Zuodao Changsheng: I can transfer the price

Chapter 24
For the Daqian Dynasty, the Jade Spring Festival is a very important festival, especially for the southern provinces.

Due to the geographical location of the Daqian Dynasty, spring began in March, and April was the season when sowing and farming began, and all things germinated.

Yuchun is also called Yuchun. Perhaps the earliest name of this festival was Yuchun Festival. Later, in order to be arty, the literati changed the word Yu into the word Yu.

The importance of the Jade Spring Festival is self-evident. Although there are all kinds of magical powers in this world, the Daqian Dynasty is still in an agricultural society, so festivals related to agriculture are not unimportant.

On this day, even the emperor will go to the farmland in person, reclaim the land a few times, and sow the seeds, indicating that there will be a good harvest this year.

Officials everywhere will follow suit to show the emphasis on agriculture.

And since the current emperor ignored the government for more than ten years, let alone the form of land reclamation, officials from all over the country did not follow suit.

But for the people, this festival is still important, it can be regarded as the second most important festival after the New Year's Day, it represents the people's expectations for this year's harvest and their yearning for a better life.

On the day of the Jade Spring Festival, people will go to the Temple of the City God or the priest of the God of River and Water to perform sacrificial ceremonies, praying for the City God to bless the family with safety and happiness.

In addition, a lantern festival will be held at night, and the lights will be made into various flowers to celebrate the arrival of the festival.

Zhong Yunyi returned to his hometown Huashui County on the day of the Jade Spring Festival.

Back then, when he was admitted as a Jinshi, he rode a five-flowered horse and left the county surrounded by many people, but now he is alone and returns to his hometown lonely.

Zhong Yunyi had to lament the change of seasons and the snobbery of people's hearts.

It coincides with the Jade Spring Festival, and the county is very lively. The people who are struggling to survive seem to be able to take a breath on this day, with a rare smile on their faces, making Huashui County even more lively.

The liveliness and joy of others formed a stark contrast to the depression in Zhong Yunyi's heart, he was very anxious!

At this moment, standing in front of the holy statue with his eyes closed and thinking hard, Zhong Yunyi felt more and more bored in his chest for a long time, and he had nowhere to vent it.

As the censor Zhongcheng, he has the duty of admonishing the emperor to pick up all the officials, but he increasingly finds that all his efforts are like the moon in the water.

For more than ten years, the emperor ignored the government; all the officials in the court were corrupt and perverted the law;

He was successful at a young age and was named on the gold list, but he still couldn't hide the frustration in his heart.

The deadly remonstrance in front of the Meridian Gate of the imperial city was the last thing he could do, but it was still useless.

The emperor asked him to enter the palace in the middle of the night, and what he asked was not about state affairs, but about spiritual practice and ghosts.

As the only great Confucian of the second realm in the dynasty, Zhong Yunyi felt bitter in his heart.

"Cultivate one's body, govern one's family, govern one's country, and bring peace to the world, saint, what have I cultivated?"

Facing the statue of the saint in front of him, Zhong Yunyi raised his own doubts, and finally he could only sigh, remembering a line from his predecessors.

"Poor at midnight, I don't ask people to ask ghosts and gods."

Frustrated, Zhong Yunyi was about to leave when a handsome young man in Taoist robes stood at the door.

"Sir, are you from the capital?"

The other party's temperament is dusty, and although his Taoist robe is a bit worn out, it is difficult to conceal his demeanor.

Zhong Yunyi nodded, but he was not very willing to talk to Lin Shou, because the Taoist robe Lin Shou wore reminded him of the emperor who had been obsessed with Taoism for more than ten years.

Lin Shou was convinced that the person in front of him was the high-ranking official whom Boss Liang had said was demoted from the capital.

That demeanor, as well as the aura of grandeur on his body, are not something that this small county can have.

Thinking of what Boss Liang said, Lin Shou naturally knew the reason why the other party didn't want to talk to him was nothing more than the Taoist robe on his body.

So he smiled, and took the initiative to speak again: "Sir, you seem to be a scholar. I am a little confused and want to ask for advice. If someone does something bad and blames his family, should it be?"

Zhong Yunyi frowned and said, "Of course it shouldn't be."

Lin Shou laughed and stepped forward a few steps, and asked in front of Zhong Yunyi: "The emperor is obsessed with cultivating Taoism, but is he bewitched by Taoism?"

"No, it's because His Majesty wants to live forever as the Ninety-Five Supreme Being..." Zhong Yunyi muttered to himself, and then suddenly realized, and bowed to Lin Shou, "I'm rude, no Do you know the long name?"

"Lin Shou, a poor man, is from Huashui County." Lin Shou laughed.

Zhong Yunyi cupped his hands again, and said, "So it's Taoist Lin, and Zhong Yunyi, a white man, is also from Huashui County."

"I'm a little curious, what's your opinion on the question Daoist Lin asked just now?"

Lin Shou chuckled, but didn't reply. Unlike Zhong Yunyi, he not only liked to vent his anger, but also liked to dig people's graves together.

Lin Shou looked at the pedestrians coming and going, nodded and said: "This is not a place to talk, Mr. Zhong is willing to walk with me. There is a tea shop with pretty good tea, and the boss knows me well."

Although it was the first time they met, Zhong Yunyi was overwhelmed by Lin Shou's indescribable demeanor, nodded and said, "Why not, please."

Going against the crowd, Lin Shou and Zhong Yunyi came to Lao Liang's tea shop. Lao Liang greeted warmly: "Why did Lin Daochang turn back again? Is there too many people in the Town God's Temple? Is this next to you?"

Seeing the strange Confucian robed man next to Lin Shou, Boss Liang asked a question with some doubts.

Lin Shou chuckled lightly, and then said, "Old Liang, do you still remember the rumors you mentioned a few days ago?"

Lao Liang thought about it carefully, looked at Zhong Yunyi in a Confucian robe, with a look of astonishment on his face, and hurriedly bowed his hands and said, "You are the Lord Zhong who pleaded for life for the people! Disrespect and disrespect! We all hear your deeds, Everyone is sorry for you."

Zhong Yunyi smiled wryly when he heard the words: "It's not worth asking for life for the people, but I didn't expect to get some false names. I'm not an official anymore. You don't need to call me Sir, you can just call me Old Zhong."

Lao Liang shook his head and said: "It's a pity that an official like you has been dismissed. If there were more officials like Mr. Zhong, this world would not be like this...I didn't expect Lin Daochang to get acquainted with you. You will be free of charge at the tea shop!"

Lin Shou smiled and teased: "Old Liang, you have never waived the order for me. Is this a bit unfair?"

"The fee I usually give you for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is enough to spend a trip to the whole building, so arrange me in front of Mr. Zhong, be careful that there will be no free sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the future." Lao Liang said with a smile.

The staff brought tea and pastries, and Lin Shou and Zhong Yunyi sat down.

Not far from Lin Shou, three or four tables away, a young man with a book in his hand, who should have just been crowned, was thinking hard about the book in his hand, and he said: "There is a way to make money, and there is a way to make money." Those who eat it are many, those who eat it are few, those who eat it are sick, and if you use it comfortably, you will have enough wealth. What is the explanation?"

Lin Shou turned his head to look at Zhong Yunyi, and asked with a smile, "What's the answer to this question?"

(End of this chapter)