No matter if you are a human or an immortal, you can still farm for me after traveling through time!

Early the next morning, Li Erlang got up early to shovel snow in the yard. There had been a heavy snowstorm last night and everything was white. Li Aweng also came out and shoveled the snow with his grandson.

While shoveling the snow, the two of them discussed how to get rid of the snow on the roof after breakfast, so as not to collapse the roof.

The family members got up one after another, and soon smoke began to rise from the chimney on the stove.

While the family was having breakfast, someone strangely knocked on the door of the courtyard. With such force and politeness, it sounded like he was not from the village.

"I guess the things have arrived from Sanlang's friend Du Yuan." Li Erlang asked through the courtyard door to see who was coming. A clear and unfamiliar voice outside the door responded. He was a servant of the Du Yuan family and came to deliver the goods for his master's family. thing.

Li Erlang invited the servant into the house, and Li Aniang brought a breakfast to the servant: "You must be tired from getting up early and rushing here. If you don't sit down for a while, drink a bowl of hot soup and rest for a while before going back."

The servant didn't hesitate and sat on the bench by the door to drink hot soup.

Li Erlang originally wanted to send only one kind of Dongxu, but he didn't expect that there was also a letter from Li Sanlang.

Letters not only require paper money, but also errand fees. If there is nothing important, most people will not write letters, and it is difficult to send letters in this kind of weather. I think it was exactly like this that Li Sanlang sent the letter to Du Yuan family, please ask Du Yuan's servant to deliver it.

Li Erlang was worried about what would happen to his brother, so he quickly opened the envelope. The family gathered around the letter and saw Li Sanlang's handwriting covering a piece of paper.

Li Silang climbed into the second brother's arms and read the letter word by word, but he didn't know many words. He only read the beginning and got stuck: "What did the third brother write?"

Li Erlang calmly explained the contents of the letter. This sudden incident happened out of nowhere, and the family didn't know how to react.

"How can the officials drive away the monks?" Ordinary people like Li Aniang can't understand the twists and turns inside. Usually they talk about what they see.

The appearance is that monks are forced to go down the mountain in the cold winter, euphemistically called preaching to help identify cults and assist the government in eradicating cults.

Li Erlang: "All the Buddhist monks on Baiqing Mountain have left. The mountain gate is closed tightly. I don't know when it will be reopened. Auntie, in the future, our family should avoid taboos. We can ask more to see what the government has to say. What's going on?"

Grandma Li and Grandma Li were looking melancholy. Shiro was being attacked by bandits. Their family was planning to choose a day with good weather to pay homage to Bai Qingshan Temple to drive away the bad luck in the family. Every year in the past, they chose to pay homage to the Buddha in Baiqing Mountain after the snow melted to bless their family's safety. This year, they couldn't go earlier this year.

The servant on the side raised his head and drank a bowl of hot soup, then held the bowl in both hands and handed it over: "What the second man of the Li family said was exactly the same as what my master said. After the master read my husband's letter, he had it sealed directly. In the Buddhist hall, it is best to be careful, lest others find out your mistakes. At this time of year, nothing is more important than peace."

This is correct.

Du Yuan was born into a landlord's family. Their family was not a tyrannical landlord, but a rare landlord with a good reputation in this area. The only thing is that their rent collection is 10% less than others, and Du Yuan's father is a charitable person and is very tolerant to his tenants.

Everyone cherishes the hard-won stability.

After sending Du Yuan's servant out, Li Aniang didn't feel gloomy for long. Li Aweng went to Muramasa's house to talk about the matter, so that everyone would pay attention to it, so as not to do something taboo without knowing it.

The more Ji Qing learned about this, he also fell into deep thought. History is a cycle after all, and many things that have happened are always repeated.

In the long history of China, there have been many incidents of extermination of Buddhism. The collision between divine power and imperial power, the results are self-evident.

What we pay attention to is the divine right granted by the monarch. All privileges that override the monarch's power, whether it is ministers or private gentry, have always had bad results.

Dali has a very serious land annexation problem. The land may be in the hands of many people, but it is not in the hands of the civilians with the largest population.

The temple seems to be a very sacred place, but there is a lot of filth inside. Throughout the ages, there have been many people who took advantage of the reputation of Buddhas from all over the world to make money.

Ji Qingyue: "Erlang, does the temple have its own private land?"

Li Erlang thought for a while: "The temple not only has private land, but also private property. The monks do not have to pay taxes or serve as soldiers. They only need to give porridge to the people and pray for blessings every month."

Temples are equivalent to social welfare, but when it comes to enjoying the rights of welfare, very few bear corresponding responsibilities.

"I think what happened this time was not entirely a bad thing. Looking back, it will take a long time to deal with this matter."

Let the bullet fly a little longer.

After chatting with Ji Qingyue for a long time, Li Erlang understood a lot on his own and no longer panicked blindly. His father and eldest brother Sanlang were not at home, so he did not have to think about everything by himself.

In the first month of the year, there were several consecutive blizzards and freezing winds, which not only prevented people from traveling, but also temporarily suspended caravans.

Li Aweng was sitting in the house. He just went out and took a look at the weather. He was almost staggered by the strong wind. Fortunately, he held on to the door frame in time to prevent him from leaning backward: "The snow this year is unusually heavy! If it is not cleaned up in time, the snow will be heavy." It will collapse the roof." Because of his worry, he kept it in mind these days and went out from time to time to observe the snow conditions.

Because of the heavy snow, not only the Li family but also Ji Qingyue were locked in the house and stopped all outdoor activities.

He hasn't left the house for several days.

Unexpectedly, it only lasted one night. When he got up early and opened the door, the snow piled up at the door instantly poured in, which shocked Ji Qingyue.

The snow accumulated in just one night was as high as his knees. He fell into the snow as soon as he stepped on it. With the strong wind, it was impossible to wait for Li Erlang on the bridge, so he could only shovel the snow in front of the door and return to his room. Stay and take care of your own meals.

When the brick house was first built, there was only a kang bed and a separate kitchen stove. There were no other furniture at all, making the room very monotonous.

After all, he was going to live here for a long time. Ji Qingyue took advantage of his free time to think about what he needed to add, and he needed almost everything.

In addition to adding tables and chairs in the house, there is also a need for wooden bridges, otherwise we would have to stand chatting and eating every time.

Li Erlang bought a bucket and a basin. He usually uses the water for bathing in the kitchen. Looking at the empty kitchen, in addition to needing to bake more bottles and cans, he also wanted an iron pot. Pottery pots really don't need to be fired. , boiling water was okay, but it cracked just after frying a vegetable, which simply restricted his ability to improve his cooking skills.

Bedding, with the blessing of an earthen kang, you can spend the cold nights safely with a quilt. It is always a pity that the available quilt is not a cotton quilt.

Now we have obtained cotton seeds. Although there are not many, only five or six, they should be able to slowly figure out a planting process. In addition to the seeds, it also came with a planting instruction. Although it had no actual use, it at least prevented him from having nothing to learn from.

"Cotton seedlings are like fire, and sandy soil is better."

"It likes warmth and sunshine."

The seed owner's previous request for cotton was just to treat it as an ornamental flower. The other instructions on the note were of little use to him. Among them, the poem praising cotton took up a lot of space.

At this point, Ji Qingyue still felt that cotton seeds were too precious and decided to ask for more information.

The snow that fell in the following days became more fierce each time, completely trapping people in the house and relying on the stove to keep warm, and Ji Qingyue was no exception.

As a southerner, he never thought that the snow could fall so heavily, and the snow was so heavy that the thatched roof was a little overwhelmed. If the beams and stringers were not built densely and firmly at that time, he was afraid that it would be covered with snow now. The weight collapsed, how could the light thatch withstand the sudden increase in snow.

Ji Qingyue had to go out to clean the roof every day when the wind and snow were light. He did not have to climb on the roof. He only needed to make a long wooden stick in the shape of a "7", with diagonal braces at the corners, and poke it under the snow along the roof. It will naturally slide down along the slope of the roof.

Since there is a fire kang burning in the house and the house is not large, the heat easily accumulates in the house and rises to the roof. The snow on the thatch slowly melts when exposed to heat, and when exposed to severe cold and ice, a layer of snow quickly forms on the top of the thatch. layer of ice.

With a thin layer of ice, the snow is easier to slide off.

The problem then arises. Thatched roofs absorb water easily. Although it is not dripping now, I am afraid that when the ice and snow melt, the water in these thatches will start dripping, and then his house will become Water Curtain Cave.

The thatched cottage was already low and had no heated bed, and he had reinforced and repaired it before. It had even fewer problems than the brick house. He only needed to sweep away the snow on it.

From this point of view, there is no way to avoid burning tiles.

Now that the snow is as deep as his thighs, Ji Qingyue refuses to let Li Erlang come to deliver food. The two of them have not spoken for almost a month. This period of time is really boring to him. He can't go anywhere. That's it. Stay inside.

It's like being trapped on the cliff of an isolated island, enduring idleness and extreme boredom until it becomes restless and finally calm.

Finally, February is here.

On the day when the snow began to melt, Li Erlang came to the study excitedly, as if to confirm whether Ji Qingyue was still there.

Ji Qingyue was looking at the wet roof with a depressed look. When he heard Li Erlang's call, he wanted to change the arrangement of the roof while walking towards the bridge.

During this month, there have been heavy snowfalls and light snowfalls one after another. Even so, the stream is still not frozen.

The gurgling stream washes away the rocks, grinding away the edges and corners of the rocks. The rocks are randomly arranged in the water, which is very beautiful.

"Yue Lang, do you still have enough food?" Before the heavy snowfall, Ji Qingyue borrowed a bag of food from him and said he would wait until the snow melted before coming out. After all, it was too cold. After not speaking for a month, he was frightened and afraid, fearing that Ji Qingyue would suddenly disappear.

Now that Ji Qingyue was safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Qingyue stayed in bed every day, so he didn't consume much calories, and he still had plenty of food. If water dripping from the roof hadn't hit him in the face, he wouldn't have known that spring was about to begin.

"The snow will not completely melt until March. Then we will be busy planting corn. Do you want to plant some?"

Half of the open space in front of the thatched cottage has been reclaimed by Ji Qingyue, and he wants to reserve the remaining half as paddy fields. Now that Li Erlang asked, Ji Qingyue hesitated. He thought: The newly reclaimed fields are about four to five hundred square meters. , and half of it is paddy field. Although millet is not in his eating habits, it is right to plant some just in case.

There was so much to do that Ji Qingyue had to make a plan: burning tiles, growing vegetables, growing wheat, millet and rice, as well as some chores such as buying furniture.

Li Erlang wanted to help but couldn't, so he could only accept the job of delivering meals. "You can go to the county after the road thaws. Then we will visit Sanlang. Do you have anything you need to buy, Yuelang?"

Ji Qing thought about it more and more, but he couldn't think of anything to buy. Since his quality of life suddenly dropped to the lowest level, he had lost his desire to shop. Being satisfied with food and clothing was enough for him.

"Buy some seasonings." For a month, I had to solve the problem of eating by myself, and there was no longer enough seasonings.

"Okay, I'll buy the rest." Li Erlang took the money handed over by Ji Qingyue, and the two chatted for a few more words before going back.

Li Erlang had something to do at home today, and said he was offering sacrifices to the Stove King. Ji Qingyue forgot to ask, and he didn't know what festival it was.

Ji Qingyue patted his head and went back to check his brick kiln. Apart from being covered with residual snow, there were no other problems.

There is only a thin layer of snow left on the ground, and the land is not frozen. The soil can be obtained by simply pushing aside the snow.

He did what he said. He brought a straw basket, took a basket of soil and carried it back to the house. He then took a bucket to the stream and brought back a bucket of water.

Tiles are not like bricks, which are made into a square frame to make the earth square, but are thin and have curvature.

Ji Qingyue thought to himself: It would be much better if there were bamboo. The curvature would be basically the same.

There was no bamboo, so he wasted some time to find a few pieces of wood of about the same size, peeled off the bark, and covered the pieces of sitting mud on the wood. The soft wood would naturally stick to the wood under gravity, so that he could make a uniform. of arc.

He put the wood and tiles into the house, used heat to slowly dry the tiles, and then put them into a brick oven for firing.

While the tiles were drying in the shade, Ji Qingyue tidied the land. He tidied the vegetable plot behind the thatched cottage, and even went to look at the rice fields. Nothing happened.

Ji Qingyue mixed the remaining snow and soil together, then sprinkled the seeds in, and covered the soil with a layer of pine needles to keep warm.

With magical land protection, seeds can germinate no matter how cold it is, but the speed will be much slower. By the time these seeds grow leaves, the snow has completely melted. Even if there is another light snowfall or two, there is no need to worry about frostbite.

Inside the Chang'an Imperial City Hall

A court meeting was coming to an end. Several officials in court uniforms of different colors were prostrating themselves on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the ground and their expressions unclear.

Some people in the hall were happy, some were sad, and some had deep expressions on their faces, not knowing what they were thinking about.

The official on the dragon chair leaned forward and said in a calm but majestic tone: "On February 2, the dragon raises its head. Now is the time for the snow to melt. Now that you have been appointed, it is time to set off for Jiangnan."

The prostrated officials bowed and thanked them before standing up and retreating back to the crowd.

Then the officials named several officials from the left and right pushers and the household department among the six departments, and asked them to stay for a post-meeting conversation.

The left and right servants were in charge of the Shangshu Province, in charge of the six ministries, and became the left and right prime ministers. Their expressions were indifferent, as if they already knew the official's intention to keep them. However, several officials with relatively junior ranks in the Ministry of Household Affairs looked apprehensive, fearing that the official would assign them another arduous task.

A group of people followed behind the official, not daring to say anything, and those who were close could only make eye contact.

In the study room, the corresponding number of chairs had already been arranged. After the official took his seat, he said, "Sit down."

Zhang Xu, the general manager in front of the palace, led someone to bring the tea cup. The official took a sip before speaking: "You must all know in your heart that Jiangnan's affairs are not over yet. Just removing a few apparently corrupt officials will not be of much use. Send How long can the officials who go down last without colluding with others? Lu Dian, do you still remember how much food was missing in Jiangnan this time?"

Lu Dian, the Minister of Household Affairs who was named by the officials, stood up and said: "Reporting to the officials, this year Jiangnan Road received about 150,000 shi less autumn grain than in previous years. After enumeration and re-estimation, the food shortage amount is more than 1 million shi."

The officials couldn't help but sneer: "This is my Central Plains granary...?"

"Including the embezzled grain and the illegally moved military rations, mulberry fields were planted all along the south of the Yangtze River in an attempt to hoard raw silk to raise the price of silk, embezzle the people's land, and falsely claimed that the people refused to pay the autumn tax. On the surface, they were short of 150,000 shi. The food shortage is actually more than two million dan." Even though Lu Dian had been in officialdom for more than thirty years, he had never seen such a greedy and indulgent food theft incident.

"Bandits, evil religions, unruly people, corrupt officials, powerful people... I have to find a reason, don't you think so." Before anyone could answer, the official continued: "Lu Dian, you came up with the idea years ago. Very good, they want to raise the price of silk, so I will help them and gather the spare food in the hands of the people. Now it’s time to go to the next step. You and your subordinates will go back and count the silver in the warehouse. I will send people with them. You discuss the follow-up. Remember, you must be quick."

After the people from the Ministry of Revenue withdrew, the officials discussed with their servants for a while before they got up and went to the main study room to review the memorial.