From the Red Mansion to Riding a Dragon to the Great Desolation

Lin Daiyu put down the pen in her hand and looked at the newly copied "Zhuangzi·Xiaoyaoyou".

"Five hundred years old is spring, five hundred years old is autumn. Eight thousand years old is spring, eight thousand years old is autumn... Is Uncle Chang Qing the perfect person? A god-man? Or a saint?"

"Changqing Xianchang is a god, of course he is a god." Zi Su came in with a bird's nest. "My wife is packing up the gifts, and found many blood swallows, saying that they are the most nourishing, and let sister Baizhi send them."

"This god is not that god." Lin Daiyu frowned: "I don't eat bird's nest, you can share it, and then send this article to the second sister."

Zisu responded with a smile: "Young lady doesn't like Yanzi's saliva, and neither do the sisters in the yard. They keep it for nothing and let it spoil. Why don't you share it with the girls of the Jia family."

Lin Daiyu nodded.

In the grandmother's house, the eldest aunt is not loved by the grandmother, and the second aunt is greedy and strict. Originally, my father didn't show it when he was working in the Ministry of Industry. Since the second uncle was evaluated as a subordinate the year before last, my father was transferred to be in charge of salt drying. There is so much presumptuousness, and the mother refuses to give in. The two families often have quarrels, and because of the story of Jiangzhu returning tears, the parents have a grudge against the Jia family. .

There was noise outside the courtyard.

Zisu frowned and was about to go out to drink, when she saw Xueyan rushing in.

"Gu, girl... a crane came outside with a letter in its mouth!"

Crane delivery?

Lin Daiyu's eyes lit up, and she ran out holding the golden pearl in her heart: "It must be a letter from Uncle Chang Qing."

In the yard, a man-tall crane was walking happily surrounded by maids and women chattering. The red red on its head reflected the autumn light, which was very bright. It had a small silk scarf around its neck and a letter in its mouth.

The maids stepped aside, Lin Daiyu slowed down her pace for fear of startling the crane.

The crane took the initiative to approach, paced around Lin Daiyu, flapped its wings twice, and looked from behind, as if embracing Lin Daiyu in its arms.

The next door received the news and Jia Min covered her mouth.

"This is my silk handkerchief. It turned out to be taken by Uncle Changqing." Lin Daiyu touched the crane's neck and saw a delicate grass embroidered on the corner of the silk scarf, with a bright smile on her face.

Xianhe lowered his head and rubbed Lin Daiyu's cheek, and let go of the letter in his mouth.

"Jiangzhu kisses you." Lin Daiyu remembered the story of Jiangzhu's tears, and the smile on her face faded. When she opened the envelope, there was indeed a piece of flower note inside, with a few numbers written on it. Lin Daiyu's smile instantly widened. Min, waving a flower note: "Mother, Uncle Chang Qing has arrived in the capital and settled down in the West Mountain. Let me ride a crane to see him!"

"Okay, okay, it's cold in the sky, let's change clothes first, let the Crane Immortal rest and recuperate." Jia Min smiled with tears in his eyes, thanking Immortal Chang Qing for not forgetting his daughter.

Since entering Beijing, the family has been surrounded by royal spies. The sage asked the court ministers to teach his daughter the Taoist Book of Changes, and the imperial doctor to teach the meridians and acupoints. The head fairy said that her daughter has a spiritual root and a fairy appearance, and now the news from the courtyard has probably spread to the palace, and it is up to the family to decide whether to go or not.

The Lin Mansion house was bestowed by the emperor, and it is closer to the palace than some palaces. The eunuch Wang Gonggong brought Lin Daiyu the imperial decree from Emperor Mingde, and made Lin Daiyu the county head. There is no need to return to the palace to thank him, and he will go to see Changqing Immortal immediately.

After finishing two plates of snacks, one sauced pork knuckle, two grilled fish, three lion heads, and a bowl of fruit cubes, Xianhe finally motioned for Banxia to bring the cup of clear tea, and let Eunuch Wang wipe his beak. Then he walked to the courtyard, turned his neck towards Lin Daiyu, and signaled her to come over.

Lin Daiyu, who was dressed as a hair ball, couldn't wait a long time ago. She paid homage to Jia Min and Eunuch Wang, and was carried by her mother on the back of the crane, wrapping her arms around the crane's neck.

The crane flapped its wings and lifted its feet off the ground.

"Yu'er..." Jia Min was very worried.

"Hehehe..." Lin Daiyu laughed happily.

The crane flew into the air, circled several times over the Lin Mansion, and flew towards the West Mountain, when someone below exclaimed.

"There is a doll on the crane's back!"

"The crane delivers the child!"

"Roar—" There was a roar of a tiger in the palace, and then a colorful tiger rushed out from the palace gate, and chased the crane on the ground to the west, crossing the streets and alleys, frightening many people. The Yulin guards of the team chased after him on horseback, led by Zhongshun Wang Tufeng.

As soon as Chen Xi arrived in the capital, he sent an invitation to Lin Daiyu, and by the way sent the crane who was as gluttonous as gluttony to eat the rich.

This crane was touched by Chen Xi when he practiced at night in Erluosi. It is very spiritual. It followed Ouzhou to Feizhou and then to Nanmeizhou. After absorbing the spiritual energy, its strength became stronger and its size gradually increased. Flying across the sea, when the black dragon is not around, Chen Xi always rides on it, but this kind of time is rare.

Lin Daiyu saw Chen Xi in white clothes on the hillside from a distance, and waved her hands and called, "Uncle Chang Qing!"

The cranes circled and rolled in the air.

Lin Daiyu hurriedly hugged the crane's neck and screamed in fright.

The crane landed lightly, tilted its head to comb its feathers, and dropped the dumpling on its back to the ground.

There was thick grass on the ground, and Lin Daiyu was wearing thick clothes. She didn't feel any pain when she rolled on the ground. When she got up, she pulled off her cloak and hat in embarrassment. She saluted Chen Xi with a blushing face. The eight or nine-year-old girl was as cute as a flower bud.

Chen Xi floated down the boulder and asked, "Have you ever planted flowers?"

Lin Daiyu was puzzled, but still nodded.

"follow me……"

Before Chen Xi could finish his sentence, amidst the roar of the tiger, a yellow shadow rushed towards him. He wanted to hide, but he was stunned when he met the tiger's spiritual and sad eyes, and was thrown to the ground by the tiger.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The tiger buried its big head in Chen Xi's arms and rubbed it back and forth, making a tender and pitiful cry, like a wife complaining that her husband has been away from home for too long.

Tu Feng climbed up the mountain by throwing Yu Linwei's abandoned horse, and saw Chen Xi holding Lin Daiyu, a fierce tiger on the left, a crane above his head, smiling warmly and sunny, without the slightest haze.

I haven't seen him for four or five years, but his face is still the same, and the white clothes are very glaring against the sunlight.

Tu Feng's eyes hurt, and he murmured: "Chenxi..."

Chen Xi looked up and smiled at Chao Tufeng.

Behind Tu Feng, Habayashi Wei who rushed over panting hurriedly bowed down.

Chen Xi asked Xianhe to pick up Lin Daiyu for the purpose of attracting people.

"You came just fine."

Chen Xi stomped heavily on the ground with his left foot, countless large and small stones flew out from the ground, and the grass was uprooted. The soil was exposed on this gentle hillside, and the stones paved horizontal and vertical trails, dividing the mountain into four and four Square fields.

"Plant the land."

"Planting the land?" Tu Feng was confused.

Habayashi guards are all descendants of nobles, and even the unfavored son of the family has never been born.

A guard asked in a low voice: "My family has a village at the foot of the mountain, can I ask some farmers to come up and plant?"

Chen Xi shook his sleeves, and threw out a bunch of seeds that no one had seen before. He said with a constant smile, "It's a fine seed brought from overseas. The lowest yield can yield twenty stones per mu. Cultivating seeds and promoting them are both Great merit, are you sure you want to give it to someone else?"

The Yulin guards wailed, they didn't know the normal grain yield per mu, but Dagongde could understand, so they dug holes with their swords one by one, and planted the seeds according to Chen Xi's instructions.

"It looks like corn."

"This is sweet potato..."

Although the World of Red Mansions is fictional, but the timeline was during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, there were already shadows of sweet potato and corn among the people, but because of unacceptable water and soil, the yield was not high and the taste was not good, so it was not popularized.

Chen Xi taught everyone how to sow seeds, leaving the crane as a guard, and he took Lin Daiyu to the peak of the Western Mountain on a cloud, and the tiger chased him on the ground.

The highest peak of Xishan Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the top of the mountain has been flattened. In the clouds and mist, there are 36 tall round stone pillars surrounding the city. There is a pool in the center, and the water is gurgling and rolling.

"hold head high……"

The sound of dragon chants like evening drums and morning bells came from the bottom of the water, and the water column rose into the sky. The Dragon King walked out of the water column in light armor, holding a large crystal bowl in his hand.

"The sea eye has been opened, and it is more convenient to travel to and from Xichen Palace by water."

The Dragon King sprinkled the water in the crystal bowl into the air, the water curtain froze and turned into a dome, and the 36 stone pillars became crystal pillars after being drenched with water, forming the Crystal Palace.

"Brother Long, hard work."

The Dragon King took out a golden lotus and was about to throw it into the pool when Chen Xi stopped him.

"Don't you have a normal futon?"

The Dragon King thought for a while, and replaced the golden lotus with a shell with a radius of Zhang Xu, which was covered with pearls.

Chen Xi has no choice but to have a strong friend who is passionate about infrastructure construction. It would be even better if the aesthetics can be more normal.

In the past few years, Chen Xi has been running around the earth, collecting seeds and cultivating weapons. The religious atmosphere in Ouzhou is too strong. The Holy See insists that Chen Xi is the Son of Light, so Chen Xi goes to Meizhou to improve and cultivate grain.

The Dragon King builds large-scale crystal palaces in the Rocky Mountains where he is idle and has nothing to do. He flies around in the shape of a dragon, and he is not angry at being treated as a pet of a god by the aborigines.

After four years, Chen Xi has become a land god who can travel thousands of miles in a blink of an eye. He also has two supernatural powers, and the universe and the holy light shine in his sleeves.

The Qiankun in the sleeve is used to hold things.

Holy Light is the sublimated version of the water of life, which can heal people and animals and promote growth when used on plants.

The grains brought back to the Central Plains are all high-quality products that have been selected after thousands of times of growth. They not only have high yields, but also contain a small amount of spiritual energy, so they are often eaten to strengthen the body.

Yu Linwei was exhausted and half died, leaving two people on duty, Tu Feng returned to the palace to report, and the others received the emperor's oral order that none of them could go home until the immortal seed matured.

"At least twenty stones per mu can be produced." The emperor paced in the imperial study and asked Tu Feng: "Do you know how many stones can be harvested per mu of wheat now? How many stones per mu of rice?"

Tu Feng shook his head, anyway, no matter how much he receives, even if he fails to receive, he will not lose a bite of food.

"Wheat is one and a half to two stones per mu, and rice is slightly more, but only three stones. Even in Huguang, a land of fish and rice, the harvest year will not exceed five stones." Emperor Mingde closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "No matter what the purpose of the immortal is, as long as the food can really reach twenty shi, even if he wants my chair, I am willing to let him sit on it."