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

The next day, Li Erlang finished his day's work in the fields and unexpectedly ate the pickled fish made by Ji Qingyue when he came back.

It was rare for Ji Qing to make a specialty dish, so he specially added a lot of minced garlic and peppercorns to bring out the fragrance, stir-fried it with sauerkraut, poured hot water and cooked a pot of original sour soup.

Put the filleted fish fillets into the hot and sour soup that seems to be boiling but not boiling. Then sprinkle a handful of sesame seeds and raw garlic, and finally pour a spoonful of hot oil. The aroma suddenly explodes and fills the whole house.

Although some steps have been simplified and some ingredients are missing, I still can't help but salivate when I smell the sour soup.

Too sour and too fragrant.

Ji Qingyue came out of the painting just in time for the meal with the soup can in his arms, and sat down with everyone to taste the pickled fish in a lively manner.

After yesterday's experiment, he roughly understood the laws that existed between him and the barrier, and what kind of barrier was needed to let him out.

Since returning to the painting when he went down the mountain yesterday, the mole on his palm had not completely changed color. After a while, when it turned inky, he could not get out no matter how hard he touched the barrier.

Ji Qingyue asked Li Erlang to remember the time. It was about the end of the day, and the next day was just about the same time. The mole on the palm of his hand turned red! !

This means that reading files takes twelve hours a day! !

Li Erlang was very excited when he heard the news. He happily took the clay pot from Ji Qingyue's arms and went to the main hall to eat together!

Everyone warmly welcomes Ji Qingyue’s joining! !

For the Li family, pickled fish is a completely new dish. They have never tasted such a strong sour taste. Li Silang took a sip of the fish soup and frowned at the sourness. He choked on the smell of pepper, but I couldn't help but take another sip. On the other hand, several women in the family like this fresh taste very much. It is sour and choking, which makes people want to drink soup all the time. The numb taste of Sichuan peppercorns stimulates the lips, and it seems that they can feel two lips when they purse it. Trembling.

Grandma Li just came back from her old house in the evening. She has been living in the old house for the past two days. When she goes to work in the fields, she goes directly with her younger daughter-in-law, Mrs. Li Liu.

In a day or two, their land will be finished planting.

After coming back, he was pulled into the room by his wife, and Li Aweng muttered something. She was confused when she heard: "You said he lived in the study, and it was he who saved Tuanlang and Qingniang. I am the only one who was kept secret in this house, and only now do you know?"

Li Awen said: "No, neither Dacai nor Jilang knows about it."

Grandma Li glared at her wife fiercely: "How can that be the same?!" However, she didn't say anything against it, just relying on Ji Qingyue to save their family. This kindness should never be forgotten, let alone Li Erlang. Subtle influence.

"Grandma, Ahweng has eaten!"

As soon as Grandma Li went out, she saw her grandson with a sarcastic face. She didn't think anything about it at first. But when she saw Li Erlang, she felt that she had been kept secret for so long, and she suddenly lost her temper.

"Humph!"

……

Although she didn't express much to Ji Qingyue, she was full of praise for this can of fish soup: "I have never tasted such sour and numb fish soup! It's so fresh! Did Jin Niang make it? I'm afraid this craftsmanship has to be done by someone else. Even restaurant chefs deserve it!!”

Li Jinniang was stunned and looked at her second brother. Li Erlang glanced at Ji Qingyue, who looked embarrassed at the old man who had not communicated with him.

At this time, Li Aweng coughed and looked at Ji Qingyue: "It wasn't made by Jin Niang, it was given by a neighbor."

Grandma Li was stunned for a moment, neighbor?

She was slightly annoyed: "There are no neighbors near our house! Are you kidding me? Which neighbor cooks so deliciously?"

Li Aweng spit out two words: "Study."

"Cough cough cough..." After hearing Aweng's explanation, Li Erlang couldn't help but give a thumbs up silently in his heart.

Neighbors in the study?

Isn't this Ji Qingyue?

Granny Li frowned and looked around at the people at the dinner table. He understood what Li Aweng meant, but not everything. She held the soup bowl in her hand, took a sip of fish soup, and thought for a long time.

While Grandma Li was deep in thought, everyone at the table was eating quietly without interrupting her thinking.

It’s strange to live in a study without being discovered, but how can we grow so many vegetables and now make such delicious fish soup!

Could it be that he is an immortal?

Granny Li observed Ji Qingyue calmly, and saw that Ji Qingyue was sweating profusely. He didn't know how far the old man knew.

After a long time, Granny Li put down the bowl and looked at Ji Qingyue: "Although I don't understand why you can hide in the study, I often see Erlang bringing food in at night. I guess you are always in the study, right?"

Li Erlang and Grandma looked at each other, their eyes widened. Although he didn't deliberately hide it from his family, he was still a little embarrassed to be told so bluntly.

just like……

It was as if I had made an appointment to meet someone at night.

He lowered his head with a rare shy expression.

Ji Qingyue looked at Li Erlang and felt speechless. He nodded in response to Grandma Li: "That's right."

"Um……"

Then Li Erlang finally told the fact that Ji Qingyue lived in the painting, and Grandma Li was stunned while holding the bowl.

Really a fairy!

Grandma Li was silent. After she recovered, she no longer discussed matters about Ji Qingyue, but instead mentioned Grandma Li and Li Changji. They have been gone for more than half a year. Logically speaking, it is time to change the army after May, and they should be home in June.

When talking about Li Changji, Xu Qing showed an expression of expectancy. She wished that her husband would come back soon. Tuanlang was still young and had not seen her father for a long time. Her impression of him had faded a lot, but Xu Qing said that every day I would always mention Li Changji before going to bed at night, so that Tuan Lang would not forget everything.

The child was sitting on a special chair, eating his own food in small bites. When grandma said "Yoshiro", he blurted out: "Jiro is daddy!"

It made the people at the table laugh and dispelled everyone's anxiety.

Xu Qing looked at her young son, and her eyes were filled with happiness when she thought that Lang Jun was coming back.

The next day, Ji Qingyue stood on the hillside feeling depressed. He looked at the cotton seedlings, which still looked like they were dying.

It had just been transplanted to the hillside the day before yesterday. It was not watered, and it was just soaked in the sun. It was no different from before it was transplanted. He watered the cotton last night, and its condition today is even worse than yesterday!

He stepped on a thunderbolt.

No watering is allowed at this stage.

Compared with cotton, the fruits have two completely different shapes. The tree-grown fruits have grown into saplings, and the vine-grown fruits have put up branches. This shows that the magical land has not lost its effect.

So, what went wrong with this cotton?

The water mill is driven by the running water, turning round and round. There is a layer of dried wheat grains in the stone trough. The stone plate rolls over in a circle, and the wheat makes a crackling sound.

Ji Qingyue saw that it was almost done, so he quickly took out the wheat grains and wheat husks and sieved them, then poured the wheat grains in and continued to grind them into powder.

The advantage of water grinding is that it does not require manpower, but the stone trough is relatively narrow, and the amount of grinding at one time is completely inferior to that of hand-pushed stone grinding. However, Ji Qingyue only has one person, and the water grinding can completely satisfy him. With yesterday's sour soup, he can Another bowl of sour noodle soup.

There was a lot of noise in the yard. Li Erlang and the others came back from the fields excitedly and walked into the yard covered in mud.

After nearly two months of busy work, the spring plowing has finally come to an end, and he can now concentrate on his half-acre of land.

Because no one had posted the notice for a long time to apply for the job, Li Silang was never able to go to school. At night, Li Erlang took Shiro and Tuanlang to the study room to study, and asked him to practice more calligraphy.

But this day was a little different. There was one more person in the study, so Ji Qingyue and Li Erlang tacitly pretended that nothing happened and did their own thing.

"Yu Lang, you've fallen behind in your studies. Why don't you come and practice calligraphy with me every night?" Li Silang looked at Li Yu beside him. He couldn't control his strength well and the handwriting was too big.

But his own was not much better, and soon both of them were ordered by Li Erlang to write it again.

Li Yu wanted to come, but practicing calligraphy every day required a lot of paper and pen. He was now relying on Li Silang's family and was too embarrassed to bother him any more.

During the spring plowing, Li Erlang asked him to help and take care of breakfast and dinner every day, but now that the spring plowing was over, he didn't know what reason he had for coming here or how he would survive in the future.

At this age, no one is willing to go to the county to find casual work. Those who are short of people are not short of a child's labor, and those who are not short of people will not look at him at all.

There is no work left in the village.

Li Yu was depressed in his heart, but he carefully finished his homework for tonight before saying goodbye to Li Erlang and the others.

After the outsiders left, Ji Qingyue came out of the painting. He first picked up Tuan Lang, then pinched Shi Lang's face, and then asked: "What was the name of the child just now?"

Li Silang did not stop Ji Qingyue's movements, but let him pinch him casually. He was pinched so hard that his mouth bulged: "He is Li Yu, a classmate who studied together in Shiliang Village."

Ji Qingyue showed an expression of "Sure enough," who would have thought that he would have some interaction with this unfamiliar child five years later.

Li Erlang was very sure that Ji Qingyue could not have seen Li Yu before, but Ji Qingyue's expression was obviously not simple, and he sent Si Lang to take Tuan Lang back.

"Hmph, you have to talk to Brother Ji alone again, and you have to drive me away every time." Li Silang was unhappy.

Ji Qingyue quickly picked up the child and put his face close to comfort him: "Don't be angry. I'll tell you a new story next time!"

"I want to hear the story of the fox demon and the three young heroes!"

"it is good--"

The two sent the child away, and the open door of the study brought in a cool breeze. Now Ji Qingyue had a lot less worries in the Li family, but it was only when Li Erlang was at home. When Li Erlang was away, he probably would not leave the painting. , when I came out, I would just stay in the study and look through the books on the bookshelf, and would not leave the study.

There were only two of them left in the study. In order to save lamp oil at night, the rest of the family usually got together if it was not time to go to bed, chatting and busy with their work at the same time.

"Does Erlang know why I know Li Yu?" Ji Qingyue looked towards the cellar of the study, and decided to tell Li Erlang: "I have never mentioned the adventure I experienced before. First, I didn't think about how to tell you. Second, I don’t know what the consequences will be if I speak out.”

Ji Qingyue's goal of developing into the capital will not change. The key to the problem is that he cannot leave Hua for too long, so it is impossible for him to go to the capital alone.

Letting Li Erlang help is the best choice.

Li Erlang stared at Ji Qingyue intently, watching the firm look in Ji Qingyue's every change of mood, competing with the hesitant expression on his face.

He imprinted all the changes revealed by Ji Qingyue in his heart and thought about it alone.

Ji Qingyue thought for a while, and finally looked at Li Erlang with a serious expression, his tone became solemn, and he began to lay the groundwork.

This gave Li Erlang a bad premonition. When explaining the profound issues in "Two Children's Debate" before, Yue Lang also spent a lot of space to pave the way.

Ji Qing said eloquently that he sank into darkness and opened his eyes to the second year of Guangde.

A desolate lost land with no life left, everything stemmed from that assassination.

……

After hearing Ji Qingyue mention what he saw five years later in a storytelling tone, Li Erlang slowly calmed down from the initial shock.

"Five years later will be the second year of Guangde, so the official death will be in the eighth year of Baoying four years later." Li Erlang sorted out Ji Qingyue's words and listened to his description of what the place they lived in would look like five years later. He felt certain in his heart sad.

Ji Qingyue didn't mention anything about their family, and Li Erlang didn't seem curious at all. The two just discussed ways to get to the capital.

The first way is to wait for Li Sanlang to find an official position in the capital, then they will have the opportunity to enter the capital.

This was obviously not feasible, and Li Erlang directly refused: "It's not that I don't believe in Sanlang. It is possible to enter the capital within four years, but it is too difficult to seek an official position in the capital and meet officials."

Ji Qingyue had long ago eliminated this slow method. It was impossible to take the imperial examination and join the army. He could not see the emperor while doing business. So for him, he could only see the emperor by farming.

This idea coincides with Li Erlang.

Throughout the dynasties, all emperors could not escape the problems of "eating" and "clothing". When Emperor Hui was in power, he summoned and rewarded several civilians who had made outstanding contributions to farming technology, and gave them official positions so that they could step into the court from the farmland.

Ji Qingyue had already constructed a very large agricultural plan in his mind, which could not be completed overnight. "Cotton is our first stepping stone..."

Uh, but the stepping stone has not yet been made.

They chatted until late at night, until Ji Qingyue couldn't help but yawn, but Li Erlang still looked bright and energetic.

"Hey, has the two hours passed long ago?"

After saying this, the two of them realized that Ji Qingyue seemed to have been staying outside longer.

This is good news for Ji Qingyue! How could it still be like this? !

After the two of them discussed staying outside for longer and longer, Ji Qingyue finally couldn't stay any longer. He stood up and said good night to Li Erlang, then turned around and returned to the painting.

Li Erlang has been sitting on the chair in the study room. No one knows that his hands have been squeezed tightly. Even when he was talking about the future with Ji Qingyue, he did not let go. He put them on his knees under the table and pinched them until the blood had faded. .

Even though Ji Qingyue didn't mention anyone in their family, he already guessed the ending.

Their family... will probably end badly.

In the middle of the night, a carriage drove out of the Taishi Bureau in the capital, speeding towards the palace gate at night, and finally arrived in front of the locked palace gate.

With the help of a servant, an old man staggered out of the carriage. He took out a token and a letter and handed them to Zhang Yi, the chief steward who had been waiting at the palace gate for a long time.

"Tai Shi ordered Feng Yuanguang to meet Eunuch Zhang!"

Zhang Yi is over fifty years old, and his body is as strong as that of an old man. He looks on par with the Jinwu Guards guarding the city, and his voice is a bit shrill but not harsh. He took the token and envelope: "Master Feng worked hard and drove here from Donghuang Mountain."

"It's not hard work. This time the Taishi Bureau made a major discovery, so they immediately sent a secret message to the officials. I dare not say it's hard work to make the officials wait until late at night."

Zhang Yi stopped talking nonsense and led Feng Yuanguang into the palace alone.

After walking for a long time, I finally came to the inner study of the official's house.

Zhang Yi asked Feng Yuanguang to wait outside, while he walked in with the envelope. Soon he heard the excited voices of officials coming from the study: "God help me! Let Feng Yuanguang come in quickly!!"

Feng Yuanguang of the Taishi Bureau chatted with the officials for a long time, and it was almost dawn.

As soon as Zhang Yi came back after seeing off Feng Yuanguang, he heard that the officials were sending people to tell the servants to enter the palace.