Cultivate Taoism and farm to make peace in the world

Chapter 16 Want a Daughter-in-law or Not?
Looking at the reputation, isn't his stupid third brother showing his head from the steps?
After a while, another fat man with big ears and thin hair, wearing a white Confucian robe, a lun scarf, and a lupine in his hand climbed up the mountain.

Afterwards, another servant carried various boxes and potted plants on his shoulders, staggeringly followed behind the fat man and appeared from the steps.

But the two servants in the servants' clothes seemed familiar?

While thinking about it, the fat man quickly took two steps forward and passed Jiang Wu, stood in front of Jiang Xuan and bowed:
"Hello, Daoist Jiang, I am Zhou Song, the eldest son of Zhou in the county seat, and Zhou Yu, the magistrate of Sixi County, my father."

As soon as Zhou Song finished speaking, Jiang Wu who walked to Jiang Xuan's side immediately picked up the words:
"Brother, Brother Zhou is here to give you a gift."

Glancing at Jiang Wu, who had already been wooed by someone before going up the mountain, called someone else's big brother, and winked at himself, Jiang Xuan frowned slightly, then waved the whisk in his hand:

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Jushi Zhou and Pindao have never met, why did they go up the mountain to give gifts?"

Fatty Zhou didn't hold back when he heard the words, and directly explained his intentions:

"After hearing that Daoist Master Ye was accepted as a disciple by Dean Ye, I have the idea of ​​coming to make friends."

"But Daoist, you are dedicated to cultivating the Tao, and you went back to the mountain to practice before I came to the door."

"In this case, I naturally don't want to take the liberty to disturb you."

Speaking of this, Fatty Zhou pointed to the two men who were dressed in the uniform of government servants but mixed in with the servants:
"Those two are the yamen servants of Guyao Town, called Wang Da and Wang Er. Among them, Wang Da is the head of the yamen servants of Guyao Town."

When Wang Da heard Zhou Song mention his name, a smile uglier than crying suddenly appeared on his face.

If he hadn't known that it was impossible, Jiang Xuan would have thought that his sixty-year-old mother had remarried.

Otherwise, how could he show such an ugly smile?
"Two days ago, they found me and said, sir, you bought a Mei from them."

"In addition, I also sent my servants to keep an eye on you, Daoist, and know that you have recently bought materials for talisman making and alchemy."

"So I guess you may be interested in talisman making, alchemy and beast control, Daochang."

Having said that, Fatty Zhou couldn't help but look at the yawning little fox lying on Jiang Xuan's shoulder.

It's just that he didn't look at it too much, he just glanced at it and saluted Jiang Xuan again:
"I know it's wrong for me to send people to stare at the Taoist priest, so today I have the idea of ​​sending gifts to make friends with the Taoist priest, and I also have the idea of ​​coming to the door to make amends."

Speaking of this, the fat man first handed the feather fan to the middle-aged butler beside him, and then tore off his Confucian robe.

"Gu Youlian pleaded guilty to the thorn, and since I, Zhou, came to make amends today, I must also bear the thorn."

Turning around to reveal the three thorns covered by his fat body, after showing his bloody back to Jiang Xuan, Zhou Song clasped his fists and lowered his head half-kneeled down, fully interpreting the word "pleading guilty to the thorns".

Seeing this, Jiang Xuan was speechless for a moment.

Where did this weird thing come from?

Just send something when you send something, how can there be so many tricks?
Smelling the bloody smell coming from the tip of his nose, looking at Fatty Zhou's white and tender body, Jiang Xuan only felt that his eyes were extremely hot:
"Why does Layman Zhou do this?"

While Taiji Qi was running and lifted him up out of thin air, Jiang Xuan said calmly:
"Ever since he worshiped Master as his teacher, Pindao has been ready to be investigated and spied on."

"Observing the daily life of Pindao's family, collecting information about Pindao, and even studying Pindao's genealogy, aren't these normal operations for you people?"

Jiang Xuan was very open about these things.

Reality is not fiction.

There is no love without reason, and there is no hate without reason.

Everything happens for a reason.

If after he showed his talents and was accepted as a disciple by the big bosses of the five realms, no one from the local gentry in these counties sent people to investigate him, then he would wonder whether the heads of these families had something wrong with their minds.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan circulated the yin and yang energy and looked at the fat man around his eyes.

Then he nodded secretly.

Fat people are nice.

It doesn't matter if there is no resentment entangled in his body, but there are still wisps of spiritual light shining.

If there is no mistake, is it the gratitude of all sentient beings?

But Jiang Xuan's Taoism is still shallow, and he hasn't practiced a pupil technique, so he can't see clearly.

"So next, shouldn't it be time to practice a pupil technique?"

Here Jiang Xuan was contemplating, while Zhou Song, who had just got up and was still standing still, felt his knees soften when he heard Jiang Xuan's words, and almost knelt down again.

It has been a tacit understanding since ancient times to send people to investigate the rising star.

Although no one said it, they were all clear in their hearts.

In order to build up a relationship with Jiang Xuan, he carefully prepared gifts and pleaded guilty. Wasn't it just to make Jiang Xuan leave a good impression?

But listen to Jiang Xuan's tone and look at his expression.

It seems that the flattery has been patted on the horse's leg?
Thinking of this, Zhou Song hurriedly waved his hands after putting on his clothes, and asked the servant to open the box:
"Daoist, this time I went up the mountain to apologize, so naturally I brought a lot of gifts."

"These are the Langhao brushes from Shanqiu County, the yellow talisman cloth from the capital, the sacrificial smoke ink from Huizhou City, and the pure yang cinnabar from Dushan. They are good choices for monks to make talismans."

"In addition to these talisman-making items, I also brought a 300-year-old Changbai Mountain wild ginseng, 10 catties of top-quality piercing keel, and 3 catties of vintage rehmannia."

Hearing that the fat man reported all kinds of precious Chinese herbal medicines like the names of dishes, Jiang Xuan couldn't help but feel emotional.

This is just the son of a magistrate.

Although Sixi County is surrounded by the Cangwu Mountains, there are indeed a lot of wild herbs picked by the herb pickers.

But what does this have to do with the magistrate, and what does it have to do with the magistrate's son?
Three years of Qing Dynasty prefect, one hundred thousand snowflakes of silver.

Although the magistrate's territory is far less than that of the magistrate, judging from these things, the magistrate of Sixi County has long since had nothing to do with incorruptibility.

The scary thing is that even so, Fatty Zhou still has thoughts of gratitude lingering on his body.

Really outrageous.

Zhou Song, who reported the apology ceremony over there, kept observing Jiang Xuan's expression while reporting the gift list.

Seeing that Jiang Xuan still looked calm, he secretly sighed in his heart.

"As expected of Daoist Ye's favorite seed of cultivation, the mortal things that money can buy really can't move him."

"Fortunately, I'm well prepared."

Thinking of this, he simply stopped reporting half of the gift list, turned around and waved behind him.

The next moment, a pair of [-]-year-old twin sisters who looked exactly the same walked out of the crowd.

"Master Dao, the two of them are my father's adopted daughters, and they are now twenty-eight years old, so we should find a good one for them."

Before Zhou Song finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Xuan waving his hand.

He finally understood why Jiang Wu winked at him as soon as he went up the mountain, but he didn't expect someone to send his daughter-in-law here:
"There is no need to say any more."

"The poor Taoist devotes himself to cultivating the Tao, and has no plans to start a family for the time being."

"It's cold on the mountain, and it's not convenient to accept maids."

"So where do they come from and where do they go back?"

(End of this chapter)