After Rebirth, I Became the Treacherous Minister Black Moonlight

Chapter 420 The real Qilin

When Lu Yuan turned around, he saw Lu Zhaoyan's complex expression. Feng Qingyun smiled faintly, patted his chest and promised Lu Zhaoyan: "Don't worry, don't you just ask someone to come out? I'll take care of it."

At this time, Lu Zhaoyan was not thinking about asking anyone to come out.

He knew this kid did it on purpose.

Deliberately and inadvertently failed in front of him.

But even though she knew he was making a fool of herself, she still cared.

After all, it is her flesh and blood...

Lu Yuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Let me tell you, my new father, if you keep dilly-dallying, we won't be able to catch up. I don't care. I really go into the mountains to look for you, because I'm afraid your frail body won't be able to bear it."

Lu Zhaoyan glared at him.

Lu Zhaoyan was not weak, it was just that a normal person would not be any better than him if he made him throw up and vomit all the way.

Seeing that Lu Zhaoyan didn't answer, Lu Yuan sighed: "Okay, okay, who made you my father? Slow down, just slow down. I won't carry you again in a while."

Lu Zhaoyan trembled and quickened his pace almost instinctively.

The two came to a field ridge. Looking south, they saw a reclaimed paddy field, covering 20 acres, more than half of which had been planted with seedlings.

At this time, there are still some farmers walking barefoot in the paddy fields with their trouser legs rolled up, bending down to plant rice. There are men and women, old and young.

At first glance, it was really difficult to tell which one was the master they wanted to meet.

Fortunately, Lu Zhaoyan brought the other party's portrait.

He took out the portrait, looked at the farmers planting rice, and found a figure in the paddy field in the west that matched the characteristics of the person in the portrait.

Although he was wearing a bamboo hat and couldn't see his face clearly, the gourd hanging around his waist was exactly the same.

"That old man with a wine gourd in his waist?"

Obviously, Lu Yuan also recognized the other party.

Lu Zhaoyan said: "Don't be rude, that's Mr. Ziwu."

Lu Yan followed Shan Ruliu: "Okay, you are the father, you have the final say."

He looked at the old man who was planting rice in the field and said, "Father, please rest on the field ridge for a while while I go to meet Mr. Ziwu."

After he finished speaking, he left without Lu Zhaoyan trying to stop him.

However, it is true that he has not completely recovered from Lu Yuan's "filial piety". Instead of vomiting in front of Mr. Ziwu for a while, it is better to rest where he is.

His eyes followed Lu Yuan.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether I wanted to look at him or Mr. Qun Wu.

Lu Yuan walked to the field ridge near Mr. Ziwu. Just when he thought Lu Yuan would bow deeply to Mr. Ziwu, something unexpected happened.

Lu Yuan actually took off his shoes and footwear without saying a word, tied the hem to his waist, rolled up his trouser legs, as skillfully as if he had done it countless times, and stepped into the paddy field resolutely.

He took the seedlings on the side and started planting them.

The old man didn't care at first.

He planted a seedling, and Lu Yuan planted another.

Gradually, he planted one plant and Lu Yuan planted two.

When his end was only halfway inserted, Lu Yuan had already inserted it to the last row.

That's not all.

In the front, Lu Yuan was planting rice seedlings upright, and then Lu Yuan performed an upside-down rice transplanting for him.

The insertion is neat and pleasing to the eye.

The old man finally couldn't bear it any longer. He straightened up and frowned at the young man who had appeared out of nowhere and was rushing to plant rice.

Lu Yuan's clothes are luxurious, and it looks like he is either rich or noble, but Lu Yuan's rice-planting technique is even more skillful than this old man.

"Did Emperor Liang send you here?"

the old man asked.

Lu Yuan smiled: "I don't know Emperor Liang. I came here with my father. My father was very tired, so I let him rest there."

He said, pointing to Lu Zhaoyan not far away.

Lu Zhaoyan stood up and saluted the old man as a junior.

The old man withdrew his gaze and continued planting rice: "I don't know where you heard this rumor from. I'm just an ordinary person. I have no special abilities except farming and working. You have found the wrong person."

Lu Yuan grabbed another handful of seedlings, and this time he was not in a hurry to plant them. He stood beside the old man and slowly and meticulously planted the seedlings one by one.

He smiled: "Look at what you said, who is not an ordinary person? Take farming as an example, when to pull out seedlings, when to transplant seedlings, when to harvest rice...all are knowledge, which cannot be learned in poetry and books. , but it is a university knowledge that truly benefits the country and the people and saves the common people.”

The old man said: "Don't leave me here with my eloquent tongue. I am not the fool that I am that can fool you into confusion with just a few words."

Lu Yuan never mentioned that it was the little shepherd boy who showed him the way, but as smart as an old man, how could he not guess it?

Lu Yuan did not deny it, but asked: "Before my father and I, has anyone else deceived your stupid disciple?"

The old man paused: "Your father."

Lu Yuan: "..."

That's not my biological father, at most he's a wild man.

Emperor Liang was also a wonderful man. At such an old age, wouldn't his conscience hurt if he deceived a little shepherd boy?

This Mr. Ziwu is even more wonderful. He didn't even tell himself about his family background, but he already guessed that his wild father was the current prince.

Lu Yuan's eyes fell on the wine gourd on the old man's waist: "You also like to drink. It's a coincidence that I have two jars of good roasting knives."

"Don't drink."

The old man refused.

Lu Yuan was not discouraged and continued to plant rice seedlings: "Look, my grandpa has been here, and so have my father and I. They really admire my husband as a person and his talent, and want to invite him to come out and serve the people. But he doesn't." To be an official in Daliang is to be an official to the common people."

The old man said: "I've been told that I'm not that capable."

Lu Yuan: "There are many incompetent officials, and you are the only one missing."

The old man looked at him coldly.

Lu Yuan's expression remained unchanged: "What this junior means is that you must not belittle yourself or underestimate your abilities."

The old man: "..." Lu Yuan reminded: "Your seedlings are planted crookedly. How come you can't even plant the seedlings well at such an age... And am I telling you, the silkworms I raised when I was seven years old are better than those raised by your apprentice." Okay, what did your master teach you? I heard that you are from Wushan. Are Wushan people so bad at raising silkworms..."

Lu Zhaoyan was neither close nor far apart. He could see the two of them, but couldn't hear their conversation.

He felt that Mr. Ziwu's aura was gradually becoming strange. He was trembling all over and his eyes were cold, as if he was enduring something.

But the boy was obviously very polite and kept planting the rice seedlings. He even took the rice seedlings from Mr. Ziwu’s hand and inserted them.

"Okay, okay, let me do it. I'm old enough to do whatever I can't do. I don't even see you, the rice transplanter."

Lu Yuan muttered, took the seedlings and planted them.

Needless to say, the rice seedlings planted by Lu Yuan are indeed the neatest and most beautiful in all paddy fields.

Mr. Ziwu lived in seclusion for ten years and learned to plant rice. In the end, he lost to a stupid boy. Let’s just say it’s irritating!

"Master! Master is not good!"

A woman in her fifties hurriedly trotted over the ridge with small steps, "The cows from the Danniu family can't give birth! They are dying—"

The old man lived in seclusion in the temple. The villagers thought that he was leading the practice, so they respectfully called him master.

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On weekdays, if anyone has a headache, a fever in the brain, or a disease in cows or chickens, they all go to the temple to see him.

"Ouch-"

The aunt was walking too fast and tripped. Fortunately, she was near Lu Zhaoyan, who helped her in time.

"Be careful."

Lu Zhaoyan reminded softly.

"Hey, thank you..."

The aunt was stunned when she saw Lu Zhaoyan's handsome face.

Lu Zhaoyan said unhurriedly: "Auntie, please tell me slowly, where is the big cow and when did the cow start giving birth?"

"Ah..." The aunt came back to her senses, smiled, and pointed back, "The big cow from our village just went up the mountain. There, he can't walk anymore. He said he was born for a day."

Lu Zhaoyan asked: "Auntie, is this a village at the foot of the mountain?"

The aunt hurriedly said: "Yes! Ah, the carriage passing by the village entrance this morning belongs to your family, right?"

Lu Zhaoyan nodded.

This is broken.

Although it is easier to go down the mountain than up the mountain, there is such a long mountain road after all. It may be dark by the time we reach the village, and we don't know if it will be late.

Lu Zhaoyan estimated the time.

Ji Feng should be almost at the top of the mountain.

I'll let Mr. Jifengbei go down the mountain in a while, I hope it's too late.

Lu Zhaoyan looked at Lu Yuan and gestured to him to help his husband pack his things and go to the hut to meet Ji Feng.

Lu Yuan gave Lu Zhaoyan a knowing look and carried the old man on his back.

An ominous premonition suddenly arose in Lu Zhaoyan's heart.

Sure enough, Lu Yuan held the old man's legs with both hands, performed Qing Kung Fu, and disappeared without a trace in front of him -

Lu Zhaoyan felt a hurricane blowing past him, and was stunned for a moment. He quickly realized and his expression changed: "That's not the way down the mountain!"

"Take the shortest route-"

Lu Yuan jumped up!

Go vertically down the mountain!

"Uh-"

"vomit-"

"Wow-"

It took a quarter of an hour to go down the mountain and an hour to vomit.

Daniel's cow gave birth.

It was not an old man who delivered the baby.

It was because he was frightened by two crazy crazy people who were making messy noises. With a start, Niu Xiaozi came out.

"Are you feeling better?"

Lu Yuan handed the old man a bowl of water very considerately.

The old man took it and took a sip. It was sweet.

He asked weirdly: "Why is there still sugar water?"

Lu Yuan: "Oh, leftovers from cow drinking."

Old man: "..."

God knows how hard it took him to resist the urge to press the brat's head into the bowl.

Do not kill, do not kill.

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On the other side, Lu Qi finally followed Jifeng to the top of the mountain, and was told that Mr. Ziwu had gone down the mountain, and they had to go down too.

Lu Qi's tiger body was shaken, and his legs were almost broken when he walked. He didn't even take a breath, but he was told that he had to go down the mountain again? Going down the mountain? !

When the three of them arrived at the village at the foot of the mountain, it was completely dark.

Lu Qi was carried into the house by Jifeng and sat on Daniel's pony.

"gentlemen."

Lu Zhaoyan went to the backyard and bowed to the old man standing in the night.

The old man put his hands behind his back and watched the stars rising one by one, forming a vast galaxy in the endless sky.

Lu Yuan sat on the edge and played with the dog's tail grass leisurely.

The old man sighed with emotion: "The stars are shining brightly like the morning sun. I didn't expect that Daliang does have unicorns to protect the country. Your Highness has brought all the unicorns. I should come out of the mountain."

Lu Zhaoyan looked stunned

The old man turned around and saluted Lu Zhaoyan with his hands raised: "Ziwu, I would like to be loyal to His Highness."

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