Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

The next day, Ling Qingyu took Cheng Jia and Wang Xuanzhi to the village and fields as promised, letting them chat with others while he went about his own business.

This is truly a paradise. Wang Xuanzhi sighed as he sat under the big tree in the field.

The rice ears in the field were almost fully mature, making everything in sight golden. Cheng Jia sat on the ground like Wang Xuanzhi.

Everyone has their own land, and they can use their excess grain and cloth to exchange extra needed items with the village. All living materials and production materials are provided by the village, the Ling family. The villagers regularly provide services to the Ling family's public fields, and their children have books. Read, men and women perform their duties, and no one can be lazy. Excess work will inevitably bring excess benefits. The Ling family provides protection, and the villagers use one-tenth of the output of their free fields for tax.

The terrain here is superior, there are few disasters, and the water conservancy system is perfect. Everyone has enough food and clothing three seasons a year. If you can work for the Ling family factory and get extra money, how can you not be desirable.

Are you here? Su Ce ran over from the field ridge and shouted.

Is something wrong? Wang Xuanzhi stood up and asked.

Nothing, I just finished my work and went to see you, but I didn't see anyone. Su Ce also sat on the ground next to Cheng Jia and said.

How about here? Su Ce asked.

Everything here comes from Mr. Zhu? Wang Xuanzhi asked.

I thought it was true at first. Unfortunately, Mr. Zhu said that the foundations here were built by Master Ling. He just perfected the details. Su Ce sighed: A woman can do what we scholars want to do. But it’s something I can’t do.”

This is also because the place here is small. If we were in Dazhou, we wouldn't be able to do it, Ling Qingyu stood behind them and said with a smile, But if you can get the words of Su Duzi, it's really worth eating a few more bowls of rice!

Su Ce didn't expect her to be there, so he blushed and said, Why can't you do it in Dazhou?

Because of selfish desires. Ling Qingyu leaned against the tree, looking at the refreshing scenery, and said: Actually, I just came up with a concept here, and the rest was done by Mr. Zhu, Song Yu, Chu Cheng and A Gong. Because of the place It is not big and there are not many people. There is no conflict of interest among everyone, so everything can be maintained. But the Great Zhou Dynasty is different. For example, even if there are many barbaric lands in the Great Zhou Dynasty, will the court give full protection to those who go to open up wasteland? What about freedom? No, once the earth comes out, big families will naturally use various means to invade and occupy it. With government power and force, how can ordinary people be opponents? The social system is unbalanced, the economy does not allow it, and the upper class Absolute control over the lower class will not allow such a society to exist. It will take thousands of years to achieve large-scale liberal democracy.

But haven't the Ling family already done it? Su Ce asked.

Ling Qingyu chuckled lightly and said: It's just now. When time passes and those children grow up, some people's selfish desires begin to expand. Once the balance is broken, it will be different.

It can be prevented. Su Ce said unwillingly.

Well, we can try our best to improve the system and let this situation continue as long as possible. Ling Qingyu stretched his waist and said: But no matter how perfect the system is, it can't withstand the invasion of people's hearts and there is still time. I can What you can’t do is just do it where and when you can, and I can’t control it no matter how far away it is.”

Listen to what you say, then it will be useless for us to do anything? Wang Xuanzhi frowned slightly.

How could it be useless? Ling Qingyu said with a smile: You are the backbone of this world. You can be both the system maker and the executor. Historical changes are all accumulated from small changes. And these small changes depend on you scholars and officials. Of course, it’s useless if the emperor doesn’t rush to kill the eunuchs.”

You already have your own little kingdom here, but have you ever thought about forming a country of your own? Cheng Jia asked with a deep look on his face.

Ha, I won't do that kind of stupid thing! Ling Qingyu opened his hands and made a gesture of hugging the air, and said: Do you know what is the most tiring thing in the world? Just being a king, an emperor, I'm lazy, I can do my best to help others, but only if I have spare strength. If I spend all my time and energy on that, wouldn't it be too frustrating? I would be a fool, and I would have a guilty conscience. If you want to be a wise monarch, you will die from exhaustion. So, this is just a stronghold of the Ling family, a place for everyone to live. The world is so vast, why should I trap myself in one place?

What about Yang Zhao? Cheng Jia stared at her and asked, ignoring Su Ce's eyes.

Speaking of this. Ling Qingyu knelt down, rested his elbows on his knees and put his hands on his chin, and said, Look, I'm so good to you. Can you two gentlemen do me a favor and convince the court when you get back? Let Yang Zhao retire.

Su Ce burst out laughing, seeing Cheng Jia and Wang Xuanzhi both froze, and said, This is what she has always wanted to do. What worries us the most is that General Yang will be killed by you.

If Yang Zhao resigns, will you not go back to Dazhou again? Cheng Jia asked with a stern face.

Ling Qingyu stood up and walked along the field ridge to another spice field. A distant voice drifted over with the fragrance and said, Didn't you play the fisherman's question and answer game? Everyone has his own ambitions.

On harvest day, with the help of more than 4,000 people, and the new machinery from Zhoutan Huangjing (researched with reference to Mohist classics), a lively and noisy harvesting activity began in the vast fields of Lingjia Village.

Sister! Ye Shiyi held Ling Qingyu's cut hand and poured medicinal powder on it, complaining: Can you please stop coming down? After cutting not a single row of rice, he cut three rows of rice on his hand. Let's take a look. Is this cutting rice or meat?

Exercise is good for your health. It doesn't matter if you have a small mouth. Ling Qingyu coaxed him.

Yes. Ye Shiyi brought a bamboo basket to her from the side and said, Here, picking rice ears with those children is also exercise.

Okay. After taking the basket, Ling Qingyu rubbed his head and said, Then you can handle it all by yourself! We made a bet with Hua Qingyuan and his family. If you lose, you have to pay They serve as a door-to-door son-in-law.”

Sister! You do such boring things again! Ye Shiyi shouted.

Ling Qingyu had already covered her mouth and ran to a group of children, learning to pick rice ears with them.

Ye Shiyi's face turned black and black. He put down the sickle, took out the long sword from his waist, took a deep breath, and saw that the sword's light was like lightning, shaving the rice in the field into a bald spot.

The farmers on both sides were stunned at first, and then stood up and applauded together.

Returning the sword to its sheath, Ye Shishi said to a family of three who were standing on the field in a daze: It's done! If you do such stupid things to my sister next time, I will make your family's necks look like this! Did you hear that?”

The three of them nodded hurriedly, and when Ye Shiyi left angrily, Hua Qingyuan said to his daughter, Good girl, you'd better give up.

The girl's eyes were red, but she couldn't stop her eyes from shining like stars: Brother Eleven is so handsome!

The little girl gleaning ears of rice walked barefoot on the ridge of the field, with a wild chrysanthemum on her head and a small bamboo basket on her arm, la la la...

Humming a little tune, Ling Qingyu followed the children happily looking for rice ears in the fields.

There was a chuckle from the side, Ling Qingyu turned his head, and Cheng Jia, who was wearing peasant clothes, also picked up rice ears with a bamboo basket beside him.

Where did you get the clothes from? Ling Qingyu turned his head and asked in a low voice.

In exchange, there is a family member who wants to write a couplet. I wrote it for him and borrowed this clothes to wear for a few days. Cheng Jia also replied in a low voice.

Ling Qingyu glared and said, You prodigal son! You want to find me instead! I'll give you a discount and I can lend you a few more days!

Cheng Jia laughed so hard that his wounds hurt, he held his lower abdomen and coughed twice, and said: If you like my handwriting, I will write ten for you when I get back.

Seriously! Ling Qingyu's eyes suddenly lit up, it's hard to find a million dollars! Yes, he added hurriedly: In this case, you draw a picture and ask Wang Xuanzhi to inscribe it.

You don't want to...sell, do you? Cheng Jia looked at her helplessly and smiled.

Of course not, a collection! It's definitely a collection now! Ling Qingyu raised his hands to the sky and made an oath, and then said: It will only be valuable after you two pass away. It can be regarded as leaving a large inheritance to my daughter. .”

Cheng Jia remembered what Xie Sanlang said to Ling Qingyu, don't think the boss is very capable, she is just a profiteer who only cares about money! He burst out laughing again.

After the rice was harvested, it was the season to harvest spices. Ling Qingyu generously took the two of them to see the spice harvesting site in the mountains.

Wang Xuanzhi's injury was completely healed, but Cheng Jia's injury was still a little unhealed, and it took a lot of effort for the two of them to climb the mountain.

However, after seeing the vast tracts of forest, the organized and large-scale gathering people, and the people planting new saplings nearby, I forgot to breathe again.

In the past, the supply of spices was tight. That was because the spices were wild, and the collection was occasionally collected by the indigenous people. Of course, the output was limited. Now, although the trees are also wild, they are organized and large-scale, and in Collect without causing damage to the trees as much as possible. With such a scale, are you worried that the yield will not be enough?

What spices do you like? Tell me and I'll give them to you. Ling Qingyu said generously. Although they are collectively referred to as spices, there are actually distinctions, such as those used for medicinal purposes, those used for seasoning, or those used only for incense.

Cheng Jia put his hand on Wang Xuanzhi's shoulder and borrowed his strength to get up on a rock. The terrain here was high, and although the forest was dense, he could still see some of the scenery below the mountain.

The vast fields are dotted with various plants. After the rice fields are harvested, various other crops are planted, including seasonings, spices, herbs, and vegetables.

Don't be jealous of me! Ling Qingyu laughed.

It's impossible not to be jealous. Please give me more pepper. Cheng Jia said.

You are so evil. You haven't finished the painting you promised me yet! Ling Qingyu replied.

I'll draw it for you when I get back.

really?

really!

Back in the village, Ling Qingyu politely asked Cheng Jia to paint in his yard so that he could dry it directly and then frame it.

Cheng Jia chose a large piece of rice paper. There is nothing you can't find in Lingjia Village.

After thinking for a moment, Cheng Jia wrote like a god, and with just a few strokes, he painted the scenery of Lingjia Village seen on the mountain. Because it was ink, it was more elegant.

Then Cheng Jia changed his fine brush and began to paint in detail.

Ling Qingyu turned around and came back, and saw him put down his pen and said with a smile: It's done? He hurriedly ran forward to take a look.

The familiar scenery of Lingjia Village, with distant mountains and distant fields. There were many people standing or standing in the small square at the entrance of the village. A woman in the middle seemed to be cheating, and the man next to her was coaxing her in a good-natured way. People stood around her. Many people were leaning against the tree leisurely, some were watching jokes, some were watching the surroundings with vigilance, and there were many teenagers running around. Under the big tree, there were two people sitting in two sections of clothes playing chess. There were shadows of people, and on the field ridge not far away, there were several people wearing armor walking towards them.

Ling Qingyu was stunned for a long time, his eye circles became slightly hot, he looked up at Cheng Jia who was washing his hands, and said sincerely: I will go to Srivijaya tomorrow, I will take you there.

Okay. Cheng Jia lowered his head and washed his hands and replied.