Cultivate Taoism and farm to make peace in the world

Chapter 157 Commenting on the door and talking about the world, inspecting the Qingshui River

Is Wang Donglai dead?

died.

But is it dead?

not at all.

With the proficiency of "Tao" reaching 2%, "Star Number" has been cultivated to transcendence and sage, and Jiang Xuan is about to enter the Tao realm. Jiang Xuan uses "Star Number" to calculate the transcendence below the fourth realm.

So he knew exactly what kind of plans Wang Donglai was planning.

It is nothing more than sacrificing other families in Sixi County, sacrificing people who know their secrets, and then sacrificing the whole Wang family, giving himself a chance to be a ghost, and giving his illegitimate child a chance to live.

So such a ruthless person, do you want to kill the grass?

Jiang Xuan nodded in his heart.

Of course.

Although this guy is sensible enough, it is unlikely that he will retaliate against himself in the future, but what if?
This guy is too ruthless, it is more reassuring to die completely.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan had a thought, and after communicating with the innate bitter bamboo, he gave an order to Jin Jiao, and then his eyes fell on Fang Yuan again.

"Wang Donglai is indeed ruthless, but it's better to be more ruthless."

"After cleaning up the fattest moths, the smaller moths can only tremble. Sixi County is equivalent to a blank sheet of paper, allowing Magistrate Fang to scribble on it."

Fang Yuan waved his hand when he heard the words:

"The Taoist priest doesn't need to test the subordinate officials. If he can come to Sixi County to take up the post, then the subordinate officials will know what to do and what not to do."

"To put it nicely, Xiaguan is the parent official of hundreds of thousands of people in Sixi County. To put it bluntly, Xiaguan is a mascot on the bright side, so the Taoist priest can tell Xiaguan anything."

Looking at Fangyuan who put his status in the door, Jiang Xuan smiled a little embarrassedly.

It's really embarrassing to let a sub-sacred-level strongman of the fourth level of cultural cultivation say such things in front of him.

But although he felt embarrassed, Jiang Xuan did not forget what he should say:

"Pindao has a younger brother named Jiang Wen, who is a student of Mr. Dan, the dean of the Sixi Academy of Arts. He just stepped into the literary realm last year."

"Pindao wants him to take advantage of the big changes in Sixi County to participate in the post-event governance."

"Of course, my younger brother has not been studying for a long time, so he may be a little immature in dealing with various matters, so I ask the county magistrate to take more care of him."

Fang Yuan nodded upon hearing the words:

"Jiang Wen is not only a disciple of Master Dan, but also a descendant of my Wenxiu. Even if the Taoist priest doesn't say it, I will train him."

"The former county magistrate of Sixi County has already been imprisoned for promiscuous worship of evil gods, and the lower officials can't do without an assistant. Why don't we let Jiang Wen temporarily take the post of magistrate?"

"Perhaps there were some mistakes at the beginning because he was not familiar with people's livelihood and political affairs, but after all, he is the proud son of heaven who has cultivated literary spirit at the age of 15. The officials feel that he can take on this important task."

Looking at Fangyuan's righteous words, Jiang Xuan couldn't help feeling that these Wenxiu were really thick-skinned when they got thick-skinned.

Regardless of whether it was using the inheritance of other local tyrants and evil gentry to borrow flowers to offer Buddha, or the current strictness of righteousness, it is all taken for granted.

Really great.

After expressing his emotions, Jiang Xuan first thanked him, then changed his voice and said:

"Besides the matter about my brother Jiang Wen, there is one more thing that Pindao needs the help of the county magistrate."

"Master, please tell me."

Hearing this, Jiang Xuan pointed to Xiao Bi An who was fishing by the lotus pond:
"Pindao wants the county magistrate to issue a notice. The content of the notice is that as long as there are stonemasons who are willing to work for the poor, then the poor will not only pay the wages, but also allow them to watch and emulate."

"In addition to Bi An, Pindao also has spirit beasts such as the Great Phoenix, Jiaolong, and Huo Dou in his hands. As long as the Pindao is satisfied, the Pindao can let them watch and emulate."

"Of course, Pindao is about to enter the country and give birth to ingenious stonemasons."

"Don't come here to make up for it."

After Jiang Xuan finished speaking, Fang Yuan thought about it for a while, then nodded:
"This matter will be notified to all the towns today, and if the yamen servants in the town are sensible, they will be notified to all the villages tomorrow at the latest."

"In addition, Xiaguan will also contact his friends and ask them to spread the news to the outside world."

After receiving Fangyuan's reply, Jiang Xuan understood it.

It seems that Shimen must have some unknown transaction with this group of Wenxiu, otherwise it would be impossible for others to be so diligent.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan thanked again, "Then I would like to thank County Magistrate Fang."

Fangyuan just smiled:
"My own people, don't be so polite."

After saying that, the two looked at each other and smiled, and after chatting for a few more words, Jiang Xuan took Xiao Bi An to leave.

He didn't look at the inheritance copied from various families.

It's not Qinggao, but he took the time to glance at the warehouse of the county government just now.

There are spiritual objects inside, but the spiritual energy of the spiritual objects is not high, so Jiang Xuan didn't bother to take them.

Walking on the street with Bi An, Jiang Xuan didn't mind seeing that the crowd was three meters away from him.

Since he was wearing a Taoist robe and taking Xiao Bi An out, he had already expected this scene.

Walking into Sixi Building, Jiang Xuan just entered, and saw a storyteller on the stage in a long robe, with white eyebrows and hair, opened a folding fan, and took a picture of Xingmu in his hand:
"Today let's talk about what happened in Wucha Town two days ago."

"Three days ago, when the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the night was clear and the wind was clear. A group of 20 heavenly soldiers came from here."

Before finishing a sentence, the storyteller sitting on the high platform saw Jiang Xuan who walked into the restaurant and stared at him with a smile.

Then he stuck the rest of the words in his throat, hesitating and unable to speak.

"He Lao Liu, you really said it."

"That's right, the huge Wang's family turned into a piece of white space overnight, who did it?"

"Didn't the yamen say that? The Wang family was accused of doing many evils, and the clan land was turned into white land by the county soldiers. I think He Laoliu is just to join in the fun, so he wanted to compile the affairs of the Wang family into a story."

"Make money, it's not shabby."

"If the Wang family is still there, see if He Laoliu dares to arrange them like this."

"Can you believe what the yamen says? I think what Lao Liu said is true."

"Who cares about his script or what? I just love to listen. He Lao Liu, please speak quickly. If you agree, you will be rewarded."

Those listening to the book in the audience kept discussing, but He Laoliu on the stage trotted off the stage after wiping off his cold sweat, and bent over to come to Jiang Xuan:

"Jiang Daochang, why did you come to Sixi Restaurant?"

Just said a sentence in the script, and was caught by one of the masters on the spot.

The master still had a bad temper. He had just single-handedly manipulated the destruction of more than [-] families in Sixi County, which directly led to the death of thousands of monks. He Laoliu expressed that he was a little panicked.

Those listening to the book saw He Laoliu standing in front of Jiang Xuan nodding and bowing, and immediately closed their mouths and became quiet.

Right and wrong just because of more exports.

These small people who have some spare money to listen to books know how to survive better than anyone else.

If it weren't for Jiang Xuan standing in front of the gate, some people would have been ready to flee.

Looking around at Sixi Tower where the needle drop could be heard, Jiang Xuan looked at the old man in front of him and said:
"Liyuan sings all the sorrows of the past and the present, criticizes the door and talks about world affairs with a smile, so the poor can't come to the restaurant to listen to books?"

Hearing what Jiang Xuan said, He Lao Liu straightened up:

"Is the Taoist priest here to judge the door?"

Pingmen, also known as "Jinjin" or "Jianpan", is a school where storytellers hug each other to keep warm.

Although the storyteller is cautious in his words and deeds, that time refers to ordinary times.

If it was a matter of judgment, they would straighten up.

After all, criticizing doors has almost become their belief.

Looking at He Laoliu with a serious face, Jiang Xuan nodded:
"I did have something to ask for Pingmen today, are you a disciple of Pingmen?"

He Laoliu picked up the folding fan upon hearing this, and clasped his fist at Jiang Xuan:

"He Zhonggui, the 170th third-generation disciple of Pingmen, has met Daoist Jiang."

Jiang Xuan was not surprised to see He Laoliu directly yelling out his identity, he just waved his whisk and returned a salute:
"Jiang Daoxuan of the Shenxiao sect has met He Pingshu."

Seeing this, He Zhonggui first invited Jiang Xuan to the private room upstairs, and then he cupped his fists and looked at the people in the hall:

"Little old man has a distinguished guest today, and the matter of storytelling is postponed to the afternoon, do you have any objections?"

"It's nothing, the storyteller can go on his own."

"That's right, it's the Taoist priest's business that matters, we don't care what we are."

Looking at the flattering crowd, Jiang Xuan just shook his head, and then took the lead upstairs.

He Zhongrui clasped his fists again and apologized to everyone, and then followed Jiang Xuan upstairs.

"Why did the Daoist ask me to comment on the sect?"

After the boy poured tea and exited the room and closed the door, He Zhonggui asked with some doubts:
"Is it because of what happened in Sixi County these days?"

Jiang Xuan shook his head:

"If you don't want the news about Sixi County to spread, the poor Taoist sect would have contacted you a long time ago, why would you make up a book?"

He Zhonggui smiled awkwardly when he heard the words:
"Why did the Taoist leader find the little old man?"

Jiang Xuan tapped the table with his fingers, made a 'click' sound and said:
"The script of Sixi County can be spread, and the wider the spread, the better."

"But there are some details that need to be revised."

He Zhonggui's eyes lit up when he heard this:
"Master, please tell me."

"The story book is poor and doesn't understand, so I don't make any comments."

"Pindao has only one requirement, and that is that you have to make this little guy into it."

Following Jiang Xuan's fingertips and turning his gaze to Xiao Bi An, He Zhonggui's eyes became brighter:

"Quan?"

"Qi An of the Seven Sons of the Dragon?"

"That Bi An in the legend likes to be anxious for justice, to speak up for justice, to be able to distinguish right from wrong, and to judge impartially?"

Jiang Xuan gave him a thumbs up:

"Worthy of being a senior judge of the door, he is indeed well-informed."

"Aren't the Taoists afraid that others will attack Xiao Bi An after they know you have Xiao Bi An?"

He asked a question first, then He Zhonggui asked himself and answered:

"That's right, the Taoist priest is a member of the Shenxiao sect, why should he be afraid of other people's ideas?"

After asking and answering himself, he narrowed his eyes again:

"Let the Taoist priest know that I changed what happened a few days ago into a storybook in a restaurant. It's because this happened in Sixi County, and people in the county like to hear it."

"If you want to take this script outside, it may be unacceptable."

"The storytellers in our door-to-door review rely on storytelling for a living. If the Taoist priest wants us to help spread this matter, that's fine."

Seeing He Zhonggui's little finger, ring finger, and middle finger together, and the universal gesture of thumb and index finger, Jiang Xuan couldn't help but smile, and then took out five hundred thousand yuan banknotes:

"A disciple who criticizes the door reads a book every day, and a book is worth a thousand gold."

"Of course, Qianjin is a joking name, but I still know the rule that one thousand treasures are needed to judge a disciple's storytelling."

"Here is 500 million treasure notes, enough for [-] storytelling sessions for disciples of Pingmen."

After glancing at the banknotes on the table, He Zhonggui asked again:
"Where does the Taoist priest want a disciple to tell the story?"

"Jiaxiang and Junan in Dongshan Prefecture, Suide in Northern Shaanxi Province, Xinjiang in Xishan Prefecture, Quyang in Beihe Prefecture, and Jun County in Nanhe Prefecture."

After Jiang Xuan finished speaking, He Zhonggui nodded thoughtfully:

"The little old man understands that the news of Bi An's birth in Sixi County will reach the mason's ears through the Pingmen."

"As for how those stonemasons will be selected, it is beyond our control."

Seeing that He Zhonggui guessed his own thoughts, Jiang Xuan was not surprised.

This is his conspiracy.

Come when you want, don't come and fall.

When things get out, there will always be stonemasons willing to come.

The stonemason is here, is it okay to pick some smarter disciples for him from all over the world?

Come and go, won't this inheritance stay?

Even if there are no stonemasons, the inheritance of stonemasons can still be found.

It's just that there is no master to guide, so self-study is slower.

But with bitter bamboo, as long as the inheritance is introduced, Jiang Xuan is not worried at all that he will not be able to train tool people.

Seeking more stonemasons to enter Sixi County, one is that Jiang Xuan wants to save time, and the other is to expand the talent pool.

There is never too much talent.

After discussing some details with He Zhonggui again, Jiang Xuan immediately walked out of Sixi County Restaurant with Xiao Bi An.

It will be February [-] soon, so he has to walk around to see if there is a real disaster when the dragon jumps into the water.

But what Jiang Xuan didn't expect was that he was stopped by a strong old man as soon as he walked out of Sixi Restaurant.

The old man stared at Xiao Bi An with bright eyes for a long time, and then his eyes fell on Jiang Xuan:
"But the priest wants to recruit craftsmen to do the work?"

Looking at the chisel and hammer pinned to the old man's waist, Jiang Xuan understood clearly:
"The old man is a stonemason?"

The old man nodded:

"Old man Liu Hanwu, a stonemason who has realized ingenuity."

"I saw a notice posted in the yamen saying that the head wants to recruit people to do the work. As long as the work is done to the head's satisfaction, you can observe the gods and beasts. I wonder if this is true or not?"

Jiang Xuan nodded:

"Of course it's true."

"However, Pindao still has important things to do today. If Master Liu wants to work, he might as well go to Pindao's Bamboo Mountain and wait."

Craftsmen also have unique ways of practicing.

In other words, all the ancient inheritances of China in this world have their own cultivation methods.

Masons, blacksmiths, and carpenters can all produce ingenuity through their respective inheritance.

After the ingenuity is born, the things they make will be miraculous, so they are also called master craftsmen.

Looking at Liu Hanwu who hesitated to speak, Jiang Xuan continued:
"Master Liu, don't worry, as long as he can carve a stone statue that satisfies the poor, the poor will never renege on his promise and become fat."

"Besides, the requirements of the poor are not high. Since you have already realized the ingenuity, the requirements of the poor are not difficult."

"As for your desire to observe Xiao Bi An, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"If Xiao Bi An gets close to you, Pindao doesn't mind letting him visit your house every day."

Seeing Liu Hanwu's excitement was beyond words, Jiang Xuan smiled and flew towards the Qingshui River with a cloud head.

Liu Hanwu basically couldn't escape.

With Liu Hanwu, is Liu Hanzao and Liu Hanwan still far away?
In this era of the same family, stonemasons have many connections with stonemasons. As long as you don't break your promise, there will be an endless stream of stonemasons coming to Sixi County in the near future, right?
When the number of stonemasons is sufficient, there will be no shortage of stone statues for suppressing and dredging the veins of the earth and water.

It is necessary to find a lot of high-quality stone materials.

Flying to Qingshui River with thousands of thoughts, Jiang Xuan saw a simple earthen house rising from the flat ground from a long distance away.

Around the house, children in new clothes chased each other, women washed and cooked, and grown men stood with the old man, looking towards the direction of Qingshui River and sighing.

At the front of the earthen house group, there are county soldiers riding on dragon-scaled horses, warning the approaching people not to cross the border.

Seeing that the temporary living area was fairly orderly, Jiang Xuan couldn't help but nodded.

"The earth house seems to have been built by Tu Yaobing, so is this place Jiang Wen's handiwork, or Zhao Mingming's handiwork?"

Lowering the cloud head, he came under an old locust tree, and then a shout of respect reached Jiang Xuan's ears:

"Shangxian.", "Guru.", "Real Man".
Putting down his Taoist robe and helping everyone up out of thin air, Jiang Xuan then walked to an old man who was still in good spirits.

"Old man, when did you move to this place?"

The old man in new clothes rubbed his hands, looked at Jiang Xuan cautiously, and then boldly said:

"So that Shangxian can know that we moved here three days ago."

Seeing the old man calling himself Shangxian, Jiang Xuan thought for a while without refuting the title, and continued to ask:
"Why did you move here? Did the Yamen embarrass you?"

Perhaps it was because of Jiang Xuan's soft complexion that the timidity of the old man was gone, and he explained the cause and effect one by one:

"The yamen didn't make things difficult for us. We came here voluntarily."

"Three days ago, a scholar came to the village with a group of yamen servants. He said that the Qingshui River was going to flood on February [-], the day when the dragon raised its head, so let us retreat ten miles."

"I've lived by the river for decades, so I don't know if the Qingshui River will flood?"

"But I can't help that the scholar is eloquent and persuaded most people in the village."

"The scholar also told those people that as long as they go, the Yamen will give everyone a new cotton jacket, three months' food, and three catties of meat."

"In addition, families who go there can also enjoy tax exemption for half a year."

"It's just that if there are no people in the village, you can only get half of the new clothes, food, and meat, and the tax can only be exempted for three months."

"The yamen has said so, if I don't come here, won't I become a sinner in the village?"

"And I thought that February [-] is only a few days away, so I came here with the villagers."

Having said that, the old man laughed again:
"But the scholar didn't lie, he did not lack anything he promised, and he gave us everything."

Looking at the smile on the old man's face, and feeling the mixed emotions of joy and worry among the people in the temporary camp, Jiang Xuan nodded immediately.

I don't know who came up with the trick of dividing and transforming, and using profit to lure.

But it works well.

At least for a few days, there will certainly be no public complaints.

And when there is really a flood on February [-], the people will only feel grateful.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan thought of the scholar who moved to the village.

I don't know if the scholar is his brother.

If it is, then it should be well educated.

As a Wenxiu, how can he do good deeds without leaving his name?

The people have to be grateful to death.

Thoughts surged in his heart, Jiang Xuan chatted with the old man for a few more words, then drove up to Qingming again, and began to patrol the banks of the Qingshui River.

It is better to be prudent first than to avoid failure later.

(End of this chapter)