That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 429 Walking with the sword, the wind is fast

Jiangdu City is known as the second largest city in the world next to the imperial capital. There are no less than one million people in the city. To support such people, that is, the rich and wealthy in the south of the Yangtze River can barely support themselves with two crops a year. The water transportation of the Grand Canal can only be maintained by transporting grain.

Thirty miles away from Jiangdu City, there is a golden rice field that seems to stretch to the end of the sky. There is no end in sight. After the flood in the 21st year of Taiping, the 22nd year of Taiping finally ushered in a good year.

The fields can be divided into fertile and good fields and barren and thin fields. The fields here can basically be classified as good fields, and [-]% of them belong to the dignitaries of Jiangdu and Jiangzhou. Among them, there is also a share of Jianzong. There was a Zhuangzi specially set aside by Zhang Xueyao and donated to Xu Beiyou.

After Xu Beiyou took over the Zhuangzi, he would come over occasionally to have a look. The tenants in the Zhuangzi didn't know the true identity of the owner, so when they saw him coming here from time to time, they regarded him as the new manager.

Today is the day of harvesting rice, the steward came again, and brought a follower, but today both of them changed into coarse clothes, with their trousers pulled up high, bare feet, it looked like they wanted to go to the field to harvest rice by themselves.

Naturally, the tenants did not dare to ask the lord in charge to help, but they couldn't stand the lord in charge insisting on doing so, so they had to let him go to the fields, at most it would be a waste of some grain, it didn't matter, if it spoiled the lord Guan's interest, that would be a shame. That's a disaster.

But what everyone didn't expect was that the lord in charge was extremely skilled in these farm tasks, and he didn't complain about hardships or tiredness, but he was more like a farm boy than the tenants.

However, the steward's servant was a little helpless, clumsy, and destroyed a lot of rice, which made the tenants secretly feel distressed. The fields are covered.

They worked until sunset, and only half of the rice had been harvested, and it seemed that it would take two or three days. After all the tenants quit their work and left, the two still stood in front of the field, showing no intention of leaving.

Xu Beiyou, who went to the ground himself, stood in the ditch, bending over to wash off the mud stained on his feet.

Feng Lang, who was recently promoted by Xu Beiyou as a follower, stood aside and said with emotion: "I didn't expect the young master to do something."

"What's the matter?" Xu Beiyou straightened up and said with a smile, "When I was in the northwest, I did a lot of these things. Although rice is grown here in the south of the Yangtze River, it's pretty much the same, so there's nothing difficult about it."

Feng Lang laughed dryly, obviously he didn't really believe Xu Beiyou's words. Even if Mr. Han Ge fled to the Northwest after his dismissal, he was still a veteran of the imperial court. Would it be impossible to let the dignified son of the Han family handle the farming affairs himself?
Xu Beiyou didn't mean to explain too much. After cleaning the mud on his feet, he put on his shoes and put down his trousers. Feng Lang asked, "Young Master, are we going back to the city?"

Unexpectedly, Xu Beiyou shook his head and said, "What are you doing back home? The women in the family, big and small, can't be beaten or scolded. The noise gave me a headache. I managed to hide today. Naturally, I have to be quiet."

During this period of time, Xu Beiyou began to prepare for the affairs of the Northern God Capital. He planned to return the authority of Jianzong in Jiangdu to his wife, and she would preside over the affairs of Jianzong on his behalf. At the same time, Wu Yu and Li Qinglian would assist him. It can be regarded as accumulating some experience.

As for who to bring to the imperial capital, Xu Beiyou meant that he would not take anyone with him, and it was arranged by Han Xuan, but Zhang Xueyao and Wu Yu disagreed, and even Li Qinglian, Song Guanguan, Zhang An and others were also quite critical. He couldn't hold back a group of women, so he could only put the matter on hold for the time being, and then found an opening to hide with Feng Lang.

Now Xu Beiyou somewhat understands why Master did not return to Jiangdu all the year round.

Feng Lang was infected by Xu Beiyou, and because he had the lowest status, he kept a respectful distance from those women soldiers, and said kindly: "Everything should be arranged by the young master."

Xu Beiyou stopped and stood, looking far away at Jiangdu, where only the outline could be vaguely seen, and said with a light smile: "Back then, when Mr. Wang commented on the capitals of the world, he said that the imperial capital was holy inside and the king outside, that the gods were old and strong, and that the central capital was used together with kings and hegemons. It is said that Beidu's swordsmanship is slanted, and Xuandu is peerless and independent, but he used the word charming to Jiangdu."

Feng Lang was stunned for a moment, chewed carefully, and said hesitantly: "The word charming seems to be used to describe women."

Xu Beiyou nodded and said, "In my opinion, Jiangdu is a graceful woman lying on the bank of the great river. Even this city belongs to a group of women."

Feng Lang felt sorry for him.

Not to mention other places, let's just talk about Jianzong. Since the death of Gongsun Sect Master and Shangguan Master Uncle, it seems that only the young master is left with real power.

Speaking of himself, other sects have one senior sister and many senior brothers, but here it is reversed, there are countless senior sisters and junior sisters, and men are in the minority.

It is said that what is rare is the most precious, and the junior sisters in other sects are protected and spoiled, but when they come to him, they still have to do a lot of dirty work, and even because of the scarcity of men, they are more.When he first joined Jianzong, he moved the warehouse on a rainy day. He carried twenty long swords by himself, and was exhausted, while most of the seniors and seniors held three or four swords in their arms, laughing and playing, which was even more excessive. What's more, they specially assigned two junior sisters to hold umbrellas for him in turn.

Whenever he thinks of this matter, while he feels inexplicable grief and indignation, he also seems to have a little secret joy that is inhumane.

Xu Beiyou walked slowly along the ridge of the field, stretched out his hand to brush the heavy ears of rice, smelled the unique rural atmosphere of the field, and had a rare relaxed smile on his face, "It's not a good thing that there are too many women in the clan , it’s not that I underestimate women, but that it’s better for a man to do the killing.”

Feng Lang didn't dare to answer rashly.

Xu Beiyou didn't expect him to talk to him, and continued, "I'll give you a letter. I'm going to Beijing God City in a few days. You pack up and come with me."

Feng Lang's eyes widened suddenly.

He naturally knew the support and value contained in Xu Beiyou's words. If he could seize this opportunity, he might not be able to become the second Song official.

After being shocked, Feng Lang immediately knelt down on one knee and said in a deep voice, "Yes."

Xu Beiyou waved him to get up, and returned to the previous topic, "Since Jiangdu belongs to those women, we will not go back to Jiangdu today. Do you know any good places to go in Jiangzhou? You might as well go and have a look. If you go to the imperial capital , I am afraid it will be difficult to have such a carefree situation today."

Feng Lang thought for a while, and replied: "If we talk about the best places in Jiangzhou, Guangling Mansion is still the place to go. The Slender Lake and Guanyin Mountain there are both excellent places, and the top ten famous dishes such as thousand-layer oil cake and emerald siu mai are also good places." Excellent food."

Speaking of this, he subconsciously looked up at the sky, "It's getting late today, I'm afraid we won't be able to make it, why don't we go tomorrow?"

Xu Beiyou shook his head and reached out to grab his shoulder.

The next moment, Feng Lang exclaimed, and found that he was already above the nine heavens, surrounded by misty clouds, a round of red sun and setting sun above his head seemed to be within reach, and a long sword with a green front was under his feet.

This is the legendary walk with the sword! ?
This is the celestial immortal master's journey in the morning and the sea and in the evening! ?

Then he heard Xu Beiyou say stand still, and then the flying sword suddenly accelerated, like a stream of light, it disappeared at the end of the sky in an instant.

Although there is no arrogance at all, it is still a thousand miles of bliss.

(End of this chapter)