The dark clouds that had been brewing all afternoon finally overflowed the rain.

The next second.

Colliding with the whole world, the heavens and the earth were instantly filled with the sound of dripping rain.

In the north of Luojing City, on the official road back to the city, a group of black-clothed guards guarded three carriages like stars holding the moon.

There was only the sound of rain and wheels on the road, and the hundreds of samurai were silent, walking in the rain, drenched and unresponsive.

Zhao Rong retracted his gaze, lowered the curtains of the car, and looked at the only person in the car except him.

"Yu Lin Wei, the Lin family's private army, was built by my great-grandfather. ”

Lin Wenruo's slender right hand gently pinched a small silver spoon and added spices to an incense burner with a hollow rockery carved into a hollow rockery on the top of the furnace.

"When I was young, I was curious, what did our poetry heirloom and the scholarly Lanxi Lin family want this thing for. ”

After Lin Wenruo finished adding agarwood, he put down the work in his hand, picked up a piece of silk and wiped his hands, looked at Zhao Rong, and chuckled. "I didn't expect it to be passed to me Lin Qingchi. ”

Zhao Rong nodded, sniffing the mellow and cool fragrance, smelling and feeling that the meridians and qi and blood in the body were flowing a little faster, and he couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, refreshing people's hearts.

What happened in the Drunken Man's Pavilion just now, Zhao Rong was wearing his sleeves from beginning to end, watching indifferently and not saying anything.

Later, Zhao Rong and the three of them were originally ready to say goodbye and set off, but they were "blocked by Lin Wenruo", and pulled Zhao Rong's sleeve with a sincere expression, saying that Brother Ziyu should not be ruthless, and they were very happy to see each other today, and he was not strict with his brother, and he offended Brother Ziyu, so he must make up for it, and implore Brother Ziyu to move to the cold house and not to postpone.

Zhao Rong pulled back his sleeves without moving, and helplessly shirked it a few times, but it didn't extinguish Lin Wenruo's enthusiasm.

Later, Lin Wenruo said that it was estimated that it was going to rain heavily this day, and it was very inconvenient to hurry, so it was better to go to his house to rest, and when the weather was clear, he sent someone to send his group out of the southern country, and took some shortcuts that only locals knew, which would definitely be faster than his own group.

Zhao Rong hesitated for a moment and asked the opinions of the other two.

Liu Sanbian said that it didn't matter, let him decide. Su Xiaoxiao had a "I understand" expression, and said with a serious face that she would never beat the mandarin ducks like the bad guys in the book, telling them to ignore the world's eyes and the gossip of others, and boldly pursue true love......

Zhao Rong rewarded her with an afternoon dessert without saying a word, and it was estimated that she would still be rubbing her red little brain in the carriage behind.

"Brother Wen Ruo doesn't have to be like this. ”

"Ziyu, don't intercede for him, that bastard is underbeaten. Lin Wenruo sighed. "My father died early, I was not in these years, and my mother didn't care about him, and now he is a bad problem, and people hate dogs. The farce just now made Ziyu laugh. ”

Zhao Rong looked at his expression, a little helpless.

You know I'm not talking about that.

But I can only accompany him to pretend to be stupid and skip this topic.

Anyway, when the rain stops, I will leave as soon as possible and leave this place of right and wrong.

Zhao Rong tasted the strange incense in the car, chatted with Lin Wenruo for a while, and suddenly felt that the carriage had deflected, and lifted the curtain to look out.

I saw that the convoy seemed to have left the straight official road back to Luojing, and turned into another broad avenue, with vast rice fields on both sides of the road and green waters and green mountains in the distance.

"Brother Wen Ruo, isn't your mansion in Luojing City?"

"No. Lin Wenruo smiled.

"Where's that?"

"It's here. ”

“......”

Zhao Rong looked at the surrounding wilderness, and then saw the smiling face, and suddenly felt the hairs on his back stand up.

"Ahem, I mean that the radius of walking now is all from our Lin family, and the official road just now was also cultivated on our land. This place in the north of the city is called Lanxi, and it is also the origin of our Lanxi Lin clan. ”

Seeing this, Lin Wenruo coughed lightly and hurriedly explained.

"The manor hasn't arrived yet, just behind the hill ahead. In this special period, we don't live in the city. ”

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief and removed his hand from the sword at his waist.

But then his eyelids jumped, good guy, this radius of a hundred miles is equivalent to most of Luojing, which is the capital of a neighboring country.

But later, after listening to Lin Wenruo's explanation, I knew the ins and outs of this matter.

Seven hundred years ago, the lord of the Zhongnan Kingdom saw that the imperial power in the country was declining, the hermits and Taoist priests were not producing, the country had no system, and the law was relaxed, so he looked everywhere for the talents to govern the country and help the Zhongnan country, but because of the special national conditions of the Zhongnan country, it was not only difficult to manage, but also had almost no culture and education at all, so the talented and wise people refused to invite.

The lord of Zhongnan even went all the way to the gates of the two Confucian academies in the north and south in person to look at the scholars under the mountain who wanted to enter the academy with their heads, but no one responded, so the lord of Zhongnan invited the brothers and sisters who drank the northwest wind together to have a meal, and returned to Zhongnan in disappointment.

As a result, one day ten years later.

A middle-aged Confucian student from outside the Luojing Imperial City came to look for the monarch, and solemnly took out a piece of jade that symbolized the identity of the scholar of the academy, saying that if there was no meal back then, he might have to give up halfway and return to his hometown to become a teacher.

The monarch of Zhongnan was overjoyed when he heard this, so he hired this Confucian surnamed Lin to govern the country and fully delegate power.

Within three years, the national power of the South Kingdom was indeed increasing day by day.

The monarch remembered his great merit and wanted to arrange a long-term shelter for him, so his ministers hesitated on the map of Luojing, arguing which house to give him as a favor, but the monarch looked impatient next to him, walked up directly, grabbed the pen, and drew a large circle in the north of Luojing City, and then rewarded all the Lanxi in the north of the city, which was originally a royal garden, to the Confucian surnamed Lin, without considering that the side of the later descendant Guojun was snored and slept.

The Lanxi Lin clan has thus taken root in the southern country and has been passed down from generation to generation.

Lin Wenruo finished with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then gave an order to a black-clothed guard outside the window, who left the convoy and returned from the ridge after a while, holding something in both hands and handing it to Lin Wenruo.

Lin Wenruo raised his hands, slid down his wide sleeves, and reached out to gently pick up a few ears of rice.

He rubbed his hands together and crushed down a handful of rice, held it in his white hand and looked at it carefully, his lips moved slightly, his eyes moved slowly, and he silently counted it, and then lowered his head and approached, and used his mouth to make it slightly hot, and immediately sniffed its smell deeply.

The shell is golden, the grains are full, the rice fragrance is pure, and there are very few bad grains.

The man couldn't help but smile.

"Ziyu, this year is bound to be a bumper year. ”

"We are blessed with a unique climate in Zhongnan, a field can ripen three crops every year, but unfortunately in the past, because the Taoist temple occupies too much land, there are 480 views in Zhongnan Mountain alone, and the landlord is seriously exploited, farmers often can't afford to buy seedlings so that the field can be planted with crops all year round, so every year to spend a lot of energy to buy grain from other countries, and when it is shipped to China, the price of grain has increased by 50 percent......"

"The Spring Seedling Law, which is being implemented nationwide, uses the state as a lender and lends money to farmers at low interest rates, so that they can grow crops, instead of being forced to ruin by the usury of high-ranking families, and this law is divided into three quarters......

"I learned the law from a large country in the south, and it was able to clear out the land concealed by the powerful landlords, increase the revenue of the state treasury, and at the same time reduce the burden on the peasants......

Zhao Rong sat aside, slightly stunned, and silently looked at the current head of the top wealthy lord of the Zhongnan Kingdom who was talking with rice in his hand, and sometimes dancing, and he was also a Confucian scholar who raised the spirit of Haoran to read and read to the Tianzhi Realm.

Listen to him talk about his six strategies and his new law for rich countries.

I don't know how long it took, but slowly, the car fell silent.

Only the noise outside the car seemed to be more and more silent.

The wheels rolled in the mud.

The horses' hooves trample the earth.

Rain fell from the clouds and shattered bones.

Saber Confucius pursed his lips.

"Why bother?"

The stooping man straightened up and sat upright, clutching the rice in his hand.

"Why not?"

Seven hundred years of raising scholars in the south of the country, my Lanxi Lin clan will be worthy of the south!