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Chapter 118 Wang Wenlong clears the scene

After dinner, Wang Wenlong, Chen Jinglun, and Li Ding went out to help.

The Xianshu Temple in Jiangyin had been established long before Wang Wenlong popularized the melon and vegetable gods. It has a more complicated ritual than worshiping the melon and vegetable immortals.

Today's sacrifice in a small village in Jiangyin is the "Xianshu Jiao". I hope that the God of Xianshu will bless this year's sweet potato harvest.

The wedding ceremony was proposed by several bosses with their own land in the village. They pooled the funds together with several large tenant households. Li Ding hosted it voluntarily. The local villagers only needed to handle the incense case, paper money, tea, wine, bamboo poles, flags and other sundries. That’s it, the cost is not high, so the funds are only collected from families with relatively large areas of land.

One liter of rice will be harvested from one acre of paddy field. Tenants who do not have paddy fields do not need to pay, and only need to provide strong male labor.

A group of people moved the things to the Xianshu Temple and placed them. Then, under the auspices of the Taoist priest, they bowed three times and kowtowed incense and burned paper.

Just when the sacrifice began, some idlers came next to Xianshu Temple. They held their hands and watched the villagers perform sacrifices, while talking in low voices.

Chen Jinglun glanced at them and said to Wang Wenlong, "This is ruining the situation."

Wang Wenlong nodded and replied in a low voice: "Let's take a look first, there's no rush."

When Li Ding came on stage, everyone finally started to make noise.

"There are also Taoist priests from the city who are helping them perform rituals."

"Hey, are you determined to plant sweet potatoes?"

"Chen Liujin, how many times has Master Zhang told you not to grow sweet potatoes, and you are not afraid that Master will take it back?"

"audacious in the extreme."

"You guys, you better put this idea aside honestly, otherwise when the time comes and the authorities come to investigate, you won't be able to handle it..."

Some grain growers were performing religious rituals and became frightened when they heard the buzzing comments from the people around them.

Those who would make a pilgrimage to worship the Sweet Potato God are those who plan to plant a large amount of sweet potatoes this year. Their assets are at the upper-middle level in the village. If their families have fertile land suitable for growing rice, no one will bother Baal to plant sweet potatoes.

Everyone has no confidence, and they are even more scared when they are ridiculed.

At this moment, I saw another group of people coming from a distance noisily, and it seemed that they were here to cause trouble.

This village is really too poor. The big landowners in the village all live in the next village. They know that the sweet potato farmers have to perform rituals today, so they come to cause trouble only after calculating the time.

The group of servants started cursing from a distance before they came to the small temple. They were all in local dialect. Although they couldn't quite understand the content, they probably understood what it meant.
One of the people dressed as an aide could speak official Chinese and said loudly: "It's the time to plant rice. What kind of sweet potatoes are you delaying the farming season? I have already said that Mr. Zhang won't allow it. Who is going to break the law?"

A customer of Master Zhang next to him also said loudly: "You untouchables don't even listen to Master Zhang. You should take back all your land."

The instructor among these servants scolded them even more harshly, and directly threatened them with force: "Look at all these guys, they are all cheap, and they are desperate for profit. I will call the county government to arrest you when we get back!"

After hearing these people scolding Wang Wenlong, he couldn't help but stepped forward: "Whose family are you from?"

The servants saw Wang Wenlong, Chen Jinglun and several of the servants they had brought with them stand up aggressively. They knew at a glance that these two people had some identities, and they were a little stunned when they saw Wang Wenlong standing there interfering.

Wang Wenlong directly took out Xu Xueju's handwriting.

"I am from the Fujian Chief Secretary's Office. This year, Mr. Fantai personally ordered the promotion of sweet potatoes, pumpkins and other new crops. Do you want to go against Mr. Fantai?"

Wang Wenlong didn't hide it, and directly mentioned Xu Xueju's name to scare people, and then waved his hand, "Whoever dares to make noise, I will take it down directly!"

Several officials he brought from Fuzhou took out their iron rulers and went up to fetch the people.These landlords' servants don't know how to reason. They just need to bring out people with greater backgrounds to suppress their momentum.

The retainers and servants of the rich man's house, who had been so aggressive just now, were all frightened to death when they saw this.

The reputation of the master these days was so bad that ordinary people became weak when they saw the iron ruler he was holding. Six or seven people came up to scare him, and the group of people fled all over the mountains and plains.

Chen Jinglun couldn't help but feel happy when he saw these people fleeing in embarrassment.

The villagers who worshiped Xishu Gong there were surprised to see it.

They had only thought that Mr. Wang could not be more amiable, but they did not expect that Wang Wenlong could be so evil when he gained strength.

However, there is also good in evil. In this village, there needs to be an evil spirit to suppress people.

Wang Wenlong turned around and said to everyone: "Hurry up and plant the sacrifices, don't delay the farming season!"

The villagers who were still cautiously offering sacrifices now felt confident. Some villagers who had stood aside and watched and dared not come to offer sacrifices to the Fairy Potato God now had the courage to run out and worship with them. They are not the main growers of sweet potatoes. They just plant a few trees in the fields, but they also want a good harvest.

Wang Wenlong, Chen Jinglun and Li Ding watched the villagers finish the sacrifice and receive the talismans. They each returned to their own fields and started hoes. They originally thought that the matter was about to end, but they did not expect that Mr. Zhang would personally lead the people. Come to your door.

The Zhang family in Jiangyin is a large landowner whose land stretches for several villages. The so-called Mr. Zhang is not very old, only about thirty years old, and he wears a scholar's turban.

When he saw Wang Wenlong, he raised his hands and asked, "Don't you know your friend's name?"

"I am a staff member in Lord Fantai's mansion, my name is Wang Wenlong."

Mr. Zhang was surprised when he heard this: "But Wang Jianyang who wrote "History of Portugal"?"

Seeing that he also had some knowledge, Wang Wenlong smiled and nodded, then pointed to the two people next to him: "This is Changle Chen Jinglun, and this is Quanzhou Taoist Priest Li Ding."

"How dare you be Mr. Chen Zhenlong, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Jinglun nodded, and Master Zhang was shocked again.

Chen Zhenlong also owned extensive land in Changle. The Zhang family was considered a big landowner in Jiangyin, but it was nothing compared to the Chen family in Changle.

Looking at Li Ding aside, although he had never heard his name, he knew after thinking about it that he must be a famous Taoist priest.

Mr. Zhang quickly announced his family name: "The student's name is Zhang Hang, and his courtesy name is Zixi. He is also the same as Mr. Chen from Changle."

Chen Jinglun asked: "Have you ever entered school?"

This was asking whether Zhang Hang had the reputation of being a scholar. Zhang Hang said: "I have little talent and little knowledge, and I have never been successful."

Everyone nodded, thinking that he was just a child.

In these days, it is normal for the children of landlords like Zhang Hang not to be admitted as scholars. Although Zhang Hang has a lot of land, his income throughout the year is only 500 taels, and the family does not have the means to donate money to supervise students for his children. , anyway, it doesn’t matter whether you have the reputation of being a scholar or not while doing farming at home.

After seeing the gift, Zhang Hangcai said to Wang Wenlong with a bitter face: "It is natural that these gentlemen have good intentions when they come to let the people in this village grow sweet potatoes. But my family does not allow the people to grow sweet potatoes. In fact, it is not because I want to be a bad person. I am really suffering."

"Why is this? Please tell me."

Wang Wenlong could tell from his appearance that Zhang Hang was a little aggrieved and wondered why it was so troublesome to promote this new crop.

(End of this chapter)