also the reason why Yang Ji has really invested in it for several months.

"Gentleman, the unity of knowledge and action, stop at the ...... of perfection"

Between the lightning and the fire, a flash of lightning crossed his mind, and Yang Jifu was in his heart, and suddenly thought of a sentence from the ancient Wensheng by Jing Shizi.

Although Yang Ji has not yet understood the sentence of stopping at perfection, Yang Ji has already understood the taste of the unity of knowledge and action. Whether it is Wanfenling's choice of "knowing what you can't do, knowing what you can do but not doing it", or the hard work in the fields in the past few months, this is a kind of "unity of knowledge and action".

The path of cultivation of Wendao should not only stop at knowledge, but also know and practice. This is the way of a gentleman.

It is also a real way to further improve oneself and lead to the realm of the second level of literary talent.

"Buzz!"

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Ji's soul grew up again like a floodgate, and a majestic force surged in his soul, as if it was about to erupt from the top of his head, and he was only one step away from the final breakthrough.

"It's just a little bit closer. ”

Yang Ji smiled and was not in a hurry. The deeper he immersed himself in Confucianism and Taoism, the more Yang Ji understood that the cultivation of Wenqi is a natural process, as long as the fire arrives, it will naturally follow, and it is not in a hurry at all.

Wen Xiucai's realm will break through sooner or later, and now there is only the last qi machine left. (To be continued......) R1292