salted fish soaring

People from Tiancheng are mostly bad things.

It’s not that grain has never been distributed, but from the county to the town to the township, after layers of exploitation, through the hands of countless officials and landlords, and finally distributed to the villagers, most of them only have a catty or two of beans.It should also be packed in a sack full of sand to increase the weight and show the generosity and benevolence of the immortal officials.

For the "sweetness" of the two catties of beans, the villagers had to travel day and night to the temple to enshrine the golden body.

The old village head took the whole village, old and young, to the village entrance to meet Tiancheng's envoy.

Everyone was worried.The consecration meeting has just been held, and the people who went there have not returned yet. What does it mean for the new immortal official to open a warehouse to release food at this time.

Smoke and dust filled the air, strong winds swept across the ground, and a round of red sun was obscured by huge shadows.

"Such a big magic weapon of the fairy family, could it be that the fairy official came to our village in person?"

"Keep your voice down, do you want to die?"

The Qijue treasure ship descended slowly.With a loud bang, the ship fell to the ground and shook slightly.

Fengsha narrowed his eyes, and everyone immediately bowed down: "Welcome to the immortal official!"

"Cough cough." Zhou Xiaoyun jumped off the deck, covered her mouth and coughed repeatedly, "The sand is so big, isn't there a single tree?"

"Old man, ask me the way, is this Xiaolan Village?" Xu Wangshan followed closely behind, helping the village head up.

"Hey, something bad happened! Brother Song specifically explained that no one can kneel, and no one can worship him." Qiu Dacheng shouted, "Everyone, get up! The new immortal official is most afraid of others kneeling!"

The villagers didn't dare not listen, but they stood up but looked at each other in blank dismay, how could there be an immortal official who would not let him kneel down.

Ji Xing took out a list: "Let me see, what did Xiaolan Village get? Oh, parsnips, shrubs, millet, cattle and sheep, chickens..."

Following her words, the heavy sack was thrown from the boat.The disciples of the outer sect lifted the weight like light, and it was no problem for one person to resist three bags.

The villagers saw the majestic and majestic treasure ship, and the young people who got off the ship were all fairy-like, but they carried chicken necks in their hands and sacks on their shoulders.

The village chief greeted him tremblingly: "Master Xianchang, this is?"

"I was also a mortal, and I only lived in the mountains for a few years. How can I be considered an immortal?" Zhou Xiaoyun smiled, "This is given to everyone by Brother Song, that is, Song Xianguan."

"New Immortal Official? Give it to our village?"

The villagers were shocked.

"Yes, every village has them, but depending on local conditions, the types of things are different, and the total weight is about the same."

The village chief cupped his hands in the direction of Tiancheng: "What is the order of the immortal official?"

How can there be such a good thing as a pie in the sky, so much grain and poultry and livestock, what do you have to pay for it?

The mother held the child tightly in her arms, and the children buried their heads nervously.The old people supported each other with vigilant expressions.

The sacks piled up into a hill, but no one touched them, let alone scrambled for them.

"Of course there are requirements!" Ji Xing counted on his fingers, "Cows can't be eaten, they have to be reserved for arable land, and sheep and chickens can't be eaten up, and a few must be left to lay eggs and cubs, so that there will be more and more in the future. "

"That's it?" The village head asked carefully, "It's gone?"

"It's gone! You are the first village, everyone is here to help out, and we have to go to the next one after we distribute the things."

Facts have proved that not letting Meng Heze come is the wisest thing Song Qianji has ever done.After Meng Heze broke through the foundation building, his external aura was fierce and frightening.

Zhou Xiaoyun and Ji Xing are young girls, one has a sweet smile and the other is lively and cheerful.

Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng hang out in the casino all the year round, with an easy-going temperament.

It is easier to dispel guard and win trust if the four of them lead the team to distribute food.

The atmosphere at the entrance of the village changed instantly, men carried sacks, women held chicken cubs and led livestock.

Laughter, joy and harmony.

The unique fragrance of rice wafts out, refreshing.

Someone weighed the weight and heard the rustling sound of the paddle shell rubbing against each other, and couldn't help being shocked: "It seems to be full of grain!"

He shouted ecstatically: "It's really full of food!"

The villagers clattered and gathered around to watch him open the bag——

The full and yellow husk millet shone golden in the morning sun.

The brilliance seems to have an attractive fragrance.The sounds of swallowing saliva and sniffling sounded one after another, forming one piece.

Pairs of tired or vicissitudes of eyes suddenly brightened, almost green.

The outer disciples were taken aback.

"You can't eat raw ones!" Ji Xing didn't understand the twists and turns of exchanging grain with sand and soil, "What are you afraid of? Of course the grain bags are full of grain."

She opened all the pockets so that everyone could see clearly.

There are millet with husks and millet without husks, all of them are full, like the granary of the landlord's house for the New Year.

The village chief suddenly knelt in the direction of Tiancheng and kowtowed, "Xie Xianguan! Before the autumn harvest this year, the village will no longer be hungry!"

Behind him, hundreds of people, men, women and children from the whole village knelt down together and kowtowed: "Xie Xianguan!"

The ignorant child was pushed down by his mother, and the old man trembled and wanted to go to the ground.

"Get up!" Qiu Dacheng was so anxious that his mouth was bubbling, "Whoever kneels will harm us and Song Xianguan!"

Zhou Xiaoyun said in a low voice: "We work hard on the mountain, at least we can eat enough to eat, and then we don't need to eat bigu. Look at them, they are as old as my parents at home, but they can't even eat, and they are so thin that only a handful of bones are left. .”

The disciples of the outer sect were all born as mortals, and their eyes were sour when they were touched by the scene.

Someone suggested: "Village chief, it's good if the bag is not opened. Now when the corn is exposed and the hen crows, no one can walk."

"Kill a chicken, the baby hasn't seen meat in three years."

The village chief gritted his teeth: "Light the pot on fire, let everyone have a full meal first!"

The villagers cheered up and rushed home holding wooden bowls and firewood.

A cauldron was set up in the open air, and the smoke billowed into the sky like a beacon.

Golden corn, mixed with minced chicken pieces, and sour wild vegetables pickled at home.

After a while, it rolled away, bubbling and bubbling, and hot white steam filled the air.

Piping hot meat porridge served in a wooden bowl.The sweet aroma of grains, the strong aroma of chicken oil, and the hot and sour taste of sauerkraut float all over the village with the wind.

A group of villagers stared at the pot, breathing in the aroma.

Infected by the surrounding atmosphere, the outer disciples also swallowed their saliva in front of the rough and rustic cauldron.

"Mom, it smells so good!"

Among the village women, Huanniang has the most dexterous hands. She watches over the fire and handles the spoon. Xiaohu hugs her thigh and does not let go, "I'm so hungry."

Huanniang knocked him on the head: "We must feed the elders first!"

Zhou Xiaoyun hurriedly said: "We are all bigu, we don't need to eat, you can eat quickly."

The villagers lined up holding bowls and guarding pots.Everyone served a bowl, and then said thank you to the immortal official in the direction of Tiancheng.

The meat porridge hadn't cooled down, and the half-grown child rushed to pour it into his mouth, and it was so hot that he cried loudly.The mother snatched the bowl, blew a spoonful of it cold, and fed it to the child first.

The outer disciples couldn't bear to look closely, nor could they bear to disturb them.

Qiu Dacheng bumped Xu Wangshan with his elbow: "I don't regret leaving the sect and came to Qianqu with Senior Brother Song. How about you, old Xu?"

"Yeah." Xu Wangshan turned his head, wiped his red eyes, and explained: "The smoke is too much, it's smoked. Let's make a bet."

"What are you gambling?"

"Just bet on the place under the management of Brother Song, when will everyone have meat to eat and every family has clothes to wear."

When the villagers were half full, they slowed down, eager to smack each mouthful carefully.

The chicken bones were squeaky clean and did not let go. The teeth were good, and they were crushed and chewed carefully.

The village head sighed: "Such a good meal, only when I was young, 30 years have passed."

At this time, the atmosphere is a hundred times more lively than that of the New Year.

However, Zhou Xiaoyun saw that the woman in charge of the spoon didn't eat meat porridge, but only cautiously looked in her direction, hesitating to speak.

She took the initiative to step forward: "Auntie, do you have something to say to us?"

Huanniang was startled: "Master Immortal, do you recognize Liu Er? The one offering Quyuanli."

There was expectation in her eyes, but she didn't seem to dare to look forward to it, she asked softly, "Is he still alive?"

"Mr. Liu, he is now a Sinog, and when he heals his leg, he will accompany Senior Brother Song..."

Before Zhou Xiaoyun finished speaking, the woman suddenly burst into tears, and pulled the child behind her:

"Thank you, Lord Immortal Master, and thank you, Lord Immortal Official of Tiancheng!"

Zhou Xiaoyun wiped the woman's tears, and Ji Xing saw that the child was cute, so he picked him up to tease him.

Ji Xing changed a few small spells, and the children in the village gathered around and exclaimed, which gave her a sense of accomplishment.

When we parted, a group of children tugged on her skirt and refused to let go: "Sister Fairy! Don't leave, don't go back to heaven."

The village women took the children away and coaxed: "Release quickly, the fairy is going to the next village to deliver chickens."

"You let the fairy go back, so that little dolls like you can eat chicken porridge."

Xiaohu suddenly said: "I see, the fairy is here to give the chicken."

Zhou Xiaoyun almost staggered.

When he came, he was still Master Xianchang, and when he left, he became a chicken delivery team.

……

The chicken delivery team went to all the impoverished villages in Qianqu. Everywhere they went, the crowd was sensational and the fragrance was lingering for miles.

The Song Court in the Immortal Mansion has been silent.

Zhao Ren cried hoarsely, not even passing the courtyard wall.

As the sun set, Song Qianji finished his day's work.

He spread out the map of Qianqu on the stone table, drawing it with his fingers from time to time.

From time to time, vague howling sounds could be heard from the wells in the courtyard, which mixed with the sounds of insects and birds.

After the afterglow of the evening glow dissipated, Song Qianji put away the map, finally walked to the well, and looked down.

Zhao Ren got his wish and guarded the entrance of the treasure house he had been thinking about.However, he was trapped by the formation and couldn't move an inch.

He was ashamed and haggard, and he didn't dare to call Junior Brother Song or Brother Song, so he opened his mouth to call Senior Brother:

"Senior Brother Song, I have given everything, three times. You should also give me a way out."

"Wait a little longer." Song Qianji said, "Heal your injury before you leave."

Every time the "chicken delivery team" issued a message saying that it was not enough, he would ask Zhao Ren to knock on the bamboo pole.

Every farmer may be a master of farming, an expert in farming, or the next carpenter Liu. Being able to make new farm tools similar to Quyuanli is naturally much more important than Zhao Ren.

"Brother Song, I'm here!" Ji Chen appeared by the well carrying gauze, medicine powder and other things, "Zhao Daoyou, I'm here to change your medicine."

Zhao Ren wanted to cry but didn't have any tears. He wanted to scold but didn't dare to scold.

As long as he saw Ji Chen's face, he would think of that bloody and painful night.

That was his eternal nightmare.

After Song Qianji dropped the bamboo stick that night, Ji Chen took out a handkerchief of ice silk satin brocade and wiped his hands:

"Brother Song is a literati and elegant scholar, with a flair for style. Your hands are the hands that hold a pen and play chess. Seeing them stained with blood always makes me feel uncomfortable."

Zhao Ren wailed in his heart, what a literati!

Is your literati like this?

"So..." Ji Chen took a deep breath, and said firmly, "Let me do it in the future. I will do these things for Brother Song. Don't dirty Brother Song's hands."

Zhao Ren almost died of anger.Is there a normal person here?

Song Qianji thought to himself, your face was pale just now, your legs were trembling, and you looked like you were about to vomit, why did you suddenly become bold.

Don't wake up to something terrible.People who died in your formation in the previous life were often tortured, so forget it in this life.

Song Qianji smiled: "When you can not do it, try not to do it."

"I know." Ji Chen nodded, looked at the trembling Zhao Ren, and silently added the second half of the sentence:

When it's time to do something, you must do it ruthlessly, which not only saves effort and time, but also has quick results.

Song Qianji said: "Injury is not an end, but a means, you should bandage him."

"Good brother Song!"

Facing Zhao Ren, Ji Chen worked meticulously, picking out the bamboo thorns that were stuck in the meat one by one, digging out the carrion, and finally covering it with a layer of gold-creating medicine for mortals.

Zhao Ren was covered in cold sweat and was in so much pain: "You kill me with one sword!"

Ji Chen said sincerely: "Zhao Daoyou, life is precious, don't look for life and death easily. It's not too late to turn back from the wrong way and turn back to the right."

After another dressing change, the underground wailing gradually weakened.

"How is it?" Song Qianji asked.

"It's almost over. The monk will recover quickly, brother Song, don't worry." Ji Chen said confidently.

The "Qianqu chicken delivery team" entered the door at this time, and the four of them were beaming.

Ji Chen immediately greeted Ji Xing: "Silly sister, you didn't cause trouble, did you? Didn't you make a big mess?"

He said so, but with a concerned expression, he walked around Ji Xing first to make sure that Ji Xing was safe and sound.

Ji Xing rolled his eyes at him: "There is no trouble! Everywhere I go, the locals call me a fairy, okay?"

"Qianquren's eyes are not very good." Ji Chen said disgustedly.

"Thank you everyone!" Song Qianji laughed.

Qiu Dacheng said: "It's not hard work, everyone is very grateful to us!"

Ji Chen was curious and excited: "You go to distribute food, what do you say?"

"Of course I said good things." Xu Wangshan looked at Shang Jichen's sincere eyes, couldn't bear to lie, his smile became a little forced,

"But there are also people who spread rumors and actually said——"

"say what?"

Zhou Xiaoyun sighed: "Let them have a full meal before they die, to calm down their grievances, and then the new immortal officials will send them to sacrifice to heaven."

"Ah?" Ji Chen looked bewildered, "Jitian?"

"Some people also say that the new immortal officials have cast spells on those grains and livestock, and if they eat too much, they will become his puppet slaves." Ji Xing also sighed.

"Isn't it? Some people believe this too!" Ji Chen laughed angrily.

He thinks this idea is so strange that most people really can't think of it.

I also feel uncomfortable, no matter how hard I worked, I was wronged like this.

"It's unreasonable, Senior Brother Song, what should we do now?" Ji Chen slapped the table.

"What should I do?" Song Qianji asked.

"How do we explain that?"

"No explanation."

Song Qianji thought, Carpenter Liu's injured leg should heal tomorrow.Meng Heze, whom he sent out on errands, should also be back.

He is very busy and has many ideas for farming and land reclamation waiting to be practiced.

What others say does not affect his work.

Seeing that Song Qianji was as calm as ever, the four of them thought he had been prepared, and felt relieved:

"It is impossible for the people to trust us in a short while. Words are unfounded, and only a long time will tell people's hearts."

"We stay the same for all the changes!"

……

In the south of Tiancheng, a mansion second only to the Immortal Mansion is brightly lit.

The old man sitting in the first seat asked, "Has the news spread out?"

The young man standing in the hall said respectfully: "Yes."

"What's the reaction from the Immortal Mansion? Has anyone come out to explain?"

"They haven't responded."

There was an uproar in the hall.Eagerness and anxiety were almost written on everyone's faces.

The status of the immortal officials in Qianqu County is superb, but they never care about vulgar things. The real power is in the hands of the three clans.

A fairy official of flowing water, a powerful family of iron.They are no strangers to fairy officials, and even summed up a set of methods to deal with them, which have been tried and tested.

Until I met Song Qianji who didn't follow the routine.

"I heard that the new Immortal Official wants to exempt all taxes, and only collect tax on fields of more than [-] acres. Whoever has more land will pay the tax!"

"I also heard that he is going to visit Qianqu himself!"

"We are all in the same boat, if we don't think about it, we will only die!"

The old man in the first seat suddenly opened his eyes, stopped drinking, and the quarrel stopped immediately:

"What, there is another plan. Although it is a bad idea, it may not be impossible to try!"