On the fifth day of November, Zhao Ran officially descended the mountain and set off for Cointreau Mountain.

As expected, all the conditions that Zhao Ran asked for from Wuji Academy were almost cut in half. There were only three of the Taoist priests including him, and the number of fireworkers was five; the opening cost of building the Longshan Temple was reduced even more, with a total of only one hundred taels of silver; and after Zhao Ran became a temple celebrator, the incense money handed over to Wuji Temple in the first year was reduced or reduced according to the rules, and in the second year it was one hundred taels, and from the third year onwards, it was necessary to hand over two hundred taels a year. As for the salaries of the Taoist priests and fireworkers, as well as the daily expenses of the Junshan Temple, the Junshan Temple will bear its own expenses.

Even if he had a lot of money, this figure made him a little staggering! So from the time he came down the mountain, he made up his mind to be as dissatisfied as possible.

There were only three people who followed Zhao Ran down the mountain, one was the Taoist Jin Jiu, and the other two were Guan Er and Lu Jin. In the entire Taoist Academy, the "Zhao label" on the foreheads of these three people is the most obvious, whether they like it or not, the three of them can only follow Zhao Ran, in addition to avoiding bullying, they also retain a hope that will not be buried in the future.

Although Zhao Ran won a total of eight formal and informal establishments, including himself, in fact, he didn't want to bring so many people, bringing these three was already the maximum that Zhao Ran could tolerate for the time being, otherwise he would rather bring none at all. Just kidding, just paying the salaries of these three guys. He would spend one hundred and sixty-eight taels of silver a year, and if you count the expenses of eating, drinking, and Lazar, you will have to add another hundred taels!

The key is that at present, there is not a single big household on the wasteland west of Cointreau Mountain, and even the opportunity to fight the local tyrants is not enough, if the silver is to be shared equally among the people. According to the previous statistics, including the elderly, weak, women and children, one is counted as one, and each person has to bear almost 100 yuan. The second year is 150 Wen, and the third year is 200 Wen!

Well, Zhao Ran didn't want to be so tired, he decided to pay for the first three years by himself, and after three years, he didn't believe that he would continue to do this temple blessing.

Night. The four of them rushed to the sheep and horse post and stayed in the post station. Li Yicheng waited back and forth, doubly cautious, he learned from Guan Er's mouth that this young Zhao Daochang was reappointed as the head of the Fangtang Temple and was worried that he was in a bad mood, and if he was careless and bumped into the knife, he was afraid that he would be scolded. I don't care about scolding. The key is that the aid station for five taels of silver a month must not be canceled.

Li Yicheng was worried in vain, and Zhao Ran just inspected the placement of the aid station. After looking at the year's accounts, I went back to my room to wash and sleep. This made Li Yicheng feel a lot more relieved, you must know that nearly three taels of this relief fund are to help himself, and the names in the account book are all made up by him, if Zhao Miaozhu sees through it. It is difficult to guarantee their own income, and it will be greatly reduced.

Zhao Ran didn't know the flowers and intestines in Li Yicheng's stomach, and he didn't care, it was only five taels of silver, as long as the aid station kept it, it would be able to steadily provide merit to the qi sea. That's the most important thing, no matter how much money you spend, it's worth it.

Early the next morning, Zhao Ran set off with Jin Jiu, Guan Er and Lu Jin, and after the afternoon, the four of them entered Changworm Mountain, preparing to stay here for one night. There are still more than a dozen families in the Long Worm Mountain who are unwilling to leave, and Zhao Ran does not force it, so he borrows it from one of the families, and after settling down, he comes to the back mountain.

The pond illusion outside the five-color master cave has disappeared, and there are dozens of large stones piled up at the original site of the pond, roughly built into a half-human-high stone house - well, in fact, Zhao Ran walked around the stone pile a few times before he found that it was a stone house. He laughed dumbly on the spot, and said in his heart that the five-color master's ability to build a house is probably the same as that of the inexplicable Zhang Laodao, but in all fairness, Zhang Laodao's level of building a house is still better than that of the five-color master, at least the thatched house is indeed a house.

Zhao Ran stood on the edge of the stone house, thinking of Zhang Laodao, and couldn't help but feel stunned in his heart. The old way is a little sloppy, but it's still quite interesting to be a person, to say that he is crazy, sometimes quite shrewd, to say that he is smart, but often fall into his own trap. However, Zhao Ran sometimes can't tell whether Zhang Laodao was deliberately fooled or stupid, in short, the time spent with him was really interesting.

"Brother Donkey, where did you say Lao Dao went?"

"Ang ?......"

"It's been more than two years, and I don't want to come back to see the two of us. ”

"Ang ......"

"Brother Donkey, do you want to be old-fashioned?"

"Aung Aung ......"

"Why don't we go back to Wuji Mountain and move the thatched hut from the old road, and when he returns to Wuji Mountain, he will see that the thatched hut is gone...... Haha, will it be like a thunderstorm?"

"Aung Aang!

Zhao Ran said to go, rode the old donkey, and ran back to the road. The old donkey seemed to be quite happy with Zhao Ran's suggestion, raised the donkey's hooves, and ran extremely fast.

"Brother Donkey, slow down, slow down......"

"Ang ?......"

"Be careful, don't you understand how to slow down in corners!"

"Ang ......"

"There are trees in front...... Hey, be careful...... It's so dangerous, and suddenly a ditch ......"

"Aung Aung ......"

"Brother Donkey, I didn't expect you to run so fast?"

"Aung Aang!"

"Okay, I really didn't see it, you haven't been able to work hard before?"

“......”

After a day's journey, the old donkey only took more than an hour to return to Wuji Mountain. Zhao Ran detoured to the back mountain, went straight up to Guanyuntai, and followed the path behind Guanyuntai to Qingtan.

I haven't been here for a long time, the scene of Qingtan is still the same, the water of the pool reflects the crescent moon, the thatched huts are accompanied by the lawn, and the corners of the rocky cliffs are still covered with snow that has not yet melted.

Zhao Ran stood quietly by the pond for a while, was stunned for a while, then walked to the edge of the thatched house, looked at the half-human-high simple and dilapidated house, estimated the size of the space in the wrench, stretched out his hand, and the thatched house immediately moved into the wrench, filling the remaining space in the wrench.

Just as he was leaving, the old donkey suddenly "raised", Zhao Ran followed the old donkey's head, and immediately woke up: "I almost forgot." He reached out and put the broken rod into the wrench.

rode the old donkey and drove back, and finally returned to the Long Worm Mountain before the ugly time. Tethering the old donkey to the back of the house, Zhao Ran quietly entered the house, got on the bed and closed the quilt, listened to the snoring next door, and gradually fell asleep.

After walking west from Changworm Mountain for another half a day, crossing the Chongma River, and flipping through Cointreau Mountain, Zhao Ran finally came to the flat and fertile land under the mountain. The three villages are lined up from north to south, separated by four or five miles from each other, surrounded by hills, streams, and flat land within a radius of ten miles, plus the Cointreau Mountain and Xiaojun Mountain at both ends of the town, which is the territory assigned by Wuji Yuan to Junshan Temple for preaching. Among them, more than 15,000 acres of wasteland can be reclaimed, and now the soil has been renovated, and it can be sown after the beginning of spring.

Xiaojun Mountain is no longer under the jurisdiction of Guyang County, it belongs to the territory of Jiangyou County, but since it was assigned to Junshan Temple by Xizhenwu Palace to preach, then this is Zhao Ran's territory, and Jiangyou County Jinguang Academy can only accept it unconditionally, in fact, He Jian Yuan of Jinguang Academy is not interested in Xiaojun Mountain, because there is no human population here, so it doesn't matter if it is generous.

Leaving Jin Jiu, Guan Er and Lu Jin at the foot of the mountain, Zhao Ran went up the mountain alone.

Xiaojun Mountain is not so much a mountain as a mound, but this hill is slightly higher and covers a wider area. Zhao Ran rode up on the donkey, and in a moment came to a platform on the mountainside, which was facing the 10,000 acres of ploughed fields, and could be seen far away at a glance, and it was a wonderful place to view the scenery.

There is a clear spring flowing on the mountain wall, flowing along the mountain to the foot of the mountain, there is an additional pond next to the clear spring, Zhao Ran couldn't help but laugh secretly, and shouted at the pond: "Master of Five Colors!"

A colorful brocade pheasant flew out of the phantom realm of the pond with its wings, came to Zhao Ran's side, tilted its head and looked at him: "Giggles, little Taoist, why are you here?"

Zhao Ran said: "Master, from today onwards, please call Zhao Miaozhu." (To be continued......) R1071